Caretaker’s Daughter, Part Three

Amy was grinning ear to ear as she left the barn. Today had been amazing, couldn’t have gone any better. She had finally gotten to ride Midnight, had played out her little fantasy about getting caught skinny dipping, and tonight… It would be her turn to have a roll in the hay with Leslie. She could barely believe her favorite daydream was coming true.

She was halfway to the house when she remembered the dress was in her hamper, dirty. She needed to get in the wash if she was going to wear it tonight. Breaking into a run, she hoped her aunt wasn’t doing laundry. Amy forced herself to walk as she made it to the front porch. The last thing she wanted right now was to explain why she was running around like a madwoman if her aunt saw her.

Inside, she headed for the stairs to the second floor and the guest bedroom that was hers for the summer. Passing by the kitchen, Amy saw her aunt chopping vegetables for dinner. Her aunt must have caught a glimpse of her because she looked up.

Amy waved and called as she hurried by, “Hi, Aunt Ellen!”

“Amy, wait. Come here for a second,” Her aunt called after her.

Her foot was on the bottom stair, Amy sighed. She retraced her steps to the kitchen to see what her aunt wanted.

Smiling, her aunt asked, “How was your ride?”

In her excitement about getting ready for tonight, Amy had almost forgotten it had been her aunt who had let her ride Midnight. Grinning, she went to the woman, gave her a fierce hug and said, “Thank you so much, Aunt Ellen. It was amazing! We followed some of the old game trails in the woods… And I didn’t break my neck!”

Her aunt laughed, said, “That’s always a good thing.”

“Leslie said if the ride went okay, I might be able to do it, again,” Amy said, holding her breath and crossing her fingers.

“I’ll talk to your uncle about it,” Aunt Ellen said.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Amy said, giving her aunt another big hug.

“You are welcome, sweetie,” Her aunt said, hugging her back, “now, go away. I need to finish dinner.”

“What are you making?” Amy asked.

“Pork chops and mashed potatoes,” Aunt Ellen said.

“Mm,” Amy said, her mouth watering. Aunt Ellen made the best mash potatoes and gravy. Looking at the little piles of vegetables on the cutting board, Amy asked, “Need any help?”

Snorting, her aunt said, “You would ask me that when I’m on my last potato.”

“Do I at least get points for asking?” Amy asked.

“Yeah,” her aunt said, smiling at her, “now get out of my kitchen.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amy said.

She ran upstairs for her laundry, taking her hamper down to the basement where the washer and dry were kept. Amy heard the washer before she saw it and her shoulders fell because she knew it was in use. Opening the door to the laundry nook, Amy was surprised to see her sixteen-year-old cousin Aria sitting on the rumbling machine.

Aria seemed distracted by whatever was on her phone screen, but she took a second to look up when she saw the door open. She acknowledged Amy with a slight tip of her head. Amy gave her cousin one of her own, setting her hamper down.

Aria looked from the hamper to Amy. With a curious smile, she asked, “Doing some laundry?”

“Um, yeah,” Amy said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. It was kind of a stupid question since she wasn’t in the practice of carrying her hamper around for no reason. She was about to tell the girl that when she saw the corners of Aria’s mouth turn up in a knowing smile.

Amused, Aria asked, “Hot date?”

“What?” Amy asked.

“Mom does the laundry around here, so you must need something washed in a hurry. So… Hot date?” Aria asked.

“No,” Amy said, then realized she had answered too quickly.

Aria’s knowing smile widened even more, and she said, “Liar. You need to work on your poker face.”

Hoping to change the course of the conversation, Amy asked, “Do you have a hot date?”

Before Aria could answer, the buzzer on the washer went off, and the rumbling machine came to a stop. Grinning, her cousin hopped to the floor. She opened the lid and dug inside. Coming out with the skimpiest thong Amy had ever seen, Aria said, “This is the kind of date I have.”

Her eyes wide, Amy asked, “Do you think you’ll need those?”

Laughing at Amy reaction, Aria said, “I did last night.”

“Wow,” Amy said.

“How about you?” Aria asked, teasing, “are you going to need some cute panties for your date tonight?”

“I don’t have a date,” Amy said, wishing it didn’t sound like a lie to her own ears.

“Right,” Aria laughed, opening the dryer. As she transferred her wet clothes to the other machine, she said, “You really shouldn’t try to bullshit a bullshitter.”

“I’m not bullshitting you,” Amy said, which of course was total bullshit.

“That’s okay… I don’t want to know about it. That way, if you get caught, I can plead innocence with a straight face,” Aria said, closing the lid on the dryer. She set the timer and hit start, then turned to Amy, “The washer’s all yours. Don’t forget to separate your whites and colors.”

“Shut up,” Amy said, laughing.

Then she was alone. Amy quickly sorted out a load of whites, tossing them in the washer. Pouring some detergent in, she tried to figure out the knobs on the back. It was very different than the one Amy had back home, so it took her a minute to get the settings right. When she finally figured it out, and water started filling the machine, she scooped up her hamper and headed up to the guest room.

Setting the hamper down, Amy flopped on her bed. A glance at her alarm clock made her groan. The earliest she could expect her aunt and uncle to go to bed was ten, which was still an eternity from now. Well, just over five hours, but still an eternity.

Amy sighed, looking up at the ceiling. She started smiling as she wondered what it would be like, sleeping with Leslie. Her heart started beating faster as she thought about kissing Leslie in the stables. There had been real desire behind Leslie’s kiss, and Amy thought the woman wanted this, too. Amy shook her head in wonder, barely believing the thing she had fantasized about all year was going to come true.

She glanced at the alarm clock and groaned again when she saw only five minutes had passed. At this rate, ten o’clock would never get here. She needed a distraction, something to help pass the time. Sitting up, she saw her tablet charging on the nightstand. Putting her back to the headboard, she pulled the tablet on to her knees. As it went through its startup routine, she glanced at the clock, again.

“Seriously? Seven minutes?” Amy said, incredulously. She thought the thing must be broken, time passing much too slow according to the glowing numerals. When the tablet booted up, she sighed in frustration when she saw the clock was keeping time just fine.

Amy opened her photos, saw the folder she had labeled ‘Leslie’. A little embarrassed, she wondered about her obsession with the woman that she needed her own folder. Tapping the icon, Amy opened the folder and started a slideshow. Image after image of a very candid Leslie, usually photographed without her knowledge passed across the screen. Amy wasn’t the best photographer, but then she didn’t need to be with her choice of subject. The camera loved Leslie, captured her beauty effortlessly.

Amy thought Leslie was the most beautiful women she has ever seen, her brilliant smile and warm blue eyes putting the most stunning runway model to shame. Then again, Amy knew her perceptions were a bit skewed by the fact that she was at least a little bit in love with the woman.

Not for the first time, Amy wondered how she had ended up here, at least a little in love with a woman more than twice her age. Before that night last summer in the hayloft, Amy hadn’t been even slightly interested in girls or older women. Her sexual orientation had been turned on its ear in the course of one night. It had happened so fast that Amy sometimes wondered if her inner lesbian was there all along and just needed the right nudge.

That nudge had come in the form of Leslie’s naked body. It had been the beginning of her infatuation with the caretaker and her appreciation of the female form in general. Looking back now, she wondered why she had needed the nudge in the first place. There was nothing more alluring than feminine curves… Especially curves that belonged to a certain blonde caretaker.

As the slideshow went on, Amy realized she had a lot of photos of Leslie. Shaking her head sadly at herself, she closed out the slideshow and opened the latest novel she was reading. She hoped to lose herself in the story for a few hours. It was a good book and the perfect distraction.

She had only been reading twenty minutes or so when there was a knock at the door. Aria poked her head in and said, “I put your clothes in the dryer.”

“Thanks,” Amy said, giving her cousin an appreciative smile.

“The little white dress for your date tonight?” Aria asked, with a mischievous smile.

“I don’t have a date tonight,” Amy said, sticking to her lie even though Aria clearly didn’t believe her.

“Just needed underwear and socks in a hurry, huh?” Aria teased.

“What, did you go through my laundry?” Amy asked, giving her a look.

“Just noticed when I was moving you over,” Aria, laughing.

“Right,” Amy said.

“Anyway, I’d pull the dress in about twenty minutes, while it is still slightly damp. That way you won’t have to iron it for your big date,” Aria said.

“I don’t have a date,” Amy said, sounding like a broken record.

“So you keep saying,” Aria said, laughing as she closed the door.

Shaking her head, Amy glanced at the alarm clock, marking the time she needed to pull the dress out of the dryer.

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Fresh from her shower, Amy slipped into her pajamas. Looking in the mirror above the sink, she thought about doing something with her hair and makeup, then thought better of it. It was just after eight o’clock. Aunt Ellen would wonder why she had done her hair and makeup at this time of night. The last thing she needed was for her aunt to be suspicious of her right before she was trying to sneak out. She’d have to wait.

She was already taking a shower at night, which was out of character for her. Amy could only hope her aunt didn’t notice or wonder about the change of habit.

Done with the bathroom, she opened the door and found Aria leaning against the wall opposite it. Amy blushed when she saw the girl’s amused, knowing smile. That smile said Aria knew she was up to something.

“No date my ass,” Aria said.

Hoping her cousin would just let it go, Amy said, “Um, I’m done with the bathroom if you need it.”

“Not going to deny it, then?” Aria teased.

“You never believed me anyway,” Amy said, laughing self-consciously.

“Like I said- you can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”

“Right,” Amy said, then frowned as she looked at her cousin leaning against the wall, “why are you just standing in the hallway?”

“I was going to tell you not to get ready before Mom and Dad go to bed, but you figured it out for yourself,” Aria said.

“You were waiting out here to tell me that?” Amy asked, dubiously.

“That and to gloat about being right about you having a date,” Aria said, grinning.

“Am I that obvious?” Amy asked, nervously.

“You are doing okay for your first time,” Aria asked, then narrowed her eyes, “this is your first time, isn’t it? Sneaking out?”

“Yeah,” Amy said, looking down the hall anxiously, “do you think Aunt Ellen knows?”

“Relax. You are still under Mom’s radar,” Aria said.

Nodding, Amy said, “Good… And, thanks. You know, for the heads up.”

“Don’t want you to get pinched on your first time out,” Aria said, then playfully added, “besides, if you get caught, it’ll make it harder for me to sneak out.”

Laughing, Amy said, “Here, I thought you were worried about me, but you are just covering your own ass.”

“If I wasn’t worried about you, I wouldn’t have left something under your pillow,” her cousin said, pushing away from the wall.

“What did you leave under my pillow?” Amy asked, intrigued.

“Call it a care package,” Aria said, then pointed at the bathroom, “now, get out. I need to shower.”

“Okay,” Amy said, stepping aside so Aria could use the bathroom.

Alone in the hallway, Amy hurried to the guest room, wondering what sort of ‘care package’ her cousin had left her. She pulled her pillow aside, saw a black plastic bag with a knot it the top. There was a note attached to it, and she read it first:

In case this is a sexy underwear kind of night- I’m not saying I recommend it, by the way. Don’t worry, I’ve never worn it. Found out the hard way you should read laundry tags before you wash something. Should fit you, though. Personally, I’d wait for a special night to wear it. Don’t rush into anything, but if tonight is the night…

Her curiosity piqued, Amy opened the plastic bag. The note implied sexy underwear, but Amy wasn’t prepared for what she found inside. She saw straps and lace and very sheer material, much more than just a pair of panties. Dumping the contents out on the bed, she started laughing. There was a skimpy bustier- at least, she thought that was what the garment was called. She laughed harder as she picked up an impractically small thong that was little more than a triangle of see-through lace and a lot of strings. There was also a pair of thigh high stockings, sheer and silky under her fingertips. The last thing in the bag was a couple of foil-wrapped condoms.

“Jesus, Aria,” Amy said, shaking her head. Picking up the bustier, she blushed at how little it there was to it. Amy snorted, asked out loud, “Who were you going to wear this for?”

Laughing, she thought, Even better- who do you think I’d be wearing it for? I’m sure Leslie wouldn’t mind seeing me in this, but someone my age would faint dead away.

Sobering up some, she chewed on her lip and wondered if she was brave enough to wear the lingerie for Leslie. The woman thought she was bold, but this was a whole new level of crazy. Thirteen-year-old girls didn’t wear this sort of thing. Then again, most girls her age didn’t seduce older women, either.

It was pretty, in a slutty sort of way. It was white and lacy, looked like it was probably meant to be bridal lingerie. Amy found herself staring at it a little too long.

“I could at least try it on,” she said, still looking at the bustier, “it probably doesn’t fit, anyway.”

Part of her hoped it didn’t. Or it looked ridiculous on her, one. It would take the decision out of her hands. She could shrug and say it just wasn’t meant to be. That would be easier than having to decide whether or not to wear it.

Amy glanced at the door, wishing it had a lock. Shoving the lingerie under her pillow, she stepped out into the hall. On padded feet, she crept to the top of the stairs. Looking down, she saw her aunt and uncle engrossed in their show. They watched it religiously, and it was a safe bet they wouldn’t get up from the couch until it was over.

She thought she had about forty minutes until the show was over, plenty of time to try on the bustier if she wanted to. She hesitated at the top of the stairs, wondering if it wouldn’t be best just to put the lingerie back in the bag and tell Aria thanks but no thanks. She didn’t think she was ready for something so… adventuresome.

“Slutty,” Amy whispered, grinning. Slutty was more her cousin’s speed, not Amy’s.

Still, Amy knew she’d regret it if she didn’t at least try it on. The ‘what ifs’ and “maybes’ would never leave her alone.

Amy hurried back to her room. As she quickly stripped out of her pajamas, she glanced at the door and wished again it had a lock. Her heart was racing as she stepped out of her panties, the last of her clothing. Naked, she fished the lingerie from under her pillow. Stepping into the thong, she laughed at how tiny it was. It covered her girlhood, but that was about it. Shaking her head, she slipped the bustier over her head, smoothed it into place. It clung like a second skin, but she thought it was supposed to be snug.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirrored closet door, Amy had to stop and stare. It fit. Whatever laundry mishap Aria had had, it couldn’t have worked out better for Amy. The product of an accident, but it seemed like it was meant for her body type all along.

“So much for it not fitting,” Amy thought, still admiring her reflection. She loved how the sheer white material contrasted with her deeply tanned body, and she loved how the bustier pushed her breasts up and gave her more cleavage than she thought she could muster. It looked perfect on her.

Seeing the garter straps hanging, Amy glanced at the stocking lying on the bed. She hesitated, then said, “Might as well.”

Sitting on the bed, she rolled the stockings on, one by one. The garters gave her fits, but she managed to figure out how to use them. The nylon was silky against her legs and under her fingertips as she ran her hand over her calf. She loved the way it felt. Looking down at her legs sheathed in the white nylon, she was going to wear the lingerie tonight. How could she not, after seeing how it fit her?

She moved in front of the mirror again, smiling at her reflection. Her smile widening, Amy wondered what the woman’s reaction would be when she let the dress fall to the ground, and she was wearing this underneath. With a nervous giggle, Amy said, “I guess I’m going to find out.”

Amy couldn’t stop looking at herself in the mirror, couldn’t believe how good she looked in the lingerie. It seemed wrong how sexy she looked in the bustier and stockings. She knew that was the whole point of lingerie; she just didn’t think it should work on a thirteen-year-old girl. A little sheepishly, she guessed the bustier wasn’t some magical garment that’s spell only worked for adults.

Her thoughts were brought up short by a knock at the door. Gasping, her head snapped to the door, her eyes wide in panic. Time seemed to slow down, at least for her thoughts. She had time to think it couldn’t have been forty minutes, yet. Uncle Tim and Aunt Ellen’s show should still be on, but one of them could have decided to check on her during a commercial break. Her heart sinking, she realized it didn’t matter who was at the door, if she was still wearing the lingerie when the door opened. Looking down at herself, she said, “Shit!”

As tricky as the garters had been to fasten, she knew she didn’t have enough time to take off the lingerie. Looking at her pajamas, she wondered if she had time to put them on. The shirt would cover the bustier, but the shorts wouldn’t do anything for her legs. Besides, she doubted she had time to pull them on, anyway. She was pretty sure the knock was a courtesy and whoever was in the hall wouldn’t wait long if she didn’t answer.

What do I do, Amy thought, frantically looking around the room.

Amy heard the knob on the door start to turn, and she knew her time was up. Amy panicked, froze in her spot for a couple of heartbeats. Her brain slipped gears, and she could only stare as the brass knob turned and turned. Then her spinning thoughts found purchase, and she dove on her bed. Her heart thundering in her breast, she pulled the covers up to her chin.

No sooner had she tucked herself in did her door open and Aria poked her head in. Amy sighed with relief, glad it was just the teenager and not her aunt or uncle.

Her cousin blinked in surprise seeing Amy in bed. Coming into the room, she closed the door behind. She gave Amy a curious look, then looked up at the overhead lights. Frowning, she said, “You aren’t pretending to go to bed already, are you? Why are the lights on?”

“Um, no,” Amy said, her face hot.

“Okay,” Aria said, frowning. Finally, she just shrugged.

“What do you want?”

Coming closer, Aria gave Amy a mischievous grin, asked, “Did you try it on? Does it fit?”

Snorting, Amy laughed, “What the hell, Aria? Kind of a messed up thing to give a thirteen-year-old, don’t you think?”

“Only if you wear it,” Aria said, sitting on the bed, “I’m hoping you outgrow it before you need it.”

“Then why give it to me?” Amy asked.

“Just in case,” Aria said, then playfully held out her hand, “you can give it back if you don’t think you’ll need it.”

Her face on fire, Amy said, “I, um… I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Aria parroted. She frowned, then seemed to notice Amy’s red face. Aria looked at the covers tucked under Amy’s chin, then down at the pajamas balled up on the floor. Her frown became an amused grin, then laughter as she said, “You are wearing it right now, aren’t you?”

Laughing at her own expense, Amy said, “I was trying it on when you knocked… I panicked.”

“You are lucky it was just me. If it had been Mom or Dad, you’d be toast,” Aria said.

“They are watching their show. I thought I had time,” Amy said, then sheepishly, “forgot about you, though.”

Nodding appreciatively, Aria said, “Nice catch on the show. You can get into a lot of mischief in this house between eight and nine.”

“Good to know,” Amy said.

Leaning closer, Aria asked in a conspiratorial whisper, “So?”

“So what?”

“How does it fit?” Aria asked.

Her face even redder, Amy said, “Probably better than it should.”

“I thought it might fit you,” Aria said, nodding, “it shrank too much for me. It’s a shame. It was hot.”

“Yeah,” Amy agreed.

“Do you can turn your date’s head in it?” Aria teased, laughing when Amy looked even more embarrassed, “Are you going to wear it tonight?”

“I don’t know,” Amy lied.

“Well, it’s yours… For whenever you think you need it,” Aria said, standing up. She started to the door then hesitated, turned back to say, “just be sure you are ready when you wear it. Don’t rush into it. And for God sake, use the condoms! What do you call your cousin’s kid?”

“I don’t know,” Amy said, laughing.

“Well whatever the kid would be called, I don’t want to have one,” Aria said, giving Amy a pointed look.

“Got it,” Amy said, even though she probably wouldn’t need the condoms.

Satisfied, Aria smiled and said, “Have fun tonight.”

“You, too,” Amy said.

When she was alone again, Amy threw the covers off and got to her feet. With one more peek in the mirror, she slipped out of the lingerie and back into her pajamas. She squirreled the lingerie away for later, hiding it under her pillow. Leaving the guest room, she went downstairs to kill some time in front of the TV.

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Finally, Amy couldn’t wait any longer. She threw her covers off, sitting up in the dark guest room. Snapping on her bedside lamp, Amy hoped her aunt and uncle were deep asleep. They had gone to bed an hour ago, so they should be out. Either way, she needed the light to get ready.

She slipped out of her pajamas, then pulled the lingerie out of its hiding place. Her heart started beating faster just looking at the sheer material. Her hands were shaking a little as she started getting dressed. She has been waiting all evening for this, the anticipation killing her. Smiling, she thought, no more waiting.

Sitting on the bed, she secured the stockings in place, having better luck with the garters this time around. She stood up and moved in front of the mirror. Looking at her reflection, she thought about what her cousin had said. Did she think she could turn Leslie’s head in this?

Smiling, Amy said, “Definitely.”

Amy slipped into her white dress, the one Leslie had wanted her to wear. Looking in the mirror, Amy smiled when she saw the dress entirely covered the lingerie. The straps of the bustier just fit underneath the straps of the dress. Leslie might notice the stockings, but she wouldn’t know what was under the dress.

“Can’t wait to see her face,” Amy said, with a nervous, but excited laugh.

She had squirreled away her little makeup kit in the guest room before going to bed. Using the mirrored closet door, she put her hair up in a simple twist, then did her makeup.

Satisfied, she turned away from the mirror and found her shoes. Holding them in her hand, she went to the door. She twisted the knob, pushed the door open slowly. The well-oiled hinges didn’t make a sound. Amy had lubricated them her first day back to the ranch, so she could sneak out to read.

As Amy stepped out into the hallway, she realized she had lied to her cousin. This wasn’t her first time sneaking out of the house. Then again, this was something very different than sneaking out to read in the hayloft.

Amy crept down the hallway, years of practice helping her avoid the creaky floorboards. Down the stairs and through the living room, then out the front door. Outside, Amy looked up and saw the full moon high in the sky. Smiling, she started walking, making her way to the barn by its silver light. She could make out the shape of the barn, and she wondered if Leslie was already there waiting on her. Maybe with a blanket spread out on the itchy hay and candles burning to light their lovemaking.

Walking a little faster, Amy hoped there were candles. Beautiful in any light, Leslie had been absolutely stunning in the light of the flickering flames. Groaning, Amy wished she had thought to bring her own instead of leaving it to luck.

“Next time,” Amy said, out loud. It might just be wishful thinking, but Amy thought there might be a next time. The thought of many nights of sneaking out to be with Leslie made her smile.

She made it to the barn, letting herself in the man-size door cut into the larger doors. Looking up, she saw flickering light in the hayloft. Leslie had brought candles. Grinning, Amy crossed the barn to the ladder, climbing up.

Amy gasped when she saw Leslie lounging on the blanket. Her eyes wide, she just clung to the ladder and stared at the lovely woman. Being a caretaker of a farm wasn’t a glamorous job, more suited for jeans and boots than a dress. Amy wasn’t prepared to see Leslie like this, with her hair styled and wearing makeup. And that dress…

Leslie looked up and smiled at her, said, “Hey. I was beginning to worry.”

“Hey yourself,” Amy said, realizing she was still clinging to the ladder. Climbing the rest of the way up, she said, “You look… Wow!”

“So do you,” Leslie said, her smile widening as she shook her head, “that dress… God, you look good in that dress.”

“Me,” Amy said, laughing, “look at you! I can’t believe how amazing you look.”

“Well,” Leslie said, clearly pleased by the compliment, “I don’t have a lot of cause to get dressed up these days.”

Her heart getting a little funny in her breast, Amy thought, She got dressed up for me.

“It’s a shame,” Amy said, as she settled on the blanket across from the caretaker.

Leslie leaned in for a kiss, then hesitated like she wasn’t sure Amy still wanted that from her. Amy went the rest of the way, and their lips met. As they had earlier in the stables, they fell into a lingering, heated kiss.

Pulling back, Leslie looked down at her hands, said, “I wasn’t sure if you were coming. I was beginning to think it would easier if you didn’t.”

“You didn’t want me to come?” Amy asked, her heart sinking.

Looking up, Leslie smiled at her, said, “That’s not what I said. I said it would be easier if you didn’t. This…us… it’s complicated.”

“I don’t mind complicated,” Amy said, smiling back at her.

“Yeah?” Leslie asked, meeting her eyes.

“Yeah,” Amy said, kissing her.

“Alright,” Leslie said, pulling back from the kiss.

“You keep saying that,” Amy said, laughing, “what does it mean?”

“It means if you are alright with this,” Leslie said, putting her hand on Amy’s neck, “then I’m alright with it.”

“I’m alright with it,” Amy said, kissing her, again, “more than alright.”

With a nervous laugh, Leslie nodded. She looked down at Amy, said, “I really do love this dress.”

“I packed it this summer just for you,” Amy said, blushing. It was the truth.

Favoring Amy with a curious smile, Leslie said, “So you’ve been planning this even before you got here this summer?”

“Um, planning might be a strong word,” Amy said, laughing nervously, “like I said, I wanted you to notice me.”

“Believe me,” Leslie said, her thumb lightly stroking Amy’s neck, “I noticed.”

With a playful grin, Amy asked, “Even before the creek?”

It was Leslie’s turn to blush, and she said, “Even before the creek. You are becoming a beautiful young woman… One I can’t help but find appealing. God, how many times have I smashed my finger with a hammer or burned my hand thinking about you instead of my work? You are a distraction in your little shorts or this dress.”

Feeling warm all over, Amy kissed Leslie deeply. Amy has never been a distraction before, and she kind of liked it. She didn’t want Leslie to hurt herself, but she loved that she had found a place in the woman’s thoughts. After all, she couldn’t be the only one smitten.

Leslie responded to Amy, and her fingers tightened slightly on Amy’s neck as the kiss started to get away from them. The rush of adrenaline in their bodies pushed them toward something more than just kissing. Amy sensed they were at a precipice, only one more kiss away from tumbling over the edge and past the point of no return. Her heart was racing as she took the leap, surrendered herself to the fall. She didn’t fall far, found herself safely in Leslie’s arms.

Amy’s hand was on Leslie’s thigh, then, without realizing she had moved it, it was cupping one of Leslie’s breasts. Through the thin material of the dress, Amy felt Leslie’s nipple stiffen in response to her touch. Leslie moaned into their kiss, her back arching and pressing her breast against Amy’s hand. Amy’s heart was racing as she gently kneaded it, drawing another moan from Leslie. She could barely believe this was really happening.

Pulling back from the kiss, Amy looked at her hand on Leslie’s breast. A little sheepishly, she asked, “Um, is this okay?”

With a playful smile, Leslie said, “You are supposed to ask permission before you do it, not after.”

“Oops,” Amy said, laughing nervously.

“Uh huh,” Leslie said, kissing her, again.

Her hand came up to cover Amy’s, not letting her move it from her breast. She moaned as Amy teased her nipple with her thumb. Her fingers tightened on Amy’s hand as her body began to respond to Amy’s touch. Amy could feel Leslie’s growing excitement.

The hand on Amy’s neck slip lower, and Amy let out an involuntary giggle as it found her breast. Leslie pulled back from the kiss to meet Amy’s eyes. Blushing, she said, “Sorry.”

“Am I going too fast?” Leslie asked, still holding her eyes.

“No,” Amy said, taking a deep breath, “I’m just a little nervous. I- I’ve wanted this so bad and now… I still can’t believe we are really here.”

Smiling at her, Leslie said, “You’ve wanted this so bad, huh?”

“Yeah,” Amy said, truthfully, “when I was in school, I was supposed to be listening to my teachers, but I was too busy thinking about being with you.”

“Amy,” Leslie said, affectionately.

“You called me a distraction,” Amy said, with a shy smile, “you are my distraction.”

Leslie leaned in and kissed her deeply. Her toes curling, Amy never wanted the kiss to end. Luckily, neither did Leslie, it would seem. It wasn’t until, Leslie slipped the strap of Amy’s dress off one shoulder and cupped her breast again, that the woman finally pulled back.

“What are you wearing under this?” Leslie asked, frowning as she moved her hand aside.

“Um, I almost forgot,” Amy said, moving out of Leslie’s arms, “close your eyes.”

“Why?” Leslie asked.

“I have a surprise for you,” Amy said, trying not to let the nervous giggle welling up inside escape.

“What sort of surprise?” Leslie asked, her curiosity clearly piqued.

“Just close your eyes,” Amy said, standing up, “don’t open them until I say.”

Leslie looked at her a long moment, then closed her eyes. Amy’s heart was racing as she pulled the little white dress up and over her head. She looked down at the lingerie and thought about what Aria had said about waiting for the right time. Amy’s eyes went to the lovely woman on the blanket before her, and she had no doubt that tonight was the night. She tossed the dress aside. She wouldn’t need it anytime soon- not until this night was over.

“You can open them,” Amy said, holding her breath as she waited for Leslie’s reaction. She thought she looked good, but it was Leslie’s opinion that mattered to her. Amy wanted the woman to find her sexy and irresistible, didn’t want the woman to think what in the world is this goofy kid wearing.

Leslie opened her eyes, and Amy wanted to laugh as they got as big as dinner plates. Amy let out her pent-up breath in a sigh of relief when Leslie’s comical look of surprise gave way to a look of desire. Leslie’s eyes were hot on Amy’s body, and Amy knew the lingerie had done its job.

“Wow,” Leslie said, with a little laugh.

“You like?” Amy asked, doing a slow spin so Leslie could see the whole thing.

“You look incredibly sexy,” Leslie said, getting to her feet, “where on earth did you get that? Don’t tell me you brought that with you, too?”

Laughing, Amy moved back into Leslie’s arms, said, “No. It’s a funny story, though.”

“Tell me,” Leslie said, running her hands over Amy’s back, “it has to be a good one.”

“Aria bought it,” Amy said, shivering at Leslie’s touch.

“Aria bought this for you?” Leslie asked, her eyes wide.

“She bought it for herself,” Amy said, kissing Leslie, “she just didn’t bother to read the tag before washing it.”

“Ah,” Leslie said, smiling at her, “that’s why it fits you like a dream.”

“You think it fits me like a dream?” Amy said, her heart a little funny in her breast.

Rather than answer, Leslie kissed her deeply. It was more of an answer than any words would have been. Amy could feel just how turned on Leslie was in that passionate kiss.

“Mm…” Amy said, smiling at the woman when their lips finally parted.

Her voice a little husky, Leslie said, “I have to ask- why did Aria give this to you? Seems kind of… inappropriate, doesn’t it?”

“Inappropriate is a word that used a lot when it comes to Aria,” Amy said, making Leslie laugh.

“She is definitely a handful,” Leslie said, smiling, “still, why did she give it to you?”

Amy told her the quick version of running into Aria in the laundry nook and then, again, after her shower; about the ‘care package’ under her pillow; and about almost getting busted trying on the lingerie. She finished with, “Aria said just because she was giving it to me, that I shouldn’t wait to wear it until I’m ready. She said wait for the right time… and the right person.”

“And you wore it for me?” Leslie asked, favoring Amy with a smile that made it hard for her to catch her breath.

“Um, yeah,” Amy said, her voice a little shaky, “you are the one and tonight-”

Amy didn’t get to finish her thought, Leslie kissing her. It was one of those toe-curling kisses that left Amy a little dizzy with need. She was a little frustrated when Leslie pulled back from the kiss, but her heart skipped a bunch of beats as she saw the woman run the zipper on the dress down her side. When it hung loose, Leslie’s eyes met Amy’s, bade her remove the dress. Swallowing hard, Amy helped Leslie out of her dress, letting gravity take to the floor. It was her turn for her eyes to get wide as she saw what the caretaker was wearing underneath of it.

Leslie gave her a playful smile, asked, “You like?”

“I… well, yeah. Wow!” Amy said, unable to take her eyes off Leslie in the clingy black lingerie. As amazing as the woman looked naked, she looked even better in the bralette, garter belt, and stockings. With a nervous laugh, she said, “I can’t believe you wore this for me.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Leslie said, running her finger under the strap of Amy’s bustier, “I guess we both had the same idea.”

“I guess so,” Amy said, smiling at her, “this… I’ll never get you in this out of my head.”

“I’ll have a few new bruises and burns because of tonight, too,” Leslie said, kissing Amy deeply.

Taking Amy’s hand, Leslie guided them back to the blanket. Gently, Leslie urged Amy to her back. On her hands and knees, Leslie smiled down at her, the look in her beautiful blue eyes stealing Amy’s breath away. That look said things were about to get a whole lot more interesting. Confirming her thought, Leslie’s hand fell on her ankle, sliding up her stocking clad leg. The further north her hand slid, the faster Amy’s heartbeat and her legs parted some in anticipation. Leslie’s smile became playful as her hand slipped onto Amy’s hip, instead, and continued higher. Her touch left Amy’s nerve endings crying out for more. Then Leslie’s hand was on her breast, teasing her straining nipple through the thin material of the bustier. An involuntary moan slipped past her parted lips and her back arched off the blanket, pushing her breast into Leslie’s hand.

Leslie took her time exploring Amy’s prone body and she had Amy a horny mess long before she was done. Her body craved Leslie caresses, was addicted to the woman’s touch. By the time Leslie’s hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs she was trembling with excitement and need. The lightest brush of Leslie’s fingertips against her tender bud sent waves of pleasure through her young body, and she gasped.

The slow circles of Leslie’s fingers were deliciously maddening, and the roll of Amy’s hips pushed her girlhood against Leslie’s hand eagerly. The lovely sensations washing through her had Amy clutching at the blanket. As Leslie’s fingers started moving faster, Amy found herself holding on for dear life so that she wouldn’t be washed away by the tide of ecstasy.

The sheer thong was pulled aside, and Leslie’s touch became a whole lot more intimate. Propping up on her elbows, Amy watched the woman’s fingers mash her labia and tease her bud. A nervous giggle escaped her, drawing a look from Leslie.

Blushing, Amy said, “Sorry. Still a little nervous.”

“Not having second thoughts, are you?” Leslie asked, meeting Amy’s eyes.

“God, no,” Amy laughed.

Still holding Amy’s gaze, Leslie said, “If you need to stop, we stop. No questions asked. I want you to be comfortable with anything we do.”

“Okay,” Amy said, smiling warmly at the woman. The tenderness in Leslie’s eyes, her concern… The soft spot she already had for the woman grew even bigger. She sat up and gave her a quick, but heartfelt kiss.

With a playful smile, Leslie said, “You are going to have to speak up, though. I’m not going to stop unless you say something.”

“Promise?” Amy asked, grinning.

Giving Amy a toe-curling kiss, Leslie said, “I promise.”

Her voice thick with excitement, Amy said, “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Leslie laughed and moved between Amy’s legs. She put her hands on the insides of Amy’s thighs, gently pushed her legs wide open. Unfastening the garters, Leslie said, “You should put the thong on after you fasten the garters. It’s easier to get it off that way.”

Realizing Leslie intended to remove the thong completely, Amy felt a flush of heat spread between her thighs. There were a few options why Leslie wanted to take it off, all of them very naughty. As she watched Leslie undoing the last of the garters, Amy wondered just which one the caretaker had in mind.

“Um… I’ll remember that for next time,” Amy said.

“Next time, huh?” Leslie asked, her eyes flashing at Amy.

“Am I being too presumptuous?” Amy asked, meeting her eyes.

Amused, Leslie said, “Presumptuous?”

A little embarrassed, Amy said, “I read a lot.”

Freeing the last fastener, Leslie hooked her fingers in the thong and met Amy’s eyes, said, “No, I don’t think you are too presumptuous.”

Amy raised her backside off the blanket so that Leslie could pull the panties down. She shivered as Leslie ran the underwear down her legs and off. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, Amy took a deep breath and reminded herself about all the naughty thing Leslie might do to her.

Leslie stretched out on her stomach, smiling up at Amy from between her thighs. She brushed her lips against the inside of Amy’s thigh, then again higher. Amy shivered as Leslie’s lips pressed against the bare skin above the top of the stockings and she found herself holding her breath because Leslie was running out of thigh. She knew what was coming next, but the air still rushed out of her as a nervous giggle when Leslie’s soft lips found her bud. Leslie met Amy’s eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as her hot, wet tongue caressed Amy’s clit. As pleasure worked its way through Amy, her laughter turned into a moan.

Oh my God, Leslie is going down on me, Amy thought, her eyes wide, this is really happening.

The flick of Leslie’s tongue was driving Amy’s body wild, her hips pushing her pussy against Leslie’s mouth eagerly. Her cries of enjoyment filled the hayloft, no matter how she fought to hold them back. She was worried someone might hear her, but not enough to ask the woman to stop.

“God, that feels so good,” Amy moaned, her back arching off the floor. Her eyes closed and her head lulled back on her neck loosely as she lost herself in the lovely things Leslie was doing to her.

It was all too much for her young body to take, her senses overloaded. It didn’t take long for Amy to feel an orgasm stir to life. Her fingers were in danger of rending the blanket as tension began to build up deep inside of her. Her head snapped up, and she looked wide-eyed at Leslie. She saw the woman looking back at her, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. That smile said she knew what she was doing to Amy, knew what a sweet torture this was.

With one more cry, Amy stiffened with her climax. She shook herself loose as the pleasure exploded through her. Leslie smiled up at her from between her thighs, placing gentle kisses on Amy’s now very sensitive bud. Amy gasped, and her hips jerked each time Leslie’s lips touched it.

Getting to her hands and knees, Leslie leaned in and gave Amy a heated kiss. Pulling back, Leslie smiled and said, “You make the cutest face when you come.”

“Jesus, Leslie,” Amy said, trying to catch her breath, “that was so good! I’m shaking like a leaf!”

“I can see that,” Leslie said, stretching out on her side next to Amy.

Amy moved into her arms, kissing Leslie deeply. She could feel the woman’s excitement, her need behind that kiss. Her heart racing, Amy knew what the woman wanted. Amy wanted it, too, wanted to make the Leslie feel the way she had made her feel. A naughty thrill worked up her spine as she thought, My turn.

Her hand on Leslie’s shoulder, she gently urged the woman to her back, moving atop of her. With one last lingering kiss, Amy got to her knees between Leslie’s legs. She gave Leslie what she hoped was a coy smile as she hooked her fingers in the thong Leslie wore. When Leslie lifted off the blanket, Amy pulled the underwear down and off.

Tossing the thong aside, Amy let her eyes roam over Leslie’s body, committing how she looked lying there to memory. Amy wished she had her camera. This was one photo she’d love to have for her collection.

With a sexy smile, Leslie said, “I could get used to the way you are looking at me.”

“That’s a good thing,” Amy said, smiling back at her, “I think you are easy to look at.”

The corners of her mouth turning up even more, Leslie said, “Smooth Talker.”

Laughing, Amy said, “I’m just saying.”

Leslie sat up and gave her a lingering kiss. Amy finally had to put her hand on the woman’s shoulder, again, and gently push her away. The smile Leslie favored her with made Amy’s heart get all funny in her breast. It was part affectionate and part mischievous, both halves of that smile messing with her heart for different reasons. Leslie might like the way Amy was looking at her, but Amy loved that smile.

Amy leaned in a gave Leslie a quick kiss, just one. She pressed her lips to the woman’s collarbone, then the slope of one breast. She heard Leslie inhale sharply as she pulled the bralette down to bare her breasts and ran her tongue around the pebbly areola of one nipple. Her hand slipped up the woman’s flank to cup the other breast. She teased both nipples until Leslie couldn’t take anymore, her back arching off the blanket.

Moving lower, Amy kissed her way down Leslie’s supine body. She smiled as Leslie’s muscles tightened each time in anticipation just before her lips touch her skin. She tried to keep the woman guessing where she was going to kiss next, let that anticipation build. Amy listened to Leslie’s breathing grow fast and shallow as she became more and more excited.

When she kissed Leslie in a place even the tiny thong had covered, she heard the woman inhale sharply, again. Rolling her eyes up, she saw the look of curious expectation on Leslie’s face. Amused, Amy wondered what was going through the woman’s head right now. Looking into the woman’s eyes, Amy realized she didn’t need to wonder. She could read the question in them as clearly as if Leslie had asked it out loud. It was the same question Leslie had asked when they were riding, and it amounted to how much did Amy know about having sex.

The corners of her mouth turning up, Amy pressed her mouth to Leslie’s pussy, gently sucking on her clit. As the woman gasped in surprise, Amy ran her tongue across her tender bud. Leslie’s startled gasp became a moan. The caretaker was looking at her wide-eyed, so Amy winked at her.

“Jesus, Amy!” Leslie said, her face pinched in pleasure.

She’s going to want to know how I know how to do this, Amy thought, still amused by the look on Leslie’s face. It was okay, though. She had come up with a story while she was watching TV earlier. It was pretty close to the truth- it just left out the part about spying on Leslie in the barn.

Amy would worry about the question when it came. Now, she focused on making Leslie feel good. She tasted the salty sweat on her skin, inhaled the musky scent of her excitement, listened to the soft moans and sighs Leslie was making, watched as Leslie’s hips rolled forward and pushed her pussy against Amy’s mouth eagerly. None of her senses were deprived as she went down on Leslie, least of all her sense of touch. Her hands roamed over Leslie’s body, getting to know every inch of her. She didn’t know for sure that she’d get another chance to do this with Leslie, so she was going to wring every ounce of enjoyment that she could out of tonight.

The hot, wet caress of her tongue had Leslie writhing in pleasure, her excited cries filling the barn. The woman’s eyes were closed as she lost herself in what Amy was doing to her. The look of pure enjoyment on Leslie’s face was a feather in Amy’s cap. Not completely inexperienced, Amy still wasn’t that versed in the art of lovemaking. She still had a lot to learn.

Should be a lot of fun learning, though,, Amy thought, grinning.

A new urgency entered Leslie’s cries, and the woman’s eyes sprang open. As tension started building inside of her, Leslie met Amy’s eyes and held them. Amy didn’t look away as the woman began to come undone, kept pushing her toward a climax. The caress of her tongue did Leslie in, and she cried out as her orgasm shook her. Amy smiled as Leslie lost control of her body.

“What the hell, Amy?” Leslie asked, giving her a stunned smile as she sat up.

Wiping her mouth, Amy just grinned at her and leaned in for a kiss. When it lingered a while, Amy thought maybe the fun wasn’t over for the night, yet. Her question forgotten, Leslie pulled Amy into her lap. Sitting in the hollow of Leslie’s legs, Amy wrapped her arms around Leslie’s neck and kissed her deeply. Amy thought this was all the woman wanted until Leslie’s hands slid down her back to grab her buttocks. Leslie pulled Amy forward until their bodies rubbed together. Moaning, Amy didn’t get the hint until Leslie did it, again. Rolling her hips forward, her eyes widened as their bodies ground together in a very intimate, very sensual way. Biting her lip, she tried it again, and she moaned as pleasure shot through her young body.

Leslie was favoring her with an amused smile, and she said, “I take it you haven’t done this, then.”

“Um, no,” Amy said, her heart beating faster.

Her smile widening, Leslie wetted her fingers with saliva, rubbing them on Amy’s bud. With her hands back on Amy’s backside, she said, “Just keep doing what you were doing. Nice and slow.”

Amy rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing against Leslie. Every time their bodies came together, the lovely pressure on her bud forced a moan from Amy’s slack mouth. Then Leslie was pushing her hips up into Amy’s thrusts, their pussies grinding together deliciously. Leslie had said nice and slow, but her pace only increased as her excitement grew. The roll of her hips came faster and faster, and Leslie was matching her pace. The waves of pleasure the meetings of their bodies sent crashing through Amy were getting more intense.

Amy didn’t know what this was they were doing, but she didn’t want to stop. Her fingers tightened on Leslie’s shoulders as she really ground against the woman. Leslie’s were doing the same on her buttocks, as she pulled Amy harder against her. Their coupling was getting frantic, sweat lubricating the motion of their bodies.

What they were doing felt too good for it to last. Amy’s eyes widened as she felt herself start to come. Meeting Leslie’s eyes, she saw the woman was close, too. Her hips began to lose their grace the closer she got to climaxing, and she had to fight to keep them moving. Leslie’s fingers dug into her buttocks, helping her as she lost control of her body. One, two, three more thrusts of her hips and she lost control completely as she came. Even as pleasure exploded inside of her, Amy felt Leslie stiffen beneath her. She heard Leslie cry out with her own orgasm. Amy clung to Leslie’s neck as they both surrendered to their ecstasy.

Amy needed a moment to collect herself before pulling back to meet Leslie’s eyes. With a stunned smile, she laughed, “Holy shit!”

Kissing her, Leslie said, “So you haven’t tribbed before… but the other thing?”

Blushing, Amy said, “Um, it’s a long story.”

Leslie still had her hands on Amy’s backside, and she suddenly lifted up and tumbled Amy to her back. Leslie ended up lying atop Amy. Smiling down at her, Leslie said, “Maybe you can tell it to me sometime.”

“But not right now,” Amy guessed, realizing Leslie’s body was nestled against her own very intimately. Leslie ending up on top of her had been by design and Amy thought the woman had her reasons.

“No, not right now,” Leslie said, her smile becoming playful, “and probably not tonight.”

Amy saw the look in Leslie’s eyes, and she thought there was still more fun to be had tonight. As Leslie began to move her hips, Amy knew she was right.

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As Amy walked back to the house, she had to smile when she saw the moon so low in the sky. It was very late, probably after four in the morning. She had spent almost five hours in Leslie’s arms, making love for most of that time. Leslie had finally thrown in the towel, claiming to be all fucked out. Amy had giggled at the profanity, but even she had to admit she was tired. Tired but wide awake at the same time. She doubted she’d get to sleep tonight.

It had been a night of nights, and she had a lot to think about… And fantasize about.

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