Virginia 5

by hornykate

Again, another build up chapter.

...and then she kissed me, and in my confused state, I kissed her back. She pulled away, looking directly into my eyes.

"What was it like?" she asked.

"What was what like?" I countered. I knew what she meant but sometimes, playing dumb can be a protection, a moment to collect one's thoughts.

"Fucking my daughter. What was it like?"

"Oh Jen," I began, not knowing what I was going to say, but feeling as though I may start crying. But it didn't matter as she quickly cut me off.

"Come and see me in my office tomorrow. We need to talk. Now go back to your pizza. It's getting cold."

So I did. And it was!

I was the first to leave. I suddenly felt rather unwell and I just needed to be home, amongst familiar things.

But things were no better at home. I went to bed with a rising sense of panic of what the next day might bring, and my dreams were various and both alarming and arousing. In one, Jen was a police officer and I was being arrested for abusing her trust. She was stern and severe, but beautiful. In another I was fucking Virginia while Jen and my mother (!) were watching and cheering. The only other one I remember took place in the back of a taxi. Jen was driving (naturally!) and Virginia was dressed in a bikini as I sat next to her, panicking about a convention I had to attend...and I woke up, panicking about everything.

I was called in to Jen's office at about 11, and I entered, sheepish, not knowing what to expect. What I DIDN'T expect was Jen, rising from her swivel chair, walking straight past me, closing and locking the door, then coming up behind me, placing a hand on my hip, and sliding her other hand into my trousers, into my knickers and into my cunt.

"Were you thinkin' about her last night?" she asked, "did you fuck yourself while picturin' her naked?"

I found it hard to talk with Jen's fingers strumming my clit, but after loosening my trousers (which was quite opportunistic of me!) I told her I didn't know what to say.

"Tell me the truth," she said, "tell me why you had these in your pocket." She produced the lavender knickers she'd confiscated from me, and shocked me by placing them over my face. "Can you smell her? Can you smell her cunt?"

"Yes I can." I whispered. I was, to be honest, more concerned with what had changed with Jen, why she'd gone from an avowed hetero to some demonic lesbian obsessing about her daughter's sex life. I was going to ask but she continued questioning me.

"When did you start fantasizin' about her? Was it the first time in Pizza Hut?"

"Yes," I admitted, "we were flirtin under the table."

"I know," she said, "it got me quite excited." There was a pause as she continued to stroke my clit, my cunt by now very wet. "What was it like? Do you kiss?" I nodded. "Did you lick her cunt?" I nodded again, my legs feeling weak, my cunt dripping. I turned slightly so I was facing her, and we kissed as she continued to finger me.

"Did you plan it all?" I asked between kisses.

"No," she said, "not planned. But I had a feelin' it'd happen. Take these off." she said, indicating my trousers. I was more than willing as I feared a wet patch would soon be appearing.

Once they were off, she knelt in front of me and, without another word, buried her face between my legs, her tongue licking my clit. I could feel her trying to enter my cunt with her tongue and I tried to shift my position so I could feel her inside me.

She licked me for only a short time before standing up, taking my face in her hands, and kissing me, sliding her tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself.

"What does she taste like? Like you?"

"Yes, she tastes a bit like this. Do you want to fuck her? You keep asking me questions Jen. There's only so much I can say baby, but after that maybe you should find out for yourself."

"Hmmm," she purred, "that may be an option. Do you think she'd let me?"

"Jen," I cried, moving back a little, "what's got into you?" I'd taken hold of her hands to prevent her from touching me. I wanted an explanation. "You flirt with me over pizza, you kiss me in the Ladies, you let me smell your 12year old daughter's knickers, and now you're suggestin' you wanna have sex with her. What's got into you?"

She reversed my hold on her hands so she was now the one holding mine.

"Something did happen...at the convention..." she paused, "...it made me think. Let me tell you later. Now, I want this." And she took my hand, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and slid my hand into her knickers. She was so wet, so warm. I love the feeling when my fingers are inside a woman. The warmth, the unseen internal complexity, the 'livingness' of it.

"Do you think you'll seduce her?" I asked.

"I dont know" she said. "Tell me though," she continued, "whats it like licking her cunt."

"It was amazing," I told her as we kissed, "she gets very wet."

"Will you do it again?" she asked.

"I'd love to, but I think i'd better clear it with her mother!" We laughed, then I went down on her.