Rain In The Park

by DudetoDude

It was at the park when I first noticed her. A woman in her 50s I had guessed, sitting crossed legged on the blanket eating her picnic lunch, reading a book and enjoying the warm July summer sun. Like most days, now that school was out for the summer, I sat at the park to feed the birds and enjoy reading my Danielle Steele novels. Most of my friends were away at their divorced parent's home for summer visitation, not that I had many friends. My Mother was also a single parent and working way too hard. As a result I had plenty of time on my hands so I would spend hours reading and my favorite place was the park. I usually sit by the park fountain listening to the water fall and soaking up some rays. I was doing that today.

While people watching, I think everyone does that, I glanced at a woman sitting not far from me and she gestured as if to say hello. Caught by surprise I acknowledged her gaze and went back to reading my book. Strangely enough I found myself stealing glances at her from time to time to admire this older, classy looking woman.

She was wearing simple kaki colored shorts, a sleeveless T-shirt and her hair was short, just above her shoulders. She dressed average but there was something about how she wore her clothes and tastefully accessorized that made her look stunning. She wore make-up but not as much as some of the older women I have seen in the past. She wore lovely jewelry, not gaudy or anything like that, but most appropriate for her. My mind began to wonder about her and what she did, who she was, and how many lovers she has had in her life. I wondered what I would look like at her age and couldn't imagine myself that old. How silly I thought, at 15 I've got better things to do than to daydream like that. I must be reading too many romance novels I mused.

Later that week, I saw her again at the same spot in the park and like before, she was enjoying what little sun was able to peek through the forming clouds, feeding the birds, and reading her book. We exchanged brief eye contact and another hello as I walked past her to my favorite sitting spot just a few yards away. On this day, the sun was peeking in and out and there were times that it looked like rain. Suddenly I heard a loud thunder and the sky opened up dumping a deluge of water creating a brief panic for those of us that were getting wet. Several, scurried for cover and I was soaked right through my clothes within only. My white shorts and T-shirt became instantly transparent exposing my red colored panties and braless breasts. What a day to wear red fringing panties I thought.

The older woman came to me holding her blanket over her head forming a protective tent and asked if I would like to come under. I quickly moved under her blanket now relieved to get out of the rain and it was then that I noticed her warm smile as we made small talk about the rain. I felt my nipples go erect from the chill and from being wet. I noticed her staring at me, kind of like she was checking me out. Actually she had fixed her gaze on my breasts.

I looked down, and to my embarrassment, my breasts were clearly exposed through my soaked T-shirt. Again asking myself why I didn't wear a bra that day. The form of my small breasts were clearly in view and my nipples were visibly detailed and on display.

I felt totally embarrassed but would have made a great wet T-shirt contest champion. I must have turned ten shades of red as I instinctively crossed my arms across my chest to cover up and to ward off the sudden chill.

"I'm so embarrassed," I said.

"Don't worry about it," she explained, "it's only us girls here."

We laughed and began walking towards the parking lot.

"By the way I'm Rose," I said as I extended my free hand.

"I'm Beth," she introduced herself.

The two women ran toward the parking lot as the rain began to fall even harder. Fortunately Beth's car was close and both women jumped in. Rose was sticking to the leather seats of the Lexus and was feeling cold.

"Where's your car Rose?"

"I'm only 15, I rode my bike here today," Rose explained, "It's chained up over there."

"Well there's no way you can ride in this rain, you're already soaked, you'll catch a death of cold," the older woman commented sounding genuinely concerned.

"I only live a few blocks away, why don't you come to my place and we can throw your wet things in the dryer and we can come back for your bike later." Beth offered.

"I wouldn't want to put you out," explained Rose, looking up and seeing no end in sight to the rain.

"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all," Beth said as she put the car in gear and skillfully reversed it out onto the road.

As Rose sat shivering, she began to feel the heated seat feature begin to warm her butt. The older women made small talk as they drove a short distance to some an older upscale neighborhood of lovely oak lined streets. A short distance later, Beth pulled the Lexus up to the driveway and as if on cue, the garage door opened to allow them entry. Rose was still cold from being wet and noticed her nipples were still very erect from what felt like cool air from the car air conditioner.

Rose usually enjoyed this sensation and always enjoyed the sight of her lovely 32Cs when they looked like that. It excited her when she looked at them nude and erect in the mirror but not right now. Now was not the time, and she felt a little embarrassed right now. Rose had hoped that Beth hadn't noticed, but Beth it was too late, she did.

Beth was thinking to herself how lovely this girl was. How beautiful of a figure she had and how perfectly rounded and upright her breasts looked under that soaked T-shirt of hers. Unlike her 50 year old sagging breasts, she envied the girl's youth.

Beth eased the car perfectly into the garage and both entered the house just as the sun was beginning to peek through.

"Wouldn't you know it," Beth said shaking her head.

Beth showed the younger woman up the stairs from the garage to the main level of the expensively decorated home. She led her down the corridor directly to her bedroom and handed Rose a soft plush terrycloth bathrobe for her to wear while her clothes would be drying. Both women were roughly the same height but Beth was much wider around the hips waist. She felt fortunate that she was still into a size 5 and figured her robe would fit Rose just nicely. Now in the kitchen, Rose stood there for a moment realizing that she was wearing the bath robe of a woman she had only met just a few minutes before. Maybe she was too trusting Rose thought to herself but Beth seemed like a very nice lady. Both women began to chit chat as the older woman proceeded to mix iced tea. Beth explained that she was 55 years old, divorced and both of her children were grown up and on their own.

"I'm just a lonely empty nester," she joked.

There was no need for her to work other than for personal satisfaction, she had no debts and her settlement was a good one, and so it should have been, Beth explained in a venomous tone of voice, "he left me for a younger woman that son of a bitch!"

How terrible Beth must have felt, Rose thought to herself and felt sad for her. She has seen the negative effects of divorce all of her life both with her own parents and that of her friends. Rose couldn't help notice how attractive this older woman looked though. She was slim, had an enviously petite figure for a woman her age and of course she was classy and charming. To Rose, Beth appeared to be the type of woman that Rose could aspire to be, self confident and intelligent. Rose became more enamored with the older woman as the conversation continued despite the obvious age difference and they had been getting along quiet well. It was strange to Rose at the time but Beth didn't come across as an older lady but rather more as a friend and someone that would listen and speak to her at her level. Beth was easy to talk to and Rose was very impressed that she would be even talking to such a classy lady let alone sitting in her kitchen wearing this woman's bath robe and sipping tea! For a 15 year old Rose felt like quiet the adult!

Rose contrasted her mother who was also 55 years old and Beth concluded that her new friend wasn't anything like her mother at all. As the conversations carried on, Rose continued to notice how Beth had taken a genuine interest in everything that she had to say and Rose enjoyed the attention. The older woman had a way about her that drew you in and made you feel at ease, and so the two women talked about friends, school and family, and of course their shared passion, books.

Realizing that both of them were avid readers, Rose was impressed that Beth had collected every Danielle Steele book in hard cover. She led Rose into the in the high ceiling wooden paneled formal den and showed off her book collection. Rose didn't realize Danielle Steele had written so many novels. The younger woman also noticed several beautifully leather bounded books in a separate collection entitled "Sensual One". It had caught her eye and, her 15 year old curiosity.

Rose wanted to grab one of those editions down from the shelf and glance through it but thought better of it. Not sure exactly what the brown leather bounded books in the collection contained. She secretly wished she could have taken one home to read it at night in the seclusion of her own room. It would be a nice diversion to her regular routine of getting herself off as she usually did almost every night since she discovered masturbation almost 3 years ago.

Her thoughts were snapped back to the present as the disturbing sound of the dryer buzzer went off alerting that the dry cycle was completed.

"Oh! Your clothes are ready, Beth told her.

Meanwhile, Beth was secretly wishing it had taken longer for the clothes to dry, because seeing this young attractive girl dressed in her robe secluded alone with her in the den had intrigued her. Especially when the robe would struggle to break free of its flimsy tie wraps but Rose would always manage to secure it just at the precise moment.

My robe looked better on her than on me Beth thought as she took in the view of this young girl allowing her the sight of her to burn the image in her imagination. Rose was half her age and yet so mature. Beth had also stolen a partial glimpse of Rose's perfect breasts beneath the robe and she surprised herself as she wondered why looking at Rose that way had intrigued her so. Seeing this young woman in a sexual way for a fleeting moment was a new sensation that she had not experienced before. I was just admiring her youthful figure and charming personality, Beth rationalized, was that wrong?

Beth moved to the laundry room and retrieved Rose's T-shirt and panties from the dryer,

"Your shorts are still a little damp," she commented while observing how tiny Rose's panties were and threw the shorts back in the dryer for a few more minutes. Beth admired the thong panties she was holding as she folded Rose's T-Shirt as she reflected back when that was the panties she style of panties she used to wear. Beth couldn't help imagining how Rose would look wearing those panties. The image of Rose wearing only panties and her bare breasts flashed briefly through her mind again, and to Beth's surprise, she found it sexually stimulating.

Enjoying this new mental flirtation, Beth was secretly happy that the shorts were still not ready. It bought her more time with Rose, more time for what she thought? Beth handed Rose her panties and Top and both women locked eyes for just a moment. Beth smiled and mumbled that they are the same shade of crimson like the ones in the illustrations.

"What illustrations?" Rose asked.

"The ones in here," and with that comment Beth walked over to the large book case and pulled a book down from the shelf entitled "Sensual One A Complete Guide to Human Sexuality," and opened it up to show the colored illustrations of lingerie and lacy things. Beth faced Rose and pointed to the picture of the exact thongs.

"Wow! That's a pretty cool book!" Rose said out loud, her eyes wide open with curiosity as Beth handed it to her.

"They do look the same don't they?" as both woman looked at the illustrations, giggled and agreed.

Without thinking, Rose began skimming through the pages with amazement and realized it was an instructional book on sexuality, complete with illustrations and instructions. It was one in a set of four in Beth's collection. Nervously, Rose placed the book back on the shelf and commented on how much she admired Beth's book collections.

"If you promise to look after them and return them, you're welcome to borrow any of them some time," Beth offered.

Rose was excited at the prospect that she would access to more of Daniel Steele's novels.

Another annoying sound emitted from the dryer and finally the shorts were dry. Rose proceeded to the bathroom and got dressed.

"Thank you so much for getting me out of the rain today Beth," Rose told the older woman as she nervously motioned that she was ready to head out.

Beth drove Rose back to the park to pick up her bike and the younger girl thanked Beth once again and rode off home realizing that after all, she didn't even have a way of contacting Beth if she wanted to later.

That night Beth didn't go right to sleep. As a matter of fact she was far too restless and decided to have a late night dip in her pool to settle herself down. Her yard was very private and the pool was secluded being surrounded by immaculately manicured shrubs and gardens, and like many other nights Beth swam in her pool naked. She found it so relaxing and sensuous being free in the still of the night with just the shimmer of the moon beams for light. She let her mind wonder to reflect the day's events and thoughts of her chance meeting of such a lovely girl like Rose were swirling in her mind. Beth had enjoyed her company and was intrigued at how much they shared in their mutual love of reading. Beth also relished the mental picture of Rose's young fresh breasts through her wet T-shirt and wished hers were still perky and high like hers.

Later that night as Beth prepared for bed, she put on the same bath robe that Rose had worn just a few hours earlier and she could still detect a hint of the girl's scent on the robe. As her mind replayed the scene of the day, and, like she had done most nights before, she fondled herself until she experienced what she was striving for. The difference tonight was that Rose seemed to be the center of her fantasies.

Beth had questioned herself on her emotions that evening and wondered why this young girl had this effect on her, and why was she now the object of her sexual fantasies. First of all I'm not a lesbian she reasoned, and secondly, it's probably because I haven't been laid since before the divorce. What ever it was, tonight she had cum with such intensity that had fallen asleep completely drained and spent.

It was several days later that Beth and Rose ran into each other at Barnes & Noble. After the usual courtesy exchanges Beth noticed that Rose was holding a copy of Sensual One. It was the same book she had shown Rose and she noticed that Rose seemed a little nervous and blushed being caught holding it.

"Hey I have that one!" Beth said, "Remember? don't buy it, just borrow mine and save yourself some money. There's a whole set of four you know."

"I know," Rose replied embarrassingly," after you showed your copy I just had to have it. To be honest, my Mom would kill me if she knew I was reading this stuff, she still treats like a kid and I know she would not approve."

"Well it's pretty much everything you need to know about sexuality, you know, the birds and the bees? You know about that stuff right? Beth asked with a sincere tone in her voice.

"Ah, yep!, I guess," Rose stuttered, my Mom hasn't actually told me anything, I learned it all from my friends in school."

"Yes I suppose other 15 year olds would know it all," Beth commented back sarcastically, knowing that this girl has not had the talk!

Anyway Beth, I'm also picking up a copy of "Message from Nam, her latest book," showing Beth the hardcover edition.

"Gracious!" Beth gasped, unless you want a whole set of your own, you're welcome to borrow mine anytime, my dear girl it will cost you a fortune, just borrow mine!".

"Really Beth, I'd like that, you sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not, well it's settled then," Beth said. "Drop by anytime to pick them up, as a matter of fact I'll be home later today for the rest of the night if you're not busy later."

"Ok Beth, I might just do that, I am kind of broke anyway and I really appreciate it, thanks, please give me your cell number so I can call you later."

Rose didn't have any plans that night, and as usual like most nights actually, Rose didn't have anything else going on and her Mother was working the second shift so she was actually looking forward to spending some time with Beth. The 15 year old was amazed to know a woman like Beth. She was a gracious and attractive woman that seemed to have it all together. She was pretty cool to talk to and sometimes forgot the age differences between them. Beth was the sort of woman that Rose could admire and found herself looking forward to later that evening when she could surround herself with all of those books at Beth's house available there for to read. Being 15 and a bookworm wasn't the most popular thing to be in a world of video games and smart phones but Rose was content with the few friends she did have and of course her books. Later that night after Rose's Mom left for work she called Beth and asked if she could still Ok to come over and pick up Message from Nam.

"Oh! I'm so glad you came, Beth said as she happily greeted the young girl at the door. "I was just mixing up some Long Island Ice Tea, would you like a Coke or something?"

"That ice tea drink you just said sounds pretty good, can I have one of those?"

"It tastes just like iced tea but it has alcohol, I don't think so Rose." Beth noticed immediately the disappointed look on Rose's face and could tell that she was disappointed that Beth would treat her like a little kid.

"Well, on the other hand, if you don't tell anyone I'll let you have just a little, it tastes like tea but believe me it packs a punch!" Beth smiled realizing that she was still cool and didn't fall from favor.

"I thought I'd drop by like you said and borrow your Message From Nam, and maybe the other one, if you don't mind, my Mom is working nights right now and I'd rather not sit around alone if you don't mind."

"Sure no problem," Beth said. "From one book lover to another, you can help yourself to anything off those shelves."

"Well let me see now, at Barnes & Noble you were holding Message from Nam and Sensual One," Beth confirmed with Rose. Beth grabbed both of those off the shelf and handed them to Rose as they walked out onto the patio and sat by the by the pool with their drinks.

Rose was leafing through Sensual One. "This is an incredible book," Rose said, still not believing that Beth would let her see it.

"Yep it shows and tells it all," Beth assured her," it's exactly why I bought them, they are very informative and I love the illustrations, and of course they make for a great addition to my library." Beth explained.

"My Mom would never let me bring something like this home. She still thinks I'm her little girl I guess.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, my Mom would never talk to me about any of that stuff either, when I was growing up you sort of learned it from your friends and I found out that they didn't know much either." Both woman laughed as Rose agreed with the statement.

Beth chimed in, "until I got those books it was basically what my husband had taught me and believe me he was no lover!" Beth said laughing.

"Ya, I can tell my Mom is not comfortable talking to me about stuff like that," Rose jumped in, "but I pretty much know all there is to know anyway," Rose said as Beth was thinking to herself that this 15 year old thinks she knows it all, and for a few moments both women flipped through the pages and glanced at the illustrations. Beth went into the kitchen and Rose was so impressed that she was being treated like an adult. She really liked Beth thought how cool she would be as a Mom. Beth brought out the pitcher of her mixed drink and poured herself another long island. Rose held out her glass for what little that remained in the pitcher.

"Careful girl" Beth said "this stuff sneaks up on you, and don't forget that I can get into big trouble feeding booze to a minor."

"So what time do you have to be home?" Beth asked.

"No time really, like I said my Mom's on second shift and she actually won't even know I'm out anyway."

Beth felt sorry for this girl in a way because of her situation but realized that that is probably why Rose is so much more mature than other girls her age. She has always had to fend for herself she supposed and probably began reading to escape her loneliness growing up. Suddenly, the thought of Rose being able to visit longer had intrigued Beth as she glanced up at the full moon and the clear star lit night sky.

"I hope you're in no hurry tonight, you can hang out and read with me if you like, and we can make some popcorn later. Besides I could use the company." Beth commented.

"No actually I don't have any plans, I was just going to hang out in my room and read," replied Rose, as she sipped what little there was left of her long island iced tea.

Over the next few weeks Beth and Rose had become good friends and despite the age difference, they enjoyed each other's company and their shared passion for reading. Since their first chance encounter in the park that rainy day, Both women had met several times during the day and had lunch and read together by the fountain. Rose had even gone to Beth's house on several occasions when her Mother was working those late shifts just to hang out and read and to have some companionship. It became routine that Rose would just show up and there were times when Beth would have to run an errand and would just leave Rose on her own until her return. It became an unspoken assumption and apparent to both women that each had looked forward until they could hang out again.

Rose had known for several years now that she always felt different than the rest of her girl friends. She didn't have a "best friend" as such but began to find solace and a level of trust with Beth. Somewhere along the way Rose began to feel different about Beth. She fantasized about Beth at night when she was alone in her room masturbating. Somewhere along the way in just a few short weeks, Rose had developed a crush on this woman but was unsure of her feelings and what to do about them.

On the other hand Beth noticed that she would reschedule some of her social activities to work around Rose. If she thought Rose would coming over Beth would arrange her plans accordingly. Beth also began to feel a kinship with Rose and felt she could trust the girl. She was always more than happy to have the young girl over to visit, she was pleasant company. On most nights both women would just curl up on the loveseat and read for awhile, then either talk about the book or whatever else topic of the day that Rose wanted to chat about. It was on one of those evenings where things took a turn from the norm. Rose sat down beside Beth on the leather loveseat as usual but after few minutes Beth had dozed off while reading her book and slumped sideways leaning slightly into Rose. It took a few seconds for Rose to realize that Beth had dozed off and Rose also leaned into Beth and continued her reading. The problem was that Rose was unable to concentrate. Rose couldn't help to notice the top of Beth's soft breasts and cleavage now in open view for her to savor because of Beth's low cut tank top. Rose was so close to the woman of her fantasies that she could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. Rose was already a horny little teenager and now being in skin to skin contact with Beth was having an effect on her. The young girl instantly felt an aching in her pussy and felt herself begin to get damp. She couldn't help to feel a little perverted while looking at her friend's breasts, but none the less she sat there perfectly still so as not to disturb her. After a few more minutes, Rose snuggled up to sleeping Beth and also fell asleep........................................It wasn't until forty minutes later that both women woke up and smiled at each other, realizing they had both dozed off. Beth stretched and yawned and wrapped both her arms around young Rose.

"I'm so happy you like keeping me company Rose, and you make for a comfy pillow as well so don't you dare move," Beth expressed to Rose trying add humor to the moment, and then gently kissed her on the forehead.

Rose kept her head on Beth's naked upper chest and still somewhat tired herself, she snuggled up even closer trying to not to outwardly show what excitement and sense of sexual awareness she was experiencing at that moment.

"It feels so nice to cuddle, I'm not moving if you don't mind," murmured Rose.

Both women remained cuddled up to each other on that loveseat for a few more minutes just enjoying the quiet peace and the warmth of each other's body. Rose wanted to return the kiss she had received on the forehead but felt awkward on making any first moves. Beth continued to hold Rose close and with her free hand, was unconscientiously stroking the girl's neck and shoulders. At this point, Rose kissed Beth's upper breast out of impulse and remained positioned exactly where she was. Feeling the softness of this older women's body and feeling safe in Beth's embrace, she snuggled in closer and hoped that Beth would kiss her.

It had been over a week since the two had spoken. Beth was concerned that she may have crossed the line the week before and freaked Rose out. Rose wasn't freaked out at all, she was trying to sort out her feelings about things and especially her growing attraction for Beth. It was Rose that eventually texted Beth and simply said "Hey". One text response lead to another and after some exchanges Beth asked Rose if she'd like to come over later, she wanted to talk to her about something.

Rose arrived within the hour and Beth happily greeted the young girl in giving her a hug closing the door behind her.

"I'm sorry I didn't come over before this Beth," Rose spoke feeling bad that she had ignored her friend.

"I'm the one that should apologize, I should have called you," Beth replied, "but ah listen Rose, I wanted to talk to you about something but I have to know if I can trust you. But first let me mix up some a Long Island and join you in the library, can I get you a coke or anything?"

"Uh, umm, ah can I have a little of that Long Island? It was pretty good the last time I had it."

"Well that's something else I wanted to talk to about," and Beth turned the blender on to crush some ice.

Curiosity was peeking for Rose and she was all ears. She couldn't imagine what Beth wanted to talk to her about. Maybe she was going to give her crap for kissing her chest, who knows. Rose entered her favorite room and as always admired the neatly stacked collection of books in this room and her eyes wandered to the Sensual One collection and made a mental note that they were still there.

"Hey Rose, Beth called out from the patio door, why don't we sit out here it would be a shame to waste such a lovely night. Both women sat on the swinging loveseat and sipped their drink. There was a brief moment of silence between them as they enjoyed the warm evening air and Rose waiting to hear what Beth had to tell her.

"Listen Rose, I don't know exactly how to explain this to you but you have to promise me that what we discuss here right now will remain our secret and that you won't get mad at me because I like you a lot and wouldn't want to loose you as a friend."

"Uh, ya, uh sure I promise."

"No I mean it Rose, you have to promise me!" Beth pleaded.

"Yes, I promise, what ever it is won't change how I feel about you as a friend Beth."

"Good then, with that said, I want to tell you something that might freak you," and with that Beth held both of Rose's hands in her own.

"Do you remember what happened the other night in my den? When we snuggled together and fell asleep?" Beth went on to explain. "Ever since I met you I liked you. Now don't freak out on me but I'm attracted to you in a sexual way, you know what I mean?"

Rose nodded as she could feel her heart trying to pound it's way out of her chest.

"I think you feel the same way about me but I want to be sure," asked Beth, "Do you?"

Rose was shaking like a leaf from a feeling mixed in excitement and fear. Rose began to cry and looked up at Beth and said "Yes, I love you Beth!"

Now both women began to sob and they embraced each other. Beth whispered into Rose's ear to follow her, she wanted to show her something. Beth lead the way to her bedroom holding Rose's hand as she towed behind. There was no question what Beth had in mind and young Rose had waited a long time for such a moment. As soon as they entered the massive bedroom Beth began to undress Rose and all the while kissing her shoulders, neck, face, and lips. Beth was burning up with anticipation and was so nervous she was shaking. Rose stood there now almost naked and felt perfectly at peace with it. She started to undress Beth as was done to her and it just seemed so natural to kiss Beth on the lips. Rose was a virgin and hadn't had any real practical experience with sex other than satisfying her self but for some reason everything was coming together so naturally. Both women hugged and kissed each other feeling the other's warmth against their skin.

"Are you sure you want to do this Rose?" Beth asked her before walking her backwards to the bed.

"Oh yes, yes I want this, I want you to love me," Rose begged and with that Beth moved her young virgin lover onto the bed.

Beth took the lead kissing and licking every inch of Rose's firm body. Rose's breasts were sore as hold and when Beth placed her mouth over them one by one and sucked, Rose couldn't help to scream in delight at the sensation.

"Oh God that feels so good," she screamed!

Beth had never had sex with another woman, a girl for that matter and she was as virgin at it as was Rose but nature took it's course and guided her mouth directly to Rose's tight sparsely haired wet pussy.

"AAAHHHHHH" was all Rose could muster to express her delight. Beth's tongue licking Rose's pussy was more skillful than she thought she had. Rose began to toss and thrash about, arching her back and wanting to take more of Beth's stabbing tongue inside her.

Beth started to suck on Rose's clit and in an instant a dam broke and sweet juices squirted out of young Rose's pussy. Beth lapped it all up and licked her young friend dry. Beth stammered with excitement as Rose lay on her back with legs still spread wide open. Hot flashes of electricity drove shock waves of pleasure as Beth feasted on this young firm, pussy. Rose had never done this before but as of tonight, she was hooked.

Moving up to her mouth, Beth began to kiss Rose and tongue her hot welcoming mouth allowing young Rose to taste her own juices. Rose was still thrashing about but soon slowed down out of shear exhaustion and feeling absolutely drained! Rose had never cum that hard before and for her, she knew there would be no turning back.

Both women lay there tightly clinched to each other as Beth allowed Rose to recover.

"Perhaps it's true what they say," Beth explained, only another woman truly knows how to pleasure another woman." What do those boys from school know anyway? Beth asked rhetorically.

Rose had cum so many times and she was still feeling aftershocks. She returned the favor and Beth was beside herself as her fantasy of woman and woman sex became a reality. That night Rose stayed with Beth in her bed as they both explored a whole new level of satisfaction.

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