Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 2

  • Posted on April 12, 2021 at 2:05 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Stacey eyed the thermometer outside her kitchen window, the red liquid inside more than halfway up the glass tube. It was shaping up to be a hot one, and she was glad she had finished her morning run while it was still relatively cool. Now she needed to get outside and finish up the work in her flowerbeds before it got too hot.

Swallowing the last of the water from her glass, she put it in the dishwasher and headed for the backdoor. Stacey stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened. There were no sounds of life coming from Trish’s room. She wasn’t surprised and figured that being excited preteens, the girls had probably stayed up half the night. Stacey recalled hearing the muffled voices from behind the door when she had gone to bed sometime after midnight. She decided to let the girls sleep in. She grabbed the large-brimmed straw hat from the closet, put it on, and made her way to the garden shed out back.

With the items she needed in hand, Stacey knelt by the flower bed and began to work. She hadn’t been at it long when she heard voices coming from the open bedroom window above her. The girls were awake. There was some random chatter and giggling going on, and Stacey was surprised she could make out most of what the girls were saying from the room a story above her.

“I had a lot of fun last night, but you wore me out,” she heard Trish say.

“You’re one to talk. I don’t think I can walk straight thanks to that tongue of yours,” Cindy replied, causing Stacey to stop what she was doing and stare up at the open window. What the hell did that mean?

“Oh yeah? You want me to kiss it better?” she heard Trish ask with a giggle. “Or would you like me to do something else?”

“Something else… please.”

“Like what?”

“You know.”

“Afraid not,” Trish said teasingly. “You’ll have to tell me.”

“Lick my pussy. Make me come.” Cindy’s voice was low, husky, and barely audible.

Stacey dropped both her jaw and her small gardening trowel. What the fuck! she thought and pulled off her gardening gloves. The sound of bodies landing heavily on a bed drew her eyes upward again as she brought her hands to her mouth. She listened. She knew she shouldn’t. She should be running up the stairs right now to stop this. How long had this been going on? Was Trish a lesbian now? Had there been others? The questions bounced around her head, but she couldn’t seem to make her legs move.

More sounds caught her attention then. Sounds she knew well—sounds of sex. Soft moans and pleas came from her daughter’s room. They were getting louder, more urgent, and Stacey could feel herself getting wet. Damnit! What was she doing? She was listening to her baby girl eating her best friend, and it was turning her on. This shouldn’t be happening. Stacey slid a hand down the front of her pants for confirmation. Sure enough, her pussy was already slippery. God help me, she murmured. She didn’t withdraw her hand, though. Finding her sensitive clit, she rubbed.

“Yes, Trish! Right there. Don’t stop!” the disembodied voice from above cried out.

Stacey stood and leaned back against the side of the house, glad no one could see her back here, and wishing she could see what was going on in the bedroom. Did she? Did she want to watch her 12-year-old daughter having oral sex with another girl? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she was close to coming.

The sounds that Cindy made as she orgasmed were all Stacey needed to send her over the edge. Bright lights exploded behind her eyes, and she clenched her teeth to keep from screaming as her body shook. Her legs turned to jelly, and she slid down the wall. She sat there for several moments, catching her breath, replaying what had just happened in her mind.

She had heard her pre-teen daughter have sex. But instead of putting a stop to it, she had stood there and listened. And not just listened but masturbated, picturing in her mind what was going on in the bedroom as she made herself come.

What the fuck is wrong with me? she thought. Stacey realized then that there had been no sound from the bedroom since Cindy’s orgasm. What was going on? Had they left the bedroom? Had they gone back to sleep, maybe?

“Sit on my face, Trish. It’s my turn.” That sentence answered her question, and she felt a sharp jolt from her clit. “No. Not again,” she whispered to herself. She stood. She needed to leave, not listen to hear her daughter in the throes of ecstasy. But when Trish moaned a loud fuck yes, she froze.

Stacey put a hand on the wall and hung her head. She listened to the sounds. Her heart rate increased, and her clit throbbed once again, and like before, her hand slipped into her panties and found it. Guilt was chewing at her, but as her hand moved faster to the sounds of Trish’s pleasure, she was able to push it aside. It would come back to visit, she knew that, but she would deal with that later.

As with Cindy’s, the sounds of Trish’s orgasm released her own. Stacey dropped to her knees as the torrent of pleasure washed over her. Again, she stifled the cry before it left her throat. She stayed there for a while, calming herself. A soft chuckle escaped her when she noticed the rather large wet spot on the front of her shorts. “If there’s a hell, I’m going there for sure now,” she muttered. Figuring it would be best if the girls didn’t see her like this, she stood and headed to her room for a change of clothes.

***

Trish gave Cindy a quick kiss then rolled off the bed. “I’m going to shower first, then it’ll be your turn,” she said.

“Okay. I’ll be right here ‘till you get back,” Cindy said with a small yawn. She watched Trish in all her naked glory put on her robe and leave the room. Closing her eyes, she lay back and gave a contented sigh, still naked on top of the bed. She relaxed for a few minutes, nearly dozing off—Trish had exhausted her, both last night and this morning.

She was surprised when she heard the bedroom door open. “Wow, that was quick,” she said.

It was quite a shock when Cindy opened her eyes and saw it was Stacey standing in the doorway and not Trish. She froze panic racing through her mind. She needed to move to cover up. But for a long moment, she was paralyzed, unable to command her limbs to do anything.

Stacey’s eyes widened, then relaxed, her expression changing to something Cindy couldn’t read. The corner of Stacey’s mouth curled up a little, and her gaze roamed over Cindy’s body from head to toe. Across her naked and exposed flesh, pausing briefly at the junction of her tightly closed thighs and again on the tiny bumps of her nascent breasts before meeting her eyes once again.

Cindy’s heart pounded and her mouth went dry. Excitement flashed through her body. Cindy wasn’t sure why she did it if it was by instinct or an involuntary twitch of a muscle, but ever so slowly, she spread her legs just a bit. Just enough that it exposed her pussy, displaying the glistening flesh of her folds for Stacey to see if she wanted.

Stacey’s smile grew wider as her eyes drifted downward again. She gazed at Cindy’s pussy, and time seemed to stop.

Cindy gripped the bedsheets to stop her hands from shaking. At the same time, she felt arousal leaking from her core. What was happening? What was Stacey thinking? Was she in trouble? Was she going to get fucked by Trish’s mom? That thought alarmed her… but it also thrilled her. Excited her.

Cindy had masturbated many times while watching lesbian porn videos featuring women that could easily be the same age as Stacey, if not older. She’d even fantasized about having sex with an adult a few times, but now that it might happen, she was scared—or nervous, at least.

Cindy was pulled from her thoughts when Stacey turned away and looked down the hallway toward the bathroom. Was Trish coming back? The faint sound of the shower could still be heard, so no. When Stacey turned back and crossed the short distance from the door to the bed, Cindy stopped breathing.

Stacey sat on the edge of the bed, her smile sweet and friendly. Her hand, the one now on Cindy’s knee, was soft and warm. Cindy smiled meekly as heat climbed up her neck.

“It’s okay, Cindy. You can breathe now.” Stacey’s voice was low and gentle.

Cindy took a breath and held Stacey’s eyes. She was aware of just three things at that moment: her pounding heart, her throbbing clit, and the tremble of Stacey’s hand as it caressed her skin.

“You’re very pretty, Cindy.” Stacey’s hand slid a little higher. “Especially like this.”

“I…we…um,” Cindy croaked.

“It’s okay.” Stacey’s caress slipped to her inner thigh. “I shouldn’t be here. Like this. I know.”

Cindy heard the quiver in the woman’s voice. Was she nervous too? Stacey cleared her throat while her fingertips moved ever higher. Cindy didn’t move; her body was on fire. She wanted this to happen as much as she wanted to bolt from the room.

“I heard you two. You and Trish,” Stacey said, glancing toward the open window. “I was working in the flowerbed right outside.”

“I…I’m sorry. Are we in trouble? Are you going to tell my mom?” Cindy’s voice quivered.

Stacey smiled reassuringly, shaking her head. “No. Not at all, sweetheart.” She paused. “How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long have you two been having sex?”

There was no anger in Stacey’s voice, and Cindy felt a measure of relief from apprehension but the building desire between her legs begged for its own relief. “Last night was our first time,” she answered shyly.

Stacey nodded as she watched Cindy’s chest rise and fall with each excited breath she took. “Do you know if Trish has had sex before?”

Cindy shook her head. She couldn’t have answered if she’d wanted to. She was going to come if Stacey didn’t stop moving her hand. Fuck! She was going to come even if she did. Stacey wasn’t even touching her pussy, and it had her on fire.

“Please don’t tell Trish that I know. I want to talk to her about it, okay? And don’t worry. No one is in trouble.”

Cindy just nodded vigorously. She wanted to come so badly. She wished that Stacey would either leave her alone to masturbate or do it for her. At that moment, she didn’t care which.

“Thank you,” Stacey said.

The sound of the shower ceased just then, and they both froze, staring into each other’s eyes for a moment.

Then Stacey surprised Cindy by leaning in and kissing her forehead while, at the same time, sliding a finger between her folds. Cindy’s eyes widened only for a second because the orgasm that ripped through her when the older woman brushed that finger over her engorged clit caused her to squeeze them shut again.

When reality returned, she opened her eyes and found Stacey standing in the doorway, pulling a finger from her mouth as a smile spread across her face.

“You should cover up. And breakfast will be in half an hour.” Stacey winked and was gone.

“What the fuck just happened?” Cindy whispered to the room. She sat up straight and pulled her knees to her chest. She wanted to tell Trish what happened. Wanted to tell Trish that her mother had made her come with a simple touch. No, that probably wouldn’t be wise. Besides, she had told Stacey she wouldn’t say anything about her overhearing them fucking this morning. She groaned and pulled the sheet over her naked body as she flopped back on the bed. Hopefully, Stacey would talk to Trish soon, and everything would be out in the open.

***

The coffee shop wasn’t busy, and Stacey didn’t have to wait long for her order. After paying, she took the two cups of steaming hot goodness to a table and sat. As she took her first sip, she saw Karen, her best friend since the second grade, enter the cafe. With a small wave and a bright smile, the woman joined her.

“Hey there. Hope I’m not late.” Karen said, taking the other cup of coffee when Stacey pushed it toward her.

“No, not at all,” Stacey replied. “How was your week?”

“Oh my God. As much as I love my students, it feels so good to be rid of them for the summer.” Karen laughed. She taught sixth grade at the same school Trish attended and would probably be one of her teachers when classes started again in the fall.

“I bet.” Stacey paused to take another sip of coffee. “As much as I hate Trish flying across the country by herself, it is nice to have the house to myself for a while. It’s fun not having to adult. But after a couple of days, I miss having Trish around. Ya know?”

“I hear you.” Karen lifted her cup in a toast. “Here’s to freedom from the kids, for however long you can stand it.”

They both laughed and tapped their paper cups together. Stacey took a swig then set it down.

“Speaking of Trish, I would like your thoughts on something.”

Karen cocked her head. “Okay, sure. What is it?”

Stacey sighed and scratched her head, thinking how best to word what she wanted to say. “Well, a couple of days ago, I was working in my flower garden, below Trish’s bedroom window, and I heard…”

“Heard what?” Karen asked after a long pause.

She leaned in and lowered her voice. “I heard… um… Trish have an orgasm.”

Karen sat back, her eyes widening, then she snickered. “That must have shocked the hell out of you. But, hey. She’s 12, so it shouldn’t surprise you that she’s masturbating.”

Stacey snorted. “Yeah, it wasn’t something I expected or wanted to hear. And if she had been masturbating, I would have just ignored it.”

“If she wasn’t masturbating, what was she…” Karen’s eyes widened once again, and she brought a hand to her mouth. “Sex? She was having sex? Like with a boy?” she whispered.

“Yeah, sex. But with another girl. Her best friend.”

“Wow!” Karen took a sip from her coffee. “What are you going to do about it?”

“That’s just it. How do I handle it?” Stacey gestured with her hands, palm up. “I was thinking of just having the talk with her. You know, talk about the usual stuff: unwanted pregnancy, STDs, and such. Then mention that girl on girl can be a risk too.”

“That’s a chat you should have with her regardless. I guess the question you need to ask yourself is if you are okay with her being sexually active now,” Karen said with a reassuring smile.

“You’re right.” Stacey sighed. “Naturally, I don’t have a problem with her having sex with other girls. That’s her decision to make. But she is only 12.”

Karen reached across the table and took one of Stacey’s hands in hers. “Sweetie, do you remember that night in the tent in my backyard? The night that we had sex for the first time.”

Stacey felt the warmth climb her cheeks as the memory rushed back. They’d had a sleepover at Karen’s house one evening that summer. They had stayed up late in the dimly lit tent talking about kissing and what sex was. The erotic talk had excited them to the point where their kissing practice had led to some fantastic finger and tongue-induced orgasms for both.

“Yeah. Wow. That seems so long ago now.” Stacey shook her head, wondering where the years had gone.

“It was. We were both 10,” Karen remarked.

“What? No.” Stacey was shocked and had to search her memory. Jesus, she was right. They had been that young.

“Yup. So, like mother, like daughter, then, I would say.” Karen chuckled.

Stacey thought about it for a moment, fiddling with the sleeve on her cup. “So maybe I should tell her I know, and that it’s okay.”

“It’s your decision, of course, but I think it might be for the best. Besides, unless you’re going to lock Trish in her room until she’s 18, she’ll find a way to have sex with her friend if she wants to,” Karen said with a playful wink.

Stacey groaned. “You may be right. Best to get it out in the open. Plus, I can make sure she doesn’t make the same mistake I did and marry a man because she thinks it’s the expected thing to do.” She held up a hand. “Don’t get me wrong, though. Jason is a wonderful man and a terrific father, and I did love him…”

“I know Stacey, you don’t need to explain. I think it’s great that the two of you are still such good friends, and Trish is such a lovely girl.” Karen sat back and grinned. “And a sex kitten like her mom.”

“Karen!” Stacey said in mock horror, throwing a crumpled napkin at her friend as they both began to laugh.

On to Chapter 3 

 

9 Comments on Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 2

  1. April says:

    I can’t wait for the rest of the story. I’m so wet right now.

  2. Erocritique says:

    Damn…….that was…….insanely erotic.

    The scene where Stacey crossed the line with Cindy was sooooo good. Book ii is shaping up to be better than the original; and that’s saying a lot.

    Great work Amanda!!!

  3. Quinlan says:

    This is shaping up to be very interesting. Possibilities abound.

  4. Euphrosyne, Thalia & Aglaia says:

    Oh yeah!..just what Erocritique said: insanely erotic!

    Stacy sure has the magic touch, just maybe not as regards to her garden, but rather where sweet Cindy is concerned.

    Loved how Stacy “stood in the doorway pulling a finger from her mouth as a smile spread across her face.” Mmmm, so delicious!

    Great follow on chapter, Amanda!

    Waiting with anticipation ( and a little bit of perspiration ) for that talk with Trish about the birds and the bees, girls with girls, orgasms, maybe mention how nice Cindy tasted 🙂

    E,T&A

  5. David says:

    Oh darn,it ended too quick! What a hot chapter Amanda, love the detail and the excitement of listening to you own daughter orgasm with her best friend made it even hotter! Stacy touching her daughter’s friend opens up a new direction too. Mmmmm can’t wait for the next chapter.

  6. Joe says:

    Oh I loved this instalment. The scene with Stacey and Cindy was amazing. Women and girls can have so much fun. I am looking forward to The Talk with Trish. I am wondering where the talk will lead.

    Keep writing Amanda. You are amazing.

  7. sue says:

    It wasn’t just the day that was getting hot. The story itself went way up in terms of hot, from hot to scorching. Love where this seems to be going.

    Kim & Sue

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