The 'Make Out' Sessions, Part 1

by Dudette

This story is a work of fiction but is based on people that I know.

Naomi Jones was 26 years old and a ‘lipstick lesbian.’ She was just about to drop off her daughter at the bus which would take her to summer camp. Her nine-year-old daughter Becky was down in the dumps, because her best friend Lori wouldn’t be coming to camp since she had the chicken pox.

“Try and cheer up sweetie,” cooed Naomi to her bereft daughter who was trying to hold back the tears. “You’ll make new friends and see Lori in a couple of months.”

“They won’t be like Lori Mommy. I’ll never have any friends like her,” protested Becky, almost sounding angry.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” exclaimed her mother, she wasn’t trying to be nosey; she was just caught off guard.

“Never mind,” huffed her daughter.

“Look baby, it’s none of my business, but you can always tell me what’s wrong,” soothed her mother.

Naomi’s red hair felt warm from the sunlight as she turned the car into the adjacent parking lot. The car had now pulled up near to a big yellow bus and many people, councillors, campers and parents, were standing in the parking lot.

“Mom, it’s just that I—we make each other feel—good—you know, happy like when you’re so happy you can just—be!” Becky blurted out all in one breath.

Naomi laughed and smiled, “Content. I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘content,’ sweet-pea.”

“Yeah that’s it ‘content,’ I think,” said Becky.

Her mom laughed even more and Becky leaned over and they embraced deeply. Becky had begun to giggle feeling the contagious rhythm of her mother’s body pressing against hers. They leaned back still embracing and looked into each other’s eyes, and Naomi gently brushed a strawberry-blond strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

“Kind of like I feel when I’m with you Mommy,” the smiling little girl said, and she stopped and blushed slightly, “I mean not exactly—” she trailed off.

“Look sweetheart, if Lori makes you happy then that makes me happy, and as long as she doesn’t hurt you I am OK with your friendship,” comforted Naomi. “Just make sure you have fun OK.”

“Whatever!” the young girl said in her best condescending impression that she saved for such occasions.

“And when you come home, I’m sure Lori will have missed you just as much. OK?” continued Naomi.

“OK Mom,” said Becky and she grinned and added, “Love ya,” and pecked her mother on the lips, and then she gave her a neck-snuggle for a moment.

The mother and daughter then got out of the car and straightened away. Naomi then returned to the vehicle and drove home stopping for a chocolate shake along the way. Naomi was wondering at this point about how intimate her daughter’s relationship with Lori was. Were they like sisters or was there something more to it? Not that she couldn’t relate; she had sex with two other female gymnasts during her school years.

The first time she was only ten years old and it was with a twelve-year-old blonde from another gymnastics team during a competition. The other girl had eaten her pussy and was giving her a smoldering rim job while Naomi rubbed her clitty furiously in the girls’ locker room, when they were nearly caught. Someone had been injured on the blonde’s team and several girls plus the opposing teams coach entered unexpectedly. They managed to cover themselves and before anyone saw them, but secretly Naomi had always been afraid someone would suspect and avoided sex with girls until later on.

The second time was when she was fifteen, she had spent a long hot two weeks one summer with Jenna, a fellow gymnast she had met in Atlanta during a competition. The younger redhead was initially attracted to the raven-haired girl because she resembled Miss Parker (Andrea Parker), from the TV show The Pretender, whom she had fantasized about constantly. The beautiful brunette had offered to give Naomi a massage when she complained of a sore shoulder. Jenna had just broken out the baby oil, and things were beginning to get interesting when the phone rang. It was Jenna’s parents. They had come early as a surprise.

Between the competition and Jenna’s parents, they never got the chance to finish their ‘massage session,’ and Jenna invited Naomi up to her parents’ cabin in the Hamptons for two weeks. They fucked and shoved their tongues and fingers up all of each other’s holes that very first night. Eventually on the second night, Naomi’s hard-bodied brunette friend came into her room with a bag containing several ‘gadgets.’ Some Naomi had seen before. There were two dildos, but one had black Spandex attached that looked like a pair of bikini briefs. There were also several sizes of beads and two shiny red plug-shaped objects (which she would later find out were called ‘anal beads’ and ‘butt plugs’). After that two weeks, Naomi became addicted to sex toys and anal sex. She had only had a boyfriend once. It was about a year later and they had been going out for about a month they had started having intercourse about a week in to their relationship. She had honestly given the guy a chance, but she just didn’t find him satisfying. It wasn’t the sex-toy thing either because he had used sex toys on her when every she wanted. She supposed she liked girls for the same reasons guys do; they are soft and sweet, and they smell and taste delicious.

The worst part of the problem was now she was pregnant and the father was nowhere to be found as soon as he heard about the bun in the oven. Nine months later, Rebecca Jocelyn Jones came into the world. Naomi’s parents were Roman Catholic and gave her the ‘boot’ when they had found out. At this point she was staying at a friend’s house. Her friend Sarah’s mom, Maxine, was sympathetic having been pregnant with Sarah at about the same age. Maxine was a personal trainer for a gym down the street and got Naomi a job teaching gymnastics and aerobics. Maxine was also a lesbian and bit of a dom as well.

One day they got home from the gym to find that a note from Sarah saying that she had taken the baby out for a walk and would call for a ride home. Maxine had poured herself some wine and the two got to ‘know each other.’ Now at the time the older woman didn’t know this, but Naomi had browsed through Maxine’s lesbian porn and sex-toy collection more than once (she liked the younger/older series especially). She would often borrow ‘Maxxi’s’ toys to masturbate with when she had the place to herself. Sometimes she would even suck on the sex toys and imagine she had just pulled them out of Maxine’s or Sarah’s filthy cunt and ass.

And so it came to pass that when the phone rang later that day; Naomi was on all fours, while Maxine knelt on the bed behind her drooling, as she watching Naomi’s teenage asshole filled over and over again with her strap-on dildo. Maxine finally slid her hands from the teenaged girl’s hips and grabbed the handset. “Hel—hello?” she stammered.

“Mom? Are you OK? Why are you all out of breath?” queried her concerned daughter.

“Fine dear,” she panted, “just had to run and get the phone. I was out in the garden,” Maxine said sweetly as she pushed a finger up Naomi’s tight rosebud along side the dildo.

“Well we’re just about ready to come home. I’m going for some frozen yogurt first. So can you pick me up at Victory Park in about an hour?” Sarah asked innocently, while her mother sucked the juices of her daughter’s best friend’s asshole from her fingertip.

“No problem dear, I’m just finishing up,” said Maxine savoring the filthy taste in her mouth.

Then her daughter asked unexpectedly, “Is Naomi there?”

“Um, she’s around I’m pretty sure. Do you want me to see if she’s busy?” her mom replied.

“No that’s OK as long as she got my note, go back to your garden. Have fun Mom. Oh yeah, and say ‘Hi’ to Naomi for me. Bye Mom,” Sarah finished.

“Yes she got the note, I plan to and I will dear. See ya,” said Maxine; at this point Naomi was looking back over her firm buttocks at her best friend’s mom who was cradling her handset in her neck while she was molesting the well-toned redhead’s butt cheeks, kneading them with both hands.

Naomi gave an inquisitive look to the older woman when she had hung up the phone, “What was that all about?”.

“Oh nothing much,” Maxine said pulling the girl’s hip toward her and burying her ‘cock’ up that tight pink anus. Maxine leaned forward, her hard nipples pressing yield the flesh of Naomi’s back. Maxine shoved her tongue in the teen’s mouth which opened as she groaned.

“God, your mouth tastes great Maxxi,” moaned the sweet teen and their hips ground in unison, while her friend’s mother ass-fucked her softly.

Pulling their mouths apart she held Naomi’s scarlet-red hair tightly and licked the side of her face, “Oh by the way, Sarah says, ‘Hi.’” But Naomi didn’t hear her. She was cumming so hard her ear drums popped.

Reality now came back into focus and Naomi was now lying on the bed half-naked, panting, and reeking of her own juices. She had started out trying to surmise if her nine-year-old daughter was having lesbian sex with her best friend who was also nine and she had started to think of her past relationships. The next thing she knew she was rushing to her bedroom to masturbate about fucking her friend’s mom. After a quick shower and a clean pair of underwear, she felt refreshed and more herself. Now she could relax and have glass of wine and give her daughter and Lori’s relationship her attention.

She supposed that it was possible, and if that was the case it was alright. It would be hypocritical of her to say what age someone wants to explore their sexuality, if she had a young beautiful friend like Lori when she was nine who knows? And Lori was so sweet and tight wasn’t she (Lori and Becky were both gymnasts as well, in fact it’s how they met). Naomi stopped herself. She couldn’t believe it when she gazed down at her crotch and saw the wet spot spreading out from her pussy. The room once again reeked of her juices. The idea of her darling Becky and sweet little Lori pulling off each other’s leotards in the locker room had immediately entered her mind. It was the same scene from her childhood but Naomi and her blonde friend were replaced with Becky and Lori.

Once Naomi realized what she was thinking about, she immediately stopped. She felt guilty and didn’t know why she was overcome with desires like this all of the sudden. She returned to the fridge after she wiped herself and slipped on another pair of fresh panties. She had some more wine and got something to eat, but no matter what she did her dirty mind would always wander back to that locker-room. Finally giving into the overwhelming urges, she lay upon the bed masturbating in the dark. Imagining not Becky but herself in the locker room with Lori: the tight young girl’s soft lip on hers, her sweet little tongue probing Naomi’s mouth and other parts of her body. She imagined Lori’s honey-blond braids caressing her thighs while her tongue alternated between the older redhead’s clitoris and anus. And then tongue-fucking the nine year old’s sweet pussy and ass from behind, when she came. He thighs quivered and a small amount of fluid squirted from her vagina. She slowly removed the dildo that she had worked up her ass while fantasizing about her daughter’s best friend.

Over the next two weeks Lori found it hard to concentrate on anything. She had masturbated several times a day about Lori. Some of the fantasies involved Lori and her daughter, sometimes she would imagine Lori and herself. She found too she noticed younger girls more often now and would get distracted by some of her gymnastics students. She became desperate and telling herself she was mentally ill and that it would just go away. Eventually she found herself searching for kiddy porn on Kazaa, she was amazed by the amount that was to be found. But once she downloaded it and watched for herself she felt ill. At first she watched a clip of a preteen-looking girl masturbating which wasn’t so bad, and the next thing is what turned her stomach. It was a scene of two little girls using dildos on each other and it was obviously being directed; the two girls looked more afraid than anything else. This was not what she wanted, she wished death to anyone who would force a child to do that! And with that she went to the bathroom and threw up. ‘Thank God I’m not a sicko,’ she thought. ‘I never want to look at that again.’ At this point she realized that there was a big difference between her and what she thought she had become. She was simply attracted to girls of all ages and she would never force herself on anyone, for her that was big a turn off. It was true she liked rough play and hair pulling, but that was mostly her getting her own hair pulled. The pretty redhead then ejected the CD from the computer, (she had carefully deleted the files after burning them to VCD as soon as she downloaded them) and grabbed a lighter from the Kitchen cupboard. Then she proceeded to put the flame to the CD until the shiny side was scorched and unreadable, triumphantly tossing the ruined thing into the kitchen garbage. At that point she made up her mind that she would not feel guilty anymore and would masturbate about whom she liked if the notion took her; but she would never force herself on anyone.

In fact she was having some very lovely thoughts about Becky and Lori just then when came a voice.

“Hi Miss Naomi?” came the sweet young voice which the twenty-six year old recognized instantly as Lori. Only Lori called her ‘Miss Naomi.’ It was because of the fact Lori’s mom was more strict than Naomi and she insisted Lori use words like Miss and Ma’am when talking to her elders. Naomi was the first grown-up that had told Lori to call her by her first name, and for Lori it took some getting used to. But because of this, the pretty red-head had formed a special bond with her, and Lori regarded her as a friend, more than other adults in her life.

The young woman turned beet red and stiffened at the sound. She turned and meet Lori’s innocent blue eyes “What’cha doin’ Naomi?” she asked cutely; her honey-blond hair was in pigtails and she wore cutoffs and a tight red belly top and with red sandals.

“Oh hello doll, what a cute outfit. Just getting rid of some garbage,” she finally said after taking in little Lori’s gorgeous form.

Lori instantly forgot about the garbage and started to model her outfit for Naomi, “Do you really think it’s nice? Mom got me a whole bunch of clothes today because I got better.” Naomi sat down at the kitchen table as Lori continued to model for her in different poses. The last two positions ended up being quite lewd. She was imitating a music video and put one leg up on the kitchen table touching Naomi’s arm. It sent electricity though the young red-head. The young girl’s face had changed it’s candor and it became ripe with sexuality gazing longingly into Naomi’s eyes. Then she ran her hand down Naomi’s arm and twirled away and fell to floor on her hands and knee’s and looked at Naomi over the curves of her young toned backside. Naomi’s green-eyes were drawn to that lustful stare, making her pussy ooze with fluid.

And just like that Lori turn away giggling, “I couldn’t keep a straight face any longer.” Naomi was relieved. It had gotten too real and for a moment there all that she wanted to do was pull down those cutoffs and shove her tongue up Lori’s sweet virgin asshole. “Do you think I’m a good dancer Miss Naomi? The hardest part is keeping a straight face,” added the cute little girl as her blond pigtails shone softly having caught the sunlight through the window.

“Yeah you’re wonderful. I totally believed you were serious,” said Naomi regaining her composure. “You’re welcome to model or dance in this house any time you’ll like,” she added cheerfully now, that the conversation was lightening up a bit.

“How’s Becky?” asked Lori adding “I got a letter from her two weeks ago and I wrote her a back but I didn’t get anymore letter from her yet.”

Naomi shifted in her chair and propping her chin on her arm and replied “Becky’s fine she sent you a letter you should get it any day now, doll.”

Lori was sitting cross armed now staring at the table “I’m bored,” she said; it seemed more of a realization than a confession.

“Yeah me too,” admitted Naomi, and it was true. Without Becky she had a lot more free time on her hands. And with the thoughts she had been having about sex lately, she hadn’t felt like going out for a while. “Well if you want to you can hang out here tonight and we’ll watch a movie or something.”

“And The Simpsons,” said little Lori her girly tone going up an octave.

Naomi smiled at the cute little girl saying, “We’ll have to ask you mother first.”

“She let’s me. You can—” explained Lori but the phone rang before she finished.

Naomi picked up the phone, she looked over at Lori and said, “Yes Debbie, she’s right here. Do you want to talk to her?”

Lori looked wanting as she tried to make out the conversation that was going on at the other end of the phone.

“No I don’t mind at all you’ve been stuck at home for a while and I’m stuck here all alone. We’ll have a girls’ night in,” said Naomi and then she listen silently to Lori’s mom.

“Well that’s pretty late, but I don’t mind if she crashes in Becky’s bed. It’s not like she hasn’t slept there before,” and then silence again.

Finally Naomi said, “Of course not, she’s practically family.”

Now Lori was grabbing Naomi’s hand and tugging feverishly at it. The lovely red-head looked down at the pretty nine-year-old girl.

Lori mouthed, ‘The Simpsons.’

“Oh right, I almost forgot. I have to ask you about The Simpsons. Is it OK if she watches it with me?” said the young woman as she smiled and reach down, tugging playfully at her young friend’s pigtails, savoring their softness.

Lori smiled, surprising the older girl by putting her arms around Naomi’s neck after she had hung up the phone, she pulled Naomi into an embrace and wrapped her legs around her. “Thanks Miss Naomi your the best.” Naomi hands were gripping Lori’s bottom in order to support her; she quickly pecked her on the lips and hopped down on the kitchen floor. “I’ve got to go home and get my stuff. This is going to be so much fun. Oh yeah! Can we have pizza for supper? And I’ll call you from the video store so you can tell me what movie to get,” squealed Lori running out the door.

“Yes if it’s OK with your mother and make sure to get video for yourself too,” the horny redhead called after her.

Naomi was dripping wet at this point and she went to her bedroom and played with herself for the better part of an hour, most of her thoughts were of Lori and her soft young figure pressed up against the older red-haired girl’s hard womanly form. She imagined Lori naked and wrapped around her, while she explored the little girl’s mouth with her tongue and her bottom with cum-soaked fingers.

Part 2 is going to be the rest of the night and as you can imagine it's going to be a long night for Lori and Naomi. (Maybe she’ll stay the entire weekend.) I will do my best to post it by next week. In Part 3 Becky returns from camp and finds that three’s company too.

Thanks for taking the time.