The PTA

It was another Tuesday night PTA meeting. As usual, there were a relatively small number of parents there. Eighty percent were mothers with a few fathers in the mix. Of the men, they were pretty much of two varieties. First there were the divorced guys who had heard on good authority that the PTA was a great place to meet women, single or otherwise. They were pretty obvious, paying no attention at all to the discussion and instead focusing their attention on scoping out the other attendees. And none of them were getting the slightest return in interest. The other subset of men were dorks. Most of them were overweight and very concerned with participation. Few of them had much in the way of social skills. It was somewhat of a mystery as to how they found partners to have the children who were now students.

The rest of the audience was made up of various categories of mothers. There were the overachievers who wanted to demonstrate that they knew how to do everything and better than everyone else. And there were the lurkers, knowing that the PTA was important so they should come to the meetings but desperate to avoid actually doing anything. Most of the women were there to help out in any way necessary, not wanting to lead things but happy to do what was needed. They made up most of the leadership team, despite the overachievers’ conviction that they could do it all. Finally there were the newbies. They were usually mothers whose first children were just entering school. They were eager to help but generally had no clue as to what to do.

As Christine stood up in front of everyone, she could clearly see who were in the different groups. She was recruiting for someone to help her with the arts program. As the parent of a sixth grade girl, she had grown the program to the point where it was the most popular thing that the PTA was doing. She wanted to find someone who would continue to nurture it and keep it healthy as her own daughter moved on. Beyond that, she was looking for a certain type of woman with whom to work; a young fresh face who was not burnt out and who was excited to help. Christine didn’t want one of the women who volunteered for everything but had lost their enthusiasm some time ago.

Christine had always been a gifted speaker. Dynamic and articulate, she was able to convey well what she was looking for to the attendees. Beyond her presence, Christine was very handsome. Older than most of the other parents, Christine had her child when she was in her mid-thirties and as a single women. But she kept very good care of herself, working out 5 or 6 times a week for at least an hour. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back. Christine was always careful to wear clothes that showed her off to her best advantage. At forty-six, she was well aware of her body and what would flatter her and what wouldn’t. Tonight she had on a tight sweater and a simple but form fitting sheath skirt. She finished up with a smile and expressed her hope that those interested would talk to her later.

Sitting down, Christine noticed a younger woman somewhat nervously watching her. Meeting her glance, Christine flashed an encouraging smile. “She looks interesting,” Christine thought.

Kara was indeed interesting. She was likely the youngest mother in the crowd. While many of the other mothers had been in the workplace for a while before getting married and having kids, Kara married her boyfriend during the summer after high school graduation. He was three years older than her and had been away at college. Afraid of losing him, she encouraged him to pop the question. It was not long before she was pregnant and before she was twenty, had already the mother of a baby boy. Now five years later and with a kindergartner, she looked the young, still somewhat innocent and sexy twenty-four year old that she was. She had some curves but they were all from the natural shape of her body. She too worked out to make sure that she stayed attractive. She was just barely a C cup but her breasts were the perfect size and shape for her body. Her black hair was cut short to a stylish bob that framed her heart-shaped face. While she would have been extremely attractive no matter what, it was her sky blue eyes with the dark hair that made her stunning.

Art had always been one of her favorite things, but not one that her husband had encouraged. He was busy with his job selling business system software. He often didn’t have enough time for her anyhow, let alone to do something in which he had no interest. Kara was looking for something to help her feel a little more valued and perhaps volunteering with something that she enjoyed would be just the thing.

After the meeting, Kara wandered over to try and talk with Christine but she had to wait. A couple of the other PTA leaders were talking with her. Christine noticed her waiting and nodded at her, again with that encouraging smile. Feeling a bit like a student waiting to talk to her teacher, Kara tried to be patient. After what seemed like forever the other two women left. One of them gave her a glance and then looked back at Christine with a slight smile.

Christine stood looking at Kara, waiting for her to come closer. Still showing her nervousness, Kara moved forward. Kara was not particularly tall, nor was Christine extremely tall but somehow Kara still felt little next to her. Even talking to Christine’s friendly face seemed intimidating.

“You’re Kara, correct?” Christine asked with her rich pleasant voice. She had long ago figured out the value of learning people’s names. It put them at ease and made them feel recognized. Christine reached out and shook Kara’s hand. “I’m Christine. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Yes, that’s right,” Kara responded. As intended, she was flattered that Christine was aware of her. “It’s very nice to meet you too.” Withdrawing her hand from Christine’s, Kara was conscious of the feeling of lingering warmth from Christine’s fingers. “I was listening to you talk about the art program, and well, I’m interested in helping.”

“Excellent! I am glad someone is! I can’t believe how hard it has been to find other parents with a passion for art!” Christine’s eyes sparkled as she got more enthusiastic. “Perhaps we could get together for coffee some morning this week and talk further about it.”

After comparing calendars, they settled on a day and time to meet. With the meeting breaking up, both of them also wanted to get home.

The following Thursday, the two women met at a locally owned coffee shop. It was very homey in an older building. The barista did a great job making them a couple of delicious mochas. An eclectic building, Kara and Christine were able to find a nook where they could talk without interruption. As she did so often, Christine emphasized her points by touching Kara’s arm or hand. The two of them quickly felt a connection. Kara’s innate intelligence shone through despite not having gone to college. She was quick and curious, two features that delighted Christine.

For her part, Kara found Christine fascinating. She had the education that Kara lacked and then used it to build a successful software company that Microsoft had gobbled up. Even though she had a great offer to go to work for Microsoft, Christine chose to take the money and move on. Her life was filled with lots of travel around the world and meeting interesting people. As their conversation went on, Kara at times wondered why Christine would want to talk to her. As far as Kara was concerned, she considered herself uninteresting, especially in comparison to some of the people Christine was describing to her.

When Christine discovered that Kara had not been to the art museum downtown, she insisted that they make plans to go see it. “Kara, if you want to help on the art program, don’t you think it would be wonderful if you had the chance to see some of the art we want to teach?” Christine asked.

For Kara, it was hard not to let Christine’s cosmopolitan manner intimidate her, or at least awe her. Christine had done so many things about which Kara had dreamed of doing. She often found herself tongue-tied when Christine would ask her something. She worried that Christine was going to think she was a flighty person.

The truth was just the opposite. Christine found Kara’s manner quite cute and adorable. And one thing that Christine loved was to introduce someone to things that she was certain they would like. She liked leading them in exploration.

It turned out that the next day was free for both of them. They could do the museum in the morning and have time for a nice lunch before needing to be back before the children came home from school.

“It’s settled,” Christine said. “I’ll pick you up around 9:30 and we can drive into town. We will get there just about when it opens.” As they stood, Christine hugged Kara close and lightly brushed her lips against Kara’s cheek. “See you tomorrow,” Christine said and quickly slipped out the door.

Christine’s touch completely disoriented Kara. Even though there was really nothing left in her cup, Kara sat back down to compose herself. The contact between them had almost been a shock of electricity. She could still feel exactly where Christine’s lips touched her. Kara took a deep breath to try and calm herself. But the lingering scent of Christine’s perfume didn’t help. What was going on, Kara wondered. It was completely unlike her. The closest she could think was the feeling she had gotten back in high school when she got a crush on someone, that breathless feeling of being with someone she hoped would notice and like her back. But those were guys! It wasn’t the same thing at all, she assured herself. She just enjoyed being with Christine.

As she got up to leave, she completely missed the man who was checking her out and especially admiring how her erect nipples were showing so nicely through her t-shirt.

That night at dinner, Kara tried to tell her husband about meeting with Christine and most importantly their plans for the next day. She was so excited to be going to the art museum that she was practically bubbling. But he wasn’t in the least bit interested. He listened for a moment and then shifted the subject to complaining about how his boss wasn’t supporting him in ongoing battle with a coworker over a trivial point of credit for a sale. He didn’t even need a response from Kara. He just kept talking on and on.

Kara felt crushed by his disregard. She so rarely tried to talk with him about her own interests and when she did, it was as if it didn’t matter. He was lost in his own thoughts and concerns and never seemed to pay attention to hers. She couldn’t help compare him to Christine, who was so very interested in what she thought. Christine made her feel appreciated and like she was something special.

“Maybe that is why I felt like that. It has been so long since I felt very valued,” Kara thought. The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became with her husband.

After dinner, Kara played with her son until it was time to start the bedtime ritual. As usual, it included a struggle to get him to take a bath. Even though she could have used a hand, her husband remained in the basement watching the ball game. Once her son was in bed, Kara would often join him even though she had little interest in baseball. But tonight she was in no mood to spend time with him doing something that she didn’t like. It crossed her mind as she headed to the bedroom that earlier in the day she had been a little horny and had a vague plan to let him know that she would like to fool around. Now, although he had no idea, she felt like she was getting a little revenge in “denying” him sex tonight. Instead she slipped into her nightgown and got into bed. Picking up a book, she read for a while. Well before her husband came to bed, she became drowsy and turned off the light. As she drifted off to sleep, her last thought was about Christine and being hugged by her. In a blend of barely awake and the first hint of dream, her recollection of the hug was closer and the kiss was on the lips, not the cheek. With a soft sigh and a little smile, Kara went to sleep.

In the morning, the erotic bent of her dream was forgotten. It was another busy morning getting out of bed and helping others get their days started. Neither her husband nor her son was particularly good about getting up and it once again took her getting irritated and snapping before they budged. Then she made breakfasts and lunches for both of them. By the time they were out the door, her first thought was that she needed a nap. A moment after that, she remembered the plan for going to the museum with Christine.

She looked at the clock. Kara still had almost an hour and a half to get ready. Her mind went to what she should wear and Kara immediately started to feel butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t explain it but she had a nervous feeling that she had to wear something to impress Christine. Then she realized it wasn’t really to impress Christine; she wanted to please Christine with her choice. Despite having known her only for a couple of days, Christine’s opinion was already very important to her.

Without realizing it, Kara started the same process that she used when she was getting ready for a date night with her husband. Starting a scented bubble bath, Kara got out her body lotions that went with the bubble bath. In getting into the tub, Kara tried to relax in the warm water. What was normally almost automatic was inexplicably difficult. Rather than taking a long soak, Kara found herself more focused, washing her hair and then her body. After carefully shaving her legs so that they were silky smooth, Kara looked at her pussy. Normally she just trimmed it enough to not be visible when wearing a bathing suit. Now she felt hairy and unattractive. Taking her razor, she slowly and delicately trimmed it down until it was just a light strip of hair.

Running her fingers over her pussy, Kara felt a little wicked. It had been years since her pussy had looked like this. It made her feel more like how she was before her son was born. The light touch of her fingers felt good. She did it again, this time pressing a little harder. One touch followed another. Masturbating wasn’t unusual for her. Given how busy they were and the lack of romantic talent on her husband’s part, Kara had become quick used to it. Today was different. There was something that was getting her more and more excited. She was about to let loose when she noticed the clock. She was starting to run short on time. As much as she wanted to cum, she wanted to be right for Christine. Sighing, she would have to save it for later.

After toweling off, Kara put on her body lotion. Once again, she had to restrain herself. Rubbing it on her breasts, Kara found herself paying special attention to her nipples. It wasn’t until she started pulling on them that she realized what she was doing. She was now very horny and almost gave into to it. But again the clock intervened. She was down to half an hour and she still hadn’t picked out her clothes. Growling with frustration, Kara moved to her closet.

She spent 15 minutes picking out her outfit. She would have to spend more than that once she got home putting away the clothes that she discarded. She almost went with pair of skin tight jeans and peasant top but something made her want to show off her legs. Kara knew that they were very noticeable. Instead she put on a skirt that was just a shade short of being respectable. It was tight around her ass but then flared just a bit so that walking was easy. For a top, she picked out a light top that wasn’t too tight but had a deep V-neck. It showed off her breasts in the best way possible. She accented it by wearing a long silver necklace with the outline of a heart dangling at the end of it.

As she looked at herself, Kara felt pleased. She knew how attractive she looked and it felt like it had been too long since she had gone to this trouble. Just like a date night, she finished getting ready by putting a little dab of perfume between her breasts. It was such a habit that she didn’t realize she had done it.

The minutes counted down as Kara waited for Christine to arrive. Every few seconds, she checked herself in the mirror to make sure that nothing had been messed up. Her hair, her lips, her eyes, Kara needed to confirm that they all were perfect for Christine. When the doorbell rang, her heart felt like it went into overdrive. Looking in the mirror one final time, Kara went to the door to open it.

Christine was there wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans like the ones that Kara had considered. She had on a fancy leather jacket over a V-neck shirt. She was more well-endowed than Kara and her cleavage was very noticeable.

“Oh, don’t you look cute,” Christine said as she moved forward to give Kara a hug in greeting.

Hoping that the blush that spread across her checks wasn’t too noticeable, Kara returned the hug. “You look great too, Christine.”

With a little smile on her lips, Christine thanked her and asked if Kara was ready to go. Kara nodded, grabbed her purse and locked the door behind her. Walking to the driveway, Kara saw Christine’s car for the first time. It was a little black BMW sports car.

“Nice!” Kara commented. “It must be fun to drive!”

Christine laughed her throaty laugh. “It is! It definitely is.” Her smile became a little wry. “Maybe if you are a good girl today, I will let you drive it home!” She laughed again.

Kara was still a little too intimidated by Christine to know how to engage in the light banter. Her face flushed again and she finally weakly said, “I’ll try to be good, then.”

As she got into the car, Kara could feel how close Christine was to her. As much as she tried to ignore it, it only increased her nervousness.

Sensing her nervousness, Christine reached over and patted Kara’s hand. “Don’t worry; I am a very safe driver.”

Kara knew that wasn’t why she was nervous, but it was as good an excuse as any as to why she was on edge. “I trust you, Christine,” Kara replied.

Christine’s smile grew warmer and her fingers reached out to take Kara’s hand in hers, gently squeezing it. “I’m glad you do, dear.”

Without conscious thought, Kara’s hand turned so that it could hold Christine’s in return. Kara wasn’t even aware that she had done it until Christine had to pull her hand away so that she could start the car and maneuver out of the driveway. The little hand hold added to Kara’s feeling of confusion. Those few seconds where she had held Christine’s hand had felt very nice. Unlike the feeling of shock from the previous day, holding Christine’s hand had felt nice and a sense of warm was there. When it was withdrawn, that was when Kara had felt the shock. This time it was from the withdrawal of contact. Kara couldn’t figure out what was going on.

The drive into town was exhilarating. While a very controlled driver, Christine also liked to go fast. Her stops were quick and her accelerations were powerful. When taking a corner, the little car whipped around it. More than once, Kara felt the centrifugal force push her against Christine when the car turned right. Kara tried to just relax. As she got used to it, Kara didn’t move so quickly away from Christine after the turn was done. Christine seemed so strong. Her body hardly moved when the car turned. It was still confusing Kara but she admitted to herself that there was something about being in contact with Christine that felt good.

As Christine drove into a parking garage, she warned Kara. Grab on, I like taking the turns up here quick too.” To avoid being thrown against the door, Kara leaned over and took Christine’s arm. She could feel the force of the turn trying to pull her back but she kept holding on. Her cheek was pressing against Christine’s shoulder. Even after Christine stopped going up and was backing into a parking space, Kara didn’t pull away.

Finishing parking, Christine turned to look at Kara. Her hair brushed against Christine’s face. Breathing in deep, Christine said, “You smell very nice. I like your scent.”

Not really having noticed that they had stopped, Christine’s comment surprised Kara. She looked up quickly at Christine. Their faces were very close. For a moment, Kara almost thought that Christine would kiss her. But then Christine turned to get out. Inexplicably Kara didn’t feel discomfort at that moment. It took her a few seconds to recognize the feeling of disappointment. Not knowing what to think of that, Kara got out of the car too.

When they got to the elevator down, there was a small crowd already waiting. Getting into the elevator was tight. Somehow she managed to end up facing Christine. The crowd pressed against her so that she was in turn pressed against Christine. The feeling was almost overwhelming to Kara, even before Christine’s hands came to rest on Kara’s hips.

“Sorry, I had to steady myself,” Christine said. “I hope it’s okay.”

Not trusting herself to speak, Kara nodded. Today she could feel her nipples harden. Kara couldn’t explain it but she also couldn’t deny that she was aroused. She tried to pull back a little. She didn’t want Christine to feel them and be embarrassed. Kara thought to herself, “Okay, I have some sort of schoolgirl crush on her. It’s ridiculous but I can’t make Christine feel self-conscious.”

Once they were out of the elevator, Kara was able to get a little distance between them for the walk over to the museum. She needed that to regain a little control. Even still, Kara couldn’t help but admire Christine as she walked a little bit ahead of her. Everything about Christine seemed to radiate sexiness, her legs, her ass, her trim waist.

“I bet the guys find her very good in bed,” Kara wistfully thought. Her husband hadn’t seemed to care much about that for a while.

When they got into the museum, Christine reached out to put her hand on Kara’s back and pull her up alongside Christine at the ticket desk. With Kara moving tight against her, it was more comfortable to just keep her arm around Kara as she took care of getting tickets. Then Christine used her arm to help guide Kara the right way to enter the galleries. And of course Kara didn’t mind. She knew it was all innocent but it felt nice to have Christine touching her back.

Kara had the time of her life wandering the galleries with Christine. There was a Picasso exhibit and Christine seemed like an expert on his works. She enjoyed pointing out the intricate details of the different painting and sketches. Kara tried to suck all the information in, asking many questions. Christine delighted in Kara’s enthusiasm. Christine noticed that Kara took on a glow of happiness that seemed to have been missing from her before.

In the galleries, sometimes while Christine was examining a painting she would move ahead early in her excitement. But as she got further from Christine, Kara would sense her absence and quickly return within an arm’s length of her friend. There seemed to be increasing touching between them. By the time they were done and ready to leave the Picasso exhibit, it seemed natural for Kara to have her hand in the crook of Christine’s arm.

Christine led Kara through a few other galleries of the museum but Kara’s interest in the art was waning a little. But she still hung on Christine’s every word. Slowly they moved back to a more remote part of the museum until they were outside a small room containing some pieces of jewelry. As they entered the room, Christine reached up to take Kara’s hand in hers.

It was secluded inside. Few people knew it was there and even few came back to look in it. Kara hadn’t realized it but when Christine had taken her hand, Kara had interlaced her fingers in Christine’s. They stood side by side for a few moments, lost in their individual thoughts.

Then Christine turned to face Kara. She looked at Kara’s eyes. They were shining bright. There was a breathless quality about Kara.

Christine spoke softly, “I know, baby.” She paused, waiting to make sure that Kara was focused and aware of what was being said. “You haven’t ever felt like this before, have you? Not with a woman.”

Kara’s reply was barely more than a whisper. “No.”

Christine sighed. “I didn’t mean for you to feel like this. I’m gay, baby, but I wasn’t trying to make this happen, however adorable you are.” She paused again, waiting to make sure that Kara understood. She didn’t know how Kara would react. However tolerant society had become, it was always when she didn’t expect it that individual intolerance would be a nasty surprise.

Instead there was a little tension that drained way from Kara. After a moment, she leaned forward and rested her head against Christine’s chest. “It’s okay then. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Kara felt Christine’s arms encircle her and hold her close.

“Yes, it’s okay, baby. But are you sure? You are married.” Christine looked down at Kara nestled against her.

Kara was silent as she thought. Then she spoke up, a little louder and firmer than before. “Christine, it may have only been a few days but you have made me feel better than I have felt in a long time, maybe forever.” To emphasize her point, she stretched her head forward just a little and softly kissed Christine’s neck with little repeated kisses. “I don’t know what it means, but I am sure I want to see.”

Kara looked back up at Christine. Her lips were moist from the kisses to the neck. Christine was not sure that she had ever seen anyone look so sexy.

Their first kiss was hesitant. There was still a feeling on Christine’s part that she should hold back. And it was all new to Kara. It was her first girl kiss. It seemed so soft and gentle. She couldn’t help making a little moan. As her lips parted, Christine’s tongue automatically probed lightly forward. It brushed along Kara’s lips. The moan got a little louder. Kara’s own tongue reached out to find Christine’s. The two tongues stroked each other. It was slow and sensual. It felt so good to both of them. When they finally ended it, they stayed close; eyes closed and faces almost touching.

Finally they opened their eyes. Kara looked at Christine. She wanted to say something but she wasn’t sure what. Finally she just said, “Wow!”

Christine smiled and chuckled a little. “Wow, indeed.” She moved so that her hands could slide down to Kara’s hips. The movement felt like a caress and Kara couldn’t help shivering. Christine smiled a little more. She ran her left hand up Kara’s side until it brushed along the edge of Kara’s breast. As she felt that touch, Kara’s eyes closed. It lingered for a moment and then returned down to her hips.

Waiting until Kara’s eyes fluttered open again, Christine told her, “Now baby, I am going to take you to lunch. I know a nice place that is private and very tasty. And after, well we will see about after. I don’t want to rush anything.”

At first Kara’s immediate reaction was to ask if they couldn’t go someplace more private where they could explore these wonderful feelings. But on second thought, she realized that not only was Christine being wise, she was also showing that she cared. Right now, if Christine wanted to take her to bed, Kara wouldn’t put up the slightest objection. Christine could have her in the museum if she wanted; Kara had to admit to herself. Instead she was giving Kara time to change her mind. While at that moment Kara couldn’t imagine making a different choice, she felt a glowing warm feeling that she wasn’t just some prize that Christine was pursing. She nodded at Christine, not fully trusting herself to say anything more.

Christine moved close one more time. One hand slide up Kara’s back to the nape of her neck. She pulled Kara’s head forward so that she could kiss her again. This time it was less tentative. Christine’s fingers spread and were entangled in Kara’s hair. Their lips pressed against each other and Christine’s tongue sought and gained access to Kara’s mouth. It was short but it was intense. Then their bodies separated again. Christine’s fingers smoothed the hair that had been mussed, the combing action of her fingers feeling like more caresses to Kara.

Taking Kara’s hand and placing it in the crook of her arm as it had been when they had been wandering the museum, Christine looked at Kara and said, “Shall we go, baby?”

Kara nodded and they left the room. As they walked down the stairs and out, Christine tried to keep up the illusion that they were just two close friends, rather than would be lovers. Personally she didn’t care. She had been out for a long time and was quite comfortable with who she was. But Kara’s situation was different and though the odds were small that someone would recognize her, it could happen. Christine wanted to make sure that she protected Kara, especially when Kara was close to oblivious about the possibility. She kept trying to get a little closer so that their arms and legs were brushing each other as they walked. Christine chuckled and just tried not to let it be to apparent.

When they were both in the car, Christine leaned over to give Kara another kiss. Again, it wasn’t long, nor was it as intense as their second kiss. But it made Kara’s whole body tingle. As Christine withdrew from the kiss, Kara’s mouth followed her and prolonged it until the last moment possible. Her aggressive move made her a little self-conscious. Her eyes dropped for a second and then with a small voice she said, “I like your kisses.”

Christine reached over to stroke her cheek. “I like yours too. And we can have more, don’t worry. It is just first we will have lunch.” Christine pulled out of the parking space and drove out of the parking garage at a little more restrained pace. After pulling out onto the street, Christine took Kara’s hand in hers. Kara smiled and squeezed it. The contact between them felt good and reassuring, helping her to know that Christine wanted her too.

It didn’t take long for Christine to zip up the hill, leaving the downtown area and entering another section of town. It wasn’t only the gay part of town; there were lots of theaters in the area and wonderful dining. But without a doubt it was the center of gay and lesbian culture in town. Christine was very familiar with it. Kara was less so but did know it some. It was always an interesting area. Christine was lucky and able to almost immediately find parking.

This time Christine wasn’t so cautious. Christine opened the door for Kara and helped her out. As Kara exited the car, the power from Christine’s hand pulled her up and against Christine so that she could get a little clandestine kiss. Holding hands, they walked the half block to the small Italian restaurant Christine liked.

The hostess was an attractive blonde, probably in her late 30’s. It was clear from the cry of welcome and the big hug that she knew Christine. Kara looked on and found that she couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. It seemed so ridiculous but she realized that she was already thinking of Christine as hers.

“Baby, this is an old friend of mine, Louise,” Christine introduced them. “She is the owner of this little joint. I loved it the first time that I came in and I have been coming here forever. Louise, this is Kara.”

“Very nice to meet you, Kara.” Seeing a look in Christine’s eye, Louise directed them back to the booth furthest from the door. It was dim in there and another booth blocked it from being seen from the door.

“Louise, would you bring us a couple of glasses of that red that I like so much?” Christine asked as she sat down. Kara sat down across from Christine. Her smile grew when she felt Christine’s leg stretch out to touch her own. Christine also took Kara’s hand again.

“No one will disturb us here, baby. So we can talk.” Christine looked at Kara. She was so very desirable. It was hard to resist pushing quickly forward, but she didn’t want to take advantage without giving her a chance to reconsider. “You didn’t know I was a lesbian, did you?” she asked.

Blinking just a little at the word, Kara shook her head and then said, “No, if there is any gossip, well I don’t pay attention to that sort of thing.” She quickly added, “Not that it would have bothered me.”

Patting Kara’s hand, Christine went on. “I didn’t think so. I don’t hide it but I never felt like bashing anyone over the head with it either.” She stared deep into Kara’s eyes. “I want you to know that I don’t do this. Seduce women, especially married women. I have had a couple of flings with other mothers at school, but they were decidedly bi and were looking for likeminded women to play around with. I was a safe choice for them. They could approach me without the potential of accidentally picking someone who would blow their cover. It has never been my thing to try and bed a married woman.” She paused and then added, “No matter how desirable she is.”

Once again, Kara blushed in a very pretty way. It had been a long time since anyone had paid her complements and she always found them embarrassing. Behind her, Kara heard the waitress coming back towards them. She started to reflexively pull her hand away from Christine’s but Christine’s fingers gently but firmly wouldn’t let go. Kara looked up at Christine and her calm expression made Kara stop trying. They sat there without saying anything as the waitress poured their wine for them and then disappeared.

“Baby, just stop worrying. No one is going to say even notice us. First of all, they are used to gay couples here. Second, they know I want privacy. And usually I get what I want,” Christine said with her little half smile. “You know, I picked up something when we met at the coffee shop but I was convinced I was misreading the situation. But you were feeling it then, weren’t you?” She paused and waited for Kara to reply.

It took her a few moments before Kara found the words. “Yes, there was something about being with you. I can’t describe it but I tried to just ignore it.”

Christine looked at Kara for a few moments, then she said, “But you couldn’t, could you? You kept thinking about me last night, didn’t you?”

Kara nodded. Christine kept looking at her. It felt like Christine could see right into her.

“And today, you were all horny. You played with yourself.” Christine chuckled. “But you didn’t cum, did you?”

Dropping her eyes, Kara whispered the answer, “No.”

Leaning forward, Christine brushed her lips against Kara’s. “Poor baby!” she added.

Kara found that the little light kiss left her trembling. She picked up her wine and drank a little bit to help calm down. This time when the waitress came over it was welcome. Kara felt the need for a slight distraction if she wasn’t going to breakdown and beg Christine to make love to her.

Once the waitress had left with their orders, Christine helped by leading the conversation back to the art they had seen. It was a safe topic. Nevertheless, neither of them could avoid a little bit of flirtation entering into their conversation. Kara was having a wonderful time and kept her hand firmly in Christine’s. A couple of times, she shyly lowered her head and softly kissed Christine’s hand. Kara just wanted to let Christine know how she was feeling. Their meal was wonderful and Kara thoroughly enjoyed the conversation. After lunch, the waitress brought them a couple of espresso and then made sure that they had all the privacy they wanted.

They both sipped their drinks in silence for a moment. Putting hers down, Christine smiled at Kara. “You know, don’t you that I would love to take you home and make love to you. You are very sexy, baby so I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.” She entwined her fingers in Kara’s and tightened them just a bit. “But I want you to know that it’s okay if we don’t. If in thinking about it, you have changed your mind, then we can go back and just be friends and it will be as if this never happened. It would be just two friends who had a nice day at the museum.” Christine reached out and stroked Kara’s cheek. “You are not a conquest, baby. You are too wonderful for me to do that to you.

“So think about it. It’s your choice,” Christine paused again, this time for a little longer. She let the silence drag out. Finally she went on. “If you want to continue, I will make sure you don’t regret it. So you pick.”

Just as Christine hoped, Kara did think about it. She considered her marriage and how she had never before been attracted to a woman. She could see the logic in pulling back. But the emotional side of her didn’t care. Christine was making her feel good and that was rare these days. The more she thought, the more she felt like she didn’t need to. Her lips parted but words didn’t come out the first try. She wasn’t even sure what she would say. Finally she just simply said, “I want you, Christine.”

Lifting Kara’s hand, Christine placed a soft kiss on the center of her palm. Then she said, “Show me that you want me, baby. I want you to take off your panties right there and hand them to me. Let me see how wet they are. I can smell them but I want to see.”

Now Kara really blushed. It was totally true that her panties were soaking. The whole lunch being with Christine had kept her excited, but now Christine’s words caused her pussy to positively drip. She had never done such a thing before. If it had been her husband who asked her, she would have been pissed beyond belief. Having this sexy confident woman tell her to take off her panties in public, that was thrilling.

Looking around to make sure that there was still no one who could see her, Kara carefully pulled up her skirt more to make it easier to get at them. She could sense Christine’s eyes on her. She locked her eyes on Christine’s and reached down. For a moment, her fingers accidentally caressed across her pussy lips. She couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped from her mouth. Then she slowly started working them down her legs. Finally they were far enough down that they just dropped and she could step out of them. Kara reached down and found them on the floor. She quickly picked them up and reached across the table to hand them to Christine.

Christine took them from Kara. She brought them to her face and breathed in deeply. “Oh yes, baby that was what I was smelling. And you smell so nice.” Christine had a wicked smile on her face now. She carefully tucked them away in her purse.

“You are naughty, baby, aren’t you? Sitting there in a restaurant without any panties on, getting even more excited,” Christine smiled her wicked grin again. “What does that make you, baby?”

Kara thought. She wasn’t sure what answer Christine was looking for but she had an idea. And in any case, it was how she felt at that moment.

“A slut. A slut for you, Christine.” Kara’s voice was husky with excitement. “Only for you.”

“That’s right,” Christine nodded. After paying the bill, she stood up. “Come here, baby,” she said. When Kara was in front of her, Christine took her into her arms. This time the kiss wasn’t short and it didn’t stop at their lips. Back in the corner of the restaurant where no one could see her, Christine let her hands slide up and down Kara’s body, pressing Kara close against her. Her own hips thrust against Kara. Christine’s finger tips found the bare skin below Kara’s blouse and she dragged her fingers along it, then sliding them down below the waist band. She trailed kisses down Kara’s neck, causing Kara to throw back her head and moan. Christine stopped any more incriminating moans by once again kissing Kara on the mouth, her tongue plunging inside. Finally the kiss ran its course and as she continued to embrace Kara, she whispered “Are you ready for me to take you home, baby?”

“Please!” It was a cross between a whimper and a whine. Kara couldn’t believe how excited she was. Christine was pushing all her buttons and she was being kept on the edge. She wanted Christine to make her cum but knew it couldn’t happen there.

As they made their way out of the restaurant, it was a good thing that the chances were so remote that they would be recognized. Even though Christine wasn’t doing anything in particular, Kara was hanging all over her. She had her arm around Christine in a way that couldn’t be mistake for anything other than they were together. Without thinking once she even leaned her head over to kiss Christine’s cheek, then her ear then down her neck. Luckily the car was very close. Christine got her in it as quickly as possible.

Driving down the road, Christine placed her hand on Kara’s thigh. She softly stroked it. Her fingers slide between Kara’s thighs and continued their caresses along her inner thigh. Kara parted her legs a little more. Her hands found grips in the car and squeezed tight. She felt Christine slowly push her skirt higher and higher. Finally the cool air blowing from the car’s fan touched her pussy lips. She was exposed for Christine to see her. Any feeling of embarrassment was gone. Now she wanted Christine to see her and desire her, the way she desired Christine.

At a stop light, Christine took the opportunity to look down at Kara’s pussy. “Oh, that is a pretty pussy. Such a nice little trimmed bush.” She noticed how Kara’s cheeks became flushed all of a sudden. “You did that for me, didn’t you, baby?” She took her finger and made Kara look at her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You wanted to look pretty, everywhere … you didn’t even understand what you wanted but you still got your little pussy ready for me anyway.” Christine leaned over and softly kissed Kara. Her tongue gently touched and played with Kara’s. As the kiss ended, the light turned green and the car started to roll again.

When she placed her hand back on Kara, this time is was much closer to her pussy. Christine’s fingers made little light circles. Each circle came a little closer. She could feel Kara’s hips moving back and forth. She doubted that Kara was aware of it. As her fingers came into contact with the little hairs, Christine stopped the circular motion. Now her fingers just softly moved up and down. She felt the little wispy hairs slide over her fingers. She made the movement inward even slower now. Her fingertips were starting to feel moist. Then they brushed against Kara’s pussy lip. Kara let out a gasp. Very carefully, Christine felt her way along it, moving up and down the length. She made sure not to cross over to the slit beside it. The movement of Kara’s hips had become more forceful.

“That feels so good, doesn’t it baby?” Christine asked in a soft voice. “Don’t you like the feeling of my fingers touching your pussy?” When Kara nodded, Christine whispered again, “Say it, baby.”

“I like how you are touching me. Your fingers feel good on my pussy!” Kara gasped out. As she said that, she was rewarded with Christine’s fingers sliding into her slit. They ran up and down, being very careful to avoid her clit.

“Oh God, yes,” Kara exclaimed.

Now Christine was on the freeway and had to focus more. She contented herself with just a slow pulsing in and out of Kara’s slit. It kept Kara on the edge but it was not enough to push her over it. Kara of course wanted more. She let go of her grip and put her hand on the back of Christine’s and tried to drive it deeper. But Christine was quite strong and the effort didn’t work. Kara just tried to lay back and let Christine tease her. She kept her hand on Christine’s, softly caressing it.

When they came to their exit, Christine frustrated Kara further by taking her hand away. They were in familiar territory now and she wanted to be careful. But first she lifted up her fingers to Kara’s mouth. Kara instantly flicked her tongue out to clean them. She had of course tasted herself before. This time it was different. She wondered how Christine would taste. Would it be very different or just a variation. Her body trembled with the desire to know. She quickly finished her task by sucking each finger into her mouth and making sure that it was clean.

For the remainder of the drive, they just quietly held hands. Kara’s skirt had fallen down enough that it just looked like it had slide up when sitting down. Her pussy continued to throb and her hips wouldn’t stop their movement. She didn’t remember ever being that excited. As they pulled up to Christine’s house, Kara felt impatience at how slow the garage door opened and then closed behind them.

As soon as it was closed, Kara turned and kissed Christine hard. She tried to pour all her sexual frustration into that kiss to let Christine know how much she wanted it. Both women lost themselves in the kiss. Christine’s tongue was aggressive in seeking Kara’s but it was welcomed. They swirled around and against each other. Finally they had to come up for air.

Christine looked into Kara’s eyes. “So are you ready to be fucked, baby?” she simply asked.

“Like I never have before, Christine,” Kara replied.

Hand in hand, they went into the house and Christine directed them to the bedroom. As she entered, Christine checked the clock. Good, they would have about two hours before Kara would have to head home to meet the school bus. There was a twinge in Christine. She knew it wouldn’t be enough, not for either of them, but it was what they had.

Leaving Kara standing in front of her, Christine sat down on an easy chair. She looked up at Kara with her wicked grin back in place. “Undress for me,” Christine commanded.

For a moment, Kara wasn’t sure what to do and then her mind slipped into gear. Her imagination created suitable music for the occasion. Her body picked up the beat. Only she could hear it, but Christine could certainly see it in Kara’s body. Kara began to swing her hips back and forth. Her hands slide down her body, touching her hard nipples. They went down over her flat belly to brush over her pussy, covered for now by her skirt. Lower and lower they went, all the way down her legs. Kara’s exercise routine had her extremely flexible. When she touched her toes, she was almost completely bent in half. Tossing her head back and forth to the beat in her mind, she started to come back up. Kara lifted her head and met Christine’s eyes. When her finger tips got to her skirt, Kara began to slide that up. She pulled it up until her pussy was almost exposed. At the last second she dropped it back down. Caressing her upper body, Kara gyrated and slowly turned around. When she faced away from Christine, she started to go down again. This time she changed how she was moving. Kara started to bounce first one foot then the other. It made her ass move in a most delightful way.

When she was completely bent over, Kara looked back over to Christine to check the effect she had been having on Christine. It made her smile a very sexy smile. Christine was showing the first real signs of how excited she was. One hand was gently stroking one breast while the other was between her legs, pressing against the crotch of her jeans. Kara ran her tongue along her lips then started to straighten up again. This time her hands were on the backs of her legs and she slid her skirt up even higher. She exposed her tight smooth ass to Christine, as she slowly danced in a circle around. Her skirt was still covering her pussy though. It seemed to Kara that Christine was very disappointed that she didn’t get to see it.

Now she slowly moved closer so that her feet were almost touching Christine’s. She started slowly rocking her hips from side to side. Her fingers touched the top of her skirt, running along the bare skin. When they reached the button, she quickly undid it. The loose skirt started to slide down with Kara’s hands alternatively helping it go down and then pulling it up. Little by little, she exposed her pussy. This time it was Christine who made a little gasp. Finally Kara let it slip from her fingers and fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and moved a little more forward to Christine.

As much as she was enjoying stripping for Christine, Kara had to also admit that she was wanting to get the preliminaries over and actually start touching Christine and being touched by her. She reached down and pulled off her top without any further teasing, tossing it away. Then she straddled Christine and sat on her lap.

Kara giggled when she reached back to undo her bra. The motion pushed her breasts right into Christine’s face. It wasn’t what she intended but she liked the result. Christine started kissing her breasts, first through her bra and then when it fell away, along the bare skin. Kara’s hands slid into Christine’s hair and pulled her close. Christine’s kisses went first along the sides but then she made her way to one of Kara’s hard little nipples. Her tongue stroked it first. That caused a delicious shudder to ripple down Kara. Then very gently, Christine sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue continued to play with it.

The sensation seemed to shoot right though Kara. She had never before come just from having her breasts touched but she was almost there when Christine lifted her mouth. Kara let out a groan of disappointment. Her fingers tightened on Christine’s hair and tugged just a little.

“Hold on, baby. I’m going to let my little slut cum real soon. Trust me,” Christine said as she ran her fingers down Kara’s back. “Help me with my top, baby.” Kara hurriedly pulled off Christine’s top and then followed it by removing her bra. In her excitement, she struggled just a little. She felt almost like a teenage boy with how long it took her. Finally it was off and she could admire Christine. Their bodies were very different. Whereas Kara was young, Christine was older and more mature. Her breasts sagged just a little but were still delightful with nice long nipples. They were heavier than Kara’s as well. She reached out to touch them, tracing the shape.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Christine purred. “But let me up so that I can take off these jeans.” Before doing so, Kara leaned forward and softly kissed each nipple. Then she stood while Christine unzipped them and took them off. Her panties came with them so she was now naked sitting on the chair. Kara knew that Christine wasn’t perfect but right now she couldn’t see any imperfections.

Standing up, Christine took a step towards Kara and pushed her just a little in the direction of the bed. Her voice was very husky. “Get on the bed, baby. Now it’s time to really play.”

Kara backed up until she fell back on to the bed. She moved up a bit and waited for Christine to come to her. Her body was all available now for Christine to see. One leg was pulled up so that it opened up her pussy. Christine could see how wet she was. Kara held out her arms as Christine joined her on the bed. This time there was nothing between them. The feeling of skin on skin was breathtaking. Christine’s arms slide around Kara and pulled her close. Their mouths met in another deep kiss.

In between the kisses, Kara was alternately moaning and begging Christine to make love to her. This time there would be no additional foreplay. Their bodies were already pressing against each other, seeking out just the right touch. Christine, with her experience, expertly moved so that legs slipped between legs. Kara gasped as she felt Christine’s thigh press against her pussy. She tried to mimic what Christine was doing. Slowly they built up a motion. It was so different than what she had known before. There seemed to be a much greater aware of the other person’s needs and the intensity of the kiss continued. Kara could feel how every little thing she did was reflected in Christine’s reaction and loved the things that she did in return.

As they began to thrust harder and harder against each other, Kara couldn’t help but scraping her nails down Christine’s back. She knew she was leaving marks but she was so excited. Suddenly she felt her release start. She felt the orgasm rip through her whole body, buck and shuddering.

For her part, Christine had been close already but still had enough self-control as to be able to hold off cumming until Kara started. Once that happened, she pressed against Kara’s spasming body in a way that just enough to start her own orgasm. Their kissing was now interspersed with gasps and moans and words that didn’t always make sense.

Kara peaked with a long scream of “Oh Christine!” Her body fell limp except for some slowly dying twitches. Her hands now were caressing Christine’s back as she felt her lover’s own orgasm slowly die away. Christine slowly became more aware of her surroundings and gently turned them so that they were facing each other on their sides.

Regaining her breath, Christine reached up and softly stroked Kara’s face. “That was so hot, baby. Most of the time, I want it slower and to take it’s time. But I think you and I both needed it fast and hard this time.”

Kara responded by kissing Christine. It was long and had a delicate passion that was different than their kisses before, but every bit as satisfying. “I couldn’t have waited another second, Christine. I needed you to just fuck me.”

While they recovered from the intensity of the sex, both of them slowly caressed each other. Now there was nothing urgent about it. When Kara found that touching a spot on the side of Christine’s breast made her shiver, she spent a few minutes exploring that before moving on. Christine discovered that Kara loved being kissed along her collarbone. And not just kisses, it excited her to have Christine flick her tongue along it, and then gently pull on Kara’s skin with the lightest grip of her teeth. Each woman seemed to take her turn in finding something new.

Slowly their excitement began to build again. Christine could tell that Kara was ready to go further and left off playing with her breast. She rolled up on top of Kara again, this time lower. She kissed between Kara’s breasts then slowly began to explore lower. Her head moved from one side to another, kissing, touching with her tongue and blowing softly on the moistened skin. Kara’s hips started to flex again, down then up, pressing against Christine’s body.

Finally Christine was between Kara’s legs. Christine could smell the scent of Kara’s excitement. It filled her senses and that in itself was exciting to Christine. Brushing her lips against Kara’s little pussy hairs, Christine felt little drops of moisture coating her lips. Her tongue darted out for a first taste of the tangy stuff. A growl escaped from her throat. Then she softly ran her tongue to trace the outer edges of where Kara had hair. With each caress of her tongue, Kara’s hips moved upwards. Her hands were in Christine’s hair, not pushing her down but rather just softly stroking her head.

As Christine reached the lowest part of Kara’s pussy, she found the beginning of her slit. Christine’s tongue flicked forward to part her. The evoked a loud groan from Kara. Then gently, slowly, Christine moved her tongue all the way up. Kara’s legs pulled away to help open her up. Just as she reached the top, Christine was very careful to not touch Kara’s clitty. Instead she pushed Kara’s lips to the side and just skirted past it. This time the groan was one of disappointment. Looking up at Kara, Christine flashed another wicked, evil grin. Returning her attention to her target, Christine continued to travel up and down Kara’s pussy with her tongue. Each pass, she tried to come a little closer to Kara’s clitty.

Kara started to say “please” each time. It started softly and gently. Each pass increased its intensity and longing. Her fingers were starting to tighten in Christine’s hair, trying to pull Christine against her pussy. But Christine was too strong. She would get there when it was time.

With Kara begging, Christine flicked her tongue against Kara’s clitty. It was sending an electric shock through Kara. Her whole body jerked. Christine followed up by another stroke and then another. She began to vibrate her tongue as she stroked Kara. It was moving her clitty back and forth. Kara’s passion quickly grew. She was thrusting herself against Christine. With Kara’s movements, Christine found it hard to keep in place and had to press her face against Kara’s pussy. Her lips sought out Kara’s clitty and captured it. Her tongue made broad, hard lashes.

Kara could feel Christine play with her clitty. Her excitement built. Kara’s legs wrapped around Christine’s upper body. The feeling was amazing. Christine was touching all the right places to bring her the maximum pleasure. Kara pressed her pussy down in to Christine, trying to reach an even higher place.

Her face covered with Kara’s juices, Christine went after Kara with enthusiasm. Her motion changed. Now she moved back and forth between flicking Kara’s clitty and thrusting her tongue as deep as she could into Kara’s pussy. She could feel Kara responding to the tongue fucking. Kara was beginning to thrash around, head moving from side to side. Her legs curled around Christine’s back, pulling herself down against Christine. All of a sudden, Kara’s body went still for one second and then she let loose.

Cumming, Kara screamed her pleasure to Christine who couldn’t tell exactly what the scream was. As Kara’s body thrashed around the bed, Christine kept ahold of Kara and her faced pressed tight against her pussy. Christine’s tongue thrust in and out, feeling the spasms running through Kara. Her hair was still in Kara’s grasp, being pulled hard enough to hurt. But Christine didn’t let it distract her. She wanted Kara to have an incredible orgasm. Her talented tongue continued to fuck Kara’s pussy as long as Kara was cumming.

Slowly Kara’s moans became more understandable. She was just saying over and over again “Christine, oh Christine.”

As the orgasm slowly died, Christine’s urgency went away. A soft stroking of her tongue replaced the hard thrusts. She loved the taste of Kara’s juices and sought them wherever they were. Delicate flicks cleaned up Kara’s thighs. Then she licked down between her ass cheeks, gathering the cum that had pooled there. Christine could hear Kara making little whimpers. She wasn’t ready or even able to start getting excited again, but it obviously felt good to Kara.

At last Christine seemed satisfied that she had it all. Slowly she started moving back up Kara’s body. She made no attempt to arouse Kara again. This time it was just soft gentle caresses that conveyed the tenderness that Christine felt for Kara. When they were face to face, the two women embraced each other.

Kara nestled in against Christine and sighed happily. She felt utterly spent. Christine started to stroke her hair. The repetitive brushing of fingers through her hair began to make Kara sleepy. As she drifted between awake and asleep, Kara’s arms tightened around Christine and her lips lightly brushed against Christine’s neck. In her drowse, Kara smiled in response to the little sigh that her new lover made at the touch of lips on skin.

Catching sight of the clock, Christine made a second sigh but it was noticeably different from the previous one. As she expected, time had flown by. There was only about 20 minutes before Kara would have to head home to meet the school bus. There was no more time for play, no matter how much she wanted to extend it.

“Baby?” Christine said, taking her hand from Kara’s hair. Kara didn’t seem to notice at first and she had to repeat herself a little louder.

“Yes ….” Kara paused for a second. She wasn’t quite sure what to call Christine. Finally she just said what she was feeling. “Yes, darling?”

The endearing tone that she used made Christine tighten her arms and hug Kara more tightly. She bent her head forward to kiss the tip of Kara’s nose. That in turn made Kara smile and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Christine.

“I don’t know how to say this, baby, but the bus will be coming soon. We need to get up,” Christine said as she gently stroked Kara’s cheek.
With a slightly petulant tone, Kara muttered, “Don’t wanna!” She tightened her own arms and turned her head to kiss Christine’s fingers.

“I don’t either but your sweet little boy is expecting his mommy to meet him. And neither of us wants him to be disappointed, do we?”

Kara made her own sigh. She loved how Christine’s body felt against hers. She didn’t want to lose that feeling. Even though she was nervous about it, she also wanted to learn how to return the pleasure that she had received. But now wasn’t going to be the time. “I guess you are right,” she nodded. “Do we have time for a little more kissing and cuddling?”

“Baby, I like the way you think. I am sure we have that much time,” Christine said. Both of them moved their heads together and began to kiss. It was different from any of the previous kisses. Unlike the beginning there was nothing tentative about it, but neither was it urgent. There was a passion in the kiss that wasn’t in danger of exploding. The kisses were deep and prolonged. Christine’s tongue slid into Kara’s mouth and was greeted by her tongue. They caressed each other for a few moments before Kara’s tongue moved into Christine’s. Every once in a while they would come apart and just look into each other’s eyes. Then they would come back together. Then Kara saw Christine’s eyes flick towards the clock and she knew that their time together was over.

That realization made her wonder what was next. She had never done anything like this. It didn’t feel like a onetime thing to her but what was it to Christine? Without even realizing it, she tensed up.

Christine could read Kara’s body. Between that and the nervous look in her eyes, it wasn’t hard for Christine to figure out what she was thinking.

“I know, baby,” Christine softly said as she linked fingers with Kara. “What do you want? It might be hard, but I can walk away if you want to leave it at this. Or we can see where it goes. You tell me, baby.”

“No,” Kara blurted out. Then realizing she might not be clear, she continued. “Please, don’t walk away. I don’t want this to end.” She hugged Christine tight. With just a touch of wetness in her eyes, Kara said, “You make me feel so very good.” Blushing she added, “Not just what we did. It’s how you make me feel just being together.”

Feeling a lump in her own throat, Christine returned the hug. “I didn’t want to, baby. I was just offering you the option.” They kissed again. As their lips separated, Christine reached up and brushed the moisture away from the corners of Kara’s eyes. “You are a special woman, baby and I am glad that you don’t want the option.”

As they both dressed, Christine could feel her own nervousness although Kara wasn’t aware of it. While she had had affairs with other mothers from the school, they were clearly just that. There had never been one that went beyond an occasional tumble. This felt different and that was a little scary to her. Nevertheless Christine had no second thoughts. She would see where it went.

When Kara was ready to leave, Christine took her into her arms again. Kara pressed her body close against Christine. It still felt like electric shocks to her. As the kiss ended, Christine whispered, “My baby.” Just hearing her say that made Kara feel something warm inside her. She replied, “My darling.” Reluctantly parting, they walked hand in hand to the door. They agreed to talk in the morning. It was hard to let go of each other’s hand but they did just before the door opened. And then Kara was gone.