Soccer Mom, Part One

It’s funny the things people can become attracted to, given the right circumstances. For Alison Brady, it was knee socks. Not the black kind wore by schoolgirls in uniform, although that kind of caught her attention, too. No, the ones that never failed to draw her eyes were the ones worn by soccer players. Not as common as some fetishes, but Alison doubted she was the only one who was turned on by such unassuming garments. She often wondered if those other people had developed the affliction the same way she had.

Starting when she was seven and all the way through college, she played soccer. In fact, she went to college on a soccer scholarship, played as a striker for four years as she earned her business degree. She was good, but not quite good enough to draw the attention of any of the professional teams. After college, she traded her cleats for some sensible heels and entered the workforce, but never gave up on her love of the game. On the weekends, she played in a pickup league, chasing a black and white ball around the field well into her thirties.

Even now, a single mom with two kids and a minivan, she still loved the game, even if she didn’t play anymore. Well, not if you don’t count kicking the ball around with her daughters in the back yard. As for putting on cleats and running for ninety minutes, those days were over. She had moved on from playing to coaching her oldest daughter Casey’s team. Thirty years after she started playing, soccer was still a part of her life.

In that regard, it wasn’t all that strange for her to develop an attraction to the knee socks worn by soccer players. There has been plenty of opportunities to notice them. Alison knew where her fascination began, could pinpoint it to a single word, a name: Tara.

Lying naked on a bed in a hotel room three states away from her own, Alison let her mind take her back to that fateful day that started her down a road that led here…

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… We can give you a ride, and you can stay the night after the game.”

Perking up, Alison said, “Yeah?”

“Mom said it was okay,” Tara said, stuffing her books in her locker.

Alison said, “That would be awesome. I thought I would have to miss the game.”

Grinning at her, Tara said, “Not a chance. We need your slow ass on the field.”

“Who are you calling slow?” Alison said, giving her friend a look, “I can run circles around you.”

“Yeah, right,” Tara said, closing her locker. With mischief in her eyes, she asked, “Want to bet?”

“What’s the stakes?” Alison asked. She wasn’t worried about what Tara would get, because she was pretty sure she could outrun the girl. She wanted to know what she’d get when she left the girl in her dust.

“If you beat me…” Tara said, her eyebrows knitting together as she thought about it. Suddenly, she stood up straighter, “If you beat me, I’ll let you have my flats.”

“The ones in my closet already?” Alison asked, laughing.

“They would officially be yours,” Tara said.

Alison really loved those shoes, didn’t intend to give them back. Winning them in a race would clear her conscience about keeping them, so she said, “And if I lose?”

“We try something in the DVD,” Tara said, her voice much lower.

Rolling her eyes, Alison asked, “Why do you want to try that so much?”

“Why don’t you?” Tara asked.

“It’s kind of weird, don’t you think?” Alison asked, her voice low to match Tara’s, “two girls doing… that to each other?”

“They seemed to like it,” Tara said, blushing.

Shaking her head and laughing, Alison said, “If you say so.”

“Is it a bet or not?” Tara asked, giving her a dirty look.

Alison thought about the lesbian porn DVD Tara had found in her older brother’s room. They had watched it, giggling and joking the whole time. After it was over, Alison had thought that was the end of it, but later that night, Tara had started talking about what it would feel like. The conversation took a weird turn when the girl asked if Alison wanted to try it. At first, Alison thought the girl was joking, then maybe messing with her, but she was serious. Alison had said no, but the topic has come up a couple of times since then.

The idea of trying some of the things they had seen on the DVD with Tara didn’t seem so awful that Alison wouldn’t take the bet. Especially since she was almost sure she could outrun the girl. She found herself nodding.

Tara met her eyes, asked, “You aren’t going to chicken out when I beat you, are you?”

“Like that’s going to happen,” Alison said, rolling her eyes. When she saw her friend was still looking at her, she laughed and said, “I won’t chicken out. If you somehow manage to beat me, we’ll do it.”

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With her hands on her sides and gasping for air, Alison said, “You cheated.”

Tara laughed, “How did I cheat?”

“I don’t know,” Alison said.

“You just didn’t want those shoes bad enough,” Tara said, grinning at her.

Alison blinked at her friend when what the girl was really saying sank in, that the reason Tara had won was that she wanted to sleep with Alison more than she wanted the shoes. Alison couldn’t deny the girl had run her heart out. She was a little surprised by the warm and fuzzy feeling that realization gave her.

“I was just tired from the game,” Alison said, still trying to catch her breath.

With a mischievous uptick of the corners of her mouth, Tara asked, “Do you want to go again?”

As competitive as Alison was, she knew it was a waste of time. The results would be the same because Tara was simply faster than her. Grudgingly, she said, “No.”

“Let’s go then,” Tara said, picking up her bag, “Mom is waiting for us in the car.”

As they walked towards the minivan, Alison wondered what she had gotten herself into. She had taken the bet because she fully expected to win, but now… Alison glanced at Tara, trying to guess what the girl wanted to try from the lesbian DVD. She figured there were only a couple of things they could do since they lacked some of the hardware- namely strap-ons, dildos, and vibrators- the girls in the videos had had. That left fingers and mouths, and that weird thing they did where they rubbed their vaginas together. All of it had been pretty graphic and very, very intimate, a lot of boundaries crossed.

Alison had thought she knew Tara pretty well, but she was about to get to know the girl a whole lot better. Better than she ever intended to.

Glancing over her shoulder at the rest of her soccer team, Alison had a paranoid moment that they somehow knew what Alison and Tara were about to do. She knew it was just paranoia, but she still felt exposed.

“When we.. you know,” Alison said, getting Tara’s attention, “it stays between you and me, right?”

Laughing, Tara said, “Yeah. It’ll be our little secret.”

“I’m serious,” Alison said, meeting her eyes.

“I know,” Tara said, smiling reassuringly at her, “I won’t tell anyone.”

Alison believed her. She didn’t trust anyone else as much as she trusted Tara. If the girl gave her word, Alison could relax about the kids at school finding out about what she had done. Whatever happened in Tara’s bedroom would stay in Tara’s bedroom.

At the minivan, Tara’s mother said, “What’s with the race?”

“Um..” Tara said, glancing at Alison, “we just wanted to see who was faster.”

Giving Alison a sympathetic smile, Tara’s mother said, “Don’t feel bad about losing… Tara’s dad and I both ran track in high school. She gets her wheels from us.”

Alison groaned and thought, that bit of information would have been helpful before I took the bet.

“You ladies hungry?” Tara’s mother asked, opening the side door on the minivan.

“I could eat something,” Tara said.

Alison thought the girl meant she was hungry, but, thinking about the DVD and what they were about to do later, Alison’s cheeks were suddenly hot.

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Looking around Tara’s bedroom, Alison was nervous. She couldn’t remember ever being nervous about being in Tara’s room before. Not even that first time they hung out together back in grade school when they initially became friends. That first time had gone off without a hitch, but tonight was going to be another first for them. Alison couldn’t imagine it going as smoothly. After all, this was a bit more than just staying at a new friend’s house. She thought even if it went great, it would cause ripples in their relationship. She didn’t believe, even if it went bad, that it would end their friendship, but it was going to be different after this.

Alison was alone right now, Tara taking a shower down the hall. She sat stiffly on Tara’s bed, waiting for her turn in the bathroom. With her thoughts running laps in her brain, she didn’t even notice that she was worrying at the drawstrings on her soccer shorts.

She jumped when the bedroom door suddenly opened, and Tara breezed into the room. Her hair was still damp, and she had a towel wrapped around her naked body. As she went to her dresser, she said, “The shower is free.”

“Okay,” Alison said, finding herself watching Tara at her dresser instead of getting up and going to the bathroom.

The towel didn’t hide much, and she found herself looking at Tara’s nearly nude body. The girl was leggy and slim, just starting to fill out in the hips and upstairs. She had chestnut hair that was usually pulled up in a ponytail, and a fresh-faced cuteness would probably get her a lot of dates when she was old enough to go on any. There was nothing unappealing or unsightly about Tara. If she had to fool around with another girl, she could do a lot worse than her friend.

Shaking her head at that thought, Alison got up and headed down the hall. The bathroom was still steamy from Tara’s shower, and Alison breathed in the redolent scent of her body wash. She has always liked how the soap Tara used smelled.

Stripping out of her sweaty soccer uniform, she grabbed a towel from the linen closet. She got the water going in the shower stall, then stepped inside. She sighed as the hot water sluiced down her body, distracting her from her thoughts for a moment. Closing her eyes, she let the shower wash some of the tension out of her. It didn’t completely calm her nerves, but she was in a better place when she opened her eyes than when she had been sitting uncomfortably on Tara’s bed.

“It’s not going to be that bad,” she said out loud as she reached for the Tara’s body wash. She was trying to psych herself up for this. Snorting, she said, “Like Tara said, the girls in the videos seemed to like it.”

That really didn’t help any, but it made her smile and shake her head as she worked the body wash into a lather between her hands. She soaped up with her back to the spray, running her slippery hands over her young body. Finished, she started to turn into the water, then thought about what she and Tara were about to do. She went back and spent a little more time down there.

Just being considerate, Alison thought, her cheeks hot as she turned into the water to rinse the soap off.

She washed her hair, then it was time to get out. As she dried off, she realized she hadn’t brought any clean clothes to the bathroom. They were still in her bag in Tara’s room. Then again, Alison wasn’t sure she’d need her clothes right away. It would depend if Tara wanted to collect on the bet right away or wait until later.

Alison wrapped the towel around her naked body, scooped up her dirty clothes, and headed back to Tara’s room. The girl was wearing sleep shorts, a tank top, and knee socks like the ones they wore with their uniform. She was stretched out on her back on her bed, typing on her phone. She looked away from her phone as Alison came into the room. The girl finished the text she had been sending, then set her phone aside. Sitting up, she looked at Alison in her towel, a hint of a nervous smile on her lips.

“Um,” Alison said, looking down at herself then back at Tara, “should I get dressed?”

“Probably a waste of time,” Tara said, her voice thick with excitement.

Swallowing hard, Alison said, “I guess so.”

Tara stood up and walked over to Alison. Standing in front of her, the girl said, “Mom and Dad are watching their shows. We probably have a couple of hours…”

With a nervous laugh, Alison asked, “Do you think we’ll need that long?”

“I don’t know,” Tara said, blushing, “it depends if we like it.”

Looking at her friend, Alison had something of an epiphany. She could go into this one of two ways- she could treat it like she was paying her penance for losing the bet, do whatever kinky thing Tara wanted to try from the video with no enthusiasm and probably not like it; or, she could give it an honest try and maybe, just possibly enjoy it. Given the circumstances, the latter seemed like the better attitude to have.

“If we like it, right,” Alison said, taking a deep breath, “so… how do we do this?”

Brushing her hair behind her ear shyly, Tara said, “Maybe… Close your eyes.”

“Like this?” Alison asked, closing her eyes.

Tara didn’t answer, just kissed her instead. It happened so fast that Alison barely had time to realize what had happened before Tara’s lips left her own. Open her eyes, she gaped at her friend, sputtered, “You-you kissed me!”

Tara’s cheeks were red as she laughed, “Yeah. Seemed like I should… You know, considering…”

Alison couldn’t fault the girl’s logic, so she said, “You could have warned me, at least.”

“Sorry,” Tara said, with a little laugh. Sobering up some, she said, “I’m going to kiss you again.”

“Okay,” Alison said, figuring a second kiss was warranted. She closed her eyes and, when Tara pressed her lips to hers, she kissed her friend back. It was a pretty chaste kiss, nothing like the heated make-out sessions on the DVD. When she met Tara’s eyes, she saw the girl was thinking the same thing. With a nervous laugh, she said, “Right. We need to do it the other way.”

“I never thought my first French kiss would be with you,” Tara said.

“Really? I always knew it would be with you,” Alison said, sarcastically.

Laughing, Tara said, “Smartass.”

Alison shook out her arms, took a deep breath to prepare herself, then said, “Kiss me.”

“Right,” Tara said, taking a deep breath of her own.

When Tara’s lips touched her own, Alison parted them enough to let the girl’s tongue into her mouth. The kiss ended before it could even get started, both of them bursting out in nervous giggles. Alison made the mistake of meeting her friend’s eyes, and it only made her laugh harder. Finally, she said, “Pull yourself together.”

“You are laughing, too,” Tara said.

“I was talking to both of us,” Alison said, smiling at her, “this is harder than I thought it would be.”

“Kissing?” Tara asked.

“If we are already giggling like this…” Alison said, pointedly, “it’s only going to get worse when we get further than first base.

Squaring up her shoulders, Tara said, “We can do this. We can make-out like mature young adults. We just need to get our game faces on.”

“Are you about to give one of those inspirational coach speeches from sports movies? You know the ones that inspire the team to stage a last-minute against the odds comeback?” Alison teased.

“Shut up,” Tara laughed.

Humor helped defuse some of the tension between them, and both girls relaxed some. When Tara closed her eyes, Alison leaned in and kissed her. Tara’s lips parted, and Alison slipped her tongue into her friend’s mouth. The urge to giggle hit her again, but she managed to hold it back. The caress of Tara’s tongue drew her further into the kiss. It wasn’t until she had to come up for a breath that she realized they had been kissing for a while. Without Tara’s lips pressed against her own to distract her, Alison noticed her heart was racing and that she was breathing funny. She recognized the response, even if she was surprised the kiss inspired it.

Opening her eyes, she saw that Tara looked as surprised as she was. With a little laugh, she said, “I guess that counts.”

“We were definitely making out,” Tara agreed.

“What do you think?” Alison asked, curious to see if the girl had had the same reaction to the kiss as she had had.

“I don’t know,” Tara said, then met her eyes, “what do you think?”

Alison was about to say ‘I asked you first’, but thought they’d end up beating around the bush. Instead, she said, “Kissing isn’t so bad, I guess.”

She had downplayed her answer. In truth, she had liked it, and her body had definitely responded to the kiss. She was just a little hesitant to admit she had enjoyed it that much until she knew what Tara had felt.

“Maybe we could kiss a little more?” Tara asked, her eyes looking like she really wanted Alison to say yes.

Alison thought the girl was just being careful, too. The barely masked eagerness in Tara’s question was the confirmation Alison had been looking for. The way the kiss had made her feel, Tara was feeling it, too.

Rather than answer her, Alison kissed Tara. She knew she had read her friend’s eyes right when the girl kissed her back heatedly. Again, her heart was racing and, when they came up for air, they didn’t break the kiss like last time. Alison barely took a second to draw air into her lungs before she was kissing Tara again.

It wasn’t until she realized Tara had her pinned against the wall and that she hadn’t even noticed that her towel had come undone and was on the floor at her ankles that she saw just how far the kiss had gotten out of hand. Tara was molded against her, no daylight to be seen between them. One of the girl’s hands was on the back of her neck and the other in the small of her back. Alison blinked when she realized her own hands were under Tara’s tank top, resting on her hips.

It dawned on Tara that Alison was naked and that their bodies were pressed together very intimately at about the same time as it did Alison. Their eyes met, and they started laughing.

Grinning, Tara said, “Maybe we’ll need a couple of hours, after all.”

Judging by the flush of heat spreading across her body, Alison thought Tara might be right. She hadn’t expected to respond like this, but she couldn’t deny she was excited. More than that, she kind of liked how Tara’s body felt pressed against her own. The girl was warm and soft in her arms.

“Maybe,” Alison admitted.

Her smile widening, Tara said, “I knew you were going to come around.”

“This is still weird,” Alison said, giving her friend a look, “don’t get it twisted.”

“Is it as weird as when I first suggested it?” Tara asked, her eyes full of mischief.

“Slightly less,” Alison said, then snorted, “although it was less weird before I became naked. Did you do that?”

“I think your towel just came undone,” Tara said, laughing.

“Uh-huh,” Alison said, with mock dubiety.

“It was coming off eventually, anyway,” Tara said.

“Well, I’m not going to be the only one naked,” Alison said, running her hands up Tara’s sides. The material of Tara’s tank top bunched around her breasts, and the girl laughed as she lifted her arms so Alison could remove the shirt entirely. Tara’s eyes flash as Alison hooked her thumbs in the sleep shorts and pushed them and her panties from her hips. Gravity finished what Alison had started, and suddenly the only articles of clothing between them were a pair of knee socks.

“Happy?” Tara asked playfully.

“That wouldn’t be the first word that comes to mind,” Alison said, snorting.

Laughing, Tara took her hand. Alison let herself be led to the bed and, when Tara stretched out atop the covers, she joined the girl. There was an awkward moment when they just sort of looked at each other, neither sure what to do next. In the end, it was Alison who finally leaned in and kissed Tara. It was a little hesitant at first, but the spark they had felt while kissing before returned, becoming a full-blown fire of desire.

Alison wasn’t sure how long they had been kissing before Tara put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her to her back. Tara got to her hands and knees, leaning in to give Alison a kiss that stole her breath away. She was a little dizzy by the time Tara’s lips left hers. Then Tara kissed her collar bone, the slope of one of her breasts. With a nervous laugh, Alison realized things were progressing beyond just kissing. Then Tara ran her tongue around her nipple, teasing it until it stiffened. A startled moan escaped her, and she blushed when Tara gave her a curious look. Seeing her red cheeks or maybe hearing her fast breathing, Tara seemed to put two and two together. Her mouth returned to Alison’s nipple, drawing another moan from her, then another. Biting her lip, she tried to hold them in, but it only got worse when Tara’s hand slipped up her stomach to cup her other breast. Her back arched off the bed, pushing against Tara’s hand and mouth, eagerly.

She was a little disappointed when the girl suddenly kissed the valley between her breasts, then again lower. Tara’s lips left her skin tingling in their wake as she placed a third kiss in the hollow of her rib cage. Alison’s disappointment evaporated in a flash of heat as her she realized where Tara was headed.

The majority of the videos on the DVD Tara had found in her brother’s room had the two- occasionally more- girls use their mouths to pleasure each other. Did the Tara really intend to do that to her? The trail of moist prints Tara’s mouth left down her stomach seemed to point toward that. Alison was holding her breath by the time Tara kisses fell below her belly button. She propped up on her elbows, watching as Tara rapidly ran out of real estate.

Then it was happening. Alison couldn’t get the stale air out of her lungs as Tara’s tongue found her bud. It sent shivers of pleasure through her young body, finally loosen the knot in her throat. Alison expelled that pent up breath as a surprised moan. Like a dam inside of her broke, she couldn’t hold in the little animal sounds of excitement that wanted to escape her. The hot, wet caress of Tara’s tongue felt like nothing she’d ever felt before, felt better than she thought it could.

“God, I can’t believe you are doing this to me,” Alison said, with a nervous little laugh that was half a moan. Tara rolled her eyes up to meet Alison’s and she raised her eyebrows questioningly. Alison thought she knew what the girl was asking, and she blushed, said, “Don’t stop, though.”

A grin pulled up the corners of Tara’s mouth as she continued her sweet torture on Alison’s bud. Tara had been sure Alison would like this if she just gave it a try. That little smile was the equivalent of ‘I told you so.’

Alison was glad Tara was persistent because what was happening to her right now felt amazing, even if she wasn’t going to give the girl the satisfaction of acknowledging that she had been right. Alison was enjoying this a whole lot more than she expected. Each flick of Tara’s tongue was sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her hips were pushing against Tara’s mouth eagerly, and her fingers clutched at the sheets, moan after moan forced from her slack mouth. She had assumed the girls in the videos were just overacting, hamming it up for the camera to sell the eroticism, but maybe she had been wrong because her body was reacting just like theirs had. She couldn’t see herself, but she had to be a writhing mess upon the comforter.

And I’m the one who lost the bet, Alison managed to think through the haze of ecstasy. That thought led to another, I guess it’ll be my turn on the giving end soon, though.

She’d worry about that when the time came. Until then, she was going to lose herself in the lovely feel of Tara’s tongue as it caressed her bud. Every nerve ending in her young body was crying out for more, easily drowning out any thoughts about what she would have to do to Tara in return.

God, if she keeps that up she’s going to make me come, Alison thought. She had discovered the joys of masturbation recently and recognized the signs of an orgasm beginning to show in her body. Tara had her tiptoeing along the edge, ready to plummet into that blissful ecstasy.

Then her body exploded with pleasure, an orgasm more intense than any she has had before shaking her like a rag doll. She had thought she knew what a climax felt like, but she wasn’t ready for this. It left her trembling in its wake, staring wide-eyed at Tara.

Laughing, Tara said, “You should see your face.”

“God,” Alison said, brushing her hair out of her face, “what did you do to me?”

“That good?” Tara asked, grinning.

“So good,” Alison said, meaning it, “How did you know how to do that?”

“I might have watched the DVD a couple of times,” Tara said, sheepishly.

Alison looked at her a moment, then decided the girl had watched it more than ‘a couple of times’. Maybe there was more to this than just idle curiosity on Tara’s part. Giving her friend a weighing look, Alison asked, “Just a couple of times?”

“Maybe more than a couple,” Tara admitted, her face turning red.

“Well, that was amazing,” Alison said, leaning forward to kiss Tara. She wanted to ask the girl why she had watched the DVD so much, but she left the question unasked. She let Tara bring it up when she was ready to talk about it.

“Thanks,” Tara said, managing to look both embarrassed and pleased.

“I don’t suppose that counts as payment for my lost bet?” Alison asked jokingly. She laughed when Tara gave her a sour look, said, “I guess I’m not getting off that easy.”

“I’d say you already got off… easy,” Tara said, grinning at her.

Snorting in surprise, Alison said, “Wow.”

“Just saying,” Tara said, laughing.

Alison leaned forward and kissed her again. This time she let it linger until she felt Tara begin to respond. She let Tara’s passion build into a fire of desire, then put her hand on the girl’s hip and urged her to switch positions with her. Before she could lose her nerve, Alison kissed Tara on the lips once, then on the graceful curve of her neck. The girl’s skin was warm and smooth under lips, far from unpleasant. The second kiss on her shoulder was easier, calmed her nervousness.

Remembering what Tara had done to her, Alison moved lower, placing a kiss on the pale swell of one breast. She didn’t know why she expected it to be different than kissing Tara’s neck or shoulder, but she was surprised kissing Tara’s breast wasn’t as weird as she expected it to be. It was a bit more taboo, but still just skin… Warm, soft, smooth skin that still smelled faintly of her body wash from her shower. Again, far from unpleasant.

A naughty shiver worked up her spine as she kissed Tara’s nipple, ran her tongue around the pebbly areola. Alison giggled when Tara’s hand fell on the back of her head, her back arching and pressing her breast against her mouth. She heard Tara’s breathing change, listened to the soft moans slipping passed her parted lips, and knew this was getting the girl excited. Alison remembered what it felt like when Tara did this to her, the lovely sensation of her hot tongue on her tender nipple. She knew this was a sweet torture.

She put her hand on the flare of Tara’s hip, ran it up her flank to cup her other breast. Tara’s small breast just fit in her hand, the stiffened nipple making her palm tingle where it pressed against it. Alison was just sort of copying what Tara had done, and it took her a moment to realize she had just gotten to second base with her best friend. She thought it should probably be a bigger deal than it was. Hell, she had figured kissing Tara was a milestone she’d never cross, but now she was well past it, and Alison was a little surprised how easy it was to keep traveling down this new path.

Sensing that Tara was ready for more, Alison started kissing her way down the girl’s supine body. She liked how Tara’s muscles tensed in anticipation of the brush of her lips, how the girl’s breathing grew faster the lower Alison moved. Tara’s growing excitement was kind of intoxicating, kept Alison placing kisses on her warm skin even when she came to the swell of her girlhood.

She looked at the soft folds of the girl’s pussy, thinking it didn’t look too scary. It was kind of cute, the faint brown peach fuzz just coming in. There was nothing off-putting about it for being such a taboo place. She barely hesitated before kissing Tara’s bud, letting her tongue flick across it.

And that’s third base, Alison thought, another naughty shiver working up her spine. She’d be lying if she said a part of her wasn’t turned on by doing this to Tara. Misbehaving was always kind of exciting, and she was definitely misbehaving now. If she got caught like this- naked with her face buried between Tara’s thighs- she would probably be leaving for college before she wasn’t grounded anymore.

The caress of Alison’s tongue had Tara in a state. Her hips began to move, pushing her pussy against Alison’s mouth hungrily. Alison hadn’t watched the DVD a bunch of times as Tara had, but she must be doing something right. Tara’s moans and little animal sounds of enjoyment filled the air, forced out of her by the pleasure Alison was awakening in her young body. Taking her cues from the noises Tara was making, Alison quickly figured out just what the girl wanted.

The musky scent of Tara’s excitement tickled Alison’s nose, and her cheeks were soon wet from the girl’s thrashings, but she didn’t let up. While she wanted to make Tara feel good, too, it was Alison’s competitive nature that kept her going. Tara had made her come, and she didn’t want to be outdone. Tara had set the bar pretty high, so she had her work cut out for her.

I’ve got this, Alison thought, pumping herself up, I’m going to make her come her brains out… Now, that’s a thought I never expected to think..

Rolling her eyes up, Alison tried to gauge the effect she was having on Tara. She smiled when she saw the girl’s eyes rolled back in her head, her face pulled in pleasure. Alison wondered if she looked like that when Tara was doing this to her. She hoped not. Still, she thought Tara had to be feeling pretty amazing.

A moment later, Alison found out just how amazing. She saw the tension building up in Tara’s abdomen and her back arch off the bed as she started to come. Alison followed her body wherever it went, managed to keep her mouth to Tara’s bud right up until she cried out. She watched her friend shake her way through her orgasm.

That looked intense, but its too close to call, Alison thought, grinning, we need instant replay.

Tara saw her grinning, laughed and said, “Yeah.”

“Have I paid my debt?” Alison asked.

“In full,” Tara said, sighing happily.

“Good,” Alison said, crawling up the girl’s supine body to give her a kiss.

“So… Why are you so good at that?” Tara asked, smiling up at her.

“Naturally talented, I guess,” Alison said.

“Well, if you ran like you lick pussy, you would have won the bet,” Tara teased.

Laughing, Alison made a face and said, “Thanks, I think.”

“Then again, if you could run that fast, I would be able to uncurl my toes right now,” Tara said, propping up on her elbows to give Alison a kiss. With a shy smile, she said, “Thanks for doing this with me.”

“A bet is a bet,” Alison said, then admitted, “although I’m glad I lost, too.”

“Yeah?” Tara asked, meeting her eyes.

“Yeah,” Alison said, honestly.

Tara glanced at her alarm clock, and her eyes flashed with mischief when she said, “We still have an hour…”

Playfully, Alison said, “I thought my debt was paid in full.”

“It is,” the girl said, kissing her, “Want to do it again, anyway?”

Alison wasn’t all that surprised to hear herself saying, “Yeah.”

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That was how it started. She’d catch a ride to soccer games with Tara, then stay the night at the girl’s house. What started as a one-time payment for a lost bet became a routine, one they both looked forward to all week.

Alison thought her knee sock fetish was a conditioned response similar to Pavlov’s dogs and the dinner bell. Tara’s soccer uniform became synonymous with sex in her mind. Seeing those socks was a primer for her hormone-laden body. Also, Tara always wore knee socks to bed because her feet got cold easily, so she was usually wearing them when they fooled around. It didn’t hurt either that Tara had great legs and looked cute in them.

Her attraction to Tara in knee socks kind of evolved into an appreciation of the female form in general. She dated a couple of girls- and one boy- through high school and college before meeting her dead beat husband. Well, she hadn’t realized he was a dead beat until it was too late. Still, he had given her two amazing daughters she loved with all of her heart.

After her divorce, she found herself craving a partner with feminine charm. The problem with being a single mom and a businesswoman, it wasn’t exactly easy to meet women. Or men, for that matter. As a result, she burned through a lot of batteries in her vibrator.

Alison was pulled away from her thoughts as the bathroom door opened, and Sydney Golden stepped back into the room. She was beautiful and naked and only twelve-years-old. Seeing Alison looking at her, Sydney came to the bed, crawling over to where Alison lay and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.

“Never done it in a hotel room before,” Sydney said, smiling at Alison.

“We really shouldn’t have done this,” Alison said.

Playfully, Sydney asked, “Again?”

“Ever,” Alison laughed.

“You said that last time,” Sydney said, kissing her, “and will probably say it next time, too.”

“There shouldn’t be a next time,” Alison said, not liking the lack of conviction in her voice. The truth was, she wanted there to be a next time, which made it really hard to do the right thing. It didn’t help that Sydney was incredibly sexy and more than willing to lead her astray.

“Then you shouldn’t have done that to me,” Sydney said, her eyes flashing with mischief, “can’t blow my mind like that and just walk away. It’s mean.”

Alison saw that look and knew she was in so much trouble. That was the look that started this whole thing.

Continue to Part Two

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