Natalie and Beth -- Ch. 2 (Lesbian/Adult Friends) Katie McKinnon (author) & Andy St.Clair (editor)
Lesbian Erotica - Intended for Mature Audiences Only
These stories will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age.
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The next morning I awoke at 9:30, unusually late for me. On a Saturday morning my girls rarely let me sleep past 8, but on this morning they had left me alone. I jumped out of bed to check that they were alright only to find them on the living room floor, playing UNO with Beth. I smiled from ear to ear, not being used to such luxury and being so pleased that the girls had taken to Beth so effortlessly. I walked into the kitchen and noticed the dirty dishes in the sink, deducing that they already had breakfast. "Can I make you some tea or coffee," I called across the hallway into the living room. "Yes, please," came the immediate answer, "black with a little sugar." As I was fumbling with the coffee machine, Beth came into the kitchen, wearing a huge smile, gave me a massive hug and kissed me right on the lips. "Good morning, Natalie, I hope you had a wonderful and restful sleep.." "Thank you, I did. And thank you so much for getting up early with the girls," I replied, making sure to betray no awkwardness from the unexpected good morning kiss I had just received. To be truthful, it did startle me momentarily, since it was so unexpected, but it was also most welcome, and my smile must have reassured Beth that I was not offended in the least, which I obviously wasn't.
I quickly turned around to tend to the coffee, and Beth came up to stand right next to me. "Thank you again so much for last night, I owe you a huge favor, Natalie." "Not to worry, Beth, the pleasure was all mine. I am so glad I was able to help, and I really enjoyed the time we were able to spend together. What can I make you for breakfast?" Beth gave me a sheepish smile and said, "I hope we can do it again, soon. It is so nice having someone like you who I can talk to openly." With that she gave me a pat on my butt and wondered off to the living room to continue playing the game. I decided to toast some bagels since Beth had never answered my question. Later we sat at the dining room table to eat our breakfast. It turned into a very relaxing morning as Beth appeared to be in no rush to go anywhere and I had no specific plans for the day. As the clock moved past 11 AM she did, however, tell me that her shift at the pool started at noon and that she would have to leave soon. I offered to drive her, but since it was a nice day she elected to take her bike up to the pool, which was only about half a mile away. As she prepared to leave and hugged the girls good-bye I invited her back for the evening and she told me that she would let me know later this afternoon. I was a little bummed that she didn't accept right away, but I certainly understood that there must be other things going on in her life.
We spent the afternoon at the pool as usual, but the weather wasn't as warm as it had been and so we did not stay as long. The girls got in their lessons, with Beth, and I managed to catch up on some news on my phone. "Will we see you later?" I asked Beth as I wrapped towels around my girls after their lesson and almost immediately kicked myself for being so presumptuous and rude. I tried to correct myself, but it was of no use. Beth said she would try to stop by later and help put the girls to bed. With that she turned and tended to her next customer while I packed our bags and turned to leave. I hoped and prayed that I wasn't perceived as being too pushy. I wanted to let things progress slowly to their natural destination, whatever that destination turned out to be. Feeling a bit deflated, I ushered the girls back to the car and headed for the nearest ice cream parlor. I sure needed a little pick-me-up. After that we went home and I started preparing dinner while the girls went to the basement to watch TV.
Due to the shortened pool session we had an early dinner, which suited me fine. I had some work I needed to catch up on and was hoping the girls would get to bed a bit earlier than usual. If was just after 7 PM when the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat when I opened the door and saw Beth standing there, with a huge smile on her face, betraying no sign that I had upset her in any way. I breathed a sigh of relief. She must have sensed it and gave me a big hug as she walked past me into the foyer. Before either of us could say anything, the girls were already on her and excitedly ushering her into the living room were the remnants of this morning's activities were still lying around. Beth was truly a Godsent. I certainly have had good babysitters before, many of them quite dedicated, but Beth just had this amazing ability to relate to the kids and get them excited. I invited her to have some of the leftover food as I had made a big salad for myself that I had hoped would cover lunch the next day. But of course I was happy to give it up for her. But she politely declined, saying that she had had pizza at the pool, which the pool's director would often splurge on. So I joined the three of them on the living room floor for a few rounds of UNO.
"Thank you so much for stopping by, Beth, I really appreciate your taking time to see us." "But of course, you are so welcome. It's such a relief from the stress and you have been so kind to me," Beth replied. "I don't even know how to deal with all of it. But it's great to be able to take my mind of it for a while." Beth's demeanor was definitely stressed. I felt so bad for her. This is an exciting time in a young person's life, and to have it ruined by a bunch of selfish adults is just not fair. "You know we are here for you. Stop by as often as you want. You can also use my house when we are away during the day. I will give you a key. The girls will be in camp all week and I have the day shift at the hospital the next 6 weeks, so the house is free and clear by about 8:30 when my mom takes the girls to camp. Just don't have any wild parties." I said this last part with a big smile on my face. I did not want Beth to think that I did not trust her. "I'd love to take you up on it. Your house is so much closer to the pool than mine, not to mention so much bigger." With that Beth got up from the floor and moved to the kitchen. I heard her opening the cabinets to look for a salad bowl, and before I could direct her she had already found one. I was glad she felt comfortable enough to just take what she needed without making a big fuss. It felt good to provide her with a little stability and space to just be herself.
We played a few more rounds until it was time for the girls to get to bed. They resisted at first, naturally, but Beth promised to be there in the morning when they woke up. Hearing her say that made my heart skip another beat. I wondered what she had in mind. Was she planning on sleeping over again? I tried to stop myself from getting too excited. Beth was still a teen-ager and I was more than twice her age. The last thing I wanted to do was make my life, and hers, more complicated. It made me happy to provide her with the support she needed, and that is where it should stop! But Beth had other plans, as I would soon find out.
After the girls were safely tucked into their beds, Beth and I retired to the living room. It was almost 9 PM. "Do you want to see a movie?, I suggested. The TV room is downstairs and we have all the subscriptions you could want." "Yes, that's a great idea," she replied, "I am sure we can find something good. I have not seen many movies at all lately." Before going down to the basement, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and some cheese and crackers. A little late night picnic would be perfect for Beth to get her mind off her troubles. "I am going to pour myself a glass of wine, if you don't mind, and you are welcome to have one as well, if you want. But, please do not feel obligated, you are not even 21 yet." "Thank you, Natalie, I will have one a bit later. I don't want to get sleepy, which is what always happens when I drink alcohol." With that she headed downstairs as I was getting the snacks ready in the kitchen. When I got downstairs Beth was already flipping through the channels to see what movies she might be interested in. I was only too happy to allow her to take the lead as I am never able to make up my mind once I start looking through all the available options. She settled on a romantic comedy from the Gay & Lesbian section on Netflix. "Are you ok with this one, Natalie? A friend told me it was really good." I was blown away. I began to wonder if Beth was intending to signal something to me.
I poured my glass of wine and settled back on the couch, while Beth situated herself at the opposite end. I was totally unfamiliar with the movie or any of the actresses in it. It wasn't a category I spent a lot of time browsing through, but then again, I usually do not watch a lot of TV. It tends to make me sleepy and I usually don't last long before nodding off. I would really have to pull myself together lest I'd be passed out and Beth would be watching alone. But the movie was cute and held my interest, and the excitement of having Beth close by provided the needed energy to keep me going. "I think I am going to have that wine now," Beth announced about 30 min into the movie and pressed the pause button. "Stay here, I will get it," I told her. I needed to stretch my muscles a bit and this was a good opportunity. I was back in no time and poured Beth a glass of my expensive Chardonnay, which I had received as a gift from a grateful patient. We toasted each other, and as I looked into her eyes I could see a little sparkle that told me that Beth really enjoyed being here and was very much at ease in my company. Rather than moving back to the other corner of the couch, she stayed much closer to me and made herself really comfortable.
"Were you planning on sleeping here again tonight," I asked her. I am not really sure why I asked it, because it did not really have an impact on anything. I was just curious, I guess. Beth told me that she had canceled her original plans for later this evening and that she would love to stay, if I let her. Needless to say, this wasn't an issue for me and I told her so. She gave me another one of her big killer smiles and then pressed the play button on the remote. I was beginning to wonder if she had any kind of ulterior motive, but I quickly caught myself and dismissed the idea as utterly absurd. I told myself that Beth was an 18 year old woman, who was glad she had found a little peace and quiet for the moment and was going to take as much advantage of that as she could. The summer would be long, and plenty of things were bound to happen.
We continued watching our movie which soon had its first scene of intimacy between the two women protagonists. It was a beautifully acted scene, and very erotic. I watched Beth through the corner of my eye and noticed how she was being enthralled by the scene. It really seemed to turn her on as she was fidgeting around on the couch. I smiled, and this time it was Beth's turn to catch me. "What's so funny, Natalie?," she inquired. "Oh nothing, I was just noticing that you really seemed to enjoy this movie." Beth blushed, and now I felt horrible. Making her feel embarrassed was the last thing on my mind. I had to think quickly of how to salvage the situation. "Don't worry, Beth, I am enjoying it too. These two women are so beautiful and so sexy. It's a real turn-on, don't you think?." Wow, I could not believe the words that came out of my mouth. In my eagerness to assuage Beth's embarrassment, I had basically just told her that I enjoyed watching lesbian sex. "Yes, it really is," Beth quickly agreed. "Would it be ok to sit a little closer to you? These scenes make me feel like holding on to someone." I did no say anything but just reached out and offered my hand to her. She grasped my hand and soon we were sitting next to each other, holding hands. A warm feeling started to build inside me. It felt so good to have someone sitting so close to me.
We continued to watch the movie with Beth holding on to my hand. She began fidgeting again. "Are you ok?," I asked. "If you are getting restless we can stop the movie and finish it tomorrow." But Beth wouldn't have it. Instead she inched even closer to me. She asked me for a refill of her glass, which gave me a chance to get up and adjust my seat. I asked her if she was cold as the basement tended to be a lot cooler than the rest of the house. She said that she was. I got up and spread a blanket over her shoulders and sat down close to her so that I could share its warmth. There we sat, watching a steamy movie while huddling together under under a soft cotton blanket. Beth held my hand again and started leaning against me. I did not resist for fear of frightening her away. Besides, I was really enjoying this. I could smell the sweet scent of her hair that was only inches from my face. Then I made a very bold move. I took her hand, placed it against my lips, and kissed it gently. Beth did not resist. I continued by rubbing the back of her hand against my cheek. Again, she showed no signs of resistance or hesitation. The alcohol in me clearly had lowered my natural inhibition. I was very conscious of that and also knew that the same was probably true for Beth. I did not want to take advantage of her in any way. But I enjoyed showing my affection for her and certainly did not want it to stop.
We continued watching the movie, which had a number of very hot scenes, one of them between a middle-aged women and her young lover. "Would you mind if I laid my head in your lap?," Beth asked me suddenly. I certainly did not, and I told her so. She proceeded to lay her head on my thighs, which were clad in my jogging tights because of the chilly air in the basement. Beth, by contrast, was still wearing her one-piece bathing suit under a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. So her legs were naked, which is why she felt chilled in the first place. I made sure the blanket covered her entire body up to her shoulders. I was tempted to put my hand on her, but I resisted that urge, thinking it too aggressive. I awkwardly placed it against the back of the couch instead. We sat there as the movie slowly wound down. Then I felt Beth's free hand gently rubbing against the lower part of my leg. I responded by placing my hand on her hip, which was still covered by the blanket I had placed on her. I kept my hand still at first, then lightly moved it back and forth in a caressing motion. Beth obviously enjoyed that as she reciprocated by rubbing my legs more forcefully.
Our tender caressings were interrupted by the end of the movie. "What did you think of it?," I asked. "I thought it was great. And it was so erotic, especially the scene with the two women who were of different ages. That was such a turn on," she replied. Wow! Was she trying to tell me something? I nodded in agreement and added a few observations about the movie that were not particularly insightful. In the meantime Beth had risen from her comfortable position and was stretching her arms. I smiled at her. "I think I am going to bed, it's been a long day. I rarely stay up past 10 PM these days. You are welcome to stay down here and watch more TV, if you want." I immediately kicked myself for that statement, disinviting as it was. I was secretly hoping for more tonight, but I wanted Beth to take the lead. And now I had just signaled her that I did not want to carry on. She gave me a disappointed look. So I quickly added, "you are also welcome to come up with me." That seems to have salvaged the situation as a big smile came to her face and she said "OK!"
I awkwardly got up from the couch, my body having stiffened a bit from sitting in the same position for well over an hour, grabbed the two wine glasses and the bottle and slowly headed upstairs. Beth gathered up the rest. "Please don't forget to turn off the light," I reminded her. I fumbled around some more in the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of juice and offered to do the same for Beth. She accepted the offer, took the glass from me, drank it in one gulp, and smiled again. I smiled back at her, then spontaneously opened my arms, inviting her to give me a big hug, which she proceeded to do. We stood there in the kitchen, hugging each other, our bodies closely intertwined. I could smell the sweet scent of her hair again, which was so enticing. Then I took her hand and started heading upstairs. This wasn't exactly letting Beth take the lead, but by that point I simply did not want to let the moment get away. I knew there was the opportunity for more, and so I let the erotic tension that had built up between us take its natural course.
"I see you are still in your bathing suit. You are more that welcome to take a shower if you need to get that pool water off you skin. The shower upstairs is so much better than the one downstairs." "Yes, I just might," she cooed, "I could really use that. Thank you." With Beth still in tow, I headed straight for the bathroom, which was off the master bedroom. I opened one of the cabinets, pulled out a bath towel, and handed it to her. Then I turned on the shower for her and exited the bathroom to give her some privacy. I heard her undressing and opening the shower doors. This gave me a chance to sit down, clear my head, and evaluate the situation: here I was, upstairs in my bedroom, with a drop-dead, gorgeous young woman - still a girl, in many ways - and I was about to take her to bed. Maybe. This is not what I had planned for. Definitely not! Sure, I had admired her young body from the distance at the pool, and I had really enjoyed her company, especially tonight, but I had not really had any feelings of sexual attraction so far. Definitely not. It all had developed spontaneously tonight. But there is no question that I was really turned on. And I knew from experience that once that feeling hit me, I usually found it difficult to turn back.
I knocked on the bathroom door and re-entered before Beth could say anything. I wanted to quickly wash up at the sink and get out of my clothes before Beth finished her shower. I knew the shower doors would be all fogged up so that Beth's privacy would be preserved. Then I went back into the bedroom, took off my tights and shirt and slipped into my cotton sleeveless tank nightgown and got into bed. I propped myself against the backboard, supported by a couple of fluffy pillows, took out my book and pretended to read. Shortly after, the door opened and Beth entered the room. She had the bath-towel wrapped around herself and another one around her head. I looked up and smiled. "I bet you feel a lot better now, don't you?" "Definitely," she responded, "like a new person." I had to think quick, or Beth would likely be heading downstairs. "The hair-dryer is out in the hallway, in the top drawer of the cabinet. I can help you with it, if you want. It would be fun." "Would you? That would be great. I hate drying my hair more than anything. I was going to let it dry naturally." With that she stepped into the hallway. I quickly got out of bed and got a hair brush from the bathroom, then returned and sat on my bed. As she re-entered the bedroom I motioned for Beth to sit next to me on the bed. She complied without a moment's hesitation. I plugged in the dryer and proceeded to get busy with the job of drying her hair.
I began by carefully brushing it. It was so long. It felt and smelled amazing. Then I switched on the dryer, which was powerful and annoyingly loud. After a few minutes I turned it off and asked Beth how dry she wanted her hair. I always hate drying my hair completely as that can really damage it. "Just a little bit more, that should be fine. I hate when it gets too dry." I laughed in agreement. I could tell she enjoyed my attention and I tried to slow things down a bit. As I brushed her hair again, I placed my free hand on her shoulder to keep her nice and still. She placed her own hand on top of mine and left it there. Then she took my hand off her shoulder and placed it on her lips, kissing it gently. It felt electric. A little shock went through my whole body. I put the hair dryer down on the bed and placed my free hand on her other shoulder and pulled her close. I gently caressed her shoulder and neck, and placed my lips against her scalp. Inhaling the sweet sent of her hair was intoxicating. I felt myself getting wet. I was so turned on. I couldn't stop. I knew then that I was going to devour this sweet little princess tonight. No way I was going to stop now.
END OF CHAPTER TWO