Fan Fiction
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Summer Nights
Samantha: “show me Bette. Please. She me how you touch a woman.”
Bette just sat and stared at the girl for a few seconds as she thought. Samantha knew what she wanted and she wouldn’t let up until she got it. So Bette got up and led Samantha by the hand to the bedroom. Bette sat her on the edge of the bed and removed her shirt. Samantha was slender due to her dancing but she was still curvy and had just enough meat in all the right places. Bette then removed her shirt as she stood in front of the young girl. Bette was going to take it very slow so she wouldn’t freak the girl out. Bette then bent over and removed Samantha’s shoes. She then stood back up and began to kiss her once more. This time she pushed Samantha back up onto the bed. Samantha did so willingly. Bette was still reluctant so she was very careful where she put her hands. Samantha rubbed Bette’s back and hair. Bette kissed Sam’s neck and licked her ear. Samantha squirmed under the unfamiliar pleasure. Bette slowly moved down her neck to her chest. Every move Bette made was calculated. She kissed down to her breasts. Bette looked up and saw Samantha’s eyes closed as she enjoyed the pleasure. Bette reached underneath Samantha and unhooked her bra and removed it. Samantha moaned as Bette palmed one and she gently suck the other. Bette continued her journey south kissing the young girls toned stomach and down the top of her shorts. This was the moment of truth. Samantha would either allow Bette to remove her shorts or freak out as soon as Bette unbuttoned them. It was a gamble but Bette decided to roll the dice. She stopped kissing her body so she could unbutton her denim shorts. Bette began to slide them down and Samantha arched her back, lifting her hips so Bette could slide her shorts and underwear off with ease. Bette was shocked at how easily Samantha was taking all of this. She was also becoming turned on by the young girls braveness. Bette went up to Samantha and kissed her again on the lips. She released the kiss and whispered in her ear.
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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….