Santa Monica Seduction, Part 2 – Penetration & Frustration

by Alice Gee

Preamble:

*****

“I’m home,” Amy shouted as she got through the door.

“Hi honey, you’re home early, I was not expecting you for another couple of hours,” Amy’s mother said as she came out of the kitchen.

“Oh, Steph and Rosie had to leave early and I got a lift home,” Amy stated as she walked up to her mother to give her a hug.

“Yes, I saw that expensive car pull up. Who was that driving?”

Amy thought quickly and said, “Oh, that was a friend of Rosie’s mom. She was headed in this direction and offered me a ride.” Amy was unsure why she felt it necessary to lie but figured that her mother would not want to know that it was some old ‘lesbo’ that had picked her up at the mall. She also knew that the lie was unlikely to be found out because her mom did not know Rosie’s mom. Amy then changed the subject by saying, “I need to phone Dad to let him know that he doesn’t need to pick me up.”

“OK, his number is on the pad by the phone,” Amy’s mom said while heading back into the kitchen.

‘Phew, that could have been awkward,’ Amy thought to herself as she headed for the phone. She did not like to lie to her mother but considered that the lie was actually a kindness. She was sure her mother would not want to know that there were lesbians cruising the mall looking for young girls. Amy was smiling to herself with that thought when she reached the phone.

After explaining the situation to her father, Amy went upstairs to take a shower and change. She knew that her panties were in sore need of changing. She got to her room and peeled off her clothes. Close examination of her panties revealed that they were very wet showing that the old lesbian had turned her on more that she cared to admit.

She walked over to the wardrobe mirror and looked at her naked body. She was very proud of her body and knew that she looked in very good shape. ‘No wonder that old lez wanted some of this. Girl, you look good,’ she thought to herself. She ran her hand down to her crotch and felt the soft blonde hairs surrounding her vulva. She trimmed her bush occasionally, purely for the purpose of wearing a bikini, because in reality her pubic hair was so soft and light that at a distance her pussy looked bald. She ran her fingers through the folds of her labia and felt the sodden skin between them. ‘Wow, she has really turned me on,’ Amy thought as her finger sought out her emerging clitoris.

She began to rub gently at her clit as she raised her left hand to caress her left tit. She began to pinch the nipple as she continued to massage her breast. Her right hand was now urgently rubbing her clitoris and she looked upon the wanton sight she was presenting in the mirror. She imagined other hands now caressing her body and whereas before she had always imagined a boy’s hand, now she closed her eyes and imagined it was a female’s hand that was bringing her closer and closer to climax. And not just any female’s hand, it was Joanie’s hand that she wanted to be caressing her swollen clitoris and touching the hot, moist folds of her vulva. Amy shook with excitement as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Waves of pleasure emanated from her pussy to engulf her body. Her legs buckled and she slid to the floor as the climax short-circuited her brain’s control over her limbs.

Her legs continued to tremble and shake as she slowly eased her ministrations on her pussy and breast. When she had regained some semblance of control over her body, she looked at herself in the mirror and thought, ‘Wow! That was something. That has to be the best cum that I’ve ever had. That old dyke seems to have really got to me.’

She looked long and hard in the mirror as confused thoughts raced through her mind. She then said aloud as if arguing with herself. “But do I want more of it?” Amy realized that she was at a dangerous crossroads. ‘Follow the wrong path here girl, and your life could be changed forever,’ she thought to herself. Finally, as if to settle the argument she spoke aloud. “If she can make me cum like that just by thinking about her, what is she going to do to me in the flesh?” These disturbing thoughts occupied Amy’s mind as she headed for the shower.

*****

The next few days were routine for Amy. She and her friend Stephanie spent the days at the beach with their respective boyfriends, Mark and Joel. On the Wednesday night, she and Mark went to a movie and then went back to Mark’s house. His parents were out for the evening so they had the house to themselves. They went up to Mark’s bedroom, the excuse should his parent’s come home early was that they were there to listen to some music; the real reason was, at Amy’s suggestion, to have a heavy make-out session.

As soon as they made it to the room, Mark placed his arms around Amy’s waist and began to french kiss. Amy responded enthusiastically to the kissing and thrust her tongue into Mark’s mouth. His hand rose to cover her breast beneath her tee shirt and bra. Amy made a token resistance to his advances. After a few minutes of pretending to try to push Mark’s hand away from her breast Amy stopped, placed her arms around Mark’s neck and pulled his head fiercely down to her mouth while pressing her body firmly against his. Mark’s hand continued to massage Amy’s left breast while his left hand slid down over her body to cup her right ass cheek.

Amy was making little mewling sounds against Mark’s lips as her arousal grew. Mark realized that he might get lucky tonight. His hand left Amy’s breast, moved down, and slid under the tee shirt and back up to the bra-covered tit. Amy broke the kiss, pulled back, and looked into Mark’s eyes. Then she placed her hands on his cheeks and planted another deep kiss on his lips. She pulled back again and said. “Mark, let’s get naked and get on the bed.”

Mark could scarcely believe his ears. He and Amy had not had sex before and she was normally very reluctant to go too far while they kissed and cuddled. He had felt her breasts and ass before but only under layers of clothing. Amy would go to great lengths to make sure they did not get into situations where their kissing could get out of hand. That was why he was so surprised when Amy suggested that they come up to his bedroom tonight. The usual thing was a few quick kisses and fumble in the car when he had got Amy home to her house. The feel of the breast as with the feeling of the jean-clad ass had taken place during a beach Bar-B-Q. But even then, Amy made sure that they did not wander too far from the rest of the guys around the fire. Many nights poor Mark had gone home with ‘blue balls’ and had jerked himself off for some relief from the ache in his nuts. Even so, he would invariably wake up with a dull ache in his groin that would last for most of the morning.

He did not know the reason for this mood change in Amy and he was not about to question it. Mark had struggled out of his tee shirt and jeans and stood there in his tented boxers, his turgid dick straining against the fabric of his underwear. He looked up and his eyes nearly popped out from the glorious sight that met his eyes. Amy had already removed her shirt, jeans and bra and was lying back on Mark’s bed wearing only a pair of light blue panties.

“Hurry up lover, or I’ll start without you,” Amy said seductively from the bed, her tongue poking suggestively from between her teeth and licking her lips.

“Oh My God,” Mark muttered almost prayer like. He could hardly believe his luck. He tore off his boxers and his dick sprang free and pointed proudly into the air. Mark was quite well hung with close to eight inches of throbbing dick, which also had an impressive girth. He was proud of his uncut dick and he thought it quite handsome in its own way, though tonight he was delighted with it; this was the proverbial diamond cutter, and he was going to use it to fuck the hot piece of snatch lying on his bed. He had dreamed of this moment many times over the past four months that he had been going out with Amy, and tonight he was going to get some. He started to move briskly towards the bed.

“I hope you have some protection for that thing,” Amy said as she leant back on her elbows. She was actually quite impressed with Mark’s rampant penis and was looking forward to getting well fucked with it. The previous occasions that she had had sex, the weapon used had not been as formidable.

“Uh! What do you mean?” Mark had one thing on his mind and it was difficult for him to allow another thought to enter his lust- filled brain.

“I mean a condom, dummy. You’re not putting that thing inside me unless you wear a rubber.”

“Oh...er...yeah...OK.” He turned and went to his wardrobe and extracted a condom from a jacket. He was tearing at the covering and trying to remove the condom from inside and not having much luck. He seemed to be all thumbs.

“Here, let me do that,” Amy suggested from the bed.

Mark handed the packet to Amy and waited impatiently by the bed. He was practically hopping up and down, clenching and unclenching his butt cheeks, his dick bobbed in front of him.

Amy got on to her knees and motioned Mark to come closer. She grabbed hold of his prick and looked up into his eyes. A wicked grin spread across her mouth and while still looking straight at him she bent down and kissed the head of his dick.

A low moan escaped from Mark’s lips and he visibly shuddered.

Amy took pity on him on placed the condom on his dick, rolling the thin lubricated sheath down the full length of his throbbing penis. Amy studied her handiwork for a few seconds then lay back on the bed and in one fluid motion removed her panties. She spread her legs and let Mark gaze on her glistening pussy. She moved her hand down and gently rubbed it over the moist lips of her vulva. All the while she was looking directly into Mark’s eyes, an enigmatic smile playing on her lips.

Mark stood stock still be the side of the bed. He seemed to be in a state of shock, unable to move.

“Well, lover. What’s the problem, I thought this was what you wanted? Are you just going to look at it or are you going to come and get it,” Amy said as her fingers spread the labial lips apart exposing the pink moist flesh inside.

A groan escaped from Mark’s lips as he shook himself to clear his befuddled brain. Coming out of his stupor he practically threw himself on to the bed and then onto Amy.

“OK, OK, lover, take it easy, it’s not going anywhere, just slow down a minute,” Amy said trying to calm down the lust-filled brain of the sex crazed youth.

Amy reached down between their bodies and took hold of his rampant penis. She spread her legs wider and guided the engorged dick towards her sodden love channel. All the while making calming noises into Mark’s unhearing ears. Amy managed to get the hot throbbing member poised over the entrance to her cunt and then said to her lover, “Please go easy now, Mark my love, let’s enjoy this together. Now push forward gently. Easy! Easy! OOW! TAKE IT EASY!” Amy screamed out as Mark overcome by lust pushed his engorged penis straight into Amy’s cunt.

It was a blessing that Amy was so aroused and was therefore already well lubricated otherwise she would have been quite badly hurt and the pain would have been intense. As it was, there was considerable discomfort due to Mark’s overeager penetration. “My God, Mark, what is wrong with you? Slow down, this is not just about you. Spare a thought for me, you pig,” Amy cried out desperately.

The only problem was that Mark was beyond listening to reason. He was where his lust-filled brain had wanted him to be and now instinct took over. And Mark started thrusting. There was a glazed look in his eyes as his turgid dick pounded into Amy’s poor abused pussy. Amy was not even able to get any rhythm going in her movements and was forced to lay there, merely a receptacle for Mark’s male sexual instincts.

Mark had been inside Amy’s pussy for less than a minute, his long strokes suddenly switched to shorter more urgent strokes. Amy knew well what was happening and was grateful for it. For as far as she was concerned the sooner this fiasco was over the better she would like it. Mark suddenly stopped moving above her, his whole body went stiff for a few seconds and then made long, slow thrusting movements into Amy’s pussy as he ejected his seed into the rubberized sheath embedded deep inside Amy’s cunt.

Mark collapsed onto Amy’s body, his breath coming in gasps. He slowly started to regain his breath, looked down at Amy, and said. “Wow, darling. That was great. You were wonderful. Thank you so much.”

Amy stared at him as he lay on top of her; there was incredulity in her eyes. “Did you say that was great? You great stupid pig. You fucking moron. What about me? You insensitive prick. Are you happy? Well what about me? Oh God, why am I wasting my breath. Get your fucking useless ass off me. You big stupid jerk,” Amy said with anger pouring out of her mouth. With that, she pushed Mark off her, got off the bed and reached for her panties.

Mark looked at her in total bewilderment. “What’s wrong honey? didn’t you enjoy it?” Mark was completely nonplussed. He had no idea what Amy was talking about. After all, he reasoned to himself, they had just had sex and everybody enjoys sex, he knew he did, so it stands to reason that Amy must have done as well

Amy said nothing; she was seething inside and wanted nothing more to do with this useless bastard. She fastened her bra and reached for her jeans.

Mark tried again to console her. “Is it because it was over too quickly? I will make sure it lasts longer next time, darling. Really, it's your fault; if you had let me have sex with you earlier, I would not have been so quick. Next time I will take my time and I’ll make sure that you will enjoy it as well.” Mark still did not know what all the fuss was about but was willing to try to calm Amy down. After all, he was already looking forward to next time.

Amy gave a loud snort. “Next time! Next time! You asshole! Did you say next time? Let me put you straight on that score, you great stupid, fucking jerk. There will not be a next time. You can have a love affair with your fist from now on as far as I am concerned because you will never, ever get near my cunt again. Is that clear, has that penetrated your big dumb, fucking brain.” All this was said while Amy was struggling to pull up her tight jeans. Her anger making coordination difficult.

Mark was beginning to get annoyed now. “Watch your language and who are you calling a jerk? You’re just a bit upset now but if you would just calm down, you will see that what I am saying makes sense. I have got the quick one out of my system now, so from now on I will take my time and we will have great mind-blowing sex. Just you wait and see.” Mark said reassuringly.

“My God! What did I ever see in you?” With that, she managed to button her jeans and picked up her shirt. “I want to go home. Now! Are you going to take me or have I got to phone my Dad to come and get me?” Amy said with hands on hips, her head thrust forward belligerently.

“I will take you home. Jeez, what has got into you? It was only a bit of sex after all. I don’t know why you’re so upset. Wait, let me flush this away,” indicating the semen-filled condom still covering his rapidly deflating penis, “and then let me get dressed.”

“I will wait downstairs. I’ve seen enough of your bare ass.” The ‘ass’ bit was said as Amy slammed the door behind her.

Amy waited outside the house until Mark came down and opened the car. Amy got into the passenger seat and pressed herself up against the window, trying to put as much distance as possible between herself and her erstwhile boyfriend.

Before they arrived at Amy’s parents home Mark had tried to instigate a conciliatory conversation. Amy ignored him. Her anger had now dissipated and she just wanted this evening to end.

When they arrived at Amy’s home, Mark attempted to reach across and take Amy’s hand but the girl was too quick for him. She had the door open and was up the steps before Mark could get out of the car. He tried to call after her but his words were directed to a closing door. Mark shrugged his shoulders and murmured to himself, “I’ll call her in the morning; she’ll be over it by then.” Thus reassuring himself, Mark got back into the car and drove home quite content that he had got laid tonight. He could not wait to get home and call his buddies to spread the good news.

*****

After Amy had shut the door, she realized that the house was very quiet. Then she noticed the note on the table by the telephone. It was in her mother’s handwriting explained that her parent’s had gone out for a meal and would be back around 10.30. Glancing at the clock Amy could see that it was just after 10 o’clock. She was relieved that there was no one home as this saved her from a lot of explanations. Mark usually came into the house when he brought her home to say goodnight to her parents.

Amy ran up the stairs to her room, tearing her clothes off as she went. She needed to get into the shower and scrub all traces of that selfish, insensitive bastard off her body. Though the angry rage that she had felt at Mark’s house had gone now, she still felt a low seething dislike for the youth and the way he had treated her.

‘Why had she done it?’ She silently asked herself. ‘Surely you must have known what it would be like?’ Her silent argument with herself continued. ‘Had you already forgotten what the last little prick was like?’ She threw her soiled clothes into the hamper and walked naked into the bathroom. ‘He was exactly the same, not a thought for you, just out to get his jollies.’ Her mind railed against herself. ‘What made you think this bastard would be any different?’

She stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over her body. She tenderly soaped her sensitive pussy, still smarting from the overeager attentions of Mark’s dick. ‘God! It’s a wonder he didn’t rip me apart, the great insensitive pig.’ Her internal discussion carried on in a similar vein all the while she was in the shower. She had completely washed and scrubbed her body; thoroughly washed out every orifice and even washed her hair to make sure that she got every trace of the unfortunate Mark off her body. Satisfied that no tiny trace of the ‘pig’ could possibly remain, Amy stepped from the shower and began to dry herself off. The final act of cleansing was to brush her teeth and rinse with liberal amounts of mouthwash.

She walked back into her bedroom to dry her hair. After she had finished with the hairdryer, she donned her sleepwear. A pair of blue sateen Capri pants with a camisole top. She really liked them, they had been a birthday present and she knew she looked good in them, especially her butt. Previously they had never failed to lift her up but tonight they hardly raised her mood at all.

She sat in front of her vanity mirror to brush out her hair. As she was running the brush through her blonde tresses, she kept coming back to the original question. ‘Why had she done it?’ She knew that she had never loved the big jerk; she had only kept him around her to ward off the other predators at school. ‘So why had she done it?’

And then the thought of Joanie popped unbidden into her head. Then she knew with clarity that she had been denying thoughts of Joanie to herself these past three days. The older woman had intrigued her and she had instigated sex with Mark to subconsciously get her mind off Joanie. She had been turned on by that brief interlude in the car. Joanie had only touched her thigh and it had made her pussy wet. She was sure that had she been with Joanie tonight she would not have been left frustrated and angry.

This set off another question and answer dialogue inside her head. In truth, there were more questions than answers. ‘Do I want to do this? Do I really want to go out with this woman, this lesbian? What happens if I enjoy it? I would become a lesbian.’ This thought stopped the internal discussion for a few moments as Amy looked at her reflection in the mirror. ‘That's silly. No one can make you become a lesbian, besides Joanie had said that there would be no strings attached, which means that I'm under no obligation to sleep with her.’ She nodded at the mirror at this thought. Then the Devil’s Advocate appeared and said ‘And what if you want to sleep with her, what will you be then?’ Amy had no answer to this question but stopped the brushing of her hair and looked again into the mirror hoping that her reflection would provide an answer. Her reflection stared back at her but remained mute.

Amy suddenly put down the brush, opened the dresser drawer, and retrieved the business card that Joanie had given her. She moved quickly, given herself no chance to challenge what she was doing. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Joanie’s cell. She could hear it ringing, it rung five times and a relieved Amy was about to hang up when a voice came out of the speaker. “Hello, this is Joanie.”

Amy stared at the phone now afraid to speak

“Hello, hello,” came the disembodied voice out of the cell phone. The phone went silent for a moment and then the voice said, “Amy, is that you?” Amy, please talk to me, I’m sure it is you.”

“Hello Joanie,” Amy said softly into the phone.

The voice came back, “Oh Amy honey, I’m so glad you called. I was only thinking about you a few minutes ago, that’s why I was able to do my clairvoyant act. I just knew it had to be you. How are you Amy? Have you decided to accept my invitation?”

“Well, did you mean it when you said that there were no strings attached, and that if and when I want to leave you will bring me home?” Amy was speaking so softly that Joanie had to strain to hear the words.

“Of course, darling. I can assure you that I am not going to force myself on you. I just want to take you out and show you a good time. I want to show you that we lesbians can be trusted. After all, I have a duty to my sorority to make sure that you are not lost to us forever. If I tried anything with you, I could get in serious trouble and more importantly, I think I would lose you forever. What is more, I want to prove to you that I am correct in saying that you will enjoy the party, and have one of the best nights of your life.” Joanie was speaking with great sincerity into the phone.

“Sorority. What sorority?”

“The Lesbian Sisterhood,” Joanie laughed into the phone. “One day I would like to induct you into it, but only if you were willing. I promise you that I will take you to the party; you will dance, sing, and have a great time. Then, if that is what you want, I will take you home and never bother you again, unless you call me first. But I can tell you that everyday I will hope that you will call.” Joanie said earnestly.

“How can you be so sure that you want to know me, I am too young and not sophisticated like you?” Amy was beginning to find her voice.

“Darling! Are you serious? You are absolutely gorgeous. You illuminate a room. I know that you will be the prettiest girl at the party and every woman there will be jealous because you will be with me.” Joanie was really warming to the task.

Amy was smiling, her foul mood completely dissipated under the barrage of compliments pouring out of the phone. “Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel good, but I’m serious when I say that I expect you to honor the no strings agreement. I really want to make that clear,” Amy said with conviction.

“Honey, you have my word,” Joanie said with a smile in her voice.

“OK, what time will you pick me up? And will you collect me at my house or shall I meet you somewhere?”

“That’s entirely up to you, honey. If you are comfortable with me collecting you at your house then that is the best place.”

“OK then, at the house and what about the time?”

“The party will not start livening up until around ten o’clock, so I think I’ll take you out to dinner first, nothing too fancy but somewhere nice. I already have something in mind. So let’s say around seven thirty. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes, sounds like a plan. I’ll see you then. Oh! By the way, how should I dress? I don’t have any fancy gowns and things or should it be jeans and tee shirts?” Amy asked as an afterthought.

“You won’t need anything too formal but a bit more than jeans. A dress, a LBD if you have one, should fit the bill nicely. And if you don’t I could take you out tomorrow and get one? I would really like to do that,” Joanie stated hopefully.

“A LBD? Oh, you mean a little black dress. Yes, I have just the thing, in fact it is probably the only thing that I have that’s suitable.”

“Rats!” said Joanie, “I thought I might get you out on another date.”

“No, you’ll have to wait for Saturday night,” Amy replied laughing.

“Spoilsport, OK then, I’ll have to be patient. So good night honey and I’ll see you Saturday.”

“Yes, good night Joanie. See you on Saturday.” Amy shut off the phone. She looked at herself in the mirror and a very different sight was reflected back to her. Now she had a big grin on her face and her mood was totally lightened.

She thought to herself, ‘This woman certainly knows how to lift a girl’s mood. I thought I would be in a blue funk for a week after what happened tonight but here I am grinning like a fool and cannot wait for Saturday night to come around.’ With that, she went to bed, not even her sore pussy could dampen her mood and she drifted off into a thoroughly good night’s sleep.

*****

In a lesbian bar across town Joanie closed her cell phone and punched the air in delight. She then walked back to join her companions sitting at the bar.

One of those companions at the bar asked, “Good news, Joanie?”

“Oh yes, the best. At least I think it is. No, I’m sure it is.” She then turn to the girl serving the bar and said, “Shirley, give these ladies a round of drinks on me.”

Her friends gave each other knowing looks and turned to toast Joanie with their new drinks.

Joanie sat back on her bar stool, a big grin on her face. The girl at the corner table that she had been eyeing earlier, now forgotten.

*****

The following morning Amy woke early completely refreshed and rather surprised at her good humor. She used the toilet, cleaned her teeth and followed this with a quick shower. She went back to her bedroom, brushed her hair and then, not bothering with make-up, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt went downstairs for breakfast. She greeted her mother with a hug and a hearty, “Good morning Mom. What’s for breakfast? I’m famished.”

“You seem to be in a good mood today. Did you have a good time last night?” Amy’s mother asked curiously.

“As a matter of fact I did not and before you ask, I have finished with Mark. I never want to see him again,” Amy said forcefully.

“Wow!” Her mother said with a chuckle. “I broke up with a few boyfriends while I was growing up, but I never felt like singing and dancing the next day.”

“Don’t worry, my good mood has nothing to do with him. I am oh so over him.”

“Well, just as long as you are all right. Now sit down and drink some juice and I’ll make some waffles.”

Just then, the landline telephone started ringing and Amy’s mother went to answer it. She then called out, “Amy, it’s for you, it’s Mark.”

“Tell him to go jump, I do not want to speak to him,” Amy said with feeling.

“That is something you have to tell him yourself, young lady.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” Amy took the telephone from her mother and said into the phone, “Look I thought I made this quite plain last night. No, you listen to me. It’s over. Do you understand? I do not want to have anything to do with you now or in the future. It’s over and the sooner that you get to understand that the better. No, never mind about that. Look that is all I have to say and I am not remotely interested with what you have to say. No, you may not come over here to talk about it. Now my breakfast is getting cold. So goodbye and do not call again.” With that, she put the phone down and cut off whatever Mark was trying to say.

Amy walked back into the kitchen and found her mother looking at her with raised eyebrows. “Well, I don’t know what that poor boy has done but he has certainly got you all fired up.”

“Mom, I really do not want to talk about him, so please let’s drop the subject. Let’s eat breakfast,” Amy said while giving a mother a little smile.

Amy’s mother looked at her daughter with respect. She always knew she was strong willed and nobody’s fool but now she could see that she was growing up. She had to admit that although she felt a little sorry for the boy, after all, she had met him many times and he always appeared polite and respectful, she knew he must have done something to upset her daughter and she admired the way she handled the situation. She was very proud of her.

Amy sat down, picked up a waffle and placed it on her plate, she then reached for the syrup.

Amy’s mother was surprised to hear her daughter softly humming a tune as she poured the syrup.

*****

To be continued.