Santa Monica Seduction, Part 9 – Admiration & Revelation

by Alice Gee

Amy came to, cradled in Joanie’s arms. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked lovingly at the older woman. Joanie bent down, kissed her gently on the lips, and said. “How do feel darling?”

“Absolutely exhausted, drained, happy and well-fucked,” came the young girl’s smiling response. She returned the kiss and then looked questioningly into Sheila’s eyes.

“What’s wrong, poppet,” Joanie asked with a furrow on her brow.

“There’s no cum left on your face. What happened to it because I must have cum buckets?” Amy asked plaintively.

“I went to the bathroom and washed already. You were out for about five minutes; I was getting a little worried about you.”

“That’s not fair, I want my share,” Amy pouted.

Joanie laughed and said, “Don’t worry my lovely; if you are willing, you will have plenty more opportunities to lick cum of my face some other time.”

They dozed for a while until Amy stirred and then leaned over and kissed Joanie and said, “I need to get ready. I promised Stephanie that I would have lunch with her. Also I really need to use the bathroom, I need to take a ‘you know what’. Then I want to take another shower and get dressed. Then I’m going to beg you for a ride home,” Amy said between little kisses on Joanie’s lips.

“No problem, I have to take you home to see if I’m going to get that poke in the eye,” Joanie said with a smile on her face. “Now as to the ‘you know what’ I think I need to take one of those as well, though I don’t think we should share a bathroom for that. So you can use the bathroom in the second bedroom and I will use the one in this bedroom. When you have finished you can either shower in there or come and join me in here. Then I will drive you home.” Joanie said as she pulled Amy to her feet and indicated where the second bedroom was.

So when they had each taken care of their ‘calls of nature’, they showered together in the bathroom in the main bedroom. Both women used shower caps on this occasion. There was a lot of stroking and kissing but no further lovemaking. Both woman and girl were well satiated at the moment and content to just kiss and cuddle.

*****

When they both got dressed. Joanie was conscious that she might be taking two pretty young girls to lunch. She knew that almost all the eyes would be on the youngsters but was determined that she would at least look chic and so draw some appreciative eyes her way. Therefore, she donned a pair of Chloe white, wide leg pants and an Alberta Ferretti cream- colored silk painted top. On her feet, she wore a pair of cream-colored Chanel pumps with three-inch heels. She would remove them for driving but they would give that extra bit of height while she was walking. Amy settled for the pair of Tommy denim shorts and white sleeveless halter top that she had packed in her overnight bag.

Joanie took another twenty minutes putting on her face. A layer of make-up without which it would have been quite unthinkable for her to face the outside world. The fact that a beautiful teenager had been with her all morning, making love, quite unperturbed by Joanie’s natural face was completely lost on the older woman.

Before they left the apartment, Joanie took Amy in her arms and kissed her lightly on the lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick. She then looked into her eyes and said, “I have so enjoyed our night together, my darling Amy. I hate to see you leave.”

“This has been such an incredible night for me. I do not want it to end either but unfortunately; we have to get back to our lives. And I have to go to school tomorrow, there is no getting around that.”

“I know, I just don’t know when I am going to see you again,” Joanie said with a frown.

“The problem is that my school week is full of activity. I cannot neglect my studies; I have set my heart on UCLA so I do not want to jeopardize that. Also, if I started skipping sport’s practice then my friends would get curious and my parents would soon find out,” Amy responded with a rueful look on her face and then went on, “I have your phone number so if an opportunity presents itself during the week I can phone you to set something up, otherwise, I think we will have to wait until the next weekend. I would not be able to stay the night but I could be here early in the morning and stay all day.”

“Then that’s what we will plan for. If you can get away during the week give me a call, if not call me on Friday night and I’ll arrange to pick you up on Saturday morning and bring you back here.”

“Actually, that may be a good thing because my pussy is quite sore and sensitive right now and is going to need some recovery time.” Amy stated with a mischievous grin on her face.

“A young pussy like yours does not take long to recover. I predict that you will be ready to go again tomorrow. I further predict that you’ll be diddling yourself by Tuesday night,” Joanie said with a smirk.

“I will not!” Amy responded indignantly with a blush forming on her face.

“We’ll see,” Joanie said with a knowing smile and then added, “If you do feel the urge to diddle yourself, give me a call so that I can share it with you.”

“That sounds a little weird to me,” Amy said dubiously.

“No, it’s not, I think you’ll find it quite a turn on,” Joanie predicted, “Just try it and see what you think.”

“I don’t know, let me think about it.”

“Have I been wrong so far?” Joanie asked.

“No, I guess not,” Amy answered.

“Well, try it and see if you like it. You can always hang up if you think it is too weird for you.” Joanie smiled as she put her arm around the young girl to reassure her. “Now let’s get going. You need to meet your friend and actually, I am a little intrigued at what her reaction is going to be. How about I wait around when I get you home and if she is agreeable then I will take you both out to lunch.” Joanie looked expectantly at Amy as she said this. From Joanie’s point of view, she could not know enough sixteen-year-old girls. You never knew when you would get lucky. Maybe even get a little threesome action going. Joanie shivered as that delicious thought ran through her head.

The more Joanie thought about it the better it all sounded. ‘After all you could never tell with these young girls. They have no preconceived ideas when they first start with lesbian sex. Their minds are open and pliable. Look at this beauty before me, as beautiful a piece of female flesh as you could wish to find. Looking at her a person would believe that she was completely innocent and unspoiled but get her in the sack and she turns into a complete wanton, who is game for anything. I’ve never met a young girl who accepted anal sex as easily and completely. I have only scraped the surface with this one. Who knows what she will ultimately be capable of?’ Joanie mused to herself.

Amy was looking up at Joanie. She could see that she was deep in thought but had no idea what was going through the older woman’s mind. All things considered, it was just as well that Amy was no mind reader as she might have been less than pleased if she knew the way Joanie’s thoughts were going. Finally, the young girl said, “Well, I will ask Stephanie if she would like to go to lunch with us but I think it unlikely that she will agree. After all, she is likely to be quite shocked at what I am going to tell her and I was thinking that I would need to sit her down and have a long persuasive talk with her to bring her around.”

“That’s OK; you just go in and talk to her. I will wait outside. If you feel that everything is going well then you can invite me in and introduce me. If on the other hand you feel she would not be responsive at this time, you can let me know. I will leave and meet her another day.”

*****

Joanie then opened the door to allow Amy to exit the apartment, she made sure that the door was locked and then they both walked over to the elevator and stood together as they waited for the elevator car to arrive.

As the doors opened, a striking young blonde woman exited the car. Amy recognized her immediately. “Oh Me God! It’s you! You’re Emily Foster! I recognize you! You’re a TV and movie star!” A very excited Amy exclaimed. Amy had spotted many TV and movie stars while out and about in the Los Angeles area but this was the first time she had met one ‘face to face’.

The beautiful blonde smiled and nodded at Amy and then turned to Joanie and said, “Hello Joanie. How are you? I’ve not seen you for a while.”

“Yes,” Joanie answered, “We seem to keep different hours. It’s been about two weeks since I last saw you.”

With that, both of the women embraced and bussed each other on both cheeks. In doing so their cheeks barely touched while they placed imaginary kisses around two inches away from each other’s ears. Then Joanie spoke up, “Emily, I would like to introduce you to Amy. Amy is a very dear friend of mine who obviously recognizes you from your TV shows. Emily Foster meet Amy Williams. Amy Williams meet Emily Foster.”

Emily turned to Amy with a tolerant smile on her face. She had immediately understood the term ‘very dear friend’ as a euphemism for lover. She had known Joanie for many years and they shared many mutual friends. “Hello Amy, I am so pleased to meet you. Any friend of Joanie’s is a friend of mine.” Emily smiled indulgently at Amy, she was well used to the effect her presence has on some susceptible members of the public. She attempted to put a dumbstruck Amy at her ease by saying, “Really there is no need to be overawed. What I do is just a job. A little more glamorous than most but a job none the less.”

With that, she held out her arms and embraced a star- struck Amy. Emily whispered in Amy’s ear while giving her a brief hug, “I think you are very beautiful. You are a very pretty young woman and if you should ever want an introduction to the studio, I would be very happy to do that. Just let Joanie know and I will set it up.” With that she turned back to Joanie and said, “I’m absolutely bushed, we had a four thirty shoot this morning and I need to get to bed for a short nap.”

“I looked for you at Rita’s birthday party last night but didn’t see you. Now I know why,” Joanie said with a smile on her face.

“Yeh. I wanted to go and Rachel was looking forward to it but no-one would have been pleased if I had turned up this morning reeking of gin and with blood shot eyes.” Emily said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Now I need to go in there and make it up to Rachel.”

“OK, goodbye Emily, keep in touch,” Joanie said while stepping in to the elevator. As she stepped into the elevator, she gave a daydreaming Amy a little shake of the shoulder.

“Yes, I sure will, I will call you in the week because I want to set something up for next weekend. To make up for Rachel missing the party. Goodbye Joanie, goodbye Amy.” This last salutation was accompanied with a big beaming smile and directed at the obviously overawed and admiring Amy.

“Y...yes, goodbye Emily. I...er...I mean...it has been a pleasure to meet you,” Amy stammered out while looking rapturously at a smiling Emily.

Joanie hit the down button and the door closed cutting off the sight of the very beautiful blonde TV star.

“Wow! Did you see that? Emily Foster. I met Emily Foster and she actually spoke to me. Wow! Nobody is going to believe this.” Amy then turned to Joanie and asked, “Did I look a total klutz there. I felt I should be saying something but nothing would come out. She even offered to introduce me to her studio. Why would she do that? After all, I am a total stranger. Do you think I should?”

Joanie looked at Amy and said, “Well, to start with, she saw that you were with me. So she would assume, correctly, that you are part of the ‘Sisterhood’ and we sisters take care of each other, help each other whenever we can. She sees that you are beautiful, so you are already half way there. So maybe you have that little bit extra that could mean that you have the potential to make it in Tinseltown. I think you should give it some thought. You are beautiful and studios are always on the look out for new talent, but keep it in perspective. Many girls try but very few actually make it. Give it a go if you really want to but don’t lose sight of your education and your entrance to college. And before you do anything, make sure you talk it over with your parents. And, of course, you will need to come up with a plausible explanation of how you met Emily.”

This gave the eager Amy pause for thought but she was still bubbling with excitement when they reached the underground garage.

*****

Joanie helped Amy into the car; she then settled herself in and then drove out of the complex to make the drive to Mar Vista. Joanie drove the Lexus into Amy’s street, entered the driveway and parked the car. She turned to Amy and said, “Well, I am going to get a poke in the eye or do you agree that you are one well fucked and satiated young girl.”

“You are definitely not getting a poke in the eye and I think that I am all those things you said and more, including very happy. I want to kiss you but I can see Stephanie looking and I need to break it to her gently, and you never know how many neighbors are watching,” Amy said with a rueful smile.

“You go on in and break the news to your friend. I hope everything works out because I would really like to get to know Stephanie; after all, I owe her a debt of gratitude for making last night possible. I would like to show my appreciation to her in some way but only if you feel that I should. So go on, I will wait here and you let me know what if we are all going to lunch or not,” Joanie said giving Amy’s bare thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Well, there is only one way to find out, I can see her looking and she must be wondering why I’m taking so long to get out of the car, so I had better get on with it. She will have already seen you so there is no hiding the fact that it is a woman bringing me home.”

Amy smiled a nervous smile at Joanie; she placed her hand over the hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. She then added, "Wish me luck.” With that, she opened the car door and exited the car. She turned and retrieved her bag from the rear seat. She waved to Stephanie in the window and walked up the steps to the house one very nervous young girl, all her previous bravado completely disappeared.

*****

Stephanie had heard the car pull up into the drive. She walked over to the window to look out. She saw the dark blue vehicle; she did not recognize the make but thought that it looked expensive. She could see that the driver was a woman and this reinforced her opinion that this must be the guy’s mother. After all, why would she be there? She saw Amy get out of the car, reach into the back seat for her overnight bag, turn and mount the steps to the front door. Stephanie hurried to the door to open it. She was eager to hear all the juicy details of Amy’s overnight adventure, including such minutiae as how many times she had sex, had she had an orgasm, if so how many and the size of the guy’s dick. In other words normal girl talk after a night out. She hardly gave any further thought to the female driving the car.

*****

Stephanie pulled open the door and dragged the trembling Amy inside. She looked out the door and noticed that the car was still parked there with the woman sat inside, apparently making no effort to leave. “Who’s that?” Stephanie asked curiously, “Are you going to ask her in?”

Amy looked at her friend and replied, “Not yet, I need to talk to you first.”

“OK, let’s go into the kitchen, I’ve made some iced tea. We can sit down and have a glass and you can start to tell me all about it. And leave nothing out, or else!” Stephanie said as she pulled a reluctant Amy into the kitchen a broad smile on her beautiful face.

“OK! OK! Take it easy, your pulling my arm off,” Amy protested as she sat on one of the high chairs at the island in the center of the kitchen.

“Right then, start at the beginning and stop when you get to the end. I may ask for some extra juicy details at certain points along the way,” Stephanie was smiling broadly, as she reached for the jug. “By the way you did not tell me who the woman in the car was.”

Now that the actual moment had arrived, Amy had no idea how to begin. She had thought there would be no problem in confiding in Stephanie, her best friend of more years than she could remember. After all, they had shared everything up to now. Every bit of information on school, boys and sex had been shared between them, every change in their physical development had been discussed down to the minutest detail, everything had been open, and nothing had been taboo. But now, suddenly Amy was fearful, afraid of her friend’s reaction. Amy took a deep breath and blurted out, “She is my date! She is the woman I went to the party with and the one I spent the night with.” Amy looked fearfully at Stephanie, watching her closely to see if she could gage her reaction.

Stephanie gawped back at Amy, she was stock still, her hand held the glass jug. She had been about to pour but now the jug was poised above the table. A pin drop would have crashed through the kitchen if such a thing had happened. Still Stephanie stared open-mouthed back at Amy.

Finally, Amy said, “Please Steph, say something. I’m so scared that you are going to hate me and that you will not want to be my friend any more.”

Stephanie seemed to shake herself back to conscious thought and looked long and hard at the trembling Amy, finally she said, “This is not a joke, is it? You are serious. I have so many questions I want to ask but don’t know where to begin, or even if I should begin. Goodness Amy, you certainly know how to get a person’s attention. OK I’ll start with the obvious question. I take it that we are talking lesbian here. That you have spent the last night in the arms of a lesbian. An old one at that, and doing things that lesbians do, whatever they may be?”

“Well, yes, that is how it is,” Amy responded fearfully.

“So how long have you known that you are a lesbian?” Stephanie asked quizzically.

“Well, I’m not that sure I should call myself an out-and- out lesbian. I was kind of experimenting. To see what it was like. You know, after my experience with Mark last week, I wondered if it might be better with a woman,” Amy said with a quiver in her voice.

“And was it?”

“Well ... er ... yes. Actually, it was great. Making love with a woman can be a very satisfying experience.”

“So to conduct your experiment you had to go out and find the ‘Wicked Witch of the West’. Where did you find her incidentally?” Stephanie asked forcefully.

“I didn’t, she found me. You remember that last week we were at the mall in Santa Monica. You, me and Rosie. Well, she was sat at the next table, when you all left she came and sat next to me. She ended up giving me a ride home. She invited me to the party then but it was only after the episode with Mark that I decided to accept.” Amy was fearful of where this conversation was going, as Stephanie seemed angrier than she expected. She was expecting her friend to be shocked, disgusted even but not angry. She was almost acting as if I had two-timed her, had been unfaithful to her.

As if to confirm her thoughts, Stephanie said, “So you wanted to experiment, so you went out and found an old bag like her. What about me? Am I not good enough for you?”

It was Amy’s turn to be shocked with her mouth hanging open, “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean? We have done everything together since we were babies. Told each other everything, shared everything. Until yesterday that is. Now you are sneaking off, having secrets. Keeping things from me.” Stephanie looked at Amy belligerently. “And by the way. Why is that old dyke waiting around outside? Does she expect me to give my blessing to your little relationship or am I the next on her list?”

Amy began to realize that what Stephanie was feeling was not so much anger as jealousy. Amy got to her feet and walked around the kitchen island took the glass jug that Stephanie was still holding and placed it on the table. She then put her two hands on Stephanie’s face and looked directly into her eyes and said, “You are plenty good enough for me. I think you are very beautiful, I have always thought that. It is just that I have not had these kinds of thoughts before. I have never thought of making love to women but now that I do, you would be the one I would choose as a lover before all others.”

With that, Amy pulled Stephanie’s face down to hers and placed her lips on her friend’s mouth. She closed her eyes and began to sensuously kiss her friend. She gently ran her tongue over her Stephanie’s lips until her mouth opened and allowed Amy’s tongue to enter. Stephanie’s arms went around Amy, she pulled her towards her, and the kiss became more urgent, more passionate, Amy’s hands continued to hold Stephanie’s face while Stephanie’s hands roamed up and down Amy’s back.

Finally, they broke apart; Amy looked at Stephanie and said, “Well, what do you think?”

“What do I think? I don’t know what to think. All these years I think that secretly I have wanted you but never admitted it even to myself. Now I find you going off and making love to a woman, an old woman at that and I think I am jealous. I am also thinking that life is unfair. Why couldn’t I have been your first? Why couldn’t we have realized this yesterday and it could have been me that you slept with last night, not Greta Garbo out there? And another thing that I am thinking is. Are you going to tell ‘Miss Hollywood 1960’ to skedaddle or am I,” Stephanie said with a smile.

“I had better do it. You might end up giving her a poke in the eye.” Amy laughed aloud and then said, “Sorry, private joke. You wait for me by the front door while I tell her to go. Then we will take this upstairs. We have at least four hours until my folks get home and I want to make the most of them. I have learned a lot in the last twenty four hours and I want to pass on some of my knowledge to you.”

With that, Amy ran out through the door to tell Joanie that she had talked things over with Stephanie and that everything was all right but that they had decided that they would eat (each other) at home instead.