MARY STONE COMES OUT 2
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. Characters from the Donna Reed Show are used without permission. The sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. Specifically referenced in this story are characters and the storyline from 1960's "The Career Woman" (Season 2, episode 31).
If you are offended by lesbian stories concerning a teenage girl with an older woman, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian Celebrity)
15-year-old Mary Stone laid her school books on the entrance room table as she had done countless times before. The pretty, high school sophomore felt that there was little excitement in her young life, and felt doomed that she would eventually have to fall into line, marry a lawyer, or a doctor, like her father (whom she adored), and would eventually have to push out the requisite 2.3 children that society demanded in 1960.
"Mary, can you come in here?" It was the familiar voice of her mother, and Mary dutifully obeyed. "Mary, this is my friend, Molly Duncan. I'm sure you remember me talking about her?"
"Of course," Mary cheerfully replied, looking at the tall, elegantly-dressed woman whom she knew to be a successful New York fashion designer.
The beautiful woman rose from the couch, and exuberantly kissed Mary on the cheek, briefly touching the teenager's peaches and cream face with her elbow-length gloves. "Why Donna," Molly gushed, "She's absolutely gorgeous!" Mary could tell that Molly was sincere, and began to blush from the unexpected compliment from the beautiful woman. A sometimes insecure teenager, like most, Mary alternately thought the she was the ugliest duckling on earth, or vainly thought that she was the uncrowned queen of Hilldale. When annoyed, Mary tended to treat her teenage male suitors badly.
Molly looked again at the pretty teen. Mary was slender, with a pretty face, and perky breasts. The teenager looked like a porcelain doll, and was easily as beautiful as the young models that Molly regularly employed to display her fashions.
Although Mary would have loved to stay in the room and hear more from the well-dressed career woman, Mary knew her place, and politely exited the room. Mary looked back a second time at beautiful Molly Duncan. Mary had felt an odd tingling throughout her young body when the older woman had kissed her cheek.
Dr. Stone eventually returned home that evening after making his rounds at the hospital. The pediatrician was often called away from his family at the worst times and without any prior notice. Tonight, would be no exception. After planning to take his wife and her friend out to dinner, he was called away to tend to a sick child.
Rather than going to dinner, as they had planned, the two women took a cab to Molly's hotel. The wealthy, successful, unmarried woman had secured the largest suite in Hilldale's finest hotel. Seconds after closing the door, the two women, both aged 39, began to embrace and passionately kiss.
As teenagers, the two had been secret lovers while in boarding school. While Donna would eventually marry Alex and raise a family, Molly had become a career woman, and a successful fashion designer.
While Molly didn't flaunt her same-sex relationships, she was a lesbian, and did little to conceal sexual preference. With easy access to a bevy of pretty young models, Molly would frequently indulge herself.
Donna was eagerly responding to Molly's soft kisses, so different than those that she received from her husband, Alex. The attractive housewife was adored in her community for her dedicated community service activities for worthy causes. But, Donna at times yearned for younger days when her considerable charms were coveted by packs of eligible men. Or, at least, that's how she remembered it.
Although she adored her husband and children, Mary and Jeff, there had always been something missing in her life. Donna had never dared to imagine that it might be sexual. Donna and Molly had attended different colleges, over 2,000 miles apart. The pair hadn't made love since they were 17-years-old, over 20 years before.
Donna was nervous as she carefully removed her silken black dress. Her once long hair had been shortened to a fashionable, if somewhat matronly do. Although it had been Molly's suggestion to make love in her hotel, Donna now worried that her now-adult body had changed after giving birth to two children, and that Molly might no longer find her desireable.
Now, down to a black slip, and sitting on the bed to remove her stockings and heels, Donna looked at her elegant, sophisticated friend as she also undressed. Tall, at nearly 5'9", the dark-haired beauty looked like a Hollywood movie star to the Hilldale housewife, as Molly removed her Paris-made, C-cup bra. Molly's breasts were bigger and firmer than Donna remembered from back when they had made love as curious teenagers.
Donna had kept up with Molly through letters and occasional phone calls, but not as often as either would have liked. Donna concealed the letters that she received from Molly from her husband and children, as they sometimes contained details of her sexual trysts with famous actresses and models. Recently, Molly had written that her latest infatuation was with blonde, 17-year-old actress, Tuesday Weld. Donna wondered if Molly still harbored a preference for underage girls.
The topless fashion designer sat next to Donna on the bed, and began to help her friend remove her jewelry and bra. Molly could see that Donna was very nervous, and her still-taut breasts were trembling upon being revealed.
Instinctively, Donna attempted to shield her beautiful breasts with her anxious hands. With a tender smile, Molly said reassuringly, "Donna, you're just as beautiful as I remember." Molly's gentle hands began to inquisitively fondle Donna's now-grown up breasts, which were still firm and upturned some 20 year later. Molly could feel Donna's nipples swell in her eager hands as her impatient mouth descended upon Donna's pert breasts.
With both women naked, Molly placed the doctor's wife gingerly backwards on the large, hotel bed. After nearly 17 years of marriage, Donna and Alex had slept in separate beds for years. With his erratic late-night comings and goings to administer to patients, it had made sense at the time. Alex rarely had time for romance, Donna sadly reminded herself.
Kissing Donna on the lips, Molly rested her 36-C breasts on top of Donna's slender torso. In response, Donna lovingly wrapped her arms around Molly's bare back as she had done so many times as teenagers. The two had risked everything to be with each other then. Getting caught would have meant sure expulsion, and God knows what might have happened beyond that?
Although Donna genuinely loved Alex, nothing felt as comforting and sensual to the mother of two as a beautiful, naked woman in her amorous arms. Soon, Donna's curious hands began to traverse Molly's fit, unclothed body as the woman laid on top of Donna, contentedly kissing her long-ago lesbian lover.
The love, and pent-up sexual energy that Molly was feeling from her former lover, turned housewife, was an exhilarating new sensation for the fashion designer. Sure, she had engaged in sexual trysts with oodles of pretty, young girls, but Molly well-knew that those girls were just giving away their bodies in hopes of furthering their careers, and had few genuine feelings for Molly.
Mrs. Donna Stone, however, was showing her love. The kind of real love that they had known as schoolgirls and best friends in Wisconsin.
Kissing her way down Donna's mature, still-slender body, Molly found herself in a familiar place: Between Donna's slim legs. "Do you remember this?" Molly asked provocatively, Donna nervously replied, "It's been so long. I hope I don't disappoint you." "Honey, it's like riding a bike," Molly said, then began boring into Donna's mature pussy with her avid tongue.
20-plus years of lesbian sex had made Molly a skilled lover. Molly's excited tongue and fingers repeatedly penetrated the pediatrician's wife. While having sex with her husband, Donna always tried to muffle any sounds of passion. This time, however, there were no children to wake up with their noisy lovemaking. "Let it out, Donna," Molly implored her longtime friend, greedily squeezing the housewife's breasts.
Finding Donna's clit, Molly drilled into it like a West Texas oil well. Donna had orgasm after orgasm as the experienced lesbian excitedly performed cunnilingus. Donna's legs quivered and her flat stomach undulated as she blissfully enjoyed her first lesbian sexual experience since high school.
The two naked women relaxed in each other's arms before Donna reluctantly announced that she had better go home. Staying overnight with her lesbian lover was simply out of the question. Molly looked on with considerable interest as Donna dressed, and made herself look presentable before primly exiting the hotel.
Entering a cab, no one could have thought that the well-put-together, respectable doctor's wife, had just spent the evening having sex with a woman.
All night, Mary couldn't think of anything but the refined, elegant woman that she had met earlier that day. Mary was particularly excited that she had been invited to a fashion show, and the promise of new clothes, all designed by the famous, Molly Duncan. Imagining that her pillow was Molly, Mary kissed it enthusiastically, before placing it between her legs.
Unknown to everyone, excluding her carefully locked diary, then-14-year-old Mary had been seduced by a 35-year-old professional tennis player named Joan Conrad. The muscular, well-known, blonde-haired athlete had met Mary while the high school freshman was trying to write a feature on Conrad for her high school paper. Mary had been in a vulnerable period in her teenage life, having just been pawed by a senior boy that she had a crush on. She thought that she hated boys.
Mary experienced her first French kiss with Joan, and then allowed the tennis professional to devour her young pussy, and small, pink breasts.
"I must have a `thing' for older women," the 15-year-old beauty mused to herself, trying to fall asleep after masturbating.
With her attractive mother seated in the front row of the audience, and dressed in her afternoon finest, Mary Stone excitedly took in the fashion show from backstage. In person, the models were all younger than Mary had imagined, with most between the ages of 14 to 18. Molly had carefully selected the girls for her junior, summer collection, which was being shown in the Hilldale Hotel ballroom.
Molly Duncan had put together an eclectic collection of summer dresses, culottes, shorts, and even daring two-piece bathing suits. Mary marveled that the girls, most of them Mary's age, could so easily dress and undress in front of complete strangers!
Like Mary, most of the girls were small-breasted and slender. Unlike Mary, they were professional models and completely immodest, almost flaunting their little boobs and pubic bushes as they hurried to change outfits. Mary briefly imagined herself in a pile of the pretty, naked models, all of them kissing and touching each other's lithe, maturing bodies.
"Well, what do you think?" Molly asked, snapping Mary out of her sexual fantasy. "Everything's so beautiful and exciting," Mary said. Just then, a half-naked teenage girl walked just inches by Mary. "Aren't the girls beautiful?" Molly asked. "I'll say," Mary said, nearly drooling. There was something about Mary's tone. "I wonder?..." asked Molly.
At the conclusion of the show, Molly walked out onto the runway to accept the applause of the audience. Mary slipped out from backstage to sit next to her mother and wildly applaud the models, the fashions, and Molly Duncan, herself.
"Oh, mommy. Wasn't it wonderful?!" Mary excitedly asked. "It certainly was," her mother agreed. "Molly is a very talented woman."
"Mommy?" Mary asked. "Miss Duncan has asked me to help her take some of these things upstairs to her suite. May I? She said that I can pick out a dress from one of her new fashions," Mary added breathlessly.
"You have a good time, honey," her mother said, kissing the enthusiastic 15-year-old on the forehead. Briefly congratulating Molly on her successful showing, Donna departed the hotel. Looking back at her old friend, she wondered if it would be another 20-plus years before they made love again?
Carrying a couple of big boxes, Mary stepped out of the hotel elevator, and dutifully followed the fashion designer to her upper-floor suite. Mary's ponytailed, reddish-brown hair swayed attractively as she walked.
"Just lay them there, honey," Molly said to Mary. The teenager's cheeks were pink from excitement. Molly wanted nothing more than take the Stone girl into her arms and kiss her. "That won't do," she told herself, remembering that Mary's was her friend's teenage daughter.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Mary?" The glamorous 39-year-old asked, rubbing Mary's arm. "Oh, yes, Miss Duncan. I had the most wonderful time." "Please, honey. Call me Molly. We're old friends by now," said the older woman with a leer, then playfully touched Mary's lips with her finger.
"There are some sodas in one of the ice buckets. Have one and sit down while I change. I'll only be a minute." Mary opened the bottle cap of a cold Coca Cola, and sat alone on a couch. Mary was excited about the possibility of trying on some of the clothes that she had just seen in the show, and possibly taking home one of the new creations.
Molly returned wearing a diaphanous, floor-length, black silk robe. Mary gulped, having never seen anything so sexy and elegant in her young life. Certainly, her mother didn't own anything like it, Mary thought. Molly's panties and bra were only opaquely visible through the expensive, somewhat sheer fabric.
Molly sat next to Mary, and wrapped a loving arm around her slender shoulder. "Honey, you dig through those boxes, and feel free to try on anything that interests you." Molly added, "See that full-length mirror in the corner?"
Molly was used to young models undressing with little more than a snap of her fingers. Mary, on the other hand, shyly unzipped her poofy, pleated dress. Molly could hear the teenager's petticoats ruffling beneath as she prepared to remove the pretty dress.
Mary's A-cup bullet bra had been the necessary accessory to give the slender 15-year-old a more mature look. Standing in just her white bra and petticoat, Mary eagerly rummaged through the boxes before finding a sleek dress that appeared to be her size.
"You won't need a petticoat for that dress," Molly advised, still resting on the couch. The high school sophomore bashfully turned away from the fashion designer, and carefully lowered the petticoat, placing it gently over a chair.
Mary was visibly blushing now, dressed only in bra, waist-high panties, and thigh-high nude stockings. "Don't be shy Mary, it's just us girls," Molly encouraged the half-dressed teenager. Mary put on the dress, and several others as she admired herself in the mirror.
Molly was convinced that the slender girl had all the makings of a junior model, if she so desired. Mary's breasts weren't too big, nor her hips too wide for modeling. Clearly, Molly's junior fashions looked adorable on the ponytailed girl.
"Mary, you're even more beautiful than your mother was at the same age." Molly said. Mary loved receiving compliments. And a compliment like that coming from a famous fashion designer had her beaming.
"Why don't you try on one of the bathing suits?" Molly prodded. "Are you sure?" Mary asked. "I don't think I would dare to wear one at the pool. They're kind of skimpy," Mary said nervously. She was immediately sorry that she had said that, worried that she would offend the woman that had designed them.
"Well, honey, we're not outside, and the French girls are wearing even smaller bathing suits called bikinis. It's 1960 after all," said the pragmatic fashion designer.
Molly had risen from the couch, and was now sitting on the edge of the bed as she watched Mary completely disrobe in order to try on the bathing suit. Removing her white, A-cup bra, Mary's pale boobs were pointy, like two small pyramids upon her slender chest. The teenager awkwardly tried to cover her little breasts as she fumbled with the bikini top.
Molly rose to help Mary. Her black silken robe had opened, and her French lingerie was now visible. The bikini top proved to be a little loose on the small-breasted 15-year-old. Mary blushed noticeably as Molly touched Mary's breasts in an attempt to tighten the bathing suit top as she looked at Mary in the mirror.
Both of Molly's hands were affixed upon Mary's petite breasts. "Don't worry about your little boobs, honey. You still look beautiful." Molly surprised the teenager with a lingering kiss on her neck. One hand was now inside of one Mary's bra cups, touching one of Mary's perky nipples.
"Why don't you try on the bottoms?" Molly suggested, swiftly bringing Mary's panties to the floor. Mary bent over reactively, trying to hide her brownish pubic hair, while Molly looked on appreciatively in the mirror at the beautiful, bashful teen.
Molly helped to slip the small bikini bottoms over the legs of the modest high school girl. The highest point of the swim suit bottoms were several inches below Mary's belly button, and so low that they barely covered Mary's pubic area. The high cut of the legs displayed the curves of the teenager's firm, slender ass. Mary felt practically naked in the tiny bikini, and tried to adjust it to cover more of her young body.
Smoothing the front of the bathing suit bottoms, Molly briefly brushed against Mary's young pussy. "Mary, you look absolutely adorable," Molly said, trying to regain the Stone girl's confidence. Molly put her hands on Mary's flat, pale stomach, and continued to flatter the insecure young girl. Looking into the mirror with her chin resting on Mary's shoulder, Molly began to rub Mary's soft, flat belly. The older woman could feel goosebumps rising on the teenager who thus far wasn't making any effort to discourage the 39-year-old lesbian.
Turning Mary's face toward her, Molly planted a kiss on Mary's lips. "Molly?!" finally reacted to the blatant attentions of her mother's friend.
Kissing Mary again, Molly said, "You're every bit as pretty as those other models, Mary." Her hands began to ascend from Mary's waist, and were soon pushing their way upwards, and beneath the bikini bra.
Mary moaned softly as her mother's friend hungrily caressed her juvenile breasts. "This is going to be easier than I thought," Molly said to herself, as Mary failed to object. Moments later, the bathing suit top was unfastened, and Mary's cone-shaped breasts were revealed.
Still peering over the teenager's shoulder and into the mirror, Molly watched as her hands avidly squeezed and kneaded Mary's pert, slightly-freckled, A-cup boobs.
With one hand on Mary's diminutive breast, Molly's hand dipped beneath the waistband of the teenager's bathing suit bottom. Molly could feel the silkiness of Mary's pubic hair as she probed for the teeny slit between Mary's legs.
Rubbing the teenager's pussy a few times, Mary shuddered when Molly's finger penetrated her for the first time. Finding no blockage from a hymen, Molly began to finger-fuck the teenager with force.
Suddenly, Mary surprised the older woman when she said, "Let me see you boobs!" Molly hadn't noticed that she was still in her lingerie as she undressed the teenage daughter of her friend.
Taking her busy hand out of Mary's bathing suit bottoms, Molly quickly undid her bra and lowered her panties. Mary took off her bathing suit bottoms as she looked at the well-built fashion designer. Pressing her A-cup breasts into Molly's 36-C breasts, Mary provocatively rubbed the two pairs of breasts sensuously together.
Reaching for Molly's right hand, Mary returned it to her naked pussy. Molly's eyes widened as the teenager briefly took control. Standing on her tippy-toes, the slender, naked teen licked the lipstick-covered lips of the fashion designer.
Now furiously rubbing Mary's brownish-haired pussy, Molly began clutching Mary's slender buttocks as she led the teenager to her large bed, where she had fucked Mary's mother the night before.
Although Molly didn't inquire, it was clear that Mary had sexual experience with girls. Laying on the bed, it was Mary who first went down on Molly, avid licking and poking her black-haired pussy.
Balancing Mary on her ponytailed head, Mary giggled as the mature lesbian devoured her sparsely-haired, youthful pussy.
Molly wished that she had more time to spend with the beautiful teenage girl, but didn't want Donna asking too many questions if Mary was gone too long. Kissing the naked 15-year-old, it was Molly who reluctantly suggested that it was probably time for Mary to leave.
Promising that they would meet again, Molly caressed Mary's slender, naked body, wishing that the delectable teen could spend the night.
Arriving at her suburban home in a cab, the driver helped the petite teenager unload box after box of Molly Duncan fashions. The sophomore was soon the talk of Hilldale High School with her new wardrobe.
Two weeks later, Donna and Mary each received identical 24k gold necklaces. Donna hugged the necklace to her heart, remembering her recent sexual reunion with her high school lesbian love. Mary had a similar look of rapture on her young face. "I wonder?..." Donna asked herself.
The End.
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