School Daze Chapter 2
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.
Copyright 2022 B. Jones, all rights reserved.
School Daze -2-
There were no classes on Friday, and Carla had gone home to Schaumburg on Thursday to get some home cooking and reconnect with her mom. Her mother was expecting her and heard her come in through the garage. Carla spilled on the great sex and great everything with Brittany to her mom over a glass on cabernet sauvignon.
"I know she's the one," said Carla. "I just know it. She's smart, together, and really good at strapon sex. And she really loves me, and I love love love her."
"My dear, you are such a good judge of people's character," said Beth Thomas. "I trust you, and your judgement. I cannot wait to meet her."
"Next Saturday, I swear," said Carla. "I'll get reservations for three. She loves Italian and there is a restaurant just off campus. That is probably where we'll go."
"Well, that's just great," said Beth. "Any idea of what she'll wear?"
"She's a femme like me, and has nice things," said Carla. "I'll talk about what we're wearing and call you. We were talking about fragrances yesterday and, believe it or not, she loves Chanel. So, you might want to wear your standby. She says it smells like a young pretty girl and she L-O-V-E-S it."
"Oh, I love her already," said Beth.
"What's her mother's name," asked Beth. Carla told her that Brittany's mom was gay and lived in Lisle, a Chicago suburb. She shared with her mom that she had been out for quite a few years. Beth knew a few gay women from down that way and was going to contact them to see if anyone had her contact info.
"Her name is Eleanor, if you're going to look for her," said Carla. "I'm pretty sure Williams is the last name. Otherwise, give us a couple of weeks to make sure Brittany and I are still going strong, and then do whatever it is that you do." Beth had a well-deserved reputation in the lesbian community for pulling honeys.
"That could work," said Beth. "But when have you known me to let an opportunity go to waste?"
(They both laughed, long and loud.)
"Hey there, college girl, did I tell you I'm taking a couple classes at the local community college?" said Beth. "My God, the classes are full of great looking undergrads. I've got the feeling that at least half of them are lesbians. In my day, there was always a bunch of guys hitting on us. You don't see any of that now. There is not a thing going on between the sexes."
(laughing) "Oh mom, you crack me up," said Carla. "The guys are all gay! Well, mostly."
"It used to be good for my ego," said Beth. "Now a couple looks per class from the nineteen-year-olds gives me goose flesh. I love it. Can I say that a couple of the lassies are hitting on me?"
"God, mom, always working it," said Carla. "Two classes plus work. Are you sure you can handle the load?"
"With so much trim, sorry, young pussy, I am totally motivated," said Beth. "I'll pull long hours if necessary. So, what I'm going to do about Brittany's mother is just get her number. Then I'll wait a couple weeks and if you two are still going strong, I'll call her. That will give Brittany a chance to settle in little bit."
"That makes sense mom," said Carla. "You know, you are so popular with your older lesbian friends. You have so much confidence...I hope some of it has rubbed off on me."
"Look at me. Look at me!" said Beth. "I don't know any girl that's as confident and together as you. Period, end of story. You are my model."
"Aawwww," said Carla. She kissed her mom lightly on the lips.
"Is that all you have, girlfriend," said Beth.
"I know that was a pussy kiss," said Carla. "How about this one?"
At that the two women rushed into each other's arms and mashed lips, breasts, and asses. When they separated, they looked each other in the eye and said,
"Let's do it." and laughed as they pranced to the bedroom.
*****
Beth was a dynamo. She knew everyone and everyone knew her, and most people loved her. She was such a positive person. Her energy even came through her texts and voice mails. At 5' 8", big brown eyes and slim figured, she was a lesbian slayer. At 45 she was a looker, and the lassies of all ages succumbed to her wiles.
So, Beth could hardly wait for two weeks to pass, and her appointment with destiny The dinner with Carla and Brittany went fabulously, and Brittany had no problem with the idea of Beth calling her mom, Eleanor. She even encouraged it, knowing her mother's penchant for meeting new people and, judging by Beth's little black dress and how it fit Beth so well, they would absolutely hit it off. She really knew that to be the case when Beth excused herself to go to the bathroom and she got a view of her ass, "So that gives me an idea of how fine Carla will be at 45." She got a tingle that returned when Beth sat down again. Oh my.
So, on that fateful day, Beth called Eleanor at six-thirty in the evening. At first, she was a little shocked, for Eleanor played coy. But that lasted only half a minute and their femininity took over. They gossiped about everything and everyone, but it was all positive. Their experience of the call was that of long-lost besties, hooking up after years in the wilderness. It turns out Eleanor was just out of a relationship and was back to dating.
"Oh Eleanor, I'm so wet right now," said Bethany. "I'm sorry, "That's probably too much information."
"Hell no, I am too," cried Eleanor. "Say I work tomorrow but I'd like to see you tonight. "Do you think you could come by in an hour?" Beth lived in Schaumburg, about 30 minutes from Lisle. "
"I'd love that. I've already taken a vacation day from work for tomorrow," said Beth. "I know, a little presumptuous of me."
"I did the same thing, girlfriend," said Eleanor. "Brilliant minds think alike. I'll be so ready for you."
"Ciao, Bella," said Beth.
*****
At 8:00 Beth pulled into the driveway of a modest house. It was at the end of the block and there were trees on both sides, giving the house an isolated appeal. Ideal for someone who values privacy (for whatever reason).
Eleanor met her at the door and gave her a kiss and a hug, saying simply, "Welcome." She was a stunning 45-year-old in the prime of her life. Like Beth, she was 5' 8", but blessed with Sophia Lauren's brown eyes and her kissable lips. Her face was very pretty, although she had a longer face than Sophia. She literally could have been a contender (star), but her parents were too possessive. It's strange because way back then she lived within two miles of the Paramount Studios.
She gave her a quick tour of the house and Beth noted that there was no sign of masculinity, anywhere. There was lesbian artwork on the walls, and everything was just so neat and comfy. She was amazed at the basement, for there, at the bottom of the stairs, was a sex swing, and there were all kinds of tools of sexual pleasure in two cases on the walls. Beth got a big tingle then.
"Hey baby, I wanted to show you everything," said Eleanor. "Just so you know, I'm a horny bitch for gay girls, giving and receiving."
"Mmmmm," Beth said. And she moved in to kiss Eleanor, and they had a long one and the pressure was off. That kiss opened Beth and Elanor's eyes, for they saw in each other what they had been seeking. Their alter ego. They both settled in for a lovely evening and the sex was to follow.
But first, they wanted to get to know one another. They went to the kitchen and Beth sat in a tall bar stool watching, while Eleanor grabbed the cheese and crackers out of the refrigerator. She poured two glasses of a $300 Cabernet Sauvignon. She purchased the wine locally after she'd learned of the expected call from Carla's mother, who was, according to her daughter "so fucking hot." She also got some fresh artisan bread and two bottles of water (with their initials on them).
Beth took one sip of the wine and exclaimed, "This is the smoothest full-bodied cabernet that I have ever tasted," said Beth. "Oohhh, I'm going to need another glass soon. Pray, do tell what's the label?"
"It's called Stag's Leap," said Eleanor. "I'm so glad you like it. The salesperson was Maria, and I told her it's for a forty something woman. Maria's left eyebrow went up a bit and she went right to this bottle. You know, a good salesperson is worth her weight in gold. Anyway, I'm glad you like it. I'm going to get another two bottles for futures special occasions."
They gathered in the living room with its thick frieze carpet and a large white cowhide rug on top of it. The rug was so soft to Beth's touch.
"The carpet and the cowhide rug are cleaned regularly, so have no fear of getting any diseases," said Eleanor.
Eleanor said, "Why don't we set this short table and sit right here." She patted a spot for Beth and set the small Persian 12" high-table between them. She then loaded it up with the the wine and refreshments. They sat on the floor with the bread, grapes, water, crackers and two expensive-looking cheeses between them. That's the proper way to use this. The time, whom no one was watching, was flying. Eleanor's dog, a black German shepherd, came in and laid nearby. The wine was delectable, and the small piles of food began to disappear.
"Her name is Honey, and she's the best dog in the world," offered Eleanor.
"She's perfect, like her mistress.
"Thank you my dear," said Eleanor. "She really likes you. I can tell."
"And your daughter is exquisite," said Beth. "I wanted to jump her bones right there and then, but I just enjoyed everything about her. The three of us had a wonderful time."
"Beth told me all about it," said Eleanor. "She said there was an electricity at the table; that you and she really connected."
"Carla went to the bathroom at some point, and there was Brittany, holding back a smile with lust in her eyes," said Beth. "I told her that frankly she was an Ultra Bae, and that Carla was so lucky to have her." That was the most intimate I was with her, but it settled the thing for a moment. I'm hot for your daughter, in a motherly way."
"I see," said Eleanor. "Flattery, coming from a peer of one's mother, goes a long way."
They both enjoyed the wine and the food immensely, and Eleanor even brought out some Oreo Thins to top it off.
"Oh Eleanor, I just know you're going to taste even better than the wine," said Beth. "And I cannot wait to taste you."
"Thank you my dear," said Eleanor. "The same for me."
"Do you ever go by Ele?" asked Beth.
"Yes, with my besties I go by Ele. Spelled E-L-E."
"Am I in that select group?" said Beth.
"Please call me Ele," said Eleanor, leaning into Beth. "Does that answer your question, you fucking whore, He He."
"So, what do you go by among your own besties?" said Ele.
"They call me Bethany," said Beth. "I really answer to both, but my faves call me Bethany. It's a plain name. I have my parents to thank for that. Please call me Bethany though, won't you."
"I'd say we're besties," said Ele. "Here's to besties." She reached in and pulled Bethany to her, kissing her aggressively.
Now that they had gotten pet names straight, the two beautiful women, who turned all types of feminine heads, fell to making love. They did it right in the living room after clearing out a space on the white cowhide rug.
*****
First, they pulled the tops off each other. Ahhh, perfection for two 45-year olds! Both the ladies had C-cups supported by a slender frame. Lesbians are so seductive this way. Those who come out in their later years, the 30's, 40's, and 50's do not have the burden of children or a man to care for and thus keep extra pounds off. So much sex, so little time for eating. Oohhh la la.
Between the kisses Bethany, like a dog, licked the face of Ele and loved it. She was eating Ele, bit by bit. Kissing her eyes, licking her cheekbones, leaving little busses on the perfect neck of Ele. Always coming back to the mouth and those beautifully plump Italian lips. She lost every tongue battle, but in fact won as her tongue sensuously accepted defeat against the larger tongue and both gave and received in the tantalizingly fun game. Ele was playing with her nipples, roughly.
"Oh fuck, please play with my girls, baby," Bethany said. "They love it rough, ya know."
Ele removed her Victorias Secret underwear. Bethany just stared for a moment at her miraculous cunt. Stunning was the only word she could think of. Clean shaven, as in just, before she arrived probably, she thought. How wonderful. Her juicy cunt lips had begun to spread, relaxing now that Bethany was feeling them. Her clit was long and sizeable, with its head already poking out of the hood, inviting love making.
"You have such a perfect pussy, lover," said Bethany. And it was perfect, just like her asshole, which too was bare of any stray hairs. Bethany licked around the bowl of her ass but didn't go inside. So, goddam good! She loved the taste; she loved the smell. And she practically had an orgasm sniffing her ass.
She began lapping at her cunt. Isn't that what it's all about? Ele's body convulsed in a frisson, and she just kept going. Bethany was making sounds, sending the vibrations to her soul. Ele craved it and asked me to keep doing it.
"Her pussy is so fucking delicious," she thought. "We gay girls are just so spoiled. I could have a different pretty pussy every day of the week." She smelled so good; she tasted so good; she felt divine. She looked at her toenails expertly done, with a deep forest green finish. Bethany's were bright red. She examined her feet. Perfection at size 11 she thought. She put all ten toenails in her mouth and licked them and bit them lightly. She took the right foot and put it the toes in her cunt. A new experience for Ele, but she loved it.
The gruel spilled out of Ele, so thick and tasty and Bethany lapped it up. She could only take a little at a time. Bethany licked Ele's bare cunt up and down, and side to side. Then she took a break and kissed her so that she could taste herself. Oh, so good.
They kissed passionately. My God, men have no clue how to kiss a woman. She was mewling the whole time. "She really likes it, I think," Bethany thought. "I think that she really likes me too."
She rolled to her side and both women knew to put their top leg up and did the modified sixty-nine thing. That was the first time she tasted me, and she was quiet for about a minute. Bethany was afraid she didn't like it. Ele finally expelled a big breath, and said, "That is the finest pussy I've ever eaten." It was special for them both, doing it right there in the living room on the soft white cowhide.
Bethany felt fabulous after that. "I mean, here is this incredible honey saying that about me! Goddam."
Bethany lapped at the crack of Sappho. Round and around she went, and where she stopped, nobody knows. In return for her efforts, she had more cum than she had ever had before. And sweet too, dripping down from Ele's pussy with regularity. "God, this woman is a fucking goddess. I would love to have her on my arm at parties." She wanted to find "the one," but she was enjoying the "circuit." She knew, however, that even the best things in life can get old. She wanted a mate, a wife, a partner. She sensed, however, there would be ample time to explore it with Ele.
"Keep going you dyke, aahhhh," cried Ele. "We've got a rhythm, keep going. Aahhhh, oohhhh."
Bethany loved her and loved loving her. She was really mixing it up, and Ele loved the attention, and her sexy parts were given. First Bethany played with her breasts while dipping her right hand in her magic glove. After two minutes she gave her belly some motorboating, which caused Ele to laugh.
"He he. That's my girly girlfriend, he he," laughed Ele. "I can feel that sound distinctly in my cunt, oohhhh yeah." Bethany had her hands on her ass, massaging it and pulling the "loaves" apart. She kept the symphony going on her belly while preparing her asshole for another assault. It was just so lovely, the eye winking at her. Bethany was now prepping her asshole again. She made her long tongue into a little sword and entered Ele.
"Oohhhh, baby you don't know how good that feels," said Ele. She stopped what she was doing to feel the pleasure. "Aahhhh, oohhhh."
Bethany's head was bobbed on the hole while her right hand was making love to her pussy. She used her thumb to "play" her clit, now exposed and fully cooperating and her first two fingers to jill her. The three-pronged assault, on her ass, on her pussy, and on her clit, was now causing Ele to start cumming.
"Oh baby, it's happening, I'm cumming dear," said Ele, matter-of-factly, as if she was giving a weather report. "Oohhhh, Unhhhh."
Bethany kept up steady pressure on her asshole, going deeper, and on her pussy as well. She looked up at Ele with the lower part of her face completely covered with shiny mixture of gruel, cum, and spit. She was in heaven when Ele confirmed her path to orgasm and gave a look of approval.
"That's it honey, cum for me, cum hard for mama dear," said Bethany.
Ele closed her eyes to concentrate of the feelings, not to push, but to welcome the orgasm with open arms. "Oohhhh, Aahhhh, I'm cumming hard," she said. "Oh, it's beautiful, so beautiful." She had visions of laying in a field of white lilies, naked, with Bethany steadily frigging her and her body giving up its nectar.
"Oh yeah, get it, get that beautiful orgasm Ele baby," said Bethany.
Ele came, laughing joyfully as she did. She sat up suddenly and kissed Bethany. "Oh, you mother fucker, you gorgeous mother fucker."
Her words surprised them both. When she understood it−it was only a five second delay−Bethany hooted and howled with laughter too.
Bethany had earned the respect of Ele, and now it was her turn to be loved. Both got up to take a potty break. There were no bathroom shenanigans; they'd have plenty of time to get to that.
"Come here my darling," Ele said. "Now it's my turn to love you." They kissed and made out. Ele was sitting on Bethany and leaning forward to kiss those lips. French kissing was such a turn on, tongues battling it out for fun and pleasure.
Ele had a face and body that should belong on the show "Lesbian Wives of DuPage County." (DuPage County is the huge suburban county outside of Chicago, home to so many fine Lesbians of all ages!)
They both can lay claim to that mythical honor with their bodies and minds. So lesbian, so fine, so sweet. Bethany told her so, "You belong, slurp slurp, on a TV show honoring the finest Lesbians of DuPage County. I love your smell, your taste, and your aggressiveness, slurp slurp. Hey, would you like to continue this downstairs?"
Bethany hesitated, then said, "I would go anywhere with you, my love. I've never been in a sex swing, but I am so down for that experience."
The two beauties rolled out of the bed and went to the basement. Bethany had to take a potty break, and said, "I'll be right there, after a trip to the toilet."
She caught up with Ele who was already putting on the special black panties. Why not have a look at these dildos and choose one. They're all washed and sterilized." Meanwhile, Ele gathered her hair in a sloppy bun and knotted it.
"When we get going the hair tends to get in my face, breaking my concentration," she said.
"We wouldn't want that, now," said Bethany. "I want to see you, all of you. To drink in your sex is the biggest turn-on."
Ele handed her a small key to the red box on the shelf under the whips, chains, and other items of lesbian love. "I love all of these," said Bethany. "Hmmm."
"I think this one is appropriate," said Bethany. She selected a 9" Pride dildo of large girth and handed it to Ele. "We'll get a lot of mileage out of this one. You're proud, aren't you dear?"
"Fuck yes," said Bethany. "I'm proud that I'm proud, or something like that."
Ele slipped it under the panties and chuckled while she pulled it through and adjusted it a bit.
Beth laughed hysterically when she tried to get onto the swing but couldn't get her back up high enough for support.
(laughing) "Beginners mistake," said Ele. "Here..." and she pulled Bethany up, adjusting the stirrups. "It's gynecologist approved. In fact, I've had my gynecologist down here twice. She's a banging babe−you'll love her."
She showed Bethany three bottles of lube, and Bethany chose her standby, "Sliquid." She was laughing as she applied a little to her cunny. "I don't need this, I'm so wet. But anything to enhance the experience."
"Oh, for sure," said Ele. She had the dildo all lubed up and was ready. "There's really nothing to it. I can tell that you will get the hang of the motion and be meeting me halfway. Just a little tension with your hands right here."
Before Bethany knew it Ele entered her, short strokes at first to get her accustomed to the ride. They talked during the fucking about everything, even what Bethany bought at the grocery store (a seductive bottle of merlot) that day. "Aahhhh," she cried out. She loved loved loved the swing and watching Ele fuck her better that any man had or could.
"Here we go," said Ele. "Hang on. I'm going to take you for a ride, honey. Nannhhhh." And Ele began to long stroke her bitch, the Pride dildo disappearing in her pussy and magically coming halfway out. Penetrate. Withdraw. Repeat. "Now close your eyes and let your pussy talk to you." Bethany had game; she quicky figured out that just a little bit of the "return" thrust satisfied them both. A mere flick of her wrists gave Ele maximum penetration.
Bethany had been lighthearted, laughing at every little thing. But, upon Ele's suggestion of "more fucking now, less talking," she fell into a hypnotic state. The pleasure was other worldly. Her pussy sort of took over; she loved the treatment it was getting and literally couldn't get enough. Bethany gave herself body and soul to her mistress and the details of all, but her pussy and the dick, faded quickly.
She thought she heard Ele saying, "You fucking dyke. You know you want this. You know you LOVE it. C'mon now, get it. C'mon and get it baby girl. Mouhhhh." She was still in her dream state, but she was sure Ele was talking to her.
The itch in her pussy snapped her back to reality. It had only been five (or was it ten) minutes, but when she looked up, she saw that Ele was sweating and really working hard. The itch then became a small tingle, which became a bigger tingle, which turned into...
"Oh, Ele my bae, I've got a tingle, and big one," cried Bethany. "What you're doing speed-wise and everything else, just keep doing it! Aahhhh. Unghhhh." She took in the body of Ele for the first time, and she was amazed. The forty-something bae had just the right amount of body fat. She was just so tight, muscles appearing everywhere, looking lean and oh so sexy. She looked statuesque; she was a sexual athlete.
"Aahhhh, she's definitely number one in my book," thought Bethany. "I would be marrying up, for sure. Aahhhh, oohhhh."
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about," said Ele. "The big cum, the beautiful fucking orgasm. Can you get it for me baby? C'mon now, get it. Get it honey. Aahhhh." Ele maintained the easy in-and-out of that the swing was known for. "It'll only be a minute or two now, Aahhhh," she thought.
With Ele, the world's most gay and most gorgeous cheerleader urging her on, Beth did get her orgasm. With Ele steadily pounding her, she erupted.
"Oohhhh, Aahhhh." She saw a splash of cum reach up to Ele's flat tummy, and she was proud of that. Her pussy was a swamp, and her and her lover's lower body, were completely soaked. She cried out, "Aahhhh, oohhhh, aahhhh," And she was done. In fact she blacked out for a while, little orgasmic tremors coursing through her.
When she came around Ele was quietly looking at her, the Pride dildo was at full penetration. She was simply standing there, a most satisfied look on her face.
"Well, my baby dyke, that was quite a show for a first timer," Ele said. "Just think of how nice it would be with a couple of sweet dykes ministering to you while we fuck. That's the proper way to use this, and you might get addicted to it."
"Oh my god, the best drug, ever," said Bethany. "No side effects either."
*****
Don't look now, but our pairs of sweet dykes are heading for something special. Carla + Brittany. Bethany + Ele. Hmmm. Maybe we'll see the four of them get together. Stay tuned.
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