The Cleaners

--A story written collaboratively by Leila and Louisa May

I had come home from College for the Christmas Holidays. As much as I was happy to be home, it felt odd to be back in the old parent/child relationship. Don't get me wrong. I loved being home, loved being taken care of after a freshman semester on my own. You know how it is, after not having to answer to anyone, except my Professors and Instructors, being asked to straighten up my room; it sort of annoyed me. But I don't want to make a big deal out of it-- I really loved seeing my friends and family.

The day after I arrived, Mom asked me to take some clothing to the cleaners. I had a few sweaters to take, and between my Dad's blazer and pants, and Mom's blouses, I had a bit of a bundle. The cleaner was only a few blocks away, but Mom told me to take the car. This was the first time I was using the family car since I had gotten my driver's license the past spring. Mom was completely matter-of-fact about it, but it made me feel very grown up.

As I was about to leave, she said, "Oh, and by the way, the Shapiros sold the store to Manny Olivera. You remember Manny; he managed the store for them for all those years. They moved to Arizona. Didn't you go to school with their daughter Isabella?"

Isabella. Issy to her friends. I remembered her very well. "Sure, of course, Mom. She was in the year before me. I think she's a senior now." I actually barely knew her, just a nodding acquaintance. A year's difference in High School can mean a lot. A whole group of different friends, another world. Issy, however, was a strong presence in my memory. She helped out the Shapiros and her father at the store on Saturdays, and of course I would catch looks at her at school. I don't recall ever saying a word to her there, though. And at the store I think we only said hello, and stayed completely involved in the transaction.

What I vividly recall is my being transfixed by the way she looked. I knew that the Oliveras came from Asia somewhere. Only later did I find out her Mom and Dad came from the Philippines. Issy was shorter than average, at best five feet tall. She was very slender. She looked much younger than she was. If she told you she was twelve, you would never think twice about it. She had long black hair parted in the middle, with very Asian dark brown eyes. She had the most delectable full lips, and barely had a figure; hardly any hips or breasts, just a lovely, lovely butt to indicate that she was past puberty.

I must tell you that she played a strong part in my sexual fantasies. There, I was mostly seducing her and teaching her everything erotic. She felt so grateful to me she would let me bring her to orgasm after orgasm. Then she would kiss me all over with those incredible lips, then lick me until I would cum and cum. . .

Driving to the store that Saturday made me actually tremble in anticipation of seeing her. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I had actually worked myself up into quite a state. Of course there was no assurance she would be there at all. It took me all of two minutes to get there and park.

I walked into the store. It was unchanged. There they were, the whole family. Manny looked up and gave me a warm smile and a sweet greeting. "Hello, Molly! So great to see you. Home for the Holidays?"

Mrs. Olivera nodded pleasantly from a table towards the back where she was putting clothing into bags. In front of her, just behind Manny, was Issy, with her back turned. I greeted everybody, hardly trusting my voice.

Issy turned as I said some innocuous greeting. "Hi, Molly." She greeted me with a bright open smile. I melted.

Manny counted the clothing and wrote out the ticket. Issy took it from him and handed it to me. "Well, Molly, how is it going at College?"

I wanted desperately to have a conversation with Issy, but I was so nervous I felt tongue-tied. I made some lame conversation, but Issy rescued me by asking lots of helpful questions. I asked about her senior year at High School. In a short time I felt a lot more relaxed and so did the conversation. Issy said that she was just about to leave, but maybe we could get together sometime. She was dying to know about the State University, because she was applying there. I told her that I would love to get together. I know I appeared calm, but I was actually aroused from just the thought of being alone with her.

We exchanged phone numbers, and Issy asked me straight out if I was free right at that moment. She was finished with work and was going to walk home. Would I like to keep her company? I told her right away that I would love too. I just needed to call my Mom and let her know I was going to the Olivera house. Manny, who had overheard the conversation, handed me the phone.

Out we went. Issy was surprised that I had a car, and very pleased that she didn't have to walk, after being on her feet all morning. We continued to talk. We were much more relaxed with each other without her folks overhearing. I was glad I was driving so I would not be distracted looking at Issy. We got to her house in a short while. It would have been a long walk.

They lived in a small ranch house, and it was neat as a pin. Very different than our house. Of course I knew that some of my friends' families had more money than others. I could tell that her family had less, but more than some of the black or Hispanic kids I knew. We got some soft drinks from the fridge, and went to her room.

She told me her brother was away in the Navy, and that her father had also been in the Navy, as had her Grandfather. It seems it was a Filipino tradition to join the American Navy. Her older sister was married and lived in San Diego where the family had lived when her dad got out of the navy. She told me she still had relatives there and in the Philippines.

We chatted a little, then Issy said she was going to change. I told her I would wait outside. "No, no don't be silly. Stay right there. I want to take a quick shower. It's so hot and sticky in the store. I think I smell from the cleaning chemicals."

I assured her she didn't at all. She bounced out of the room to the adjoining bathroom. I heard the shower running. She yelled out for me to come in while she showered, so we could continue our talk. I was beside myself. I had no idea what to expect. I walked in to find her behind a translucent shower curtain. I sat down on the closed toilet seat. I was staring at the curtain, trying to make out the features of her body. I think I imagined more than I could see. I tried to carry on my side of the conversation, but thankfully Issy did most of the talking. When she turned off the water, I was about to leave, when Issy asked me to hand her a towel that was behind the door. As I reached for the towel, I heard Issy pull the shower curtain back and get out of the tub. My heart was pounding a mile a minute and my mouth was completely dry. I turned to see my fantasy in reality.

I really was stunned. I tried to be casual but I knew I was staring, and I didn't care. Her wet straight black hair hung down over her shoulders and partially over one breast. Her skin was dusky. She had the narrow shoulders of a girl. Her delectable, small breasts stood up and ended with dark puckered aureoles and nipples erect from the shower. She had a small thick patch of black hair above her pussy, with just some curly wisps to the sides of her labia, which was the same, almost purple- dark color of her nipples. In a flash I could see some pink showing within her dark petals. All of this took but a second or two as she twirled and began to dry herself. And her butt! Oh, it was incredible. It was in perfect proportion to her gamine body. The cheeks swelled in a complete, womanly way. .

I heard my shaky voice: "Would you like me to dry your back?"

"Oh Molly, would you? That would be so nice." I dried her back with trembling hands and pretended what was happening was the most commonplace thing. She thanked me, dropped the wet towel, grabbed a smaller one from the shelf and began to dry her hair. All of this was done in a very relaxed, casual fashion. She wrapped the towel around her hair and left the bathroom with me just behind. She beckoned me to sit down on the edge of her bed, and we just continued to chat. It was as if I was two people. One was having this very relaxed casual conversation with someone I barely knew. It was warm and friendly, as though we'd known each other forever. The other me was seething with desire. I was extremely turned on. I knew I was flushed. I could actually feel my heart beat in my vagina. I knew I was wet, and was concerned that I would stain my jeans, and Issy would notice. What a mess of feelings!

Issy turned to me, concerned. "You look very flushed. You feeling alright?"

I assured her it was just the heat in the bathroom. I was wearing a cashmere sweater, which certainly didn't help matters. "Maybe I should go outside for a minute, just to cool off." Before Issy could say a word I left her room, walked down the hall to the front door and let myself out.

The cool December air immediately helped me pull myself together. I mean, just physically. I was still very caught up in the strong sexual pull of being alone with Issy, let alone seeing her naked. I took a couple of deep breaths and returned.

Issy looked up as I entered her room. "Did that help? You feeling better? I am so sorry. I didn't mean to stick you in a hot bathroom with your warm sweater!" All Issy was wearing now was a pair of gym shorts and a thin T-shirt, with obviously no bra.

"Much better, thanks."

She was sitting in a chair turned to me. "Go sit on my bed. Make yourself comfortable." She gestured to her bed. She had some stuffed animals on her bed leaning against the wall. She got up and reached past me. "Here, let me move the evidence of my immaturity." She put the stuffed animals at the head of the bed and handed me some pillows to lean against.

I laughed. "Don't worry Issy, your secret is safe with me. I had a hard time going away to school without my big Snoopy."

We both laughed at that bit of sharing. I felt a lot better.

"Molly? Can I ask you a kind of personal question?"

"Sure."

"If it's too personal I'd understand, believe me. Don't feel you have to go into any of this, but you're the only older girl I know who's gone away to college."

"Shoot."

"Okay. . . well. . . what about guys?" She made a face and scrunched her legs up in the chair. It was hard for me not to stare at the little cleft in her thin shorts. "I guess what I really mean is. . . what about sex? I'm a little, I mean a whole LOT shy about asking, but I've always admired you from a distance, and I kind of think this might be a good time to find out a lot of things. I don't know much about this except what I've read in books. I hope you can understand." All this came out in one big gush, which completely surprised me. At the same time I felt enormously honored that she felt she could ask me something so sensitive to her. And I felt relief that she had given me the opportunity to talk to her about a topic that was so dear to me.

"Well. . .first of all, Issy. . . I really appreciate you being so direct with me. 'Cause you know what? I used to be in exactly the same place!" Now I had to make a real quick decision-- how much should I reveal to her about my life and feelings?

"Issy. . . you can ask me anything at all. I just want you to know that just a little more than a year ago, I barely knew how to masturbate."

Issy's mouth opened and she laughed. I did, too.

"Is it okay if I ask you some personal questions too?" Issy nodded her agreement. "Well. . . what ABOUT masturbating? Do you get yourself off? You know what I mean, like have orgasms?"

Issy blushed and shook her head.

"I hope I'm not being too direct, but believe me Issy, I had to learn, and I learned from a really good friend of mine. Until I did, it wasn't such a great experience."

Issy was staring at me with such an intensity that I felt drawn to let it all out.

"Okay. Maybe this might be a good time to tell you. . . I'm attracted to both men and woman. You know what I mean? I'm bisexual."

Issy was looking at me closely, but I couldn't read her reaction at all. I continued: "This friend and I really helped each other out a lot. I learned a lot about myself and what gave another person great pleasure. I guess you might say we learned together.And at school this semester, I had a relationship with both a guy and a girl. I learned from some of the most wonderfully giving, loving people and I feel tremendously grateful for what they've all taught me. And believe me, Issy -- I'm still learning! So. . . as far as I'm concerned you can ask me anything at all."

"Oh, God, Molly. . . that is so amazing. I . . .hardly know where to begin." She trapped her hands between her smooth thighs. "I've had absolutely no experience whatsoever. I know I look younger than I am, and since I'm the only Filipino in the school and the few Chinese girls sort of hang out together. . . no boy has ever seemed to want to be with me. I do have some girl friends, but I think if they talk about sex, they leave me out." She looked down at her small, elegant feet. "I think since they know I haven't really gone out with a boy, that it might make me feel bad. And. . . my folks aren't particularly strict at all. They're actually pretty liberal. They're even a little concerned that I don't seem to have any boyfriends. But I. . ." and she lifted her flushed face to me and heaved a sigh. "I do think about sexual things. . . a LOT. Sometimes I think. . . almost too much. You're right about. . . doing yourSELF, Molly. Maybe I'm not doing it in the best way. And it's not because I don't try, because I do!" She smiled, bravely I thought. What a wonderful girl! "I actually got my period when I was twelve. I've been trying for a long time. . ." She bit her lower lip and stared at me.

"Issy. . . nobody is born knowing what to do exactly. Maybe that's what friends are for. Maybe. . ." and my heart leapt, "maybe we could get together sometime and I'll show you how I do it, and you can show me. What do you think?"

She was looking very serious. I wondered if I had gone too far. Then she started to nod her head yes, and broke out into a huge smile that lit up the room. I thought to myself how incredibly beautiful she was.

She stood up from her chair and moved over to me. She reached down and held both of my hands. Her skin was very warm. As she moved her head down towards me, I knew we were going to kiss. My heart was pounding. Her lips met mine, then engulfed me. I opened my mouth to receive her, yet she just continued to suck on my lips. I shot my tongue into her mouth and tried to entangle it with hers. She immediately got the idea, and began to return my thrusts. We were in an awkward position. Issy was bent over holding my hands, and I was half up from my sitting on the edge of the bed. I removed my hands from hers, reached behind and pulled her to the bed beside me. We fell into each other's arms. This was all so unreal that I could scarcely believe it was happening. I felt completely split between my incredibly aroused state and the complete surprise of the moment. Yet I certainly returned Issy's thrusting and sucking.

Finally we broke apart to catch our breaths. Issy looked over at me. Her face was shining with perspiration. "Oh, Molly, you have no idea how LONG I've dreamed about doing that with you! I can't believe it happened!"

I was dumbstruck, and at the same time almost beside myself with desire to make love to her. I had a hard time breathing. "Issy. . . I feel exactly the same way about you. . . and I have for the longest time." And I reached for her and we kissed again, even more passionately. I was holding her beautiful ass in both my hands and grinding myself into her. She was thrusting back at me. I placed my leg between hers and rubbed her even more. All the while we were kissing deeply with incredible intensity.

We broke apart again. We were both flushed and sweaty. She lay back amongst her stuffed animals.

"Issy, are we going to be alone for awhile?"

She smiled slightly. "All afternoon. No one will be here 'til they close the store at six." With those words, she reached over and began to gently pull my sweater off. I didn't need to be encouraged. I quickly pulled it off. She took it from my hands and carefully folded it and set it aside on the chair. She turned back and, kissing me gently on my shoulder, reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. The feelings of my breasts loose and revealed to her snapped me back to the amazing event that was taking place. There was no doubt about it: Issy was the one in charge. I could never have imagined this. Never.

She was looking at my breasts. My nipples had become erect from my excitement and the coolness of the air. I reached over and brushed my fingers on her nipples through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She sucked in some air. She reached down and pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor. Again I was stuck by the perfection of her small upright breasts with their dark bluish-brown nipples. Before I could think of what to do next, Issy embraced me. I felt her breasts against mine. She was kissing my neck. I had my hand in the nape of her neck. Her hair had a lovely smell. I gently pressed her head down towards my breasts. She needed no urging. She knew exactly what we both wanted. Without any preliminaries, she reached down and placed my nipple in her mouth and began to suck and mouth it, while she gently pulled the other. I gasped.

"Oh my God, Issy that is so good. . .Jesus." She pushed me back and began to undo my jeans with her other hand. I quickly helped her. She pulled on one side; I pulled on the other. I lifted my butt, and she pulled them down. The air on my pussy made it clear how wet I was. I could actually smell myself.

"Wait, Issy. . . I want you to get undressed too. And, umm. . . I'm flowing so much I'm worried about your bed."

She laughed. "Don't worry, Cleaning is our Business!" We both laughed, and she began drawing her gym shorts down.

"Wait!" She froze comically, her shorts still at hip level. "Issy, you're . . .you're just so beautiful, could you," and I felt myself blush", just. . .give me a little show? Please?" I ended in a tiny voice, and she grinned. I could see she loved the erotic weirdness of it. She rolled her eyes and stood back on the floor. God, she was really beautiful; her lustrous black hair, those adorable breasts, the tiny frame. . .gorgeous.

"Okay," she breathed. "You asked for it!" And she began to slowly gyrate her hips, inching her shorts down for me. She pursed her lips at me, then smiled and blushed, and turned to show me her ass. As her shorts got lower, her beautiful, edible bottom was revealed, the golden globes perfectly smooth and round. And her movements made them dimple delightfully.

"Alright, enough! Come here!!"

And she whisked the shorts off and leapt naked onto the bed. I opened my arms and we embraced, falling back. Oh, the feel of her warm nakedness against my skin was amazing!

"Mmmm." She nuzzled my neck. "This feels so good. . . I LOVE feeling your nipples on my skin!" And she rubbed her body deliciously into me.

My hands smoothed all along her back, her bottom, her legs, her neck. . .

Her head popped up and she looked down at me. Such beautiful, large dark eyes. She smiled mischievously. "You know, when we were at school. . .I thought you were soo cool." She looked down at my hard nipples. "And I used to look at your nipples poking through your shirt!"

I smiled, and blushed. "You did?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh. I thought it was soo sexy." She leaned down quickly and kissed me quickly on the lips, then came back up and seemed to study my face for a moment.

"What?"

"You. . .noticed me?"

I grinned. "Only like every DAY. Or every time I saw you."

She glowed. "Really?"

Now I nodded. "Remember a couple times when I opened the door for you to go up the stairs?" Issy nodded. "Well. . .I was actually letting you go first so I could look at your butt behind you!"

She gasped and clasped her hands. "REALLY??" The heat of her pussy against my belly was marvelous. "Well. . ." she grinned slyly, took hold of my hands and placed them on each cheek of her beautiful behind, "it's all yours now." And she blushed at her own temerity and fell back into me.

And I did actually, really have Issy's lovely bare butt in my hands. Lord, what a wonderful dream. I squeezed, and felt her contract against me. "Hey."

She lifted up slightly from my neck.

"Kiss me again." And she gazed at me seriously, then slowly touched her lips to mine. My tongue came out and wet our lips, and hers opened slightly, softly. I tasted her sweet, spicelike breath, so feminine, and kissed, and gently sucked her lower lip. Her small tongue slipped in, and I met it with mine, and our mouths opened together to envelope each other.

And as we kissed, I kneaded her wriggling bottom. One hand's fingers travelled down her humid crack, and I felt her legs part. I slid over the tiny bump of her anus, which made her jerk and sigh into my mouth, and still further to the soft, warm putty of her slick pussy. I sank a finger slightly in, and her bottom squeezed around me.

"Mmmaahh. . ." she came away, inches from my face. A thin rope of our saliva hung between us. She was flushed. "Ohh, Molly, I'm. . .I'm so excited!" she whispered.

"Me too," I breathed.

She touched her nose to mine. My fingers moved in her slit. "Ohhh," she moaned. "I want to do Everything with you!" And she pushed herself into my hand, and lunged hungrily at my mouth. "Hmmmmnnnnnn!"

She was really fucking my fingers now, her hips gyrating powerfully, as I rubbed against her wet little clit nub. The other hand had now joined in, my arms behind her as we kissed passionately.

"Mmmohh! Ohh, Molly! MMmmmmmnn. . ." and she broke away, her mouth open, eyes wild. Her legs had spread way out, and they scissored in and out as my hands sluiced around her pulsing pussy. She looked at me, aghast with joy, and her eyes rolled up into her head. I felt her bottom squeeze, and lock around my hands as her whole body froze and shuddered.

As I felt her begin to loosen, I gentled, and cupped her. Her eyes re-focussed, and she looked down at me. Her eyes glistened. Her lip quivered.

"Sshh. . .come here, honey," and she lay into me again, snuggling into my neck. I stroked her hair, and kissed her shoulder, and kissed, and kissed, and kissed.

She whispered into my ear. "Thank you, (kiss) thank you (kiss), thank you (kiss). . ." all along my neck. It sent little tingles all down my spine.

"Mmmmm. . ." I smelled her delicious hair. "It was my pleasure. Really." Really.

Her head came up, a thick lock of black hair covering one side of her face. I smoothed it back, tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes were huge, beautiful. "I want to see you," she murmured. She wiggled her hips into me. "I want to taste you."

"Please," I smiled, "knock yourself out."

She grinned. "You already DID that."

I stroked her flushed cheek. "Ohh, man. . .I'm so glad."

She leaned into my hand, and actually purred. Then, into action. Pushing herself up, she moved down between my legs. "Open up, girl." She ran her hands through her hair, and I marvelled again at her beauty, her pert little breasts with those incredibly sensuous, large purple-dark nipples. I spread my thighs for her, knees up.

"Ohhh, Molly. . .you are so beautiful!" Laying on her tummy, she put a hand on each thigh. "It's like a pretty pink flower, juuust starting to open."

"I wanted to get you a dozen. . ."

She looked up at me and smiled. "This one's Perfect." She gently touched my outer lip. So soft. I ached. "And I think it's very happy. . ."

"Weeping for joy. . ."

Her eyes locked on mine. "Should I kiss away the tears?" I could only nod, and swallow. Her face leaned into my pussy and she kissed softly. Her eyes closed. "Mmmm. . .angel food," she murmured. And she kissed again, her thick lips pressing more firmly into my swollen flesh.

"Ohhh, God. . ." Her lips felt so warm and electric on my pussy, and the sight of her, of Issy herself actually between my legs licking me, was amazingly erotic. I'd never felt so close to cumming, so quickly. My hips quivered as her tongue emerged to lick a slow path from hole to nub; from my oozing opening to my revealed clit.

"Mmmm, ohhh, Issy. . .that's the. . .that's the place."

Only her dark eyes showed above the veil of my light pubes. Still tonguing, she murmured, "I thound your clith."

"Oooh yeah, you sure did. . .OHhhh. . !"

She kissed a smooch on it, then raised her head. Her tiny feet were up and crossed behind her. "Tell me what you want."

"You're doing fine, what you're doing is. . .what I want." I raised my hips up to her. "It's not gonna be long." She smiled impishly, and went back to work. "You can. . .suck my lips too, if you want."

"Mmmm, I want. . ." and I felt it, felt my labia being drawn into her lovely mouth, pulled, and nibbled. "Ohhh, honey. . ." I lay my hand on her head. "Ohhh fuck!"

"Mmmm-hmmm!" She was now burrowing into my wetness like a terrier, head wagging, and my hips began grinding into her. I felt her finger slide up my slit, then enter me, as her mouth moved up to fasten on my clit. Her tongue lashed at the little shiverpea, and I felt the wonderful wave of my orgasm beginning to crest.

"Ohh my God Issy, GOD. . .I'm gonna cum! Honey, I'm. . .ohHHHHHhhGOD!!!"

And she held on tight, lashing away, her finger now sawing into me, as I came like a fucking hurricane, just. . .shaking like mad, and yelling, and crying, and JESUS! Just. . .Abandon. I had Never come like that. Ever.

Somewhere in the 21st century, I saw myself coming down. . .I had to pull myself away from my Joy-torturer. My clit was shooting sparks so wildly, I just couldn't take it anymore, and weakly tried calling out, "Oh-kay, OK, I'm. . .oooOOOoh! Issy, baby. . ." and I could see her eyes twinkle madly out at me. She had me in her power!

Finally, she had pity on me, and with a little kiss, a final kisSSSS (wOAh!), and a going-away pat --- she raised her head and batted her eyes demurely. "Was that okay?"

I laughed, feebly, so much that tears started. I opened my exhausted arms. "Come here, you Monster!"

She scrambled up my body to take her wonderfully now familiar place in my arms, in my neck. "I am," she whispered.

"What?" My hand traced lazy circled on her smooth back.

"A monster." She kissed my neck. "Your monster." Kiss. "'Cause I love to EAT you UP!"

I grabbed her face with both hands and looked into her eyes. Then I kissed her, hard, deeply. She kissed back, and we kissed for years. I lost my life, then it came back.

When we found ourselves looking at each other again, I said, "I think I love you."

She smiled calmly. "You think?"

I touched her nose to mine and breathed her in. "I've never said that. To anyone. And it kinda scares me."

She just looked at me calmly, her smile melting me. She kissed me once, softly.

I swallowed. "No. I do love you. I love you, Issy."

Simply: "I love you too, Molly."

And we lay back into our own fond place.