Unaccompanied Minor, Book One, Chapter 6

  • Posted on July 4, 2019 at 2:48 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Keesha Johnson loved the water. Growing up in Edmonton she spent as much time as she could at the local pool, and in the summer, her family would spend a couple of weeks and most weekends at their cottage on Gull Lake. She could usually be found in or on the water, swimming, kayaking, canoeing, or on the jet ski. So, when the lifeguard job came up at the university in her first year, she jumped at it. She may not be swimming and diving, but she was by the pool. She also volunteered a couple of evenings a week instructing swimming classes as well as a counselor at the three, two-week youth summer camps at Gull Lake.

But the 22-year-old had another reason for taking this job. She liked girls. Well, more specifically, young girls. Girls just on the verge of blossoming. Their ages could vary by a few years, maybe between 10 to 12, depending on when their bodies had decided it was time for them to develop into womanhood. Seeing the girls at the pool in their usually tight-fitting swimsuits, climbing out of the pool to walk to the diving board only to jump back into the water could make her squirm in the lifeguard chair.

She admired the tiny bumps hidden under their suits, the ones that promised one day to be supple breasts. Loved to watch their cute butts wiggle as the girls pulled at the material that moved up exposing lots of cheek. And every once in a while a girl would wear a suit that was a bit small, prominently displaying her sex with a camel toe. The crotch of her own swimsuit would become as wet as those of the girls in the pool even though she had never left her chair, and she would end her shift by rubbing one out in the staff shower room.

If anyone had ever learned about her fantasies, she would be labeled as a pedophile. She had first heard that word when she was nine, a year after she became sexually active. Her mother had called her 16-year-old babysitter a pedophile the day she caught Keesha licking the teen’s pussy clean after giving her an orgasm.

Keesha knew that the things her babysitter had taught her, and they had done together over the preceding year were their secret, and Keesha could never tell anyone. But she never understood why her parents had become so upset when they did find out. Dixie, the babysitter, had never done anything Keesha didn’t want to do. She never forced her or hurt her in any way. The sex they had was always fun and felt so good whenever they orgasmed.

She never saw Dixie again, and that had made her sad. Her love of sex never stopped though, and she continued her pursuit of it. Lots of masturbation at first but she missed doing things with other girls. She seduced her best friend first, then two other girls at school. The four of them had many sexual adventures together during the next few years.

When she was 13, she had been a babysitter for about a year. She got a new client then who had a 10-year-old daughter named Amy. Keesha became smitten with her instantly, and within a month she had popped Amy’s lesbian cherry. She babysat Amy only on Friday nights, and for next year they fucked like rabbits. Amy’s mom changed jobs then, and they moved away. It was that year with Amy that hooked Keesha on girls that age.

As she grew older, she found that girls that age were eager to learn and explore their bodies, and if someone kind, gentle, and understanding was willing to teach them, they were happy to accept it. On the downside, the older she became, the more risk was involved, so from the time she turned fifteen, she tried to avoid situations where she might be tempted with a tween. If a girl were more than a year younger than her, she was off limits, that became her rule. She broke that rule several times before she turned twenty.

So now here she was, basically torturing herself, with all these pretty young girls around. She had to be satisfied with an accidental brush against a small boob or a backside during a swimming lesson with her beginners’ class. And even though there was no reason to, she would occasionally walk through the girls’ change room or communal showers to sneak a peek at naked young flesh. She had to be careful with that one though as there could be an adult present, and if a supervisor saw her, there could be difficult questions to answer.

“You’re sprung,” a voice said from below her.

She jumped and tore her eyes away from the very sexy girl in the white bikini sitting on the edge of the pool and chatting with her friend still in the water. Keesha looked down at the man who had spoken and smiled at him. Jeez, her shift was over already?

“Hey, Keith,” she greeted and climbed down from the chair.

“Quiet shift? No shark attacks or anything?”

She chuckled. “Nope. No sharks, but I think I saw a mermaid, or it could have been Aquaman. Not sure.”

“Right. I’ll keep an eye out,” he laughed.

“Talk to ya later, Keith.” She gave him an airy wave as she headed for the office. She was a few feet from the office door when two girls appeared from the changing area. She paused for a moment to look, recognizing them at once from a few days before. They were the girls who had been having some naughty fun with the water jets.

“Hey there,” she said when they approached.

The shorter of the two girls, the one with the light brown hair, smiled widely. “Hi,” she said excitedly.

This made Keesha grin. “It’s Trish, right?”

“Yeah,” Trish replied as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

Keesha let her eyes quickly roam over the girl’s body. She hadn’t had a chance to get a good look at Trish the last time they met, but she was glad she did now. The girl wore the cutest swimsuit, and it fit her well. “I didn’t get your name though,” she said turning to the other girl.

“Hi again. I’m Monica.”

“There were three of you last time, no?” Keesha asked.

“Yeah, that was our friend, Gabby. She couldn’t make it this time.” Trish explained.

“I see. Well, enjoy your swim.”

“Thanks,” Monica replied.

Keesha gave Monica’s butt a quick peek as the girl turned and headed toward the pool. Trish hesitated though, smiling sweetly, and Keesha’s gaydar began pinging like crazy. Then Trish gave her a little wave and moved quickly to catch up with Monica. A delightful tingle shot from her core as she watched the girl’s cute ass.

“Oh, what I would like to do with you, little girl,” she mumbled quietly. Keesha went into the small staff office, closing the door behind her. Grabbing a file folder from the cabinet, she plopped down behind the desk to work on her lesson plan for her next week of swim classes.

She didn’t get much done, with the thoughts of Trish and the throbbing between her legs being too much of a distraction. So, she closed the folder and headed for the staff shower, remembering then that it was closed today for plumbing upgrades and if she wanted a shower, she would have to use the public ones.

She paused for a moment, debating on what she should do; use the public shower or wait until she was home. She didn’t really want to wait though. The toilet stall was a choice, it had been her go-to place in high school until the teacher she had been fantasizing about at that moment caught her. That traumatic experience kinda ruined it for her. Mind made up she headed into the public showers.

Keesha peeled off her one-piece swimsuit and stepped under the warm spray. There was a sort of privacy wall made of opaque glass that shielded the entrance to the shower from the changing room. Anyone entering the shower would have to pass by the wall, and their resulting silhouette would be seen by anyone standing under the showerhead where Keesha now stood. The door that led from the shower to the pool made a loud squeak when opened, so she knew she was relatively safe from being caught.

The girls she had seen and lusted for danced in her mind as she played with her sensitive clit. She groaned feeling the pressure in her belly. Release would come quickly today. She rubbed harder and faster picturing cute little Trish. She would be standing naked in this shower room in a while. Wouldn’t that be nice to watch, the streams of water running over her smooth skin and down to her sweet pussy?

Keesha groaned again as her orgasm tore through her. Her body shuddered, and she had to lean back against the wall for support. Lost in her bliss, she had forgotten where she was and had closed her eyes during her orgasm. They snapped open, and the momentary relief that no one was there was replaced by a worrying thought. What if someone had seen and left at once?

She groaned, chastising herself for being so stupid. Moving under the spray once again she faced the wall and let the water hit her face. The door from the pool squeaked as she shut off the water. Turning she saw Trish standing there, staring in shocked silence.

Keesha felt a tingle again. “Never seen a black girl before?” she asked teasingly. Damn, she wished they were truly alone right now.

“Huh? Oh!” Trish’s face pinkened. “Um, yeah. I live in Toronto. There are lots of different races there.”

“I see. I thought maybe you hadn’t, the way your eyes were locked on me.” Keesha stepped closer, then leaned past her to take the towel from the hook on the opposite wall.

“Sorry,” she stammered. “Seeing you naked kinda… you know… took me by surprise.” She giggled nervously.

“Do you like what you see?” Keesha knew she was treading dangerously, but she wanted to see how far she could go.

Trish nodded. “Yeah.” She averted her eyes as she spoke softly.

Damn, now she was horny again. It was clear that Trish was looking at her tits and pussy, so Keesha stepped a bit closer, her towel in her hand. She was close enough to the tween that Trish could touch her if she wanted to. It looked like she was about to reach up when the sounds of a locker being closed in the change room snapped them back.

Stepping back, Keesha wrapped the towel around herself. “Maybe we could get together sometime and discuss the things you like seeing.” Her heart was racing now, and nervous excitement made her shiver.

It took a moment before Trish’s eyes went wide with the understanding of the invitation. “I… um… I’m heading back home to Toronto tomorrow.” Was that a hint of sadness in her voice? “But I will be back in the summer for a month.” She added quickly and the grin on her face wasn’t lost on Keesha.

“Oh, I see. Well, maybe in the summer then.” She was a bit disappointed the cute kid was leaving, but she was coming back, and she did sound interested in getting together. Keesha was excited at the possibilities of what a rendezvous may entail.

Trish nodded. “Sure. But I gotta go to the bathroom now. See ya.” And with that, she dashed off toward the stalls.

Keesha contemplated turning on the shower and giving herself another orgasm but decided, probably wisely, against it. Instead, she sighed at the happy thought of a possible encounter with Trish in the summer. Picking up her swimsuit she headed to the staff changing room for her clothes.

***

“So, tell me again what happened in the shower?” Monica asked as she closed her bedroom door.

Trish pulled her suitcase from the closet and plopped it onto the bed. “She was standing there. Naked! I couldn’t take my eyes off her,” Trish said. She pulled off her shirt and pants, folded them and put them in the suitcase. She had already set aside a pair of PJs but guessed she wouldn’t need them right away. Tomorrow morning, she would be flying back to Toronto and wouldn’t see Monica again until the summer. Tonight would be there last chance to have sex until then.

“And she asked you to get together?” Monica asked as she stripped off her clothes, letting them stay where they fell.

“Un-huh.” Trish gathered up the rest of her things and packed them. She left out clothes for tomorrow and toiletries for her morning routine. She looked over at Monica as she zipped up the bag and set it on the floor.

“Would you have? If you weren’t leaving tomorrow that is?”

Trish looked at her step-sister. Her naked step-sister and smiled. Monica was grinning like a fool, so if the thought of Trish and Keesha hooking up bothered her, she didn’t show it. She shrugged and peeled off her panties making her as naked as Monica. Stepping close she snaked her arms around Monica’s waist. “Maybe,” she said. “Would that bother you?”

Monica slowly shook her head. “No. Well, maybe a little.” She wrapped her arms around Trish. “I kinda like having you to myself.” Monica leaned in and kissed Trish softly on the lips.

With their lips still moving together, Trish backed them toward the bed until they fell upon it. “This is our last night together for like… four months!” Trish said, shocked at the number as she counted the months until July on her fingers.

“I know, right!” Monica chuckled. “I think we should do something different. Something special then.”

Trish looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Like what?”

“How about a toy?”

Okay. Now Trish was confused. More so than she had been their first night together. “A toy? What kind of toy?”

“Well,” Monica said sitting up. “I could say a vibrator and a dildo. But since there is no way I could get real ones…” She paused and gave Trish a huge grin. “I had to improvise.”

Trish shook her head, still confused. “Hang on. I’ll get them.” Monica got on the floor and pulled a shoebox out from under her bed. “Do you know what a vibrator and dildo are?”

Trish shook her head. “No. Not really.” As per most things sexual she had heard things said at school but had no idea what they were talking about. She listened intently and slightly horrified as Monica explained about rubber penises and vibrating cigar-shaped things.

When Monica opened the box, she felt relief, and more confusion, for what she saw was an electric toothbrush and a piece of bright orange plastic.

“What’s this?” She pointed questioningly at the items.

“Like I said, I had to improvise.” She picked up the orange thing. It was about six inches long and about a half-inch thick. Flattened like a nail head on one end and rounded on the other. The entire surface was smooth. “This used to be part of a ring stacking toy. It had a base that it pushed through and there were a bunch of different sized and colored rings that you could stack on it.”

“Okay. So, what do you do with it now?” Trish asked still not sure of its new use.

“Fuck yourself,” Monica said, a matter of factly.

Her eyes went wide. “What! Stick it in your vagina?”

Monica laughed. “Yup. Or in your ass, if you feel adventurous.”

Trish just blinked. Her journey into the wonderful world of sex had just taken a left at Albuquerque. “Oh my God,” she said softly then looked at Monica. “And the toothbrush? I know what it does when you turn it on. Do you stick that in your vagina too?”

“Yeah, you can. But it’s better if you just rub your clit with it.” Monica paused for a moment. “So, ya wanna try?”

She only hesitated for a moment then nodded. “Okay.”

Monica grinned. “Cool. Let’s start with the vibrator.”

“It’s a toothbrush.” Trish snorted.

“Right now, it’s a vibrator. Lay back.” Monica pushed Trish’s legs apart and positioned herself between them.

Trish lay back and closed her eyes when she heard the familiar hum start. Monica’s tongue was the first thing she felt. “Man, you’re already wet.”

Trish giggled. It was true. The talk about Keesha and the idea of dildos and vibrators had excited her. Then the smooth plastic head of the buzzing toy touched her clit. She twitched in response as a bolt of electricity shot from her center to every corner of her body.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, surprising herself by using the f-word.

“I’m getting to that.” Monica teased.

She rested on her elbows, watching Monica play the toy around her clit and through her slick folds. Trish knew her orgasm wasn’t far off, surprised by how quickly the pressure grew. She twitched every time Monica touched her in a particular spot, and it caused her to whimper.

Monica withdrew the vibrator, not shutting it off though. She licked at the sensitive bud, letting Trish relax for just a moment or two. Trish’s eyes grew wide when Monica picked up the faux dildo and slid it into her own mouth, slowly sucking on it. She gave Trish a devilish grin as she touched it to her entrance, circling slowly. “Are you ready?”

Trish watched the toy intently, both fear and excitement chased through her. She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Monica gently pushed the dildo against her entrance. She was wet, aroused and more than willing. Yet, it felt like it might be too big for her. Another gentle push and it was in. Trish gasped as the intruder sunk deep inside.

“You okay?” Monica held the toy still.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I feel…I don’t know. Like I’m full.” The sensations she now felt were not at all unpleasant, and as she relaxed her vaginal muscles, and thought about the naughty thing she was doing, she became more and more turned on.

“I’m going to move it now,” Monica warned, then pulled it back without removing it. She paused for just a second before pushing it back in. Trish groaned and rolled her hips to meet the gentle thrust. Monica repeated the motions, increasing the tempo at the same time.

Trish grunted. Her body was on fire. This is even better than a finger, she thought. That was until Monica brought the buzzing toothbrush back into the mix. Trish sucked in a breath as the two unique sensations played off each other. Her mind and body reeled at the newness of it all, and as Monica fucked her, the pressure in her belly grew until a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She stiffened and arched her back, thrusting her hips upward and taking the entire length of the makeshift dildo. Trish had to clamp a hand over her mouth as she cried out at the wonderful release.

Monica switched off the toothbrush and set it aside. Slowly, she pulled the toy back, and Trish gasped when it popped out. She squeezed her legs together feeling strangely exposed. Monica was beside her now, and she rolled to face her.

“So, what did you think?” Monica asked after a sweet little kiss.

She blinked, still trying to catch her breath. “It was freaking awesome.” She snuggled into Monica and took a calming breath. “Is that what it is like to have sex with a boy?”

Monica pulled back a bit and looked at her questioningly. “Um, maybe? I don’t know. I’ve never had sex with a boy.”

“I was just curious,” Trish said.

“You could ask Gabby,” Monica offered.

It was now Trish’s turn to raise an eyebrow to Monica. “Gabby has had sex with a boy?”

Monica nodded. “Yeah. And his sister. At the same time. But like I said you’ll have to ask her about it.”

“Oh. Okay.”

They lay in silence for a couple of minutes. Trish mulled over what Monica had just said and thought of the pictures they had found in the garage earlier in the week. She had looked at the ones with the boy and girls with a bit of curiosity, wondering what it would be like, but it had been the pictures with just the girls that had interested her the most. Maybe someday she would try something with a boy. Just to see what it would be like. Maybe. She thought about the sex she had had with Monica, then Gabby. The encounter with Gwen in the bathroom and with Keesha in the showers at the pool. Yeah, she was definitely into girls.

“You still awake?” Monica asked softly.

“Yeah. Just need a moment to recharge.” Trish took Monica’s nipple into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. “Can I use the dildo on you?” She asked after a moment.

“Un-huh. What do you want to do to me?” She asked huskily.

“Put it in your –”

“No. I want to hear you say it. What do you want to do to me, Trish?”

Trish swallowed. “I…I want to…um,” she paused. “Fuck you with it,” she said quietly, the heat rising in her face.

“There, that wasn’t so bad. Now fuck me, Trish. Fuck me with that naughty toy,” she said hungrily.

And that’s what she did. She licked and sucked Monica’s waiting pussy, not surprised to find she was already wet with arousal. Trish didn’t stop until Monica came in her mouth. Then she used the toy and carefully pushed it in and fucked her. The coaxing for more, harder, and faster thrusts from her stepsister fueled Trish’s lust, and she was soon fingering herself as she fucked Monica none too gently.

Caught up in their frenzy of carnal pleasure they didn’t see or hear the bedroom door open, just enough for Gwen to witness both girls orgasm together. When Trish collapsed on top of Monica a moment later, powerful aftershock rippling through her body, the door silently closed.

***

The departures level at Edmonton International was alive with the chaotic sounds of travelers. People were milling around the shops and eateries while others rushed past, hurrying toward their gate. Trish and her dad sat on the blue padded seats close to gate 72, waiting for the announcement to board the plane.

Several emotions were flowing through her now. Happy she was heading back to her life in Toronto with her Mom and her friends. Sad that she had to say so long to her Dad, Gwen, and Monica. So much had happened to her over the last few days, things that were new and exciting. And she was sad that they were coming to an end. She was going to miss Monica. Or was it the sex she was going to miss? Definitely the sex, but there was something else. She was really going to miss Monica. God how that thought made her chest ache. When she had left for home in the past, she hadn’t felt like this. Sure, there were always a few moments of sadness when they said their goodbyes. But that always passed quickly. This time, it felt… different. It hurt, and she didn’t know what to make of it.

Trish thought back to their goodbye. Only a short time ago just before she had to go through the security gate with her dad. Monica had stood there in front of her. Her eyes downcast.

“I guess this is it,” she had said in a soft voice. She sniffed once before meeting Trish’s eyes.

Trish saw the tears welling and she too sniffed. “I’m going to miss you,” she croaked.

“Me too,” Monica said then pulled Trish into a hug.

They held each other for a moment then Monica pulled back far enough to look Trish in the eyes without letting go. She took a quick peek at the adults, who were busy fussing with whatever and not looking at them, then she pressed her lips to Trish’s. The kiss was gentle and soft and warm and all sorts of wonderful.

She pulled back far too soon, and Trish saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. Trish sobbed and soon her own tears were flowing. They embraced once again and cried.

“Good lord. What brought all this on?” Gwen asked. “You’d think you’re never going to see each other again.”

The girls pulled apart, sniffing and giggling. Their eyes puffy from crying and faces pink from embarrassment.
Gwen pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped away Trish’s tears. “There you go. Now, don’t you worry. It will be summer before you know it and you two will be back together getting into all sorts of trouble, I’m sure.” She gave Trish a warm smile and kissed her forehead.

“Are you ready, Pumpkin?” Jason asked and Trish nodded. She had picked up her carry-on bag then, gave Gwen a hug and paused long enough to give Monica a smile and a little wave before following her dad through security.

Trish sighed as she fiddled with a plastic sleeve that hung from a lanyard around her neck, a big UM printed on the front. The sleeve held her ticket and boarding pass, along with the documents need for her to fly unaccompanied back to Toronto. Her mood brightened when she saw that the flight attendant who would be looking out for her during her trip was Carol, the same woman from her flight from Toronto a week ago. Trish watched Carol as she stood behind the small boarding desk near the entrance to the jetway. She is beautiful Trish thought. Tall and thin, blonde hair pulled up in a bun. Her airline uniform fit nicely, accenting her curves. The skirt she wore hugged her ass just enough that Trish found herself wondering what Carol would look like without it.

She gave herself a mental shake when a little twinge of excitement crawled up her spine. During her flight here, she saw Carol as just a nice lady who had been very kind to her. Now, after her sexual awakening, Trish realized just how beautiful Carol was and she was now hoping for some turbulence on the way home, to having Carol hold her again. She had to stop thinking like this or she would be wearing wet panties all the way back.

Soon enough Carol came over to let them know it was just about time to board and she would like to get Trish settled before then.

“You’re lucky, Trish,” Carol said with a smile. “Seems you’ll have the entire row to yourself.”

“Wow,” Jason said. “Lucky you.” He pulled Trish into a hug and kissed her forehead. “Love you, pumpkin. Have a great trip home and call me when you get there, okay?”

“Okay, daddy. Love you too.” She returned the hug then grabbed her carry-on bag and followed Carol toward the jetway, pausing for a moment to give her dad a wave good-bye.

Trish had been assigned seat 20D, last row by the aisle. “The row is all yours, so you can sit by the window if you want,” Carol said after her bag was stowed.

She was standing so close to Trish that she could smell the woman’s perfume. It was a pleasant aroma, and she looked up and paused at the spot where her small breasts were hidden by her uniform vest and then up to her eyes. Carol was smiling sweetly at her, and the heat touched her cheeks wondering if the pretty flight attendant knew she was checking her out. “That’s awesome,” she replied. “Can you sit with me during take-off?”

“Normally, that’s not allowed. But I think I can if you promise not to tell my boss,” She teased.

Trish laughed. “Deal.”

As Carol was busy with the boarding of the rest of the passengers, Trish chose to sit by the window and busied herself by looking out onto the tarmac. She watched as the baggage handlers tossed suitcases onto the conveyer belt. Her mind wandered again, and she soon found herself thinking of the week’s events. So much had happened to her and she had changed too. From being totally ignorant in the ways of sex to a novice lesbian, if that was actually a thing, who was now excited to experience sexual pleasure from girls like Monica and Gabby to women like Gwen, Keesha and maybe even Carol. Though she wasn’t sure how that would work. You can’t have sex on a plane. Can you?

“Okay, Trish. Time to do up your…” Carol paused. “Um…seatbelt.”

Trish glanced up at Carol, her face turning a lovely shade of pink as she looked down at Trish’s lap. Trish glanced down, and her face reddened as well, realizing that Carol had caught her touching herself. Had caught her rubbing small circles, pushing down on her clit through the sweats she wore.

Trish looked back up, at Carol and swallowed. Carol’s blush was gone, and she wore a knowing smirk. Was she turned on by Trish’s bit of absent-minded fun?

“Is your seatbelt done up, sweetie?” Carol asked sitting on the seat beside her.

Trish nodded, swallowing again to clear the lump in her throat. “Yes.”

“Good.” Carol leaned in, gave Trish’s knee a gentle squeeze, and whispered in her ear. “I’ll bring you a blanket, so you have some privacy, while you, um… play.”

Carol left the row, and Trish felt the burn in her cheeks return. But her body shuddered at the same time as a pleasant tingle of excitement ran up her spine. This was going to be an interesting flight.

The End of Book One

Be sure to come back and join Trish, Monica, and the rest of the gang for some more naughty fun during their steamy Summer Vacation in:

Unaccompanied Minor – Book Two

 

34 Comments on Unaccompanied Minor, Book One, Chapter 6

  1. Swan says:

    Good story, I like the tension Keesha is feeling between her desires and the need to avoid silly risks. Looking forward to many more delightful chapters. Thrish’s rate of learning and gaining experience seems natural and believable, not rushed as one often sees in this sort of story.
    Small mistake. Third paragraph from the top, look for “And every once in a girl would…” You need to insert ‘while’ in front of girl.

    • Amanda Lynn says:

      I’m happy you’re enjoying the story and thanks for the catch. Typo has been fixed. 🙂

  2. Erocritique says:

    Now I know how Trish must feel……. Late summer for Book Two?????
    It feels like I’ll be anticipating summer vacation as much as she is. You have laid out so many possible scenarios I find myself debating which I would prefer you address first. I do appreciate you reaffirming near the end that Trish and Monica’s relationship is about more than sex. I look forward to seeing how that progresses as well. My only critique ( if it actually qualifies as one), is that Book One was waaaayyyy too short. Can’t wait for Book Two (seriously I can’t wait). Great work.

    • Amanda Lynn says:

      Well, Spring break is one week and Summer vacation is usually eight weeks. So, yeah Book Two will probably be somewhat longer. But, I make no promises. 😛

      Anyway, thanks for the kudos.

  3. Captain Midnight says:

    What an interesting chapter which holds so many options open!

    I am glad to see that Trish and Monica are developing a true sisterly bond. After all, neither had had any siblings up to now! I am wondering if there is a way that they will live together permanently? The chances of that seem quite remote unless I’m missing something, since both live with their mothers.

    I still have not gotten my head wrapped around Gwen’s, Monica’s and Gabby’s sexual relationship as detailed at the end of Chapter 5. That came completely out of left field and seems to be completely unmotivated.

    Keesha seems very unsettling and very much like a predator to me. I wonder if the girls will meet her at camp in Gull Lake? I presume that is why her camp work is mentioned.

    I am wondering about Carol the flight attendant. It seemed implausible that she would accompany Trish on two flights a week apart. Now I am wondering if she is meant to be a major character as well? How would the story work her in, unless she is actually based in Edmonton? We don’t know that, nor anything else about her.

    Finally, it seems like at least four big lesbian stories I have read have a male character named Jason as the husband of one of the women. That’s not my name and I’m glad. Seems like each time Jason has his wife or girlfriend having a FF affair without his knowledge (or in one case he sets it up and gets horribly burned). What us the deal? Is Jason just a good guy’s name?

    • No One says:

      Why is the relationship between Monica and Gwen out of left field? Monica slips a hand inside her mom’s robe to cup her breast at the beginning of chapter 4 (not to mention that whole conversation), that didn’t give it away? 😉 Besides, Monica knew way too much for her age, someone had to have taught her.

    • collie says:

      I think you may be taking the story too seriously. Fantasy requires some suspension of disbelief. If you look at an erotic fantasy story through the lens of cold reality, you’ll get a very distorted picture. Wild coincidences and behavior that would not be accepted in real life are just part of the fun!

      • Captain Midnight says:

        I bet you are right. I get very emotional over far less moving stories than this one, and hunt for gaps in logic and credibility like an editor. I just had no idea that Gwen had a long-term relationship with the girls. She was hot for them, sure, but I didn’t think they had taken it into high gear.

        I am also idly speculating about will happen in the next two books. I’ve enjoyed this one so much!

        I really like the careful attention to detail which this story and Amanda Lynn’s other stories go to. Getting to know and like the characters in realistic settings makes their sex scenes tremendously hotter.

        • DragonRider says:

          I don’t know. I feel like Trish isn’t the jealous type, but when the truth eventually comes out about Gwen and Monica’s relationship, I’d like to think that Monica and Trish can somehow find a way to stay together because they’re the couple I’m most routing for.

          She told Trish about her relationship with Gabby and that while they had fun having sex, it wasn’t anything serious and they weren’t serious. I think it might be the same way, for Monica at least, about her mom. She loves her mom as a daughter should, but she doesn’t love her beyond that, even when they became intimate with each other, but when she started teaching Trish, she must’ve thought she couldn’t tell Trish the truth about what her and her mom had done because she knew Trish was a bit upset that Monica wouldn’t tell her about what she did with Gabby, even though we saw Monica profusely say she wasn’t in love with Gabby. I’m also starting to think Gwen likes Monica, more than a mother should, but also secretly wants her daughter to be happy with whoever she chooses.

          There is definitely a dilemma for them. I want to see by the end of this if they all get together, or like in “Pages of A Diary” when the main character wants only sex with other girls or women when her girlfriend is there with her.

          Either way, there will be some interesting learning going on for Trish. Maybe Monica, Gwen, Gabby, and Keesha can all learn a thing or two from Trish.

  4. No One says:

    I foresee an interesting summer for Trish in the future!

    Fun chapter. I enjoyed the section with Keesha, though I was hoping for a little more… but I guess the public showers wouldn’t be a good place for that sort of thing. Fun night with Monica as well. Trish sure is learning new things at a breakneck pace.

    Good work on this story, and I’m very much looking forward to Book Two, which already sounds like it might get even hotter. I wonder if Trish will now try to seduce a friend or two in the meantime…

  5. Euphorsyne, Thalia & Aglia says:

    Really great ending chapter to Book One, Amanda!
    Lovely bit about Keesha being naked and sweet Trish stumbling upon her in the shower!
    And then the impromptu “toy” Monica made was hilarious, but in the end, very effective!
    But the sad part was when Trish & Monica had to part:

    “…They held each other for a moment, then Monica pulled back far enough to look Trish in the eyes without letting go. She took a quick peek at the adults, who were busy fussing with whatever and not looking at them, then she pressed her lips to Trish’s. The kiss was gentle and soft and warm and all sorts of wonderful.

    She pulled back far to soon, and Trish saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. Trish
    sobbed and soon her own tears were flowing. They embraced once again and cried….”

    Oh! so beautiful! and so damn good!, one can feel the emotional attachment that two young girls, now not only step sisters but secret lovers, must experience upon what seems to them a very long time apart….a really well written intimate passage.

    Thanks, Amanda, and have a lovely holiday ’til you return us ( and Trish) for Book Two!

    E,T&A

  6. collie says:

    Happy to see the return of Keesha! Her backstory is hot and learning more about her adds to the anticipation of what the summer will bring. Thanks for writing and I look forward to book 2.

  7. kim says:

    Great chapter and very good end for book 1.
    Very much looking forward to book two. Also lots of great comments.

    So wonderful job Amanda Lynn and great job readers and we will be rereading these chapters often as we wait for Book 2

    Kim and Sue

  8. DragonRider says:

    Yeah, that’s true. It makes it more believable, too, which I mean wouldn’t matter if the story was more sci-fi than anything. Could’ve kept the same characters and just made it so everything was in the future, like the year 2035 or something like that, and things could still be believable if they were wrote out the right way. My biggest thing, as a writer myself, is in trying to find the realism in stories, but noting that some stories don’t need a sense of realism as much as just a nice metaphor here and there to balance out the story and characters. I do love your characters, though. Very believable and realistic.

  9. David says:

    What a great ending to a very erotic Book One story. Can’t wait for Book Two. I have to say I was hoping for some fun with Trish and Carol on the plane, but was still turned on immensely!
    Thanks Amanda

  10. Amanda Lynn says:

    Thank you all for your comments. It was fun reading all the different opinions about the characters. I’ll try to hurry along with finishing Book Two. 🙂

    • David says:

      Amanda, I am patiently waiting for Book Two, do you have an ETA for it? Love your writing and can’t wait to read something new.

      • Amanda Lynn says:

        You, and a lot of other my friend. I can’t give you an ETA because I don’t know myself. I am slowly working on it and am closer to the end than the beginning. I appreciate your continued patience and will have it out for your reading pleasure as soon as it is ready. 🙂

  11. Joe says:

    Amanda, such an amazing story. I love all the characters. Each one has some real dimensions that just jump off the page ( well at least for me ).

    I am looking forward to Book Two. I hope we get some flash backs to her flight home and some possible fun she had.

    Keep up the great work.

  12. John says:

    Very good story Amanda.
    In the second book, I would like very much a chapter explaining how and when Gwen and Monica became intimate, and how Gabby entered the mother-daughter relationship.
    It would also be interesting if Trish started a sexual relationship with her mother.

    Thanks for your great work.

  13. Lekeisha says:

    Beautiful story Amanda Lynn!

    I eagerly await Book 2.

  14. Domald says:

    Really nice.
    I’m looking forward to the swim guard, I love slim black girls.

  15. Tim says:

    It has already been said Amanda, but honestly we all just can’t wait until Book 2 appears.
    Re-reading this has reminded me just how good the story was, and how eagerly now I await a continuation.
    But I am a patient soul – anything good is worth waiting for!!
    Good luck with your writing,
    Tim

  16. Kelsey says:

    This is one of the hottest story series that I have read. It just happens to be perfect for me and my fantasies: hot sex and a good amount of emotion, all well-placed. I would love to read more and I certainly encourage you to write further into this adventure. You have me hooked on this story line now, please don’t torture me making me wait

    Thanks for all your stories; they are among my all time favorites

    • Amanda Lynn says:

      Thanks so much. I’m pleased that you are enjoying it. I am still working on the second book of this series.

  17. theflash says:

    another great story series Thanks

  18. mollymom says:

    i totally loved this first part — so beautiful when trish was first learning with monica — and then all that flowed out from that — and so many trajectories yet to be followed … can’t wait for to hear about summer vacation!

  19. Stewart says:

    Wow, what a fantastic story. I’ve read some of your other stories Amanda and though I may not have commented on them all, you are an excellent writer with a gift to being able to hold the reader entranced and certainly turned on. I certainly look forward to reading book 2.

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