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Summer Nights
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The next day Bette called across the street to thank the mother for letting her daughter baby sit and apologize for keeping her so late. The mother replied it was her pleasure and anytime. Bette then told her that her daughter left something over at her place and could she please send her over. The mother replied right away. The door bell rang shortly after.
Bette: “Its open she exclaimed from the living room sofa.”
Samantha: “Hi.”
She was a bit nervous.
Bette: “Come in, sit down. We need to talk about last night.”
Samantha looked down at the floor ashamed.
Samantha: “Look I know I shouldn’t have done that but I was curious. I had to see what it would be like to kiss you for myself.”
Bette: “I understand you may be curious but we are many years apart in age. It would be inappropriate for me to have a sexual relationship with you.”
Samantha felt rejected.
Bette: “Understand you’re a beautiful girl, and if you were 10 years older there would be a definite possibility for us. But I’m afraid you and I can never be now.”
Samantha: “but I’m 18. About to be 19″
Bette: “I know but still. It wouldn’t be right. I’m friends with your parents. What would they think?”
Samantha: Now looking up. “They wouldn’t have to know.”
Samantha looked Bette straight in her eyes. This was more then curiosity. Samantha needed to explore her feelings for this older woman. She was determined to have her way. She slid closer to Bette on the couch. Bette couldn’t believe what was happening and sat frozen.
Samantha: “I would never tell them or anyone else. I justI dunno. There’s something about you Ms. Porter.”
That “Ms. Porter” sent chills up Bette’s spine. Was this young girl hitting on her? And the better question was; Was she actually being successful? Older more experienced women have tried and failed.
Bette: “II cantIt would be wrong. “
Samantha’s face was now just a few inched from Bette’s. She looked Bette in the eye. Bette knew what was happening was wrong but something about it just felt right. Samantha licked her lips as she leaned in to kiss Bette. Bette leaned the rest of the way and placed her lips firmly against the young girls. Bette expected her to freak out at this point and run away but she didn’t. Samantha slid even closer to Bette and continued to kiss her. Samantha began to slowly open her mouth to invite Bette’s tongue. Everything in her body was telling her no, stop, this is wrong. But her body was raving in delight. Bette slowly slid her tongue in the young girl’s mouth and tasted her young, sweet, saliva. A small moan escaped Samantha. That moan sent chills up Bette’s spine. It felt so good that Bette suddenly stopped.
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nice story… loving someone younger or older is definitely my thing, never fancied anybody of my own age… hope bette enjoyed this fling.
That was cool, very cool! Please write more these stories, ain’t nothing wrong with older/young love!
A little “Mrs. Robinson,” eh?? LOL. Nice!
Wonderful story – I really enjoyed it – thanks for writing
“And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson…” LOL I actually enjoyed reading this very much. After all, who am I to be judgemental about the age difference? When I was 18 I slept with two different women, both in their middle 30’s. When I was 24 I lived with a woman who was 42, so this actually brought back sweet memories to when it was me trying to convince the older women that it was okay to go with what felt good!! LOL Thanks for the memories…”And here’s to you Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know…wo wo wo.”
Yeah totally Mrs. Robinson…..great stand alone….please post more off these….