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Subject: {ASSM} Laura Alban Hunt Chapter 3 -- The Morning After {Gina Marie Wylie} (Ff)
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   The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in setting
age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this and I'd never
have bothered to write it.  IMHO, if you can read and enjoy, then you're
old enough to read and enjoy.



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   All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my part.



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   Official stuff: Story codes: teen, con.





   If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read further
and complain.  Copyright 2004, by Gina Marie Wylie.



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   I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if you
remove some of the hots.  All comments and reasoned discussion welcome.



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   My stories are also posted on StoriesOnline:

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   Laura Alban Hunt



   Chapter Three -- The Morning After



   I wasn't sure what time Gail woke in the morning, around six, I think.
We smiled at each other, and then Gail squirmed around on the bed, bringing
her mouth to my pussy and her pussy to my mouth.  We made love again, but
not for nearly as long as before.  In the early morning light I could
easily see every detail of what made her a woman; I could see where my
tongue went, what gave her the most pleasure.  I ran my palms over her
round bottom, enjoying the play of her muscles beneath my hand and the
knowledge that I was causing her growing arousal.



   And Gail was using her tongue as she had last night, and my own emotions
were a flame and fire inside me, swiftly rising until I came in an
incandescent burst of sensations.  In spite of the best will in the world,
I was asleep again seconds later.





   When I awoke, the sun was shining through the window and I was alone.  I
rolled over and looked at the clock; it was eight thirty.  I rolled back,
feeling sore muscles like I hadn't felt for years, but feeling warm and
pleasant, sated with memories of hot gusts of hormones and pleasure.  I
sighed, even if I was a little glad that I was alone.  I needed, I thought,
time to think.





   How could I have done what I'd done?  I'd made love to a schoolgirl! 
Not just once, but over and over, and when I awoke, the first thing I
wanted to do was make love to her again!



   I meditated for a few minutes, and then laughed at myself.  Laura Alban
Hunt: wake up!  Who made love to whom last night?  Gail had made love to
me. It was her choice as much as mine.  It had been Gail's desire that
matched or exceeded my own.  What had Gail said last night?  Making love to
a woman was like falling off a bike?  I hadn't really appreciated the
thought before, but now I did.





   Relax, let go.  Enjoy.  If the person you are with wants to be with you,
that's all that it takes.  Don't get in the way of nature and you'll be
okay.  I nodded to myself.  Next question: had I fallen for Gail?





   The warm, above all bright, sun of an Arizona morning cast the room in
sharp relief of light and shadow.  It seemed to make things clearer.  I had
to shake my head.  No, I didn't think so.  Gail had desires; I had desires.
We'd been together and slaked them.  There had been no protestations or
statements of love and future fidelity.  With a sudden certainty I knew I'd
just had a one-night stand and why they were so popular.



   Once or twice with Roger I'd been really, really horny, pushing past
where he wanted to go -- far more common was the opposite.  We had been, I
thought, civilized lovers.  Neither of us wanting to push the other places
they didn't want to go and we would tell the other and we would nod and
roll over and go to sleep.  Still, we recognized particular hunger at
times, and even if we hadn't wanted to, made love anyway.  Last night and
this morning had been like those times of particular hunger, at least for
me.





   The sun spun in its path, a ray of sunlight rammed into my eye socket.
Like a spy ray in a bad science fiction novel, it skewered into my brain,
dissecting my world.  Roger is dead, Laura.  Roger is dead, he's gone
forever.  Atomized.  I sat up, hugging my knees.  I swallowed a few times,
fighting tears for a second, and then surrendering.





   Remember Roger, Laura.  But stop comparing everything in the world to
him: not sex, not how he might have had one or two objections to his
daughter becoming sexual, or his wife spending the night with a
sixteen-year-old girl.  So many, many things.  I know what he thought; his
thoughts were in my head.  Stop using him as a crutch, Laura.





   I heard a faint sound in the hall outside my bedroom; I had a second to
wipe away the tears.





   My bedroom door opened, Gail poked her head in.  ``Awake?''





   ``Yes.'' I felt like a gargoyle, all hard and twisted grimace, partly
melted at the same time.





   Gail grinned.  ``We have a surprise for you.''



   She opened the door, and I saw she was dressed in jeans and a blouse; I
wasn't sure if I was disappointed or grateful.  Susan came in with a tray,
sat it down in front of me on the bed.  Jamie was a step behind, carrying a
glass of orange juice.





   ``Gail says it's a lot easier to get invited back,'' Susan told me,
``serving our hostess breakfast in bed and cleaning up after ourselves
before she gets up.''





   I was aware that I was nude and not completely covered.  Aware that all
sorts of stickiness covered portions of my anatomy, including some visible
to Susan and Jamie.  My daughter and her friend were obviously freshly
showered, bright-eyed and perky happy.  It didn't take a rocket scientist
to figure out why they were chipper.





   ``Please?'' Susan asked, and I nodded.  Anything reasonable, daughter
mine, and it's yours.  Anything at all.  I have no idea what I will say to
you if you ask me what I did last night.





   ``See, piece of cake,'' Gail told the duo.  ``Laura, enjoy.  Take your
time getting up.  We'll be done in a bit.''





   ``I need a shower, too,'' I said, my mind on my personal grunginess.





   I saw an embarrassed look on Susan's face.  ``What?'' I asked.





   ``We sorta used up all the hot water.  We're heating some on the stove
for dishes.  But it's going to be a while before you can have a hot
shower.''





   ``I'll manage,'' I told her.



   Then the three were gone and I was left with two eggs, over easy,
sausage links and two pancakes drowned in maple syrup.  Susan, I thought,
had told them what I like.  It was a genuinely nice thing; I'd planned on
spending the morning getting things cleaned up, breakfast hadn't been
something I'd thought about.





   I made a mental bet with myself.  I'd gotten to know Gail very, very
well last night.  I'd known Susan her entire life.  I was certain I wasn't
going to find any mess out there at all.





   I was just drying off when Gail stuck her head in the bathroom; I saw
her eyes go to my breasts, and then saw her smile.  ``One of the moms just
showed up, I told her you were in the shower.  I led her through the family
room, to the kitchen where we were finishing cleaning up to show off our
good deed.'' She grinned and I grinned back.





   I rushed then, getting dressed and going out to say hello.  The woman
thanked me, and then vanished with her daughter.





   In the next hour there was a steady stream of parents, all moms.  Linda
arrived in mid-flow.  ``Don't suppose you have some tea?'' she asked.





   Susan giggled.  ``Mom always has tea made.''



   Susan went to fetch it from the fridge, while Linda looked around the
kitchen.





   ``Well, you survived a dozen teenagers.  No visible signs of a
tornado.''





   ``It wasn't that bad; in fact, they were perfect.'' I waved at the tidy
kitchen.  ``Less maintenance than just Susan and myself.''





   We both chuckled, and Susan stuck out her tongue.





   Gail came over to us.  ``My mom's here.  Thanks Laura.''





   I met her eyes, asking if she'd be back.  ``I'll call later this week,''
Gail told me.  ``Thanks a million, I had a good time, everyone had a good
time.''





   ``You're welcome anytime, Gail,'' I said, feeling oddly embarrassed at
what I thought was my manifestly obvious desire to get back in bed with
Gail again as soon as I could.



   Gail went out of the room, Susan and Jamie trailing along with her, all
talking animatedly.  Linda seemed in no hurry to leave the kitchen, so we
stayed behind.





   Linda sighed, and I looked at her.  ``My sister is many things, Laura.
Many things.  Uptight and straight as an arrow, those things among the
others.  Did I mention not broad-minded at all?''





   Did Linda have any idea of what had happened?  I had a feeling she had
some idea.  Linda changed the topic to school and teachers, which left me
greatly relieved.





   A few minutes later the last of the others left and Susan and Jamie came
in the kitchen.  ``Can I stay a bit longer, Mom?  Can I swim?'' Jamie asked
Linda.





   ``You want to swim in a day-old yucky suit?'' Linda asked in disbelief.





   I saw Jamie glance at Susan.  My daughter looked at me.  ``Can we
skinny-dip, Mom?'' Susan asked.





   I nodded, and Linda added, ``Work on tan lines, girls.  Not boiling the
water out of the pool.''





   Susan blushed, and then the two of them were gone.





   Linda's eyes met mine.  ``Ah, teen love!  So sweet!''





   ``I told you I didn't make cheer in high school.  I didn't make it into
bed until graduate school.'' I held her eyes.  ``I don't begrudge Susan
anything I missed.  I just want her to be happy.''





   ``Happy is good!  I told Jamie relationships are swell, but that grades
were more important.  If her grades slip then that's it!  No relationships!
No cheerleading, either.  A powerful, powerful motivator.'' She waved
towards the back, where we could hear laughs and splashes.  ``It has worked
really well.  The cheer squad at Scottsdale has the highest GPA of any
extracurricular activity at school, with the exception of the chess club.
Jamie's grades, always good, are virtually perfect.''





   I laughed, nodding.





   She smiled too.  ``It isn't as much of a bother as some think to have
these sleepovers.  Still, there's such a thing as too much of a good thing.
So, this is the fourth since last fall.  Too many parents are like my
sister.''





   ``As in not comfortable with their daughters sleeping together; that is,
where they probably don't get all that much sleep?'' I asked.





   She met my eye.  ``That's it.  What do you think Laura, really?''





   ``Really?'' I paused.  ``Roger was the one and only person I've ever
been with.  Regardless of my own experiences though, I'm intent on giving
Susan a chance to do what I missed and wished I hadn't.  I don't force her,
I just give her the chance and the choice.'' Our eyes locked.  ``Last night
was just another choice, a choice I'm comfortable with.  I wouldn't, for
instance, be nearly as comfortable with a coed sleep over.''





   Linda shook her head.  ``None of us are.  Some people are, yes.  But
this area is predominately upper middle class, mainly white and Asian.  A
lot of Mormons; in short a very conservative area.'' She laughed.  ``Most
things I'm conservative about myself.  But not everything.''





   ``I grew up with a father who would chortle, `the only liberal thing
about me is my birthday.' He was a Libra, and life-long Republican,'' I
explained to her.





   Linda laughed.  Outside, the laughing and splashing had stopped.  Linda
got up and went to the window; I followed along.





   Susan and Jamie were standing on the edge of the pool, passionately
kissing; Jamie was fingering Susan as well.





   ``I hate raining on parades,'' Linda said after a second.





   ``Then why do it?'' I asked, surprising myself.





   She looked at me, raised an eyebrow.  ``You really don't know, do you?''
I shook my head.  ``Laura, Jamie has tan lines, Susan doesn't.  That's
because Susan isn't tanned at all, anywhere.  In five more minutes Susan's
going to have blisters everywhere, and Jamie will have them in places that
will rather spoil her fun for the next few days.''





   Linda walked to the back door, popped it open.  ``Girls!  Come here!''





   They jumped apart, and then sheepishly came inside.



   ``Safe sex, girls!  Do you need a lecture on safe sex?''





   ``No one could see, Mom!'' Jamie protested.





   Linda simply moved close, pushed a thumb down on top of one of Jamie's
modest breasts.  I could see the fingerprint, even from a few feet away. 
Without a word, Linda touched one of Susan's even smaller breasts, leaving
a similar mark.  ``Can you spell toast, Jamie?''





   Jamie hung her head.  ``I'm sorry, I didn't think.''





   ``That's right, you didn't.  Jamie, Susan...  I'm not an ogre; Laura's
not an ogre.  You are getting to that point in your lives where you can
look one or both of us in the eye and say, `We'd like some time together.'
Not asking permission, just letting us know where you'll be.  Informing us,
girls.





   ``Jamie, you know the rules; Susan doesn't.  Rule one: you can cook eggs
outside in the summer time.  All the way to rule g'zillionith: you are
thirteen-year-olds.  You've managed to learn to tie your shoes, ride bikes,
and skateboard.  You've survived thus far; life is getting more
interesting, so keep your options open and above all, be careful!''





   She waved at the door.  ``If you want to swim, put on sun block, hit the
water and have a good time.  If you want to spend time together, the pool
deck isn't the place.''





   I couldn't help it.  ``Not until the sun goes down, anyway,'' I said
with a grin.





   Linda looked at me and nodded.  ``Right, got that?'' The two nodded. 
``Now, go find something to do, and let Laura and me talk some more.''





   ``I hate to be bossy in someone else's house, with someone else's
daughter,'' Linda apologized after the two had headed for Susan's room.





   ``I'm sorry, I never thought about sun burn.  Mostly when Susan and I
use the pool, it's in the afternoon, and it's in the shade.  I sit out
there in the mornings; something Susan doesn't get to do nearly as often.''





   I paused; I didn't know a polite way to ask.  ``Linda, are you gay?''





   She looked at me and nodded.  At least she didn't laugh, she didn't seem
offended.  ``And you, Laura?''





   I was prepared for the question, but yet, I wasn't.  ``Yesterday, I'd
have said no.  Now....''





   ``Now is now,'' Linda agreed.  ``Laura, look at me.''





   I did.





   ``It's none of my business why you might be thinking differently today
than yesterday.  I've peeked in at the girls, watched them during their
parties.  It is simply amazing what a rush it is to see a dozen or so
teenage girls making love.  I don't apologize for facilitating that, not a
bit.  Or, for being a voyeur.  Nor is it anyone's business but my own who I
might be with on nights like that.'' She smiled at me.  ``With you Laura, I
would have age issues.  It might happen, but it's not going to happen
soon.''





   I blinked.  Linda had all but said that she was having sex with the
girls too.  I could connect the dots; both Linda and Gail had said that
this wasn't the first time the girls had gotten together.  So, it was
possible Linda had been with Gail, but I suspected probably not all the
time, because they didn't act like I imagined people who've been lovers for
a long time would act like together.  It meant Linda was having sex with
girls as young as my daughter.  As young as hers.





   ``I think, as sore as I am, not going to happen soon is a good idea.''
There were things I wanted to think about.





   ``You're not upset?'' Linda asked.





   ``No,'' I told her.





   ``And the age issues?''





   ``Not a problem,'' I told her firmly.





   ``Even Susan?''





   I swallowed; Susan?  I hadn't been thinking about Susan.  If Linda was
seeing girls Susan's age though, then that would include Susan.





   ``Linda, I told Susan and I'll tell you: some choices she gets to make
herself.  I still get to back-seat drive, but that I will only try to take
back the controls in a dire emergency.  This is a choice I'll let her
make.''





   ``Funny, I told Jamie that she had to tell me the first time she thought
a boy's cock was cute and wanted to kiss it.  I made it clear that I
wouldn't be as happy about that at all.  But a girl?  It's not a problem,
it's her choice who she wants to be with.'' She glanced at the door the two
girls had vanished behind.  ``Right now, no worries.  The two of them are
besotted with each other.  I'll warn you though, that Jamie is like a
butterfly....  For a while it will be nothing but Susan, then Jamie will
think about flitting to another flower.  Pretty soon, she does.  I am
amazed how she can do it without tears.''





   ``I wish her and Susan luck; although Susan's not prone to tears,'' I
told Linda.





   ``Can I ask you for a couple of favors, Laura?''





   ``Sure,'' I told her.





   ``All this talk is getting me in the mood.  I'd really appreciate it if
the girls could spend the afternoon together.  Would you mind bringing
Jamie back later?''





   ``No of course not,'' I assured her.





   ``Good.  Early this week, probably tomorrow, you'll get a call from
Nancy Howland.  She's the high school faculty sponsor for the cheerleading
squad and is their coach, too.  She's organized a weekend retreat for
interested girls in two weeks, to inform them about the program and what's
expected of them.  She could really use another chaperone.  I'll be there,
helping with that.''





   I'd been bombarded with requests from Susan for permission to go for
weeks; I wasn't sure why Susan hadn't believed me when I kept saying yes.





   ``Nancy would appreciate any help she can get.  And there are all kinds
of rewards involved with seeing the girls having so much fun.  Not to
mention, getting a fly-on-the-wall's view of what they will look forward to
as part of the squad next year.





   ``This will be my fourth year,'' Linda went on enthused, ``and let me
tell you, it's been wonderful.  Simply wonderful.''





   ``Sounds like fun,'' I said neutrally.  ``After New York, I take it
where and when I can find it.''





   ``That's the spirit!'' Linda laughed.  ``Nancy will call, I promise!''





   Then Linda was gone, and I went and found a spot of shade to sit under
on the pool deck.  I dozed off there someplace before Susan touched my
shoulder to wake me.





   ``Mom.''





   I smiled at Susan, letting the fog of sleep drain away.  Napping in
Arizona, I noted, wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world.  I was
hot, sticky, and my mouth tasted yucky.





   ``Can you give Jamie a ride home?'' Susan asked and I nodded.





   ``Let me get some tea, then I'll be ready.''





   Not much later we were back, and I sat my glass down on a coaster next
to my favorite chair in the living room.  Susan made a beeline, surprising
me by snuggling down in my lap.





   ``Thanks, Mom.''





   ``I'm glad you and your friends had a good time.  I really appreciate
the clean up job you did, even more than breakfast in bed.''





   ``You really don't mind about Jamie and me?'' she asked.  I leaned down
and kissed the top of her hair.





   ``No, sweetie.  When I was your age, I had my nose in a book.  I missed
a whole lot of life doing that.  I don't want you to give up books, but I
don't want you to miss out on living, either.''





   ``Thank you, Mom!  Thank you!'' She hugged me, and then brushed my cheek
with her lips.

   
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