This is the third in the Girl Scout Moms series. It starts where Part II left off, so you'll want to read the first two before reading this one. * The next few days after my encounter with Jill at the campout were uneventful. Except for my near-constant rubbing my pussy and diddling my clit while thinking about Jill's sweet pussy. And Anna's too. And the...
Author's Note: A big Thank You to Kelly C for editing this story! I think it is the best of my submissions to date and I hope the editing has helped with the errors notable my previous work. Enjoy! It was a sunny summer day and a pleasantly cool breeze blew over Emma as she was helping her granddad dig in his yard. She was on summer break from the local uni...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** I watched my mother rub the fuzzy fabric between her fingers. Not looking at the cashmere sweater, just feeling it. Her eyes were directed elsewhere. At someone I didn't want them directed at. "You want me to distract the sal...
This is the latest edition of an ongoing story between friends and lovers...Marte, Terra and Cindy. The story is a little longer, but I believe it is well worth the read. What do you think? Enjoy. * The early winter sun shines through the thin purple drapes, landing on Marte's face. The light wakes Marte. She opens her eyes to find the bed is empty beside...
A devastating incident leads to two young women finding lesbian love, while two others cement their friendship. Part 3 of 5. The story thus far: In Part 1, Carol Gibson, the daughter of Pat and Mike of "To Serve and Protect" fame, is enrolling in college when she meets a high school classmate who's playing on the college softball team. They're also organiz...
* * Buzzzzz * * I woke to bright sun streaming in the windows. Okay, no snow. I wondered if was as cold as it had been last night. I stretched languidly and gloriously. EEK! The sheet is wet. What on earth? Was that why I had a smile on my face as I woke? Are you one of those women who remember all their dreams? I've met some who do. I have my mornings when...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* They were outside again, swimming in the over-chlorinated pool of the apartment complex. He was wearing his snug s...
Janie finds a calling. "Damn it, Ken, I told you the doctor said it was common in women like me," Denise said tersely while rinsing a soapy cup and tipping it onto the drainer by the sink. "I wish I could get all wet like I used to, too." Ken was pacing the kitchen, angry, feeling rejected. He'd come home from the office horny and had walked behind his wif...
When Carly Davidson left home to go to college, this meant her divorced mother was alone in the big house that she was able to maintain thanks to a generous settlement from her ex-husband, most likely the result of a guilty conscience brought on by his sleeping with half the women in town. This was no great loss to Mrs. Elizabeth Davidson since their marri...
For 51 year old Kelly Flynn, owner and operator of The Village Inn, a rather rundown dive bar in the sleepy town of Newport in central New York, March 20th was just another day. Because Spring had not yet come she would only get the locals, and so soon after many of them had tied one too many on for St. Patrick's Day, the bar would likely be quiet. For Deni...