FOSTER CHILD
This is a work of lesbian fiction. The characters and scenariaos only existed in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by lesbian sexual situations involving women and girls, please read no further.
(Lesbian High School)
Mackenzie Voss was a beautiful, popular, 17-year-old senior at Dwight D. Eisenhower High School. Everyone simply called her Mac. A vivacious brunette with long hair that trailed to nearly the middle of her back, Mac made friends easily.
Orphaned at age 13, Mac had no blood relatives who were able or willing to take in the young teenager, so she became a ward of the state. Fortune seemed to smile on Mac when she was placed into foster care at the home of an ambitious lawyer, Jean Phillips, who at age 38 had never made time to have a family of her own.
Now 42, Jean appeared to be the ideal substitute mother for Mac. Mac was always fashionably dressed with immaculately styled hair and freshly manicured nails. However, they came at a carefully guarded price.
It would have been easy for other girls to be jealous of Mac's beauty and sparkling personality, but the fact is that the teenager was so friendly and genuinely caring to everyone that it was impossible to hate her. Any verbal attacks on the beautiful orphan would have resulted in the attacker being ostracized by the entire high school community.
An honor student, Mac was also a song girl for the Eisenhower Generals. At 17, she was very aware and concerned that her state support would end when she turned 18 in August. With no money of her own, and knowing the value in obtaining a college education, Mac spent much more time than her peers knew worrying about her future, and trying to find a successful plan for moving forward.
Mac's best friend was Katie Greene. A pretty, petite blonde, Katie was also an excellent student, and a point guard on the basketball team. The two girls had met when they were 8th graders, and quickly bonded. It was Katie who had first shielded Mac from the mean girls. Katie's schoolwide popularity as an athlete had helped Mac quickly transition from being the helpless "new girl" at their public junior high.
Katie knew of the pressure Katie was facing by turning 18. Other than emotional support, there really wasn't much else that Katie could do for Mac, and she hated being so helpless. Seeing Mac sitting alone with her thoughts on a school bench, Katie sat down and wordlessly put her arm around Mac's shoulder.
"Is there anything I can do?" Katie asked, looking into Mac's big, brown eyes. "No, but I love you for asking," Mac said, trying to force a smile. Mac was genuinely happy to see Katie. Brushing the brown hair out of her face, she asked her friend, "Katie, do you think I've done everything that I can?" Katie hugged Mac more tightly. "No one could have done more."
Mac was referring to her efforts to secure scholarships, grants, and other financial aid in order to attend college in the fall. Mac's grades and SAT scores were excellent. The recommendation letters that had been written upon her behalf were heartfelt, as was her essay which described her predicament.
Mac had done a lot of research, and learned that many universities had programs designed specifically to aid foster children transitioning out of state support. At some colleges they were referred to as Guardian Scholar students. The amount of aid varied by institution. Mac was sure that if accepted to one of her college choices that she would receive some financial aid. How much was the question, and would it be enough?
With the exception of Katie, Mac kept her fears to herself. To the outside world she appeared well cared for by her foster mother, Jean Phillips, who seemed to lavish Mac with clothes, money for expensive song girl outfits, and donated generously to the cheer booster group who paid for the squad to participate in out-of-state competitive cheer and song events. Most of her friends had no idea that Mac was having any problems or was under any stress. The 17-year-old had her own reasons for wanting to be emancipated at age 18.
"You're too stressed, Mac." Katie was worried for her best friend. "Why don't you spend the weekend at my house?" Mac perked up. "That would be nice."
It was 10:00 p.m. Mac sat in front of her vanity mirror brushing her luxurious brown hair before settling into bed. Standing up from her wooden chair, Mac pushed it in before unbuttoning and removing her cotton pajama top.
Breathing an audible sigh, Mac's perky, tan-lined breasts jiggled appealing as she reached for the bedcovers. Waiting for Mac in the bed was her 42-year-old foster mother, Jean Phillips, whose large, naked breasts peeked above the sheets.
A predatory lesbian, Jean had initially showered Mac with gifts and affection when she arrived at her home at age 13. By age 14 that affection had turned to seduction. It had started slowly with showers and baths together. Mac was told that this was completely normal between two women. Jean's hands became increasingly emboldened, avidly exploring Mac's pubescent breasts, and Mac's nearly hairless pussy.
Without her consent, Mac soon became a frequent, if unwilling sexual partner for the older woman. It soon became abundantly clear to Mac that she would have to trade her maturing body in order to maintain the comfortable lifestyle that she was enjoying.
Mac hated herself for going along with it, but she didn't want to start over in a different area with a new foster family, particularly with a molestation charge hanging over her head. Mac liked her school and her friends. She would let Jean have her occasional way with her, while allowing Jean to portray herself publicly as an extremely kind and generous foster mother.
Settling in the bed, Jean's hands swiftly descended upon Mac's teenage breasts. Mac closed her eyes as the older woman began to roughly squeeze and fondle Mac's B-cup boobs. Jean's hungry lips soon met Mac's. Of the many sexual acts that she had engaged in with Jean, Mac felt that kissing was the most demeaning. Mac wanted it to end quickly.
Jean practically forced Mac's mouth open with her anxious tongue. Almost robotically, Mac cooperated. Her young tongue intertwined with Jean's as the woman's greedy hands explored the length and breadth of Mac's nubile 17-year-old body.
Jean's right hand disappeared below the bedsheets. Her fingers dipped beneath Mac's silken panties, searching for Mac's youthful vagina. Upon finding her prize, Jean forcefully rubbed Mac's labia before inserting one, then two fingers.
Operating like a piston, Jean vigorously finger-fucked the high school senior. Mac pretended to enjoy it. After a period of time, Mac feigned a loud orgasm knowing that Jean would move on to something else.
Removing all of the bedcovers, Jean assertively removed Mac's panties and threw them over her shoulder. Mac's slender, naked body was now totally exposed. Starting at the high school girl's feet, Jean kissed and licked her way up towards Mac's dark-haired, carefully trimmed pussy.
Resting her head on Mac's flat belly, Jean began to lazily run her fingers along Mac's jet-strip bush. Jean's fingers slowly drifted to the 17-year-old's labia, and Jean rubbed Mac's lower lips aggressively before repositioning her face between Mac's strong, athletic legs.
Alternating between licking and spearing the teenager's pussy with her practiced tongue, Jean forcefully engaged Mac, adding her well-manicured fingers in penetrating the young song girl. Jean was highly skilled at cunnilingus, and Mac soon legitimately orgasmed.
Jean was not overweight, but was big-boned, and outweighed the slender teen by at least 30 lbs. Jean was soon on top of Mac, robustly slamming her crotch into Mac's from the missionary position. Mac could feel the totality of Mac's heavy breasts pressing into her young chest as the lawyer frenziedly bulldozed her lower body into Mac's pelvis.
The pounding, mercifully, didn't last long. Jean flipped the teenager onto her stomach, and placed a pillow beneath the younger girl. With her athletic ass elevated, Mac was sure of what was coming next.
Jean frantically rimmed the anus of the teenager with her wet, eel-like tongue before inserting it as deeply as she could into Mac's rectum. Mac grimaced as the older fetishist devoured her muscular backside.
Mac let her mind drift elsewhere as the older woman molested her for the umpteenth time in her young life. Eventually, Jean rolled over to her side in the big bed. Mac knew that her obligations were over for the evening.
Katie's mother greeted Mac at the front door with a warm hug and a big smile. Mrs. Greene, a single mother, knew how good the two girls were for each other. Both were excellent students and popular. Katie excelled on the basketball team while Mac was a star high school song girl. Katie's mother knew of Mac's issues when she turned 18, and hoped for nothing but the best for her. "She's a smart girl," Mrs. Greene thought. "She'll get it sorted out." She, Mac, and Katie had discussed the financial aid that might be available for both of them. Mrs. Green prayed at night that Katie would be offered a basketball scholarship.
Mac walked up the stairs to Katie's bedroom and plopped her overnight bag on the floor. Katie greeted Mac with an eager closed-mouth kiss on the lips. Katie and Mac had been girlfriends and lovers since sophomore year.
Mrs. Greene had noticed how intense and strong Katie and Mac's friendship had become since they had first met in the 8th grade. Having had a couple of lesbian flings while in college, Katie's mother recognized the telltale signs that the two girls were becoming more than friends.
Mac had been a frequent visitor to the Greene house, and sometimes spent the night. No one knew it, but it was a way to avoid being pawed and fucked by Jean. Jean wondered if the two teenagers were fooling around, but wisely decided to make no issue over it. Mac made herself available often enough, and Jean didn't want to tip anyone off that things were not as they seemed at her home.
Mrs. Greene and the two girls had a nice dinner before lazing on the couch to watch romcoms. After watching "13 Going on 30" for the nth time, Katie announced that she and Mac were headed off to bed. Holding hands, they walked up the stairs.
When the two girls were 15-year-old sophomores, Katie had bravely confessed to Mac during a sleepover that she was attracted to girls. Katie cringed and closed her eyes, fearful that she had just destroyed her friendship with Mac.
Both girls were on the verge of tears when Mac took Katie into her arms, gently hugging her best friend while stroking her golden blonde hair. Neither could quite remember how things happened next, but the two girls were soon passionately kissing. Mac gave Katie the only gift that she had... her young body. They made love for the first time that night.
After a couple of other clandestine sexual encounters, the two girls approached Katie's mother and confessed that they were now a couple. Katie had suspected as much by their ruffled appearances on a couple of mornings.
Asking if they were prepared to "come out" at school, it was Mac who reasoned that it was better not to complicate things in high school, but pledged to live as a lesbian when she was 18 and in college. Looking at Mrs. Greene, Mac pleaded, "Don't tell Jean, please."
Mrs. Greene was understanding, and accepting of Katie and her young lover, declaring "This home will always be a safe place for the two of you."
Katie would have preferred to openly have a girlfriend, but she understood the difficult position that Mac was in. She had always thought Jean Phillips a nice and generous woman with a teenager that wasn't really hers. If Jean found out that Mac was an active lesbian, she wondered if Mac could somehow be returned and sent to another foster home?
Katie and Mac quickly undressed and cuddled naked beneath the covers. They didn't always have sex when they spent the night together, but it was pretty clear by Katie's roaming hands and eager tongue in Mac's mouth that she was clearly in the mood. Mac was only too happy to accommodate her best friend.
Laying side-by-side on Katie's bed, the high school girls fondled the other's budding breasts and stiff nipples. The girls excitedly explored the naked bodies of the other as if it was their first time together.
Dipping her head onto Katie's breasts, Mac moved Katie's blonde-haired ponytail to the side as she feasted on Katie's pert, B-cup breasts. Katie caressed Mac's long brown hair as her friend licked, slurped, and bit her pink nipples. Katie moaned in appreciation.
Mrs. Greene's bedroom was next to Katie's, and she could easily overhear the amorous teenage pair noisily making love. She thought back to her college days when she had allowed herself to be seduced by a pretty TA who was in her late 20's. She also had had a brief lesbian relationship with a dorm mate. Imagining her petite daughter eating Mac's teenage pussy, Mrs. Greene began to masturbate, and soon feel asleep.
Unable to decide who should go first, the girls were 69'ing while Mrs. Green surreptitiously listened in. Katie was on top of Mac, hungrily leaning down to lick Mac's pussy. With both Katie's ass and pussy in her face, Mac skillfully ate Katie's pussy. She was also poking at prodding at Katie's exposed pink anus with her fingertip, which caused Katie to giggle. Mac had to admit that she had learned a lot about ass play from Jean.
Their legs were then locked together like two scissors as they energetically rubbed their young pussies together. With one hand, Katie gripped Mac's arm, with her other hand she fondled Mac's ripe, tan breasts.
After much more lovemaking, the two girls would eventually fall asleep in each other's arms. Mac was grateful for these interludes with Katie. Mac knew that she was a lesbian. She wasn't faking it with Katie, but wondered where their relationship would go when they both departed for college.
In the meantime, Mac resigned herself to several more months of being Jean's teenage sex toy.
In the spring, Mac was gratified to receive several letters of acceptance from prominent universities across the country. Her best offer was from State University. Not only would she receive a cheer scholarship, their Guardian Scholar program would be providing a financial grant as well. Mac's room, board, books, and a monthly stipend would be covered for her four years of education.
Not coincidentally, Katie received a full scholarship to play basketball at State U, and the two girls hoped to share a dorm room together.
Now 18, Mac piled her things into Katie's overloaded car for the drive to State U. Jean was wordlessly watching Mac from her porch. Mac nodded in Jean's general direction as she climbed into the passenger seat. Both women knew that they would never see each other again.
Mac never shared her secret with Katie. "She'd never believe it," Mac thought.
The End
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