Debbie and Heather, Part V

by Debby

My body was aglow as I laid on my back, Rachel's right leg draped over mine, her head on my chest and her hand lazily on my stomach. I could feel her hair lightly upon my skin and the warmth of her skin thrilled me more than I could think of.

I wanted to make love to Rachel again, immediately! But I wanted to let my angel sleep for a while. We had time to have fun later on tonight, after dinner.

I was smiling to myself and enjoying how good I felt with Rachel when I heard the doorbell. I made sure Rachel didn't wake up and slid slowly out of bed to see who it was. I tossed on a pair of sweats and a fleece zip up and padded out to the front door.

Upon opening the door I found myself face to face with my other little lover, Heather. My entire body shivered slightly as I stared at her. I was still in my post sex trance and here was my other obsession standing before me. She had her lovely golden hair in a ponytail that moved and swung down her back. She wore a clean white button up top, a plaid skirt, high white socks with shin pads under them and cleats to match. She looked, as ever, delicious.

"Oh hi Heather" I stammered. My goodness I was acting like an unsure kid.

"Hi Debbie," she spoke quickly, "I called my mom to take me to my practice, but she had to work late and I wasn't sure where to go and so I got on my bike and I came over here because I thought maybe you could take me there and so I'm here and can you take me?"

"Uhh, sure sure, where is it?"

"At the school auxiliary field. In 15 minutes."

We tossed her bike in the back of the big Ram truck, after Rachel the best thing my ex left me, and left for practice. While driving through town I tried my hardest to not stare at Heather's shapely tasty legs and could feel her watching me with every move of my body. At a stop light I turned to her and was about to speak when she looked at me and spoke softly, innocently, and almost embarrassingly, "Debbie. . .I miss you."

I felt a surge of emotion course through my body as the words cascaded and danced around me. She missed me! I felt like a little girl! Only not as gorgeous as her. I reached out to her, resting my hand upon her arm, "I know honey. I miss being with you too."

We exchanged smiles and I realized how I missed kissing her pert lips and her feeling her enchanting tongue playing with mine.

Another stop light. The trip across town was taking forever as I hit ever red light imaginable. Heather was closer to me on the bench seats in the truck and her hand was on my leg as I let my fingers caress her arm up and down. She moved a little on the seat and her skirt rode up and I could see a bit of her panties. It could have been an accident, I doubted it, or she could have been showing off. Either way, I found myself staring long after I should have stopped.

I looked up from her thighs and into her big smiling eyes.

"They're new." She smiled as she spoke.

"They look nice Heather. Very nice."

"You think?" she looked down at herself, scooting a little down in her seat and lifting up the skirt, exposing to my full view her panties.

They were plain white cotton panties, without any frills. Plain, ordinary and exceptionally sexy on her.

"I think they are a little tight." She said. Heather moved her hand around the front of her panties, pulling at them so that I could clearly see her puffy pussy lips. I could feel my body ache for her.

Still more driving as Heather leaned back a little away from me, but pointed toward me, with her left leg bent and her thighs wide for me to see. As I drove her hand moved around her panties and fingers slowly moved over, lightly and gently, her young girl lips. I felt myself becoming increasingly aroused as she rubbed herself for me.

"Mmm, this feels good," she teased, "can you see me good Debbie?"

"Yes," I sighed, "I can see."

"This feels so good, you know what I mean?"

She was teasing and tempting me very good now.

"Ohh," she feigned surprise, "it looks like I'm a little wet." She looked up to me with her mouth in a little '0'.

With the car stopped at yet another light Heather gently guided my hand to her panties, my fingers sliding easily over her. I could feel the soft skin under my touch. My fingers found her wet spot and as the truck moved forward again Heather moaned gently. With half an eye on the road, my finger rubbed over her panties and between her lips and felt her young clit.

I slipped my finger under her panties as she sat forward on the seat, legs wide. My finger slipped between her lips, feeling the warm moistness of this little girl. She was slick to my touch and her breathing and pants came in fits and starts. The more we drove the hotter we both got.

At a train crossing I turned to her and pressed my finger between her lips and into her. She jumped slightly and let out a tiny sexual yelp.

"Oh my god, oh my god" Heather repeated, her muscles tensing and relaxing. As we waited I pushed my finger in and out of her, her body reacting to my touch. This little girl was a sexual vision and she was all mine, I thought.

By the time we set off again my finger was moving in and out of her very wet pussy fast and her panties, and seat, were soaked. I needed more, I thought. More of this girl.

"Take off your top honey." It came out of my mouth and I wasn't sure how wise of an idea it was, but she didn't hesitate and began to unbutton her top. I could see her nipples hard under her sports bra as she opened the shirt and shed it. In the light of the day and with my finger deep in her, Heather's freckles were more pronounced and I wanted her badly. Before the next block was covered she had freed herself from her bra and was teasing her nipples and lovely puffy areolas while alternately clenching her eyes closed and staring into mine.

After another mile on roads that were, luckily, almost deserted, my efforts were rewarded, as we crossed through downtown Heather leaned back, her muscles tight around my finger, and she shivered hard and quick, over and over, little squeals escaping her young body. She shook and moved her hips to me and panted and moaned and her pussy poured forth so much wonderful juice that I wanted nothing more than to make love to her forever.

With less than a mile to go I made a quick right turn, drove past the hospital and down onto one of the tiny side streets in the orange groves. I pulled off the road, with every intention of attacking this lovely creature.

As we stopped, I held my finger in her and she smiled at me.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked in her best little girl voice, which was even more sexy than I thought it could be.

"I'm going to taste you honey, I need to taste you."

She smiled at me, her fingers playing around her chest seductively.

I leaned over, my hands sliding up her thighs and keeping them open. I planted a kiss on her thigh and moved up her leg. I could smell her wetness and it urged me on. My tongue drew a line to her lips and I licked circles around her pussy, tasting every inch. Her body jumped and I could hear her breathe quicker as my tongue moved around and around. I found her clit and licked fast and was rewarded with her tiny fingers in my hair and her hips pressed to my face.

"Yes Debbie, I love it, oh god yes." was all I heard as my tongue pushed into her lovely young pussy. I tasted her juices, let them coat my mouth, my chin, my nose. And remembering what she had done, I moved up and surrounded her tiny hard clit with my lips and sucked. Gently at first and after she began almost yelling in ecstasy, increased the sucking. Again she shuddered and exploded on my mouth. Her body convulsed as she came multiple times. I kept my mouth on her not wanting to be without her taste on my tongue.

I slowly kissed away from her warm wet lips, down her thigh and planted a solid, exaggerated kiss on her knee. I looked at her face and smiled. Her face was a thing of joy. She was breathing heavy; her hair was disheveled, the light shining through the stray strands of blond hair, and her whole body trying to catch her breath. I smiled again.

"We need to get you to practice."

Heather, slowly, almost in a trance, put her top back on and sat right next to me, her hand caressing my arm, along my neck, in my hair. She was showing her emotions with her touch. She kissed my hand lightly as she pressed to me.

As we pulled into the parking lot, other girls walking to the field for practice, Heather pressed closer to me, her hand moving to the zipper on my fleece. I parked at the far end of the lot, under one of the large leafy trees that delivered shade to the lot.

"Uhh, Heather, what are you doing?" I asked as I looked out of the truck window, to see who was nearby.

"Nothing," came the sweet reply, though her tiny fingers kept lightly tugging at the zipper. Before long it was almost unhooked and I did nothing but stare at Heather. She completed her task of unzipping me with a look of concentrated fascination on her face. She looked up at me as she slipped her hand into my top. I could feel her cool fingers on my warm skin. Slowly they moved between my breasts. I worried that they weren't perfect. I always worried about that. She stared into my eyes for an eternity as the tips of her fingers danced lightly over my breast and lightly pulled on my very erect nipple. I sighed.

"Heather, I. . ." I started to say. I didn't want to stop her, but there was a chance of getting caught, even though we were far from the others.

"They won't see," she said confidently, as she reached down and placed her field hockey bag on the dash, concealing us more. She leaned closer to me, opening my top all the way, exposing my breasts to her and to anyone else who might wander by. As she pulled one nipple she pressed her lips to my other. At that moment, I didn't care who would have seen.

Her full young lips surrounded my nipple and she sucked gently, lovingly. I cradled her head as she sucked and licked my nipple. For an instant I wished I could lactate for her. I started to breathe deeper, enjoying the sensations of this 12 year old licking and playing with my breasts. Heather then became more aggressive. Her sucking became more pronounced and she teased me with her teeth. I jumped as she became more aggressive and I realized once again she was no novice.

I was rubbing myself over my sweats and moaning softly when she looked up and mouthed "I love you." As she did, I felt a small orgasm fly through my body, with my wetness increasing. With a quick look around, she moved close to me, and kissed me. Softly, deeply, passionately. I kissed her back like my lover. She WAS my lover and I kissed her with every bit of my soul as I could. I took her hand and guided it under the band of my sweats.

Her tiny hand found my lips, which were on fire at this point. Her finger found my clit quickly and she caressed it in little circles as I moaned into her little mouth. I could hear how wet I was as her fingers played between my lips.

She broke the kiss, smiled wryly, and slowly pushed two fingers into my hot pussy. I could almost feel myself melt as her fingers slowly pressed into me. My muscles, though nearly Jello, squeezed her fingers. She moved her fingers in and out, inserting a third that nearly made me explode right then and there.

"OH god Heather. . .Oh yes. . .fuck yes." Was the emotion I could manage while she brought me closer to a huge orgasm.

"Cum for me Debbie," she whispered to me, "cum for Heather. Cum for this little girl." With that I could hold on no longer, my hips pushed forward, my arms tightened, my stomach muscles tensed up and I felt as though my nipples might fly off my body. I kissed her hard so as not to scream with joy. Our lips, bodies, beings, were as one.

I held Heather close, panting hard, never wanting to let go. After what seemed like hours, but what was probably 5 minutes, I looked at her sweet face and smiled and received a smile in return.

"You should go honey, it's time for your practice."

Heather smiled, "You're right." She adjusted her panties, made sure she was fully dressed and slyly licked a finger clean while watching me. I smiled a knowing smile.

She climbed down from the cab, bag in hand, and was just about ready to go when I stopped her and leaned to her side of the cab, speaking softly.

"Heather I need to ask you something."

She cocked her head to the side.

"Heather, who. . ..who taught you to do . . .what you do to me?" She looked toward the field quickly, then moved to me.

"Well," she started to whisper, leaning with her lips within inches of my face, "let me tell you a secret. . ."

Her lips brushed my cheek and moved to my ear. I could feel her warm breath and soft lips on my skin.

"Her name is. . . ." her whisper was barely audible, "Mom."

She smiled a big smile, and bounded away with her ponytail bouncing about the back of her white shirt.

I sat there for a moment, thinking. Her mom! That was a lot to think about. And I thought of the implications and possibilities all the way home.

When I got home, reeking of cum and satisfaction, still thinking about Heather, I encountered Rachel. She was still in my bed, but this time awake. She was naked, on my bed, standing on her knees and smiling at me as I came in the room.

"Mom," she started, "can we watch this?" It was a dvd I had bought less than a week ago titled Women and Young Girls. She held it in her left hand and rand her right hand up her stomach and between what breasts she had.

"Honey, we can watch whatever you want."

I took off my top and sweats and placed a full kiss on Rachel's little mouth.

"Thank you Mommy." Came her sweet reply.

To be continued.