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“I’m not sure what
to make of it,” Margery said to her attractive best friend, Carrie Cumm.

“What do you think
is the problem?” Carrie asked in turn, a puzzled look on her face.

“Well, I don’t know
if it’s anything to worry about… I mean she’s just nineteen years old,” the
concerned mother, Margery, shook her head doubtfully.

“You can tell me,”
Carrie smiled, rubbing her best friend’s shoulder with an encouraging hand.

“Well, she’s just
not shown any interest in boys yet. Do you know what I mean?” The distraught
Margery cast a pleading look toward Carrie. “She just does girly kinds of
things still. She’s never been on a date that I know of, never gone to a dance
with a boy, never had a date to the prom! It’s almost as if she’s still just a
young girl, you know, before they start thinking about boys.”

“Oh…” Carrie smiled
reassuringly. “That’s not such a big deal, is it? She’s still young and has
lots of time to develop those little romances.”

“I know…” Margery
whispered. “It’s just… it’s just…”

“What, you’d rather
she just jump right in, Margery!” said Carrie – a middle aged woman who was
still packing a youthful dose of sex appeal in every curve of her sculpted
body.

“No, of course not
Carrie! It’s just that some times I wonder, you know…”

Another pleading
expression gripped her face.

“Oh…” Carrie
nodded. “You think she might, uh, fancy the
finer
gender?”

“No, I’m not saying
that!” Margery shot back. “I’m just… Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying! I just
worry about her, that’s all. I’m her mother. That’s my right, isn’t it?”

“She should be so
lucky!” Carrie gushed. “Your little Roxanne will be just fine, I’m sure. Some
times it just takes a girl a little while longer to find themselves. You know
how that can be.”

“I suppose…” And
here Margery brought a finger to her mouth in thought. “Still, maybe you could
talk to her Carrie? I mean you’ve always been close to her.”

“Me?” Carrie reeled
her head back with shock.

“Yeah, you’ve been
on camping trips with her and family events. She thinks of you like a cool
older sister. I’m just her crazy old mother! And it would be way too awkward if
I tried to say anything like that to her… We haven’t even had
the talk…
ever!”

Carrie laughed
aloud, patting her best friend on the shoulder.

“Okay, Margery,
okay! Well let’s not make a big deal out of it yet. I’ll ask her to come over
on the weekend for a girl’s night and I’ll see if I can bring it up during the
conversations. But I don’t make any promises!”

“No, of course
not!” Margery beamed, rushing over to hug her friend. “Thank you so much for
this, Carrie! It would just give me so much peace if
someone
spoke to
her about this kind of thing. Not that I don’t think she knows about it
already, but… oh, I don’t know!”

“It’s perfectly
okay, Marg.”

Carrie leaned forward
to return the hug, as a wry smile slithered across her lips and a debauched
thought swirled about her head.

“I’ll get to the
bottom of your little girl,” the curvy Carrie intoned.

***

***

Carrie Cumm heard
the knocking upon her front door in the early afternoon. She rose from her
chair with a wide and eager grin, sauntering over to open it up. As the door
swung ajar, the open space revealed a young and very attractive girl. She
looked to be about nineteen or twenty and shapely as could be. Rather on the
petite side overall, but very voluptuous for her size. You could tell a woman’s
body had blossomed for a good many years already. The girl, Roxanne, daughter
of Carrie Cumm’s best friend, stood in the doorway, wearing a taut tank top
with thin straps and a pair of unfathomably tight black yoga pants. Her toned
thighs were being exhibited quite boldly.

“Roxanne, so happy
we could do this!” Carrie Cumm exclaimed, bending out the doorway to hug her
youthful friend.

“Me too, Carrie.
I’m really glad you called. I think I’d just be stuck home all weekend if you
hadn’t,” said the syrupy Roxanne. Her face was like a fine painting, everything
in perfect proportion, and what an enticing appeal it possessed.

“No hot date?”
Carrie laughed, giving the girl a poke in the ribs as they walked inside.

“Uhh, nope,”
Roxanne giggled. “Not had any of those.”

“Well that’s okay,
we can have a fun girl’s night, can’t we?”

“I hope so, Carrie!
That’s why I’m here!” the beautiful Roxanne snickered.

“Well then, let’s
get to it girl!” Carrie shot back, rubbing her hand down along Roxanne’s spine.
And here the older woman took note of her plump booty, held wonderfully in
place by those black pants.

 “Wow, I just love
your yoga pants!”

This comment
allowed Carrie a few extra seconds of gawking, as the younger woman peeked over
her shoulder and down at the round ass.

“Do you really?”
Roxanne questioned in a humble tone.

“Yeah, your butt
looks amazing! I’m definitely jealous of that.”

This caused Roxanne
to give her booty a little jiggle action, bouncing up and down slightly where
she stood. The two cheeks rose and fell in rapid succession. And oh man, did it
ever look good… Roxanne then grabbed the waistband of her pants and gave them
an upward tug, which only served to pull the material even tighter (if at all
possible) around her tempting body.

“Don’t be so
modest, Carrie. I saw you that last day at the beach we did. Your ass is pretty
perfect, I’d say. You know, for an
older
gal!” Roxanne laughed, quickly
scooting away to avoid any wild swing Carrie might throw in her direction.

“Those are fighting
words, Roxanne! Besides, you know this body is too hot to handle. Everybody
hits on
this.
” Carrie commented with a smug expression.

“I’m just kidding,
Carrie! You know you’re gorgeous,” the young Roxanne paused for a moment. “But…
do you get hit on a lot?

“Are you kidding?
Do you not see this body, Roxanne!? Of course I’m getting hit on all the time,”
now it was Carrie’s turn to laugh.

“Like by how old?
How old are the guys?”

“From teenagers to
old perverts. And not just men, either,” the mature woman winked.

“You get hit on by
women too?!”

“Of course. Women
can have good taste, can’t they?” Carrie shrugged playfully, pushing her ample
chest out a little farther and giving it a shake. “How about you?”

“Do I get hit on?”
Roxanne questioned meekly.

“Mmhmm.”

“Well… I don’t
think so. I mean, I don’t know. I never know what to say so people just think
I’m boring and uninterested. I don’t think I ever get hit on.”

“Roxanne,” her
buxom friend Carrie extended a hand to note the serious nature of her upcoming
statement. “With a body like yours, specifically that bubble butt you’ve got,
I’m sure you’re giving out more neck cranks than a pro wrestler!”

“Haha, oh shut up
Carrie!”

“I’m being serious,
Roxanne. You’re absolutely stunning. I mean, if I was a guy, I’d be clambering
all over you – hopping over walls, climbing buildings, and shoving old ladies
to the floor just to get a glimpse of you.”

Ms. Cumm raised her
eyebrows, scanning over Roxanne’s body once again in an exaggerated and overt
manner.

“You’re such a
dork,” Roxanne snorted, although inwardly a rush of excitement seemed to sweep
through her body. Everybody loves a compliment – and when it came from her
mature, sexy friend, it was even better. The young girl began to strut that
rump of hers in a provocative manner with each step she took, feeling more
confident with every motion.

“But I’ve never had
a boyfriend…” Her confession was abrupt and sudden.

“Not even a little
middle school romance?” Carrie questioned.

“Nope. Nothing.
I’ve never even kissed a boy.”

“That’s not so
bad,” her friend replied, putting a hand on the shoulder of Roxanne. “You’re
still young yet… but, how about any girls!”

Both of the women
laughed in unison, although the younger of the two seemed to hold a little more
nervous energy in her voice.

“No, nope… No girls
either. My friend did want to practice kissing with me once or twice. I always
turned her down. It would have been too weird, don’t you think? Kissing a
friend?”

Carrie smiled
pleasantly, casting her gaze down to the exposed cleavage of the nubile girl
before her.

“Well Roxanne, I
guess that depends on what kind of friends you are. The close sisterly kind of
friends, the friend friends, or perhaps something a bit more.”

“Yeah, I guess,”
Roxanne commented. “She was just my friend friend, though. I thought it would
be too uncomfortable.”

“She didn’t do
anything for you, did she?”

“No, not like that
Carrie! Christ, c’mon!” Roxanne shook her head side to side, letting out
several laughs.

“Ok, ok!” Carrie
giggled a little herself, giving Roxanne a gentle shove. “No boys ever tried to
kiss you? I find that hard to believe, Roxanne. You’re a knockout, 10/10
easily.”

Roxanne simply
shrugged with a subtle shaking of her head.

“I’m serious,
Carrie. I never have. Not that I haven’t wanted to… I mean, I guess I’m just
scared, you know? Like what would I do?”

“Oh Roxanne!” Ms.
Cumm gushed, wrapping her arms around the beautiful girl. “You silly little
girl! That’s perfectly understandable. It is kind of a scary thing. I remember
my first time and it definitely was a bit nerve-wracking. ”

“Really?” Roxanne
leaned in closer – you could almost see her eyes perk up like an excited dog
resting on the porch. “How old were you?”

“Right around your
age. Maybe even the same age or a year younger.”

“You were a late
starter too, Carrie?” Roxanne asked disbelievingly.

“Late?! That was
plenty early enough for me, Roxanne! I think that’s just about the perfect
time, actually. Your body is reaching maturity and your emotions are getting
past the teenage-girly infatuation stages. You start to develop real intimate
and powerful thoughts.”

“Hmm,” Roxanne
nodded, almost to herself as it were, “I guess that’s accurate… What was it
like, Carrie?”

“My first time?”
the elder woman responded, letting her mind drift back to the past, but all the
while keeping a keen eye glued to the body of her young and perky friend.

“Yeah, how was it?
What did you do? Who did you do it with? All that good dirt,” the lovely
Roxanne prodded her friend.

“Are you trying to
make me feel old!” Carrie cackled before continuing on. “Well, it was with my
high school
boyfriend.
Just some hunky guy that I used to date, I guess
you’d say. One of those lame school romances that never go anywhere – just
somebody there so you can point to him and tell your girlfriends that you have
a guy of your own. And they get jealous and talk bad about you behind your
back… but anyway!”

“Yes, please
Carrie, get to the good parts! The juicy stuff!”

“Oh I was juicy
alright…” the mature gal giggled.

“You’re so dirty,”
Roxanne laughed, trying to pretend that she didn’t like it. “Tell me more!”

“I’m trying to!”
Carrie Cumm threw her hands in the air. “Here, let’s have a seat on the couch
there and I’ll show you what happened.”

“Okay, great! Let’s
do it step by step. Show me what happened,” the eager young Roxanne said,
sprinting over to the cushions and plopping down, spinning around to wave her
sexy friend along.

“Hurry up! I’m a
horny teenage girl about to have her first sexual encounter and you’re my big
sexy boyfriend who’s been waiting months to take my body!”

“Sounds like you’ve
put a lot of thought into this…” Carrie joked.

“Well, I do have a
lot of free time now,” the seated girl blushed. A magnificent red color tainted
her cheeks for just a moment, before returning to their natural creamy tone.
Carrie loved knowing it made her young friend nervous. She wanted to entice the
girl, to thrill her.

Carrie Cumm moseyed
over toward the couch, widening her shoulders to simulate a big football
player’s physique. She spoke with a deeper, comical tone. “I’m the big, strong
boy of your dreams and I want to put my penis in you!”

“No! That’s not
what he said!” Roxanne laughed. “Is it?!”

“Well, almost,”
Carrie returned the guffaw. “We started like this.”

And here Carrie
repositioned Roxanne on the couch to have her facing forward, her legs slightly
spread.

“I was sitting like
this when he came over,” Carrie said.

“He came on you
like this?!” Roxanne sputtered.

“No… no, Roxanne…
Not quite that soon,” the older woman laughed. “He straddled me like this –
now, we didn’t really say much. We just locked eyes like this.”

And here Carrie
Cumm gazed right into the lascivious and dilated pupils of the attractive girl
sprawled out on her couch. Roxanne returned the stare, a growing excitement and
enthusiasm burning in her loins.

“Like this?” she
asked.

“Just like this,”
Carrie replied. “Then he put his legs over mine like this. So both of my knees
were between his thighs, and he had me pushed back on the couch like you are.
Then, without saying anything, he bent forward and kissed me on the side of the
neck like this.”

Roxanne felt the
warm lips of her mother’s best friend press against the supple line of her
neck. They were slightly moist and terribly soft. Like a cloud had just bumped
against her skin.

“Sexy, huh?” Carrie
giggled.

“Yeah, very!” the young
Roxanne tilted her head to the opposite side, freeing up even more of her
unprotected throat. “Keep going, what else did he do!”

“Well, this might
get a little touchy-feely then Roxanne,” Carrie leaned back to stare into those
big, beautiful eyes once more.

“I don’t mind,
really. It’s ok, just show me all that he did. I’m really curious! It would
help me know what to expect and be more comfortable,” the anxious girl
responded. Though curiosity wasn’t the only thing she felt. Not at all. And if
Roxanne hadn’t been wearing black colored pants, Carrie could very easily have
spotted the growing wet spot right down near her naughty bits.

“Ok then,” the
lustful woman on top grinned, making no effort to hide or restrain her
salacious smile. “He kissed and smooched on my neck and lower jaw for a while.
Maybe several minutes, before he began to suck on my skin. He put his lips on
me tight, like this.”

And here the
mischievous woman bit down into the neck of Roxanne, as she took a mouthful of
skin and sucked softly and gently, at first. The lips were leaving behind a
dull red mark on Roxanne’s enticing flesh. Little naughty signs of desire.

This caused the
young girl to gasp, both with delight and shock, for the feeling was almost as
incredible as the thought of having someone sucking on her skin.

“He gave you
hickeys?” Roxanne moaned, letting her fingers dig into the couch, searching for
something, anything, to take away the nervous energy. Little did she know that
there was only one way to satisfy this urge… though she would soon learn.

“He gave me three
or four… just on one side,” Carrie whispered into the ear of her young
volunteer.

“Oh, good…” Roxanne
nodded, thinking of those lips still running along her skin. “What else did he
do?”

The fanciful girl immediately
felt a hand cup her bountiful breasts. Carrie gripped them in her fingers,
caressing and massaging the delicate tissue, all through the shirt and bra of
the younger woman.

“He held my tits,
like this… He squeezed my boobs and sucked my neck, whispering in my ear how
much it turned him on. He told me how much he wanted to taste them, to taste
me. I remember feeling his hands on my boobs… I could feel the intense, almost
animal-like craving in them. He wanted me so badly, just like this.”

And here, Carrie
increased the pressure exerted by both her fingers, lips, and mouth. She sucked
with a great passion, all the while allowing her hands to roam the entire
length and width of those amazing boobs hidden just beneath the two layers of
clothing.