Leave it to Beaver.
By: Drusilla.
A short fiction Story about a lesbian encounter between June Cleaver and Miss. Landers.
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Things began as any normal day in Mayfield. Wally and the Beaver were going to camp for one week and Ward Cleaver was going to Chicago for three days on business. That left June home alone to get caught up on some house hold chores without any interruptions.
That afternoon, June received a telephone call from Miss. Landers. She wanted to know if she could come over and talk about some things about the Beaver. Of course, June said it would be fine in about an hour.
June led Miss. Landers into the living room where she had some fresh lemonade in a pitcher. June pointed.
"It's very hot today. Have some lemonade. I just made it."
June took a sip of lemonade and smiled.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Miss. Landers?"
Miss Landers placed her glass on the table and stared at June.
"Well, I don't know quite how to tell you, Mrs. Cleaver."
June smiled at her.
"Well, when you've raised two boys, nothing seems to bother you."
Miss Landers reached over the table and took June's hand.
"It's just that I'm in love with you, June. I have been for quite some time. You're a very beautiful woman. Remember when you invited me over for dinner? I watched you all night and I wanted to kiss you so badly."
June's eyes were wide open, she quickly pulled her hand away.
"I, I, I really don't know what to say Miss. Landers. This is a total surprise to me. I mean, if I said anything to encourage you, I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to"
"I discovered a long time ago, that I loved mature women. They are so sexy and beautiful and they deserve more out of life. I think you're one of those women, don't you Mrs. Cleaver?"
June stood up, rubbing her hands together.
"I, I am very happy with my husband and my two boys. I don't really long for anything else."
Miss Landers stepped around the table to June and took her hand again.
"All married women fall into a rut. Same thing day in and day out. Men taking advantage of them and expecting them to cater to their ever wish. When was the last time you and Ward had sex?"
June pulled her hand away again.
"That's nobody's business but mine! I'll have to ask you to leave, Miss. Landers. I don't wish to continue this conversation any longer."
Miss. Landers opened the front door, then stopped.
"I can make you a very happy woman, June. You would still have all this and me. Think about it when you want to have something just for yourself."
June tried to finish the house cleaning, but her mind kept going back to Miss. Landers and everything she said. June found herself sitting on the sofa staring out the window. Suddenly the telephone rang.
"Oh, hi Ward. No, everything is fine here. Wally and the Beaver will be home Sunday. No, I'm fine here alone. Gives me a chance to work uninterrupted. You'll be home Friday instead of Thursday? Why? Well, I'm glad you're at those boring meetings and not me. Yes, Ward I will. Bye."
June fixed herself a small supper and ate it alone. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes. Maybe she could invite Miss. Landers over for the evening, just to have some company. She was still thinking about what Miss. Landers had said: "I'm in love with you. You're very beautiful."
June picked up the phone and dialed Miss Landers.
"Yes, I thought about what you said. I am alone tonight and I would like to have someone just to talk to. That's all I would like to do, is talk."
Twenty minutes later, Miss. Landers rang the door bell. June let her in and they went to the living room. Miss. Lander smiled at June.
"You look very beautiful tonight, June."
June smiled and nodded.
"Thank you, Miss. Landers. I just wanted to talk about this afternoon. Maybe it's my fault that you feel this way toward me."
"No, June. I'm a lesbian and I have always been one. You don't know what its like, not to be accepted because you're different. I try to hold my feelings back, but I meet someone like you and I can't help it."
"We're not even the same age. I'm probably fifteen or twenty yeas older than you. You're a young and vibrant teacher and I'm just a married housewife."
"I don't care about age, June. I love women for what they are. Do you think I'm vibrant?"
Miss. Landers sat down next to June on the sofa and put her left arm around her.
"Out of all the mothers in Mayfield, you are the most beautiful in every way."
Miss. Landers began to unfasten the buttons on June's dress with her right hand.
"What are you doing?"
Miss. Landers slid her hand inside June's dress and cupped her breast.
June took a quick breath, then leaned back on the sofa.
"Please, don't do that. Please."
"When was the last time anyone touched your breasts or played with the nipples? I'll bet the only time is when you take a bath. Am I right?"
June was breathing harder now. She didn't know what to say, because Miss. Landers was right.
Miss. Landers completely unbuttoned June's dress and lifted the bra up and over her breasts. She leaned in, softly kissing them and sucking the nipples. Miss. Landers could see June was responding favorably with her head back on the sofa and her eyes closed.
"Everyone needs to feel desirable from time to time. You are the most desirable woman I have seen in a long time."
Miss. Landers slid her hand up under June's dress, all the way to her panties. She felt the wet spot as her fingers began to slowly rub her clit. June responded with several loud groans and a low moan.
"You're very wet, June. We should go upstairs and continue this on the bed."
June and Miss. Landers made their way slowly up the stairs to the bedroom. June didn't even care that her boobs were hanging out of her dress. Miss. Landers finished undressing June and laid her down on the bed. Miss landers removed her clothes and climbed on next to her.
Their lips touched and their tongues met. June was completely consumed by this time and her pussy very wet. The next hour was spent with their two bodies intertwined, almost as if they were one. Miss. Landers drove June over the edge with every orgasm. June's fingers worked to return the favor to Miss. Landers.
The two of them laid quietly on the bed. June rubbed her eyes and her head.
"Oh my God. I don't believe what I just did."
Miss. Landers placed her arm over June's breasts.
"I know. It was everything I though it would be. You make me love you even more, June."
June looked at Miss. Landers.
"We can't do this. It's completely wrong."
Miss. Landers smiled and kissed her.
"Well, only until your husband and the boys get home. Then we'll have to find another place."
June raised up on one elbow.
"Oh, stop! I can't continue this and risk getting caught. It was something good that happened between us, but now we need to continue with our normal lives."
Miss. Landers slipped out of bed and put her clothes on.
"I'll see you tonight for dinner, June."
Before June could say a word, Miss. Landers had slipped downstairs and out the front door.
The evening around five, Miss. Landers rang the door bell. June knew who it was and she hesitated to answer for a moment.
"Hello, Miss Landers. Won't you come in."
When the door closed, Miss. Landers planted a big kiss on June's lips.
"I missed you. I thought about you all last night."
She grabbed June and planted another kiss on her lips.
June pulled back and straightened her hair.
"I baked pork chops for dinner and baked potatoes. I hope you like them."
"I like your big boobs much better."
June shook her head.
"That's terrible. I hope you're not like that in your class."
Miss. Landers sat down at the table.
"Young girls don't do anything for me. It's you beautiful mature women that drive me crazy."
June and Miss. Landers spend another evening of erotic bliss. They even showered together before Miss. Landers went home. The next day, Miss. Landers came over in the morning and they spent the whole day together. June rolled over in the bed to look at Miss. Landers.
"Will you ever get married?"
Miss. Landers took a deep breath.
"Oh, eventually I'll have to marry a man. That's what is expected of us women. It will make everyone think I'm normal. But, I'll always be a lesbian and that will never change."
"Will you have kids?"
Miss. Landers looked down at the floor.
"I suppose. I wouldn't the first lesbian to marry a man and have children. It's all about being accepted. Staying within the normal life everyone expects. Vary from that picture and you'll be shunned for the rest of your life."
June leaned over and gave her a long kiss on the lips.
"I wish there was something I could do to make it better."
Miss. Landers returned the kiss to June.
"You have, June Cleaver. For a brief moment you have lifted me higher than I thought possible. Tomorrow your family will be come home and you'll be June Cleaver. The perfect woman and perfect mother. I will always remember you for a long, long time."
Miss Landers walked out the front door. Through her tears, she turned back to wave at June.
End.