Soccer Mom, Part Two

“I should get back before Jenny notices I’m gone.”

Jenny was Sydney’s stepmother and chaperone for this trip to the regional soccer finals. Jenny liked to take an Ambien with a shot of the gin she kept in her purse before bed. It usually wasn’t the only nip the woman took from her flask through the day, not by a long shot. Alison doubted the woman would notice an earthquake, let alone the departure of her graceful stepdaughter. Still, it was getting late, and they should have both been asleep a long time ago. They had a long drive home tomorrow.

Today, Alison amended, glancing at the clock.

“Okay,” Alison said, part of her wishing the girl didn’t have to go, and another, smaller part of her was ashamed of her lack of control when it came to Sydney.

Sydney gave her a deep, lingering kiss, then rolled off the bed and started getting dressed. Rolling onto her side, Alison watched the girl slip back into her sleep shorts and t-shirt. She couldn’t help it. Her eyes were drawn to Sydney like a moth to the flame.

“Is Casey and Abby staying with their dad this weekend?” Sydney asked.

“Um, yeah,” Alison said, then hated herself for adding, “I’ll have the house to myself.”

“Perfect,” Sydney said, smiling at her, “I’ll ask my dad if I can stay the night… With ‘Casey’, of course.”

Shaking her head and laughing, Alison knew she was supposed to tell her not to do that, but she didn’t.

“You aren’t going to tell me this shouldn’t happen again?” Sydney teased.

“No,” Alison said. They both knew it was a bad idea to keep doing this- especially Alison- but she really did want the girl to stay the night. She couldn’t get enough of her.

“Good,” Sydney said, leaning in to kiss her, “I’ll ask Dad when we get home tomorrow. I’ll call you.”

“Okay,” Alison said.

“Good night,” Sydney said, walking toward the door. She paused to look back over her shoulder and smile at Alison, “I love your body.”

Laughing, Alison said, “So you keep saying.”

“It’s worth repeating,” Sydney said, opening the door.

Then she was gone, and Alison was alone. She was smiling because she believed the girl really meant it. The twelve-year-old was genuinely attracted to her. Sometimes, she felt like she had lost it, but when Sydney looked at her like that, she felt desirable, again.

“I’m a mess,” she said, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. Without Sydney’s naked body to distract her, her thoughts wound their way back to how this thing with the girl began…

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“Coach, Sydney’s hurt.”

Looking up from her clipboard, Alison saw the girl lying on the ground, clutching her leg. She hurried to the semi-circle of girls standing around, knelt next to the girl. Her heart sank at the pinched look of pain on Sydney’s face, and she immediately feared the worse.

“Where does it hurt?” She asked, kneeling beside her.

“My thigh… It’s cramping up,” Sydney said between clenched teeth.

It was hot out, and the girls had been running drills for about an hour now. She had been making them hydrate, but Alison wasn’t surprised that Sydney was cramping up. Luckily, some Gatorade and a chance to massage the tightening muscles was all it would take to get the girl back on her feet.

Relieved that it wasn’t something serious, Alison said, “Someone help me get her up. Everyone else take five and get something to drink.”

Her daughter Casey helped get Sydney on her feet and hobble over to the sidelines. While Sydney gracelessly flopped on the ground, Alison grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the cooler. When she turned around, she saw the girl stretched out on her back, her knee pulled back to her chest as she tried to loosen the cramp. Sydney was grimacing in pain.

Alison has been on the receiving end of more than a few cramps and knew they were horrible, so she felt for the girl. Handing her the sports drink, Alison said, “Drink this. It’ll help.”

While the girl sat up and took a long pull from the bottle, Alison knelt beside her and started massaging the constricted muscles in her calf and thigh. Sydney groaned, but Alison kept doing it because she knew from experience it would help. She could feel the knots of tension loosening under her kneading fingertips.

To her daughter, Alison said, “Take the girls out and run some passing drills.”

It was Casey’s turn to groan, and Alison had to smile. She remembered hating practice, too, even if she knew it would make her better at game time. Still, she was the coach, so it was her job to make them run drills.

As the girls ran back out onto the practice field, Alison turned her attention back to Sydney. Meeting the girl’s eyes, she asked, “Any better?”

“It’s loosening up some,” the girl said, no longer clinching her teeth.

Still looking at the girl, Alison thought she was beautiful, even with her face pinched in discomfort. With long brown hair falling to the middle of her back when not pulled up in a ponytail, big blue eyes like glowing sapphires in her deep complexion, and a coy lopsided smile, Sydney could easily be a model or an actress. Add to that her athletic build and natural grace, and she was going to be a handful for the boys someday.

And maybe one pervy soccer coach, Alison thought, guiltily. She has been coaching Sydney for a couple of years now and has watched her grow from a cute little girl into a stunning young woman. Only twelve, Sydney already had a sensuality about her that Alison found irresistible, much to her chagrin.

Alison was more than a little bit ashamed to be attracted to one of her daughter’s friends, especially one so young, but she couldn’t help it. There was just something about Sydney that got to her, made her eyes linger a little too long, and her thoughts wander into places they shouldn’t go.

Now, rubbing on the girl’s warm, smooth thigh, those thoughts were all over the place. She tried to focus on being a coach and a concerned adult, but part of her loved the feel of Sydney’s soft skin under her fingertips. Her heart was beating a little faster than it should, and she thought she might be breathing a little funny.

“I think I’m okay now,” Sydney said.

Looking up, Alison saw the slightly amused, playful smile on the girl’s lips and the knowing look in her eyes. Realizing she had been rubbing Sydney’s thigh a little too long and that the girl had caught her, she snatched her hands away. Alison knew she was busted when the corners of Sydney’s mouth turned up even more.

“Thanks for the rubdown, Mrs. B,” Sydney said, a hint of something in her tone. While her words were innocent enough, there was a bit of innuendo to them.

A little flustered, Alison stood up and said, “Um, walk a lap around the field. Loosen that leg up.”

“Okay,” Sydney said, hopping to her feet.

Alison wished she wasn’t compelled to watch her go, mesmerized by the tick of her backside in her little soccer shorts…

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That was how it began. Sydney had noticed Alison’s attraction to her that day on the sidelines, and she didn’t react like most kids would noticing an adult was interested in her. She started complementing Alison, finding reasons to touch her arm, her shoulder. At first, Alison thought she was imagining things, thinking surely the girl wasn’t flirting with her, but she was.

Alison tried not to encourage the girl, but when Sydney smiled at her like that, it was hard not to smile back. It didn’t help that she had been going through a dry spell, her social life all but dead in the water. It wasn’t easy to date as a single mom. As such, she soaked up the girl’s attention like a wilting plant in a rainstorm.

This went on for months.

The girl’s attempts at flirting were sort of cute, even flattering. Alison didn’t think too much of it, figuring it wasn’t that strange for a young girl to have a crush on an older woman. It probably happened all the time. The only thing was that she underestimated how far the girl intended to take things.

She found out just how far one evening when Sydney was staying the night with her daughter, Casey…

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“Sydney and I have to write a paper together. It’s due tomorrow. Can she stay the night?”

Looking up from the contract she had been reading through, Alison saw her daughter looking at her nervously. Narrowing her eyes, she asked, “How long did you have to write the paper?”

Squirming, Casey said, “Three weeks.”

“Ah,” Alison said, shaking her head. She had expected something like that to be her daughter’s answer. Sydney has been over probably a half dozen times in that period of time, yet she doubted a single sentence had been written for the paper.

“Can she?” Casey asked.

“Yeah,” Alison said, fixing her daughter with a look, “this paper better be amazing. You know your friends aren’t allowed to stay over during the school week.”

“I know,” Casey said, grabbing the phone on her way out of the kitchen, “thanks, Mom.”

Shaking her head again, she looked back at the contract on the table in front of her. She needed to finish reading it before Sydney got here. The girl had become something of a distraction, always flirting with her ever since the mishap on the practice field. Alison’s ability to focus would be tested once Sydney arrived.

Instead of picking up the document, she found herself pushing away from the kitchen table and walking down the hall to the downstairs bathroom. Pulling the scrunchy from her hair, she shook out her ponytail, checked her makeup in the mirror above the sink. She made the mistake of meeting her reflection’s eyes, and a sheepish grin spread on her face.

“So I like when she flirts with me,” Alison said, sighing.

Working forty plus hours a week plus and keeping two growing kids fed and on time to school and practice didn’t leave a lot of room for a social life. Add to that not a lot of women- or guys- were interested in a single mom, and her dance card was pretty empty. She’d take some attention where she could get it.

Satisfied with how she looked, Alison returned to the kitchen. Noticing her wine glass was empty, she went to the freezer and poured herself another drink. She picked up the contract, started reading through the dry legalese. Her eyes kept wanted to cross with boredom, but she had to decide to sign the deal or not tonight. She hated taking work home with her, but this couldn’t wait.

The doorbell rang a couple of minutes later, and Alison was glad for a reason to set the document aside for a moment. She opened the door to see a smiling Sydney on the porch step. The girl was wearing a long-sleeved white dress and tights, Mary Jane’s on her feet. She looked amazing if a little overdressed for an evening of writing a school assignment.

“Hey, Mrs. B,” Sydney said, her smile turning up even more as she looked Alison up and down, “love the yoga pants. They look great on you.”

“If you say so,” Alison laughed as she stepped aside to let the girl in. Sydney’s boldness never failed to make her heart beat faster. She couldn’t remember being confident enough to flirt with an adult when she was Sydney’s age.

“I do,” Sydney said, her smile playful, “you are rocking them.”

“You look very nice, too,” Alison said, knowing she shouldn’t, “that’s a pretty dress.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Sydney said, meeting Alison’s eyes almost shyly.

Her breath catching in her throat, Alison realized the girl had gotten dressed up for her. It was more suited for a night at the mall or even a special occasion.

Or getting the attention of one pervy soccer coach, Alison thought, wishing it didn’t work. The dress clung to Sydney in all the right places, and the opaque nylon on the girl’s long legs begged for Alison’s attention.

She might have looked a little too long because Sydney’s smile became playful.

“Um, Casey’s up in her room,” Alison said, a little flustered.

“Okay,” Sydney said, then added, “thanks for letting me stay the night.”

“This is a one-time thing,” Alison said.

“Sorry we forgot about the assignment,” Sydney said, sheepishly.

“Uh-huh,” she said, then inclined her head toward the stairs, “better get started.”

“Right,” Sydney said, heading for the stairs.

Alison watched her go, hypnotized by the twitch of her backside in the dress. It wasn’t until the girl was out of sight that Alison could blink again. Laughing at herself, she said, “Jesus, Alison.”

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“Need some help?”

Alison looked up from her sink full of dishes at Sydney standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

“How’s the paper coming?” Alison asked, returning her attention to the plate she was washing.

“Casey is typing it up now,” Sydney said, falling in next to her at the sink. She took the plate from Alison, started rinsing it off.

“Shouldn’t you be helping her?” Alison asked.

“Well,” Sydney said, a bit of a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “she’s only got the one keyboard, so…”

Laughing, Alison said, “Smartass.”

“She types better than me, anyway,” Sydney said, reaching around Alison for the dishtowel, brushing against Alison in the process.

It was just a moment of contact, but definitely deliberate. The plate Alison was trying to wash almost slipped from her hand. She managed to keep a hold of it, but it still splashed soapy water onto the front of the shirt she wore.

“Careful,” Sydney said, amused.

“Um, you don’t have to help with the dishes. You are a guest,” Alison said.

“I don’t mind,” Sydney said, taking the dish from her and running it under the water before drying it off and putting it up.

Alison looked at her a long moment, then shrugged. If the girl wanted to help, then Alison wasn’t going to stop her. There were probably three days worth of dishes in the sink, and they seemed to use more pots and pans, plates, and forks than a family of three should. There always seemed to be dishes in the sink.

They found a rhythm, and the sink started to empty. Then Sydney’s hand accidentally touched hers in the passing of a plate. It just sort of happened, and they both paused to look at each other. Alison saw something in Sydney’s eyes she never expected to see in a girl so young. Lately, with all the flirting, Alison has been having some inappropriate thoughts, and she saw that Sydney might be having a few of her own. The desire in them took her breath away for a moment, and she held Sydney’s eyes maybe a little too long. The girl must have seen something in her Alison’s eyes, too, because she suddenly kissed her.

It was just the briefest of kisses, hesitant and unsure, but it nearly floored Alison. For a moment she just looked at the girl in stunned silence, then started to say, “Sydney, I-”

Smiling sheepishly, Sydney stopped her by saying, “I know. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time- since before the cramping incident. The look in your eyes… I thought maybe you wouldn’t freak out, so I went for it.”

Alison blinked in surprise, asked, “Before the cramping incident?”

“I’ve sort of been crushing on you since you started coaching the team,” Sydney said, shyly.

“You were what… eight when I took over as coach,” Alison laughed.

“Well, maybe not that long,” Sydney said, sheepishly, “awhile, though.”

“I’m…” Alison said, then laughed, “I’m flattered, I guess.”

“Are you going to freak out because I kissed you?” Sydney asked, meeting Alison’s eyes.

“No, I don’t think I am,” Alison said, then sighed, “I’m to blame as much as you. I should have put a stop to this flirting a long time ago.”

“Why didn’t you?” Sydney asked.

With an embarrassed laugh, Alison said, “That… That is hard to explain.”

“I thought maybe…” Sydney said, then chickened out.

Alison thought she knew what the girl was going to say, and she sighed again. When she opened her mouth, she found herself admitting something out loud she never intended to admit, “You are a beautiful young woman, Sydney. I wish I could say I haven’t noticed.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Sydney asked, holding Alison’s eyes.

“Does that surprise you?” Alison asked.

“I guess not,” Sydney said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “I catch you looking sometimes.”

“You know you are supposed to tell an adult if you catch someone looking at you like that,” Alison said, slipping into mom mode for a second.

Sydney’s smile widened, and she asked, “Even if I kind of like it?”

“I- well…” Alison said, caught off guard. Recovering some, she said, “You should still tell someone.”

“I should tell my dad I like how you look at me?” Sydney teased.

“That would probably get both of us in trouble,” Alison laughed. She looked at the girl a long moment, then asked, “You aren’t going to tell anyone, are you? Even after I told you you should?”

“No,” Sydney said, grinning.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Alison said, shaking her head.

“Are there any more dishes?” Sydney asked.

Alison looked at her for a long moment, then said, “Yeah.”

“Pass them to me,” Sydney said, picking up her towel.

Finding a plate, Alison ran the rag over it, then passed it to Sydney, who rinsed it and dried it off. They finished off the rest of the dishes, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Alison was trying to figure out what to do about this situation. She still didn’t know how to handle it when she was letting the water out of the sink and drying her hands on another towel.

Noticing the girl was grinning, Alison had to ask, “What are you smiling at?”

“I got to kiss you,” Sydney said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Laughing, Alison asked, “Was it all you hoped for?”

“Not exactly,” Sydney said, a playful smile spreading on her face. The mischief in her eyes stole Alison’s breath away.

“Um… What- what did you hope for?” Alison stammered.

Sydney looked at her long moment, then leaned in close and said, “I hoped it would get you to admit you want to kiss me back.”

“You think I want to kiss you?” Alison asked, her heart racing.

“It’s never crossed your mind?” Sydney asked, her eyes never leaving Alison’s.

Alison knew she should lie, but she found herself saying, “Maybe once or twice.”

“Honesty. Interesting,” Sydney said, smiling, “I thought you would deny it.”

“I meant to,” Alison admitted.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Sydney said, moving closer and putting her hand on Alison’s arm. She met and held Alison’s eyes, “I’m going to kiss you again. You can kiss me back if you want to.”

Then the girl was up on her tippy-toes, and her lips were pressed against Alison’s. It happened so fast that Alison didn’t know what she intended to do, even though the girl had warned her. While her brain spun its wheels, her body responded on instinct. She was kissing the girl a moment before her brain caught on. It wasn’t a chaste, nervous kiss this time, either. Sydney’s tongue was in her mouth, teasing her into a deeper kiss.

Pulling back, Sydney smiled warmly at her, said, “You kissed me back.”

“I- I did,” Alison said as if confirming it for herself. The words rang true- she had indeed kissed Sydney back.

“Um, I should check on Casey,” Sydney said.

“Yeah,” Alison said, mostly because she needed a moment to process what had just happened.

Then Sydney kissed her again. Like before, her body responded before her brain had time to say no. This kiss lingered awhile, how long Alison wasn’t sure. Time got a little fuzzy around the edges, but she knew it was much too long.

Finally pulling back, Sydney gave her a sexy little smile. That smile and the mischief in the girl’s eyes told Alison just how much trouble she was in. Then Sydney was walking out of the kitchen, the twitch of her backside more pronounced than ever. Alison knew the girl wanted her to look, but she was helpless not to. Pausing in the archway between the kitchen and living room, Sydney looked over her shoulder and gave Alison a little wave and a smile.

Alone, Alison ran her hand through her hair, said, “Jesus.”

Her lips were still tingling from where Sydney had kissed her. It was a reminder just how far out of control things had just gotten. For all intents and purposes, she had just made out with a twelve-year-old and all her fuzzy brain could come up with was, she’s a curiously good kisser.

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Alison was in bed but not sleeping, lying on her back and staring up at the ceiling instead. Her mind kept replaying the scene in the kitchen. She could almost still feel Sydney’s lips pressed against her, the feel of the girl’s body as she leaned into her for the kiss. The memory was so vivid that she could smell the citrus-scented dish soap and the subtle vanilla of Sydney’s perfume or body wash.

Sighing, she said out loud, “Why did she have to kiss me?”

Because I didn’t shut down her flirting as soon as it started, she thought, shaking her head, and I shouldn’t have flirted back.

She thought about the look Sydney had given her after their second kiss. If anyone other than a twelve-year-old girl had looked at her like that, she wouldn’t be alone in bed right now. Alison wasn’t even sure what would have happened if Sydney pressed her luck further. Even on a young girl, that look might have done her in, and that worried her. She had a bad feeling it wouldn’t be the last time Sydney favored her with it.

“Surely she’s not interested in that,” Alison said to her empty bedroom, but she didn’t sound certain at all. It wasn’t all that far-fetched for a twelve-year-old girl to be interested in sex. After all, she had been Sydney’s age when she started fooling around with Tara.

Chewing on her lip, she thought, I need to pull her aside in the morning and put a stop to this. It’s already gone way too far. Hopefully, Sydney will understand why it has to end.

There came a light knock at her door, then it opened a sliver. Through the gap, Sydney whispered, “Mrs. B?”

“Sydney?” Alison said, then instantly regretted it. She should have feigned sleep. The girl might have just left.

“You are awake, too?” Sydney asked, coming into the room.

“What are you doing up still? It’s late,” Alison said, glancing at the alarm. Grimacing, she thought, Hell, what am I still doing awake? Tomorrow is going to suck.

“Couldn’t get to sleep,” Sydney said, padding to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she said, “I was thinking about earlier.”

“I was going to talk to you about that in the morning,” Alison said.

Snorting, Sydney asked, “Decided to freak out about it, after all?”

“Don’t you think freaking out is the right thing to do?” Alison asked, meeting the girl’s eyes in the gloom.

“Probably,” Sydney admitted, smiling at her, “making out a little would be more fun, though.”

Caught off guard again by the girl’s boldness, Alison laughed, “Wow.”

“You said you were going to talk to me in the morning, right?” Sydney said, pulling the comforter back and slipping underneath it.

“What are you doing?” Alison asked as the girl moved against her.

“Giving us something to talk about in the morning,” Sydney said, kissing her.

Pulling back, Alison laughed, “Sydney!”

“Tomorrow, Mrs. B,” Sydney said, favoring with a sexy smile, “you can freak out tomorrow.”

Alison’s breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t get it out to tell the girl to stop. Even in the gloom, that smile rocked the supports of her self-control, and she was teetering. If the girl pushed even a bit harder, she was going to tip over into a place she shouldn’t go.

That push came in the form of another kiss, and it was like the drop of water that finally broke the levee, all of her pent up desires spilling over. It had been over a year since she slept with anyone, and that was a lot of frustration to hold back once it found a weakness in the wall. She found herself giving in, her doubts washed away by the passion behind the girl’s kiss.

Kissing Sydney back, she couldn’t help but think, I can’t believe I let myself be seduced by a twelve-year-old.

When Sydney’s hand slipped off her arm and onto her buttock, Alison let out a startled laugh. Meeting the girl’s eyes, she said, “Really?”

“You are only giving me one night, so…” Sydney said.

“So you are just going to go for it, huh?” Alison asked, amused.

“Um… Yeah,” the girl said.

“And just what are you expecting out tonight?” Alison asked, curious just how far Sydney wanted to go.

“What do you mean?” Sydney asked.

“You were bold enough to climb into my bed and bold enough to grab my ass,” Alison said, smiling at her, “just trying to figure out where the line is.”

“You mean… Oh,” Sydney said, with a nervous laugh as she figured out what Alison was asking, “I-I’m not sure where the line is… If there is one.”

“Do you think you are bold enough to go that far with a woman my age?” Alison asked playfully.

She thought the girl just might be bold enough. Hell, she already had shown more moxie than Alison had had at her age. Sydney’s confidence was incredibly sexy, and Alison found herself holding her breath in anticipation of Sydney’s answer. Part of her hoped the girl didn’t chicken out now, even if she knew that would probably be for the best.

“Why would I need to be bold to sleep with someone as beautiful as you?” Sydney asked, her tone matching Alison’s playfulness.

“I don’t know,” Alison said, sarcastically, “maybe because you are twelve!”

“Have you ever seen Zombieland? Twelve is the new twenty,” Sydney said, quoting a line from the movie.

“You’d still be about a decade too young for me if that were true,” Alison said, laughing. Sobering up, she met the girl’s eyes, asked, “Are you sure about this? Be sure before you say yes because I’m not going to hold back if you do.”

“I’m sure,” Sydney said, kissing her.

There was no hesitation, no uncertainty behind the kiss, just a passion that ignited Alison’s. She had been bluffing when she said she wasn’t going to hold back, but the way Sydney was kissing her right now, she thought maybe she wouldn’t need to hold back. Part of her wondered if the girl knew what was about to happen to her. Somehow, Alison thought she might. She got the feeling she wasn’t the first person Sydney has kissed or her ass the first the girl has grabbed.

Beneath the covers, their bodies were molded together. For all those times the girl’s lovely body caught her eye and she’d find herself wondering if Sydney would feel as amazing as she always looked, here was her chance to find out. Sydney had already said not to hold back, but did Alison dare?

Alison’s hand was shaking as she slid it up the girl’s flank to cup her small breast through the thin fabric of the t-shirt she wore. It just fit in Alison’s hand, the nipple stiffening under her attention. Sydney let out a nervous giggle, moaning into their kiss. The girl didn’t pull away from Alison’s hand, so she didn’t remove it. She teased Sydney’s nipple with her thumb, drawing another moan from the girl. Her hand slipped down the girl’s stomach and under her shirt. Sydney nipple drug across her palm as she cupped the girl’s breast, again. The thin cotton hadn’t been much of a barrier, but this was a whole lot more intimate.

Sydney sat up, and, in the dark, Alison could just make out the girl removing the shirt. Then she was hooking her fingers in Alison’s tank top, tugging it up. Her heart racing, Alison sat up so the girl could remove her top and toss it aside. Alison shivered as the air found her bare skin, but not because it was cold. The bedroom was plenty warm. It was a shiver of excitement, one that worked up her spine all the way to the crown of her skull.

Another shiver worked through her as Sydney’s hand slid up her stomach to cup her breast. It was Alison’s turn to laugh nervously, looking down at Sydney’s hand. It became a sigh as Sydney kneaded her breast, gently. Her body didn’t care that it was a twelve-year-old girl touching her like this, her nipple stiffening and aching sweetly. Wrong or not, she moaned thickly, pushing her breast against Sydney’s hand to encourage her.

Leaning in to kiss her, Sydney let her hand moving onto Alison’s shoulder, gently urging her to lay back down. Alison’s mind flashed back to another twelve-year-old girl doing this to her, and her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Sydney doing to her what Tara did that first time they slept together. Surely that wasn’t why Sydney wanted her on her back. Right?

Then Sydney’s lips left hers, pressing against the slope of her breast. Alison shivered deliciously as Sydney’s lips found her straining nipple, her tongue teasing a moan out of her. The hand that was on her shoulder slid back onto her other breast, and Alison’s back arched off the bed. The girl wrung a string of moans out of her, barely letting her draw a breath.

The hand on her breast remain where it was, but suddenly Sydney’s lips brushed against her skin in the valley between her breasts. She gasped when the next kiss was in the hollow of her rib cage. Propping up on her elbows, she watched as Sydney placed another kiss even lower on her stomach. She sighed as Sydney kissed her stomach again, just above her navel. Alison could hardly believe this was happening, almost sure she had fallen asleep after all and was having the most wonderful dream.

Sydney kissed her stomach just above the elastic band of the panties Alison wore, then pushed down a bit to place another kiss. Alison’s heart was racing as Sydney got to her knees and moved between her legs. When the girl hooked her fingers in the waistband, Alison lifted her backside off the bed so the girl could remove her underwear.

“Turn on the light,” Sydney said.

“What?” Alison asked.

“I want to see you,” Sydney said, leaning in to kiss her. Her hand went to the pull cord on the bedside lamp, and the bulb came blindingly to life.

When her eyes adjusted to the sudden glare, Alison saw Sydney looking down at her naked body. She started to cover up, a little embarrassed, then she saw the look in the girl’s eyes, her smile. Laughing, she asked, “Happy?”

“Very,” Sydney said, leaning in to kiss her. Putting her mouth to Alison’s ear, she whispered, “You are even hotter than I thought. I love your body.”

“Sydney,” Alison said, her heart a little funny in her breast. She couldn’t remember the last time someone said anything like that to her. She put her hands on the girl’s cheeks, kissed her deeply.

Sydney pulled back to smile at her, then moved back down Alison’s prone body. Alison was back on her elbows, curious to see if the girl was going to go through with this. She shivered as Sydney ran her fingernails up the insides of her thighs, then gently pushed them open wide. Her eyes were hot on Alison’s exposed pussy, and she shivered again. Then the girl’s mouth was on her clit, the caress of her tongue forcing a surprised moan from her.

She actually doing it, Alison thought, as her hips started to move with a mind of there own, she’s really doing this to me. This little girl is going down on me… And doing a pretty bang-up job of it.

She has slept with a couple of people- both men and women- who could take a few notes from this twelve-year-old girl. Alison’s fingers were digging into the sheets, and her little sounds of excitement were filling the bedroom. Remembering her daughters down the hall, she bit her lip to stifle them as best she could, but Sydney wasn’t making it easy.

“I can’t believe you are actually doing this to me,” Alison said, around a moan. Again, she saw a parallel to her first time with Tara. She was pretty sure she told her the same thing she had just told Sydney.

The corners of Sydney’s mouth turned up in a naughty smile, and she winked at Alison. That was one difference between her first time with Tara and Sydney. Tara’s had looked up at her, her eyes asking if she should continue. Sydney’s eyes said she knew Alison didn’t want her to stop. The girl wasn’t wrong. The hot, wet caress of her tongue felt too good for that.

Again, Alison found the girl’s confidence and boldness tantalizing. Only twelve, but with a sultry sensuality that spoke of more bedroom sense that she should have, Sydney was a temptation that Alison knew she was going to have trouble resisting. The fact that the girl had somehow talked her out of her clothes and was now doing this to her showed just how much trouble. That smile and those eyes of Sydney’s were going to be Alison’s undoing. Her only hope was that Sydney would get it out of her system tonight and not turn them on her again.

Somehow, I doubt that will be the case, Alison thought, not sure her reaction to that was what it should be. The fact that this might not be a one-time thing made her heart race. Well, race even more than it already was.

Sydney paused long enough, “Can I use my fingers?”

Biting her lip, Alison nodded. She watched as the girl wetted her fingers with saliva, then eased them inside of her. While she appreciated the gesture, it hadn’t been necessary. She was more than excited enough not to need the extra lubrication. Sydney’s fingers slipped deep, curling upward to tease her g-spot. That delicious pressure on that very sensitive spot sent pleasure coursing through her body, forcing a moan from her. The sensation only intensified as Sydney’s mouth returned to her clit, the flick of her tongue amplifying the ecstasy that rocked Alison.

She’s done this before, Alison thought, almost certain she was right. Or at least read an article or seen a video because she was checking all the boxes for Alison right now. Her body could barely handle all the lovely things that were happening to her.

“Jesus, Sydney,” Alison moaned, her back arching off the bed. The girl laughed but didn’t let up her sweet torture. She kept pushing Alison closer to the edge of bliss, her able fingers and mouth relentless. Alison couldn’t hold back the orgasm building up inside of her, could only hold on for dear life. When her climax hit, it knocked her back to the bed, her whole body shaking. Her overloaded nerve endings kept firing for a while after Sydney’s fingers and mouth were removed from her pussy, the orgasm not letting go of her right away. She couldn’t remember ever coming this hard or this long.

“Jesus, Sydney,” Alison repeated, almost in awe, “what did you do to me?”

The girl was smiling as she crawled up to give Alison a kiss. When she finally let Alison take a breath, Sydney said, “The same thing you are going to do to me. Right?”

“That seems fair,” Alison said. Her voice was as thick as her dazed thoughts, but what the girl was saying made it through. The last time she did that to a girl Sydney’s age, she was… Well, Sydney’s age. Still, the line had already been crossed awhile ago, so she might as well be a considerate partner and return the favor. As she said, it was only fair.

They switched positions, Sydney now on her back with Alison on her hands and knees. Looking down at the nearly naked girl, Alison realized her imagination had failed her. Sydney was even more lovely than she had expected, and she had been pretty sure the girl was perfect under her soccer uniform.

She must have been looking too long, because she felt the girl’s eyes on her. Meeting Sydney’s eyes, she saw the girl was smiling. Propping up on her elbow, Sydney kissed her, said, “I love the way you look at me.”

Swallowing hard, Alison said, “You are so… God, there are so many adjectives!”

Her smile widening, Sydney asked, “So many adjectives?”

“They are all good, trust me,” Alison said, a little embarrassed. She was the adult, but she was the one acting like a nervous girl. She quickly kissed Sydney before she could see her red cheeks.

Alison felt Sydney’s excitement in her kiss, the desire thrumming through her young body. She kissed Sydney’s neck, her shoulder. The girl flopped back onto the bed, smiling up at Alison. The corners of her own mouth turning up, Alison nuzzled the girl’s neck, felt the rapid kick of her carotid artery under her lips. The girl’s heart was racing.

I think I was right about her knowing what is about to happen to her, Alison thought, placing a kiss just above Sydney’s breast. Her breathing got a little funny when Alison’s lips pressed against the pale slope of one breast. A moan that was half a nervous giggle escaped Sydney as Alison’s mouth found her nipple. As Alison teased it with her tongue, the girl’s back arched off the bed, pressing her breast against Alison’s mouth.

Alison took her time before moving lower, let the anticipation build inside of Sydney. That and she was enjoying exploring the girl’s lovely body with her hands and mouth. As beautiful as she was to look at, Alison’s other senses wanted their turn, too. Sydney’s skin was so soft and warm under her fingertips, tasted slightly salty under her tongue, and smelled like vanilla- from perfume or the body wash she used, Alison didn’t know. The one sense most stimulated was Alison’s sense of hearing, though. Sydney’s soft moans and sighs as Alison’s hands roamed over her body were thrilling. She didn’t want to stop making the girl make those sounds.

She thought she had kept the girl in suspense long enough, so she hooked her fingers in the cute panties she wore. When the girl lifted her backside off the bed, Alison pulled them down and off. As Sydney spread her legs wide, Alison’s eyes went to the swell of her girlhood. Alison saw that even the parts of the girl the panties had covered were perfect, too. She couldn’t remember ever seeing such a pretty pussy.

Her hands were shaking as she ran them up the insides of Sydney’s thighs and onto her hips. Leaning forward, she placed a kiss above the faint patch of brown pubic hair, breathing in the slightly musky scent of the girl’s excitement. Her next kiss brought a sigh from Sydney, Alison’s lips finding her tender bud. Rolling her eyes up, Alison saw the girl looking at her expectantly. Smiling, Alison ran her tongue across her bud. Sydney bit her lip as a moan escaped her. Her face pinched in pleasure as Alison flicked her tongue back and forth.

God, I’m really doing this to her, Alison thought, hardly believing how far out of hand things had gotten since that first uncertain kiss from Sydney in the kitchen. Sydney was naked in her bed, writhing in pleasure under her tongue. Her face hot with what might have been embarrassment or excitement, she thought, And her fingers smell like my pussy.

Still, she thought Sydney was more than okay with letting Alison do this to her. Her little sounds of enjoyment were beginning to fill the bedroom even though she was trying to be quiet, and her hips were pushing her girlhood against Alison’s mouth eagerly. Alison smiled when she saw the girl clutching at the covers, her back arched. No, Sydney definitely wasn’t upset about what Alison was doing to her.

“God, don’t stop,” Sydney said around a moan, confirming what Alison had been thinking.

Alison didn’t stop. Sydney had melted Alison’s brain with the orgasm she had given her, and Alison wanted to return the favor. Part of it was that she liked to be a considerate lover, but also her competitive spirit showing itself. Alison didn’t want to be upstaged by a girl who hasn’t even hit her teens yet. She had two decades of experience on the girl, so she should be able to show her a thing or two about pleasing a woman.

Or a twelve-year-old girl, apparently, Alison thought, smiling at the eyes rolled back in her head, slack mouth look of absolute bliss on the girl’s face, looks like I’m checking all of her boxes, too.

The girl had said Alison should do to her what she had done to Alison. She wondered if she meant everything. Using her thumb to keep teasing Sydney’s bud, she gently spread the girl’s labia and saw her hymen still intact. She shouldn’t be surprised, considering the girl was only twelve, but she also wouldn’t have been surprised if Sydney wasn’t a virgin. There was no denying Sydney had some experience, Alison just didn’t know how much. Still, she wetted a finger in her mouth and carefully eased it into the girl. If she was gentle enough, she could do this without hurting the girl.

Sydney’s eyes swam into focus, and she propped up on her elbows to look at Alison’s finger inside of her. She met Alison’s eyes.

“Does this hurt?” Alison asked, her fingertip finding the girl’s g-spot.

The girl’s eyes got big, and a startled moan escaped her. Nervously, Sydney asked, “Did you…?”

“No, your hymen is still intact,” Alison said, leaning in to kiss her, “I’ll be gentle if this is okay.”

Nodding, Sydney said, “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Let me know if I should stop,” Alison said, wriggling her finger back and forth against that magic spot inside of Sydney.

“Okay,” the girl moaned.

Alison kept it nice and slow, letting Sydney get used to the feel of her finger inside of her. She watched the girl’s face for any sign of discomfort but only saw enjoyment.

Satisfied, Alison returned her mouth to the girl’s bud. The caress of her tongue and the tease of her fingertip had the girl writhing on the bed. Rolling her eyes up, she watched as Sydney lost her mind. Whatever the girl has done before, she hasn’t experienced this yet. The dual assault on her senses was overloading her nerve endings. Alison smiled as she watched Sydney’s body try to process all the things that were happening to it, failing. She couldn’t seem to figure out what to do with her arms, looking like a robot short-circuiting.

That’s how you know you are feeling good when you don’t realize or don’t care how goofy you look, Alison thought, amused.

Alison knew the girl couldn’t take much of this, and it didn’t take long to see the tension start to gather in Sydney’s body. She watched the girl’s abdomen tighten and tighten in anticipation of that explosion of pleasure, heard the new urgency in the girl’s little cries. Then Sydney came undone, her whole body jerking like she was pitching a fit. The orgasm had its way with her, then left her a gasping, trembling mess.

Sydney gave her a dazed smile that made Alison laugh. Crawling up the girl’s supine body, Alison gave her a kiss, asked, “Good?”

“So good,” Sydney sighed happily. Her smile was warm when she favored Alison with it, and she said, “You are good at that.”

“I’ve had some practice,” Alison said, returning the smile, “I’m guessing you’ve had some, too.”

“A little,” Sydney admitted.

Alison nodded, wanting to ask the girl about it, but not sure if she really wanted to know. Instead, she gave the girl one more kiss then stretched out on her back next to her. She smiled when the girl snuggled up to her, loving how her naked body felt molded against her own.

Suddenly laughing, Alison said, “I can’t believe we did this.”

“Me, either,” Sydney said, snuggling tighter against Alison, “I’m glad we did, though.”

“Yeah?” Alison asked, meeting her eyes.

“Definitely,” the girl said, the truth of it in her eyes.

“We shouldn’t have,” Alison said, shaking her head, “but I’m having trouble feeling bad about it.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Sydney said, kissing her, “I wanted this. You wanted this. No one did anything they didn’t want to.”

“So, I should just be okay with this?”Alison asked.

“I was hoping you’d be more than just okay with it,” Sydney said, favoring her with that smile that started this whole thing, “so I won’t have to try so hard to get you naked next time.”

God help me, Alison thought, her heart racing, I’m in so much trouble.

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For only getting four hours of sleep, Alison woke up the next morning feeling like a million bucks. She was humming in the shower and couldn’t stop smiling as she put on her makeup. Alison knew she should be ashamed of herself, but Sydney’s words were still in her head. The girl had wanted to sleep with her- hell, she had seduced Alison- so why should Alison feel bad about what had happened? Her conscience was curiously clear, considering she had made love to a twelve-year-old girl the night before. So much so that when Sydney pulled her aside and asked if Alison still wanted to freak out, Alison just kissed her and said no.

Sydney got her wish, too. It was much easier to talk Alison out of her clothes the next time. And the time after that. This latest bout of lovemaking was the fourth time they shared a bed, and all it took was Sydney knocking on her hotel room door to get Alison to sleep with her.

Now, lying naked with the sweat still drying on her skin, Alison was looking forward to this weekend.

Continue to Part Three

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