Soccer Mom, Part Four

Pulling her take out box in front of her, Alison opened it and breathed in the mouth-watering scent of pepper steak. She sighed happily as she popped the first bite into her mouth. As she chewed, she looked at Sydney doing the same.

Catching her, Sydney asked, “What?”

“You and Casey,” Alison said, after she swallowed, “how did that happen?”

“Do you really want to know?” Sydney asked, meeting Alison’s eyes.

She thought about it, then said, “Probably not.”

Sydney looked at her for a second, then smiled and said, “Would you be surprised if I told you she kissed me first?”

“What? Really?” Alison asked.

“I guess you would,” Sydney said, laughing. Sobering up some, she said, “I think we noticed that we were into girls about the same time. We were sort of feeling each other out… you know, picking up the vibe from each other but a little scared just to ask.”

Nodding, Alison said, “It isn’t easy being different in middle school.”

“Right,” Sydney said, appreciating that Alison understood, “anyway, we kind of went round and round for a while. I think Casey just got frustrated and kissed me.”

“She’s not the most patient person,” Alison said, making the girl laugh, “I can see her getting annoyed and just going for it.”

“That’s exactly how it happened,” Sydney said, then grinned, “you should have seen her face after she realized what she had done. Pure panic until I kissed her again.”

Sounds like my daughter, alright. She has a tendency to leap without looking, Alison said, then with an inward groan, which she probably gets from me. I was the same way at her age. Hopefully, she’ll grow out of it like I did.

“I guess you answered another of my questions,” Alison said, meeting the girl’s eyes, “I was going to ask how you ended up liking girls, but you already explained how.”

“But I didn’t,” Sydney said, a little shyly, “You were the reason I started liking girls.”

“Me?” Alison asked.

“I already told you I had a huge crush on you,” Sydney said, looking down at her food, “you were so… capable. Do you know what I mean? Great coach. Great mom. Great businesswoman… Juggled all that and still managed to look beautiful doing it. I think I just started out wanting to be like you.”

“Sydney,” Alison said, touched.

A little embarrassed, Sydney said, “Wanting to sleep with you came a little later.”

Laughing, Alison said, “It should have come a lot later.”

“Kids are starting earlier these days,” Sydney said, grinning.

“I guess so,” Alison said, shaking her head.

“Why? How old were you your first time?” Sydney asked.

Blushing, Alison gave her a sheepish smile and said, “Twelve.”

“And you are giving me grief?” Sydney said, favoring Alison with a sour look.

“I’m a parent. I’m allowed to be hypocritical,” Alison said, laughing when Sydney rolled her eyes.

“How did it happen for you? Your first time?” Sydney asked.

Between bites of food, Alison told Sydney about Tara finding the lesbian porn DVD in her brother’s bedroom and the bet that changed her life forever. Sydney found it amusing that Alison hadn’t had any lesbian tendencies before that evening and, one orgasm later, she was hooked.

“It was a pretty good orgasm,” was all Alison could say.

“Must have been,” Sydney said, laughing.

“Tara is to blame for my knee sock thing, too,” Alison said, taking a bite of her food.

“Why?”

A little embarrassed, Alison said, “I used to stay over at her house after soccer… She used to wear the socks to bed, too… They sort of became synonymous with sex.”

Nodding, Sydney said, “I have the same problem with khaki dress pants.”

“The dress code at school,” Alison guessed, smiling at her. Thinking about the pairs khaki dress pants in Casey’s dresser, she groaned inwardly. She didn’t want to think about Casey being Sydney’s Tara, which seemed to be the case.

“Yeah,” Sydney said, then grinned, “I also have a problem with yoga pants.”

Laughing, Alison knew that line was aimed at her. Yoga pants were her go-to garment when she was coaching or just chilling around the house. She wasn’t all that surprised to hear Sydney say she liked them. The girl’s eyes always lingered a little longer when Alison was wearing them. Even if they weren’t part of her usual outfit, she’d have worn them when Sydney visited.

“You should have said something,” Alison said, playfully, “yoga pants are much more comfortable than this lingerie.”

“God, that lingerie,” Sydney said, her eyes flashing at Alison, “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how hot you look in it.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Alison said, smiling at the girl, “I don’t usually wear this kind of thing.”

“Really?” Sydney asked.

“Haven’t worn it in probably fourteen years,” Alison said, then snorted as she realized, “which makes it two years older than you.”

“What was the occasion last time you wore it?”

“My wedding night,” Alison said, blushing when the girl’s eyes got big.

“And you broke it out for me?” Sydney asked quietly.

“The way you look at me… Not even Bill looked at me like you do,” Alison said, meeting the girl’s eyes, “My daughter is right about those eyes of yours. I- I love how you look at me.”

Smiling playfully at her, Sydney said, “Good thing, you are easy to look at then.”

Laughing, Alison said, “If you say so.”

“I do,” Sydney said, winking at her.

That wink made her heart skip a beat, and she thought, God, this girl gets to me. A wink and a smile, and I’m ready to drag her upstairs, again.

Alison took another bite of her food instead. She was going to need her strength later if she was going to keep up with Sydney. Already, they had burned enough calories that she wouldn’t need to work out tonight. She doubted she’d even need to feel guilty about the Chinese food by the time the night was over. The thought made her shiver, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“What are you smiling about?” Sydney asked.

“Ordinarily, I’d have to worry about the calories in this fried rice but not tonight,” Alison said, grinning at her.

“What does that… Oh,” Sydney said, then started laughing. Sobering up some, she gave Alison one of her smiles, said, “I’ll make sure you burn it off.”

“I know you will,” Alison said, shaking her head.

Sydney was quiet for a moment, then she said, “About the toys…”

“I can put them back in my drawer if you aren’t ready,” Alison said, meeting and holding the girl’s eyes.

“You don’t need to,” Sydney said, with a nervous laugh.

“Are you sure?”

“I think so,” Sydney said, then grinned, “definitely about the vibrator.”

“We can start with it, then,” Alison said, reaching out and taking the girl’s hand, “figure out if we are going to need the strap-on as we go.”

“Okay,” Sydney said, nodding.

Alison gave her hand one more squeeze, then let it go.

Sydney loaded up her fork, but it never made it to her mouth. Alison watched the gears turning to behind the girl’s eyes, waited with her own fork still in the white take-out box. Finally, Sydney looked up and saw her. Blushing, Sydney asked, “Does it hurt?”

“Your first time?” Alison asked.

“Yeah,” Sydney said, chewing on her lip.

“It can… especially at your age,” Alison said.

“How old were you?” Sydney asked.

“Um,” Alison said, laughing sheepishly, “thirteen. Maybe a couple of months older than you.”

“Did it hurt when you did it?” Sydney asked.

“A little,” Alison said, then snorted, “not nearly as much as my mother made me think it would. I think parents make it sound worse than it is to scare their kids into waiting.”

“Are you going to lie to Casey about it?” Sydney asked, then started laughing, “Never mind.”

Alison was going to tell Sydney about Casey wrecking her bike when she was ten and the freaked out trip to the E.R., but she thought the girl already knew that her daughter wasn’t technically a virgin anymore. Thinking about what she had found out about Casey earlier, Alison realized her daughter wasn’t any kind of virgin. That thought led to another cringe-worthy moment when she realized how Sydney knew about it.

Sydney must have read some of Alison’s thoughts in her eyes because the girl offered her an awkward smile and a guilty little shrug. That shrug confirmed what Alison had figured, that her pussy wasn’t the only Brady’s the girl’s fingers has smelled like.

“Ugh, I don’t want to think about that,” Alison said, making a face.

“Sorry,” Sydney said, laughing.

Alison waved her hand dismissively, like the thought was a fly buzzing around. Just like a fly, it kept coming back to annoy her no matter how she tried to shoo it away. It wouldn’t go away, so she had to acknowledge that it was weird that she and her daughter have slept with the same girl. Weird but not completely a mood killer. Alison still wanted to take the girl upstairs.

Changing the subject, Alison said, “How’s your General Tso’s?”

“Delicious,” Sydney said, picking up the menu they had ordered from, “I think Jenny orders from a different restaurant. This is way better.”

“You’ll have to suggest this one next time,” Alison said.

“Definitely,” Sydney agreed, taking a bite.

They made small talk as they finished the rest of their meal. Alison was a little surprised at how easy it was to talk to Sydney. The age gap between them should have made conversation a little strained, but that wasn’t the case. It helped that Sydney was smart and had a sense of humor that ran true to Alison’s. It didn’t hurt, either, that Alison had a daughter Sydney’s age, so she wasn’t completely out of the loop when it came to the things kids were into these days.

Earlier, when they first came downstairs and realized they didn’t know how to be in the same room together without having sex, Alison had figured the space between bouts of lovemaking would be awkward. As they ate and talked, she thought they were going to be okay, after all. In fact, even though the cardboard cartons of food were empty, they didn’t leave the table until the conversation ran its course.

Smiling at Sydney, Alison said, “You know, I was a little worried about this weekend. We usually get an hour or two together, but a whole afternoon and night…”

“I know, right?” Sydney said, laughing, “wasn’t sure what we’d talk about. I’m not used to hanging out with an adult.”

“Have to admit, this is a first for me, too,” Alison said.

“I think we are doing okay,” Sydney said, meeting her eyes.

“Me too,” Alison said, smiling at her.

“I wasn’t sure if I’d want to, but Dad said it’s okay if I want to stay tomorrow night, too,” Sydney said, still holding Alison’s gaze.

Laughing, Alison said, “I don’t know if I can do two nights in a row with you.”

“I think you’d be okay,” Sydney said, with a playful smile, “just need to stretch first… Hydrate.”

“Let’s see how we feel in the morning,” Alison said, laughing.

“Speaking of morning,” Sydney said, the corners of her mouth turning up even more, “is it too early to go to bed?”

Alison glanced at the clock on the microwave, saw it was only seven-thirty, but she said, “No.”

Sydney came around the table and took Alison’s hand. Alison followed the girl up the stairs to her bedroom. At the foot of the bed, Sydney turned into Alison, her hands freeing the knot in Alison’s robe. Alison pushed her shoulders back, and gravity pulled the robe from them. She smiled when Sydney looked her up and down, her eyes drawn to the lingerie.

“This,” Sydney said, putting her hands on Alison’s hips, “thank you for wearing this for me.”

Smiling, Alison kissed the girl. She had hoped the bustier would get a reaction, but Sydney’s response to it was more than she could have hoped for. It made her want to go online right now and order more to wear for her. When Sydney moved against her, Alison decided it could wait for later, but she was definitely buying something for next time.

I guess I’ve completely given up on resisting this, Alison thought, realizing she was okay with that. As long as Sydney was still okay with what they were doing, then she so would she be.

Sydney crawled onto the bed, and Alison stretched out beside her. Their lips met again, and the desire that had been on a low simmer while they ate boiled over from the heat behind the kiss. Without breaking it, Alison fumbled with the knot on Sydney’s robe. Distracted with the kiss, she couldn’t seem to get it loose. Finally, laughing, Sydney pulled back and freed the double knot for Alison. Not wasting any more time, Alison helped the girl out of it.

Getting to her knees, Alison took the vibrator from its hiding place under the pillow, turned it on low. The girl was up on her elbows to watch what Alison was doing. Alison wetted a finger in her mouth, eased it gently into Sydney’s hot, slick core. The girl moaned, her face pinched in enjoyment as Alison’s fingertip found that spongy, sensitive spot. Massaging that spot, Alison put the bulbous head of the toy in her upturned palm and pressed it against Sydney’s bud. The girl’s eyes got wide, and she laughed in surprise as the vibrations traveled down Alison’s finger. That laugh caught in her throat as her body realized what was happening to it, then exploded from her in a moan. Her back arched off the bed, and her hips pushed her girlhood against the vibrator eagerly.

“I guess you like it,” Alison said, smiling at her.

“God, yes,” Sydney moaned.

Leaning forward, Alison kissed the girl’s taut stomach, then again higher. Between Sydney’s breasts. Her lips trapped one of the girl’s straining nipples, sucking on it until it ached sweetly. Sydney’s hand was suddenly on the back of her head, holding her mouth to her breast. Alison teased it until she couldn’t take anymore, then moved to the other one and did the same. Sydney was a mess by the time Alison moved up to give her a kiss. The girl could barely kiss her back, moaning into Alison’s mouth over and over.

Sitting back on her haunches, Alison watched the girl struggle with all the lovely sensations washing through her body. The vibrator alone could overload the nerve endings, but add to that the pressure on her g-spot, and they were hopeless to process everything that was happening to them. It was too much for Sydney’s young body to take.

Alison saw the tension building up in Sydney’s abdomen, her thighs. She smiled as the girl’s little cries of enjoyment grew louder, sharper as an orgasm gathered steam inside of her. Like a locomotive with its brakes out, she had Sydney running full ahead toward a climax that would surely wreck her. Then she came to that end of the line, and she cried out as she lost control of her body. Alison had to snatch the vibrator away before the girl shook herself to pieces.

“God,” Sydney said, laughing.

“Good?” Alison asked, grinning because she knew it was a stupid question.

“I need one of these,” Sydney said, sighing happily.

“If you have somewhere you can hide it, you can have this one,” Alison said.

“Really?” Sydney said, meeting Alison’s eyes.

“I can always buy a new one.”

“Then hell yeah, I’ll take it,” Sydney said.

Laughing, Alison said, “Language.”

“I mean heck yeah,” Sydney said, rolling her eyes.

“We’ll clean it up, and you can take it with when we are done with it,” Alison said, leaning forward to kiss Sydney, “but for now, you’ll have to share.”

Alison sat down between Sydney’s legs, then fed one of her own under and the other over Sydney’s. Scooting forward until their bodies were almost touching, Alison slipped the still buzzing vibrator between them. She moved another inch, and the toy was trapped between them. Alison still had a hold of the handle, but probably didn’t need to. It wasn’t going anywhere.

“Oh God,” Sydney said, her voice thick with enjoyment.

Without much of a chance to recover from her last orgasm, the vibrator was hitting Sydney’s nerve endings harder than Alison’s. It would be a race to the finish, and the girl had a huge head start. Still, Alison wasn’t at the start line, either. Watching Sydney succumb to her climax had been thrilling, erotic. She was still in this race, and she thought, with a little focus, she could be right there with the girl when she crossed the line.

Sydney’s hand slid up Alison’s stomach to cup her breast, kneading it before moving on to the back of Alison’s neck. She pulled Alison forward, kissing her deeply. When she was satisfied that Alison wouldn’t pull back, the hand returned to Alison’s breast, teasing the nipple until it ached sweetly. Her body responded, pushing against Sydney’s hand.

With one hand needed to prop her up, Alison made good use of the other one. It roamed over Sydney’s lithe and lean body, explored every inch of her she could reach. Try as she might, she couldn’t find a spot on the girl that wasn’t warm and smooth, very touchable. She would like to say her caresses were for Sydney, but she’d be lying. Not that Sydney wasn’t enjoying her touch, too. The girl’s excitement at Alison’s hand on her body only made her exploration that much more thrilling.

The vibrator had Alison’s nerve endings singing as waves of pleasure washed through her. With a mind of their own, her hips were rocking back and forth, grinding against the head of the toy. She couldn’t have stopped doing it if she had to, the motion of her body instinctual. Sydney was doing it, too, whether she was just mimicking Alison or her young body was responding to that same primal calling that was gripping Alison. All Alison knew for sure was that she couldn’t take her eyes off the sensual flex of Sydney’s body.

“God, this is going to make me come,” Sydney said, meeting Alison’s eyes.

“Don’t wait for me,” Alison said, her own orgasm brought on by the look on the girl’s face.

She pressed hard against the head of the vibrator, held her breath as its vibrations seemed to build up inside of her. Waiting for her climax to take her, Alison watched Sydney come undone, saw the very moment her ecstasy overtook her in the widening of her pupils. The girl cried out a heartbeat later, and it set Alison off, too. Her pent up breath rushed out of her in a cry that would have brought her daughters running if she wasn’t alone in the house with Sydney. Her orgasm shook her, and her body, which had craved the buzzing of the vibrator, shied away from it. She felt like she was floating weightless on a warm summer breeze, as insubstantial as a bit of dandelion fluff as the dopamine flooded her bloodstream. Flopping onto her back, she smiled up at the ceiling as she lost herself in the feeling.

Sydney started laughing, and Alison sat up to see what was funny. The girl blushed, said, “I was just thinking about all the times my dad said ‘sharing is caring’… I doubt this is exactly what he meant, but he’d be proud.”

Laughing, Alison said, “We shared the hell out of it.”

“Language,” Sydney said, grinning.

“We shared the heck out of it,” Alison said, smiling at her.

“Yeah, we did,” Sydney said, leaning in for a kiss. Pulling back, she asked, “Are you really giving it to me?”

“Yeah,” Alison said, kissing her again, “just don’t get caught with it.”

“I know, right,” Sydney said, laughing, “as a parent, how long do you think I’d be grounded?”

“How long until you start college?” Alison asked, falling backwards and pulling the girl atop of her, “about a day less than that.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” Sydney said, smiling down at her.

“You better have a really good hiding place if you take it with you,” Alison said, running her hands down Sydney’s back and onto her buttocks, “I’d miss you if you got grounded.”

“I’d miss you, too,” Sydney said, kissing her, “I have a really good hiding place.”

“It’s not behind your dresser drawer like Casey’s, is it?” Alison asked.

“You know about Casey’s hiding spot?” Sydney asked, her eyes wide.

Laughing, Alison said, “I was a kid, too, remember? You aren’t as clever as you think.”

“Oh,” Sydney said, chewing that bit of wisdom. Finally, she said, “I’m still taking it. If Jenny finds it, she needs to be a detective.”

“Your hiding place is that good?” Alison asked.

“Yeah,” the girl said, then with a mischievous smile, “I need to warn Casey about her hiding place.”

“You do that,” Alison said. She felt pretty confident that she knew her daughter well enough to discover any new hiding place she might come up with.

Sydney glanced at the pillow next to them, and she asked, “Are the rest of your toys as fun to play with?”

“Yeah,” Alison said, waiting until the girl’s eyes met her own, “do you want to play with them?”

“I think so,” Sydney said, then with more conviction, “I’m ready.”

“There’s no pressure to use the strap-on,” Alison said, still holding the Sydney’s gaze, “tonight or never, it’s up to you.”

“I know,” Sydney said, kissing her, “I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Sydney said, fishing the strap-on harness from under the pillow. Her eyes flashed as she said, “Put it on.”

“You have to get off of me, then,” Alison said.

Laughing, Sydney rolled off of Alison. From her back, the girl watched as Alison got to her knees and pulled the strap-on harness from under the pillow. Alison eased the smaller, curved dildo meant for the wearer into her pussy, a moan escaping her as it pressed against her g-spot. She held it in place with her thighs until she could secure one of the straps to her hip. She glanced at Sydney as she worked the other strap, saw the girl’s eyes shining with excitement and maybe a little fear. No uncertainty, though.

She’s ready,, Alison thought, wondering if she would have been if either Tara or she had one of these back when they were twelve. Considering the myriad of other items they used as a dildo, she thought the answer would have been yes.

Smiling, Alison leaned over the girl and opened the drawer on her bedside table and pulled out a little bottle of lube. The smile slipped some when she thought she should check the expiration date, not having needed it much in the last couple of years. Well, not counting Sydney, but the girl had no problems there. Alison really doubted Sydney would need the lube, now, but she wanted to make losing her virginity as painless as possible for the girl.

She didn’t know if lube went bad, but it was still slippery between her fingers, so she used it on the dildo. The girl’s eyes were on the dildo, and Alison could see her mind going a mile a minute behind them. Smiling reassuringly, Alison said, “I’ll be gentle.”

Nodding, Sydney sat up and kissed her, said, “I’m ready.”

Alison moved between the girl’s legs, gently spread them wide. She inched forward until the tip of the dildo was pressed against the opening of Sydney’s vagina. The girl gasped as the cool rubber touched her hot flesh.

“Cold,” Sydney said, laughing.

“Sorry,” Alison said, with a sympathetic smile, “try to relax. Take a couple of nice deep breaths. We’ll go on three.”

Sydney nodded, said, “Okay.”

Alison let her take one deep breath, then eased the dildo into her on the second inhalation. Sydney flinched, gasping as it slipped deep inside of her. Then she blinked in surprise, propping up on her elbows to look at the sex toy where it disappeared into her. Laughing, she looked up at Alison, asked, “That’s it?”

“The hard part, anyway,” Alison said, smiling at her, “horrible, wasn’t it?”

“Not really,” Sydney said, looking down at herself, again, “stings a little bit.”

“Should I try moving it?” Alison asked.

“Um, yeah,” Sydney said, biting her lip.

Alison eased the dildo partway out of the girl, then pushed her hips forward, again. A startled moan escaped Sydney, and her eyes were wide as she started laughing. Alison raised her eyebrows, and the girl nodded. Smiling, Alison did it again. Another thick moan found its way past Sydney’s lips, forced out of her by the dildo moving inside of her.

“Wow, that’s big,” Sydney said, laughing.

“Too big?” Alison asked, careful not to move.

“Um… no,” Sydney said, then added, “just… slow, okay?”

“I can do slow,” Alison said, leaning forward to kiss the girl. Without breaking it, she started to thrust into Sydney nice and easy. Still, every time the dildo slipped deep, the girl moaned into the kiss. Pulling back, Alison looked for any pain in the girl’s face but saw only pleasure. Smiling, she kissed the girl’s neck, felt Sydney’s pulse racing under her lips.

“God, this feels so good,” Sydney said, her voice thick with excitement, “no wonder your mom lied to you about this.”

Laughing, Alison said, “A lot of good it did. I was only a couple of months older than you, remember?”

“Still,” Sydney said, around a moan, “can’t blame her for trying.”

“I guess not,” Alison said, smiling.

She kept having to remind herself to take it easy because her body knew how good the strap-on could feel for the wearer at a faster pace. Even the slow thrusts were putting pressure on Alison’s g-spot, sending little shivers of pleasure through her. Sydney looked at her curiously when a moan slipped past her lips.

Smiling, she said, “This harness is just as much fun for the wearer.”

“Really?” Sydney asked, her eyes bright with interest.

“Yeah,” Alison said, then laughed, “we’d have to poke some new holes before you try it, though.”

“Not made in China?” Sydney guessed, grinning.

“No. This is good old American kinky,” Alison said, kissing her, “I can’t believe you found that costume in your size.”

“They had a bunch of stuff in my size,” Sydney said, running her hand over the bustier Alison wore, “some of it almost as sexy as this.”

Alison got a mental image of Sydney in lingerie, and her heart skipped a beat. The girl must have seen something of her thoughts in her eyes because Sydney’s smile suddenly widened. It was Alison’s turn to read the girl’s mind through those pretty blue eyes of hers, and her heart skipped another beat when she realized the girl was going to buy something else to wear for her. Something that was probably even more inappropriate than the soccer hottie costume for a twelve-year-old to wear, Alison guessed. Wearing something lacy and sheer that hugged all the right places, Alison thought she’d be irresistible.

Hell, I can’t resist her now, Alison thought, leaning forward to kiss her, again.

For all of her effort to hold back, Alison’s pace started to get away from her. Her passion was just too much to rein in completely. Luckily, Sydney was ready for more, her young body used to the dildo inside of her now. Seeing the look of pure enjoyment on the girl’s face, Alison thought the discomfort of losing her virginity was the last thing on Sydney’s mind.

Still, she asked, “Is this okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Sydney said, smiling at Alison. It was partly a bedroom smile full of carnal promise, but also the infectious grin of a young girl experiencing something new for the first time. Those very different smiles- one wholesome and the other naughty- should have clashed, but Alison found herself responding to both of them for different reasons. The coach and parent in her smiled back at Sydney because she caught a glimpse of the joys of sex through youthful eyes, and the untainted point of view was refreshing. The other part of her- the one that was helpless to respond to Sydney’s boldness- smiled back at Sydney because she was beautiful and sexy, with a sultry sensuality that belayed her tender age.

Leaning forward, she kissed the girl again. The roll of her hips never stopped, the dildo inside of Alison rubbing deliciously against her g-spot. Her moans and sighs joined Sydney’s in the air above them.

Alison was still holding back, but not much. Sydney’s hands were on her buttocks, her fingers digging in as she urged Alison to keep her hips moving. Alison let the girl have a taste of her unrestrained passion to see if she was ready. Her thrusts came quick and deep, each one forcing a moan from Sydney. She listened to the noises Sydney was making for any sign of discomfort, but heard only excitement in her cries. She didn’t slow back down. Sydney was getting all she had to offer, taking it all.

Each thrust into Sydney translated through the harness, sending waves of pleasure through her body, too. As those waves began to crash into her harder, Alison put her weight on her arms and dug her knees into the mattress for traction so she could really focus on each push of her hips. It felt so good that she was in real danger of climaxing if she didn’t slow down. Luckily, she wasn’t the only one in trouble, Sydney’s cries of ecstasy growing sharper as an orgasm built up inside of her young body. Alison fought her body to keep her hips moving, managed to finish Sydney off before losing complete control. Alison came only a heartbeat after Sydney, and they shook their way their climaxes together.

Careful not to move, Alison smiled down at the girl. Sydney offered her a dazed smile of her own, asked, “Did you just come?”

Laughing, Alison said, “Yeah. Told you this thing was fun for the wearer, too.”

“Good,” Sydney said, sitting up. She gasped as the dildo moved inside of her, but she still pulled Alison in for a kiss.

Alison pulled back to ask, “How do you feel?”

Sighing happily, Sydney said, “Like a million bucks.”

“Sore?” Alison asked.

“A little,” Sydney said, kissing her, again, “totally worth it, though.”

“I have some Aleve in the bathroom,” Alison said, then with a sympathetic smile, “it’ll be worse tomorrow.”

“That’s okay,” Sydney said, meeting Alison’s eyes, “no regrets.”

“Really?” Alison asked, still holding the girl’s gaze.

“I’m glad it was you,” Sydney said, the truth of her words clear in her eyes, “I always hoped it would be you… never really expected it to be, though.”

“Why not?” Alison asked.

“Well… That first time I tried to sleep with you, I knew it was a long shot… Never really expected it to work,” Sydney said, smiling at Alison, “still can’t believe it did.”

Laughing, Alison said, “Come on, now. You crawled into my bed like you fully expected me to give in.”

“I was bluffing,” Sydney said, shyly.

“Fooled the hell out of me,” Alison said, shaking her head, “you were so confident and bold… That was all a show?”

“I was a nervous wreck,” Sydney said, then laughed, “I stood outside your door for like ten minutes before I knocked. I almost chickened out more than once.”

“Still bolder than I would have been,” Alison said, stealing a kiss, “seduced me right out of my clothes even though I knew it was a bad idea. As I’ve said before, those beautiful eyes and smile of yours are trouble… Especially for me.”

“I’m trouble?” Sydney asked with a playful smile.

“You know you are,” Alison said, kissing her, “you are my kryptonite.”

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“Hey, Mom. We are home.”

Alison put down her coffee mug and walked into the living room to see her daughter’s shrugging out of their backpacks. Little Abby ran over to her, and Alison smiled as she hugged her youngest. As she straightened up, she was surprised by a hug from Casey, too. Almost a teenager, her eldest was getting a little stingy with the displays of affection, usually had to be shamed into it or caught off guard. This unsolicited hug was nice, if curious.

“I’m glad you are home,” Alison said, smiling at them.

“We are too,” Casey said, laughing.

“Had enough of your dad’s bachelor pad?” Alison guessed.

“Yeah,” her daughter said, rolling her eyes.

“Go put your stuff away,” Alison said, laughing, “I’ll order us a pizza.”

“Okay,” Abby said, grabbing her backpack and running for the stairs.

Casey hung back, asked her mother, “Did you have a nice weekend?”

Blushing, Alison said, “Yeah.”

“Good,” Casey said, smiling.

“Good?” Alison asked, raising her eyebrows.

“You are always so busy with work and the Abs and me… You don’t always have time for yourself,” Casey said, shrugging, “I figure you needed to blow off some steam.”

Surprised by such an astute observation from a twelve-year-old, Alison said, “I can’t argue with that. You aren’t going to say anything about it being with Sydney, though?”

Laughing, Casey said, “You know, I figured I’d be in high school at least before one of my friends tried to sleep with you.”

“What?” Alison asked, not expecting that response. She thought Casey was serious, even though she was laughing.

“Sydney isn’t the only one who has a crush on you,” Casey said, with a mock long-suffering sigh, “why do I have to have the hot mom?”

“More of your friends have a crush on me?” Alison asked, incredulously.

“Did you think Syd was the only one?” Casey asked, amused. Her tone made it sound like Casey thought her mom was being a little dense for not noticing the other friends crushing on her.

“Well, yeah,” Alison said, then leaned forward, “who else?”

Laughing, Casey just shook her head and said, “Really?”

Alison looked at her daughter a long moment, then decided she really didn’t want to know which of Casey’s friends had a crush on her. One precocious, horny soon to be teenager was enough. She was still a little sore from Sydney staying over. The girl ended up staying a second night, neither one of them quite ready to throw in the towel when they woke up the next morning. By the time they finally turned in last night, they were all fucked out, even Sydney’s seemly bottomless reserves tapped out.

A couple of hours ago, Sydney had slipped into her arms by the front door and gave her a breath-stealing kiss before making Alison promise they would do this again. She didn’t have to twist Alison’s arm very hard. Then she was out the door, and Alison had the house to herself. It didn’t take her long to miss the girl.

Still looking at Casey, she said, “We need to have a conversation about all of this.”

“I know,” Casey said, and it was her turn to blush, “am I in trouble?”

“I feel like you should be,” Alison said, then snorted, “although I guess we should both be.”

“Yeah, we probably should,” Casey said, crossing her fingers where her mother could see them, “are we?”

Laughing and shaking her head, Alison said, “I guess we aren’t.”

“Really?” Casey asked, seeming surprised.

“Like I said, we need to have a conversation,” Alison said, meeting her daughter’s eyes, “maybe some new ground rules… We’ll figure it out.”

“Okay,” Casey said, relieved, “do you want to talk about it now?”

“Um, no,” Alison said, laughing, “do you? About Sydney and me?”

“Not really,” Casey said, making a face, “I don’t want to know the details. Gross.”

“That’s fair,” Alison said, amused. She wouldn’t want to know about her mother’s sex life either. Hell, she didn’t want to know about Casey’s sex life, especially how theirs overlapped because of Sydney. Still, as a parent, she felt she needed to ask, “Is there another girl I should know about?”

Casey squirmed, nodded.

“Right,” Alison said, sighing, “it’s probably a little late for the birds and bees talk, huh?”

“We covered it in health class,” Casey said, then blushed, “kind of figured the rest out for myself.”

It was Alison’s turn to make a face, “Stop. I don’t want to hear that.”

“Sorry,” Casey said, laughing.

“Go put your stuff up,” Alison said, shaking her head, “I don’t think either one of us is ready to have the talk right now.”

“Okay,” Casey said, picking up her backpack. She started for the stairs, then paused, “Mom?”

“Yeah, Sweetie?”

“Sydney really is irresistible, isn’t she?” Casey said, grinning.

“Yeah,” Alison said, laughing at her own expense.

“I really am glad you had a nice weekend,” Casey said.

“Thanks, Sweetie.”

Then Casey was gone, heading upstairs to her room. Alone in the living room, Alison had to shake her head at how this weekend had played out. Snorting, she thought, who said being a soccer mom wasn’t an adventure?

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