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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Fifty Five



Karen (Part 8)

by Kylie X


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Story Codes: M/F, F/F, Lesbian Romance, Interracial

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    I was thinking about it.

    The wine helped, and the hot tub, oh yeah. I was thinking hard
about what Karen had tried to tell me on the bus. Labels. I'd decided
I was straight and that's the right word for it. Decided, because
Karen had given me the choice that first night we'd been in Mrs.
Peralta's. Before that, I'd never thought about it, but when Karen had
hit on me...I'd made up my mind. that I was straight and the perfect
person, my true love, could walk right past me and I'd never know.

    If my soul mate was a woman.

    I'd struggled with our friendship, much more than Karen had, I
thought. She'd been patient and happy being my best friend. Not
pushing me, just dropping hints every now and again, letting me know
she was interested and available for more. But it was up to me and I'd
known it all along. Then our talk on the bus. It hadn't been
particularly brilliant or penetrating, just two nineteen year old
girls talking about life and love and wishing we could sort it out.
But it had meant something to me. Why was I so afraid?

    "Here..." Karen was smiling, we both were, sitting in her father's
Jacuzzi and it was great. He had a nice house, modern and large. It
was mildly impressive to me as the neighborhood where I'd grown up had
cookie-cutter houses, like three different styles alternating up and
down the long streets. Only the colors were different and it was so
mundane. This was much better and I envied Karen for growing up in a
place like this.

    "What? Oh...God!" I stuck my tongue out and let Karen refill my
glass with some of her father's wine. "I'm getting buzzed."

    "That's why we're here!" Karen giggled and her eyes were bright
and shining, reflecting the bright blue water bubbling around us.

    The hot tub was outside on a large patio and the chill of the
autumn night only made it better. The water was steaming and a million
stars were twinkling above the trees. I'd grown up in the city, in the
suburbs just outside Minneapolis, and I felt like I'd never seen stars
before. Hastings wasn't a large town and all the house lights were off
except those few embedded in the Jacuzzi itself. I found myself
wishing it would snow already, but winter was a few months away yet.

    "This is so great," I sighed, leaning back with a full glass of
wine and sipping it. "What's your dad do? He must be rich."

    "Nah," Karen wrinkled her nose. "He works for Honeywell, some
program manager or something. I dunno. What's your dad do?"

    "He's a dentist," I giggled.

    "Hah! Those guys are rich!" Karen teased me and I rolled my eyes.
"No wonder you have perfect teeth."

    "Right!" I sipped more wine. "You don't know what I went through
growing up. We didn't have a tooth fairy at my house, we had a tooth
Nazi."

    "Heh!" Karen laughed at me.

    "Seriously, if I put a tooth under my pillow? I didn't get a
quarter in the morning, I got a new toothbrush."

    "I can imagine," Karen turned around, leaning over the edge of the
tub to put the wine on a table that was nearby.

    Her pale skin glistened and we were both naked except for our
panties. Karen hadn't bothered to tell me I'd need my bathing suit,
but I hadn't really complained or anything about it since it was only
her and I there. Two college girls alone behind a high privacy fence,
who needs bathing suits? So I'd stripped boldly down to my little
black panties and Karen had undressed all the way to her boyish
boxers, which had made me laugh. She'd been wearing her strap-on dildo
too and Karen had blushed slightly, excusing herself to change in her
bedroom. When she'd come back outside, she'd been wearing a pair of
pink bikini panties and carrying a couple towels for later.

    Now I watched her back curve as she leaned over and Karen's small
butt came out of the water. I should have looked away, but I didn't.
Karen was small and her body was very much like a teenaged boy's, I
thought, with her narrow hips and smallish breasts. But that was nice
too and I liked the way she was different from me. Her panties were
transparent and her butt was firm and round and I was checking out a
girl's ass. I looked down quickly when Karen turned around and I
didn't think she'd caught me, but maybe...I drank more wine and set my
glass aside. I'd had enough to drink.

    We didn't say anything for awhile. We just sat there, sometimes
looking at each other, sometimes looking up at the stars. Every now
and again the breeze would pick up and the trees in the backyard would
creak and a few more of the last stubborn leaves would fall unseen. It
seemed lonely to me, although it shouldn't have. Karen was with me,
but we were apart and I didn't like it. I didn't understand it. There
were so many thoughts and emotions underneath the surface of our
relationship and I was afraid to examine them, but we both knew they
were there. And we both knew that we both knew, and...

    "I'm afraid," I said finally and this was the reason we were
there, but my tummy was tight and my heart going fast. What if I
ruined everything?

    "Of what?" Karen asked softly, watching the water bubble around my
half-submerged breasts, my dark skin glistening with moisture.

    "If..." I licked my lips, avoiding her eyes. "If I kiss you, what if
I don't like it?"

    "Kylie..." she smiled.

    "What if you don't like me anymore?" I wondered and I couldn't not
ask those questions. Would I be the same person?

    "I trust you," Karen said and she was taking off her glasses,
setting them aside and they were wet anyway.

    "I'm not gay," I laughed, shaking my head and spilling some wine.
"But I feel...Sometimes when I'm with you, I want to be."

    "I'm gay..." Karen sighed and she was smiling, setting her glass
down.

    "I know," I said, but I was holding my breath and no sound came
out of my lips. Karen was crossing those few feet between us.

    "...and when I'm with you," she whispered, "I know it doesn't
matter."

    "I don't understand," I narrowed my eyes as Karen moved between my
legs, forcing them gently wider as she pressed her body to mine.

    "I'd love you no matter who we were," Karen told me, her eyes
staring into mine and I felt her small breasts against my own.

    Karen's elbows found the ledge of the hot tub, just outside my
shoulders and her hands were touching my hair. My thighs rubbed
against her narrow hips and we were so close, her nose almost touching
mine, her lips an inch away from my mouth. I was breathing hard and my
heart pumping wildly. This was why she'd brought me here, for this
moment. We'd both known it all along. I'd gotten on that bus
understanding that Karen would try to seduce me and the only question
was whether or not I would let her. But that wasn't a question at all,
was it? I'd gotten on the bus.

    "I don't know if I love you like that," I closed my eyes and my
hands were on my tummy, but I was moving them, finding Karen's sides
and her skin was so soft under the water.

    "It's alright," Karen breathed. "Open your eyes for me."

    "Yeah," I did as she asked and when Karen kissed me I didn't close
them.

    I watched her as the girl's soft lips touched mine, lightly at
first and then the tip of her tongue invited me to open. I was holding
my breath again as Karen's tongue entered my mouth and she was light
and soft, moving slowly as her fingers moved deeper into my hair. She
held my head gently and I moaned, my own hands sliding around to her
back. I wanted this, I told myself, I didn't have to be afraid of it.
I wanted to enjoy it and I returned her kiss. My tongue moved against
Karen's, tickling her, exploring the delicate muscle filling my
mouth.

    Karen's nipples moved against my breasts and they were long and
hard, making me realize that mine were the same way. I pulled the girl
tighter against me and Karen groaned into my mouth and our tentative
kiss had become deeper, our lips sealed as our heads tilted opposite
each other. This was a deep, sexual kiss, the one we'd been waiting
for. Karen massaged my scalp and neck and I was stroking my fingers
along her spine. We made out for a long time that way, hardly pausing
even for air as our tongues moved from my mouth into hers and back
again.

    "Ummph..." I breathed, stiffening for a brief second and then
relaxing as I felt Karen reaching between us to find my left breast
with her hand.

    She played with my nipple, rubbing it with her thumb and then
pinching it gently, making me moan with pleasure. She did the same
with her other hand, so that she held my big black tits in her small
white hands while we continued to kiss. Karen squeezed me hard, the
way I like it, and I was nodding and making muffled sounds of
agreement. I slid my hands down the girl's back and found her ass,
slipping my fingers under the waistband of her panties and Karen
squirmed eagerly. She was sucking my tongue as I grabbed her firm
round butt in my fingers and pulled the girl as close as possible.

    My legs were around hers as I sat on the molded plastic seat that
encircled the hot tub. Karen was nearly lying on top of me and it was
awkward and clumsy, but we were beyond caring. I was excited by her,
aroused by a woman for the first time in my life and it wasn't so much
different than being with a man. It was completely different than
being with a man. My tummy was tight and my blood rushing hot and fast
through my veins. I felt the familiar desire to touch and be touched
everywhere all at once. But the truth is that I wasn't thinking of
Karen as a girl, or not being a boy, she was a person and that was
all. She was someone I cared about and wanted to be with and now she
was making me feel so good. Nothing else mattered.

    "Are you okay?" Karen asked me and she was pink all over,
breathing hard and smiling as I held her butt in my hands and I
giggled.

    "Yeah" I nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
"I think so. I'm not scared anymore."

    "Good," Karen laughed at me and she was still fondling my breasts,
pressing her palms against my swollen nipples.

    "Um..." I frowned at the house and it took me a second to realize
what was wrong. "Karen...

    "Hmmm?" She busy watching my eyes while she caressed my breasts.

    "Why are the lights on?" I asked her.

    "What?" The girl blinked at me and then turned around, looking
over her shoulder and that was about the time someone was opening the
sliding glass door.

    "Karen?" a man asked and I couldn't really see him, the kitchen
lights were on behind him, so he was dark and his face in shadow.

    "Oh shit," my friend breathed, pushing herself away suddenly,
splashing as she moved to sit opposite me once again.

    "Dad?" Karen swallowed hard and I was sinking a little lower in
the water. "What are you doing here? I thought..."

    "Something came up at work," he said, coming closer and I was more
than a little embarrassed. "I couldn't get away this weekend."

    I was sitting in the guy's hot tub, basically naked except for my
panties, and I'd been making out with Karen. She was nervous too,
definitely red in the face, and we were both wondering how much her
father had seen. How long had he been home? Long enough to see his
daughter making out with a black girl? Karen had told me that her dad
didn't know she was a lesbian and she didn't want to tell him. The
girl was out of the closet everywhere else, but not with her parents.

    "Hi," the man said, smiling at me and I was sitting as low as
possible, with the water up to my chin and my arms crossed over my
breasts.

    "Hi," I replied, trying to sound normal and telling myself to
smile.

    "Oh...Uh, Dad. This is Kylie, um...From school," Karen was chewing her
bottom lip. "I invited her for the, uh, you know...the weekend, and..."

    "Kylie?" He looked from Karen to me and at least he was keeping
his eyes on my face. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mark."

    "Hello," I nodded and for a second I was afraid he was going to
offer me his hand. "Mark, okay."

    He was smiling at me, a little amused at our discomfort, but only
because he knew we were basically skinny dipping in his Jacuzzi. My
clothes were piled up on a lawn chair just a few feet away, my bra
right on top, and couldn't have missed it. Mark was good looking too,
an older man for sure, old enough to be my father obviously, but tall
and fit, with a handsome face and light brown air, maybe blonde. It
was hard to tell just then. A nice face though and nice eyes, although
I couldn't tell what color they were, but the smile on his lips
reached them and he was very comfortable to look at.

    "Drinking my wine again?" he looked at Karen. "Always something
with you, isn't it?"

    "Oh please," Karen sighed. "We're not getting drunk."

    "I know," Mark smiled at me. "I guess I've done my fatherly duty
and embarrassed her enough."

    "Be nice," Karen said.

    "I didn't mean to embarrass you, Kylie," Mark told me and I nodded
at that, smiling and having no idea what to say.

    "Dad..." Karen shook her head.

    "The water looks good," Mark decided, ignoring his daughter. "I
guess I'll go get my shower. You're staying all weekend, Kylie?"

    "Um, yeah," I replied, glancing at Karen. "If that's okay?"

    "Sure," Mark smiled. "Always nice to have company and Karen only
comes when I'm not here," he gave his daughter a chiding look.
"Anyway, you girls have fun."

    "Okay," I smiled back and he nodded, letting his eyes linger on
mine and for being something like forty years old, I was liking the
way he looked at me.

    "Oh man," Karen whispered, frowning as her dad left us.

    "What?" I asked her.

    "I left my dildo on my bed."

    "Oh," I almost laughed, but Karen looked pretty unhappy. "You
think he'll see it?"

    "Yeah," Karen nodded. "I didn't close my bedroom door or anything.
Shit."

    "You think he's going to care?" I wondered and my friend gave me a
look. It didn't matter if her dad cared or not, it would be seriously
embarrassing. "What are you gonna do?"

    "Go up there and hide it," Karen said unhappily. "I feel like I'm
fifteen again. God!"

    "Well you better hurry," I said and this time I did laugh,
watching her father moving around in the kitchen.

    "Distract him for me," Karen said.

    "What?" I rolled my eyes. "Distract him? How? I'm naked here!"

    "I don't know," Karen said. "Just...talk to him. Keep him down here
until I put my dildo away."

    "Just run upstairs!" I said. "Stop acting fifteen and maybe you
won't feel..."

    "Kylie!" Karen was watching her dad as she got out of the hot tub,
naked but for her little pink panties, of course, and I just giggled.

    "You're so weird," I told her and Karen was wrapping a towel
around her breasts and it didn't cover her ass at all, or her puffy
little pussy which was plain as day through the thin, wet cotton.

    "This sucks!" she said and she was sorta tip-toeing quickly to the
glass door, sliding it open and then basically running past her
surprised dad. It was pretty funny.

    "Everything okay, Kylie?" Mark stuck his head outside.

    "Huh?" I put a stupid look on my face without thinking about it.

    "Karen said you needed something?" he was smiling at me from a
dozen feet away and I wondered why Karen had said anything at all. All
she had to do was go upstairs before her dad did, it wasn't rocket
science.

    "Uh, no..." I shook my head, glancing down to make sure my boobs
were safely under the water and I felt a rush of warmth when I looked
back up and realized Mark was coming outside again.

    "Karen said she'd made a friend at college," Mark said. "But she
didn't tell me you're so..."

    "Black?" I offered, without thinking about it and Jesus! I was so
stupid sometimes. What did me being black have to do with anything,
except I was thinking how Mark looked so white. Talk about a one track
mind!

    "What?" he gave me the funny look I deserved. "No, I was going to
say she didn't tell me you were so pretty." Mark cleared his throat
and looked a little guilty maybe. "Sorry, that sounds kinda like a
line, doesn't it?"

    It did, yeah, but I was so embarrassed about what I'd said that I
barely noticed. Mark was a good looking man and in typical Kylie
fashion, when a handsome white guy was around, I was pretty much a
walking blonde joke, or a sitting one as the case may be, and I was
like, this is Karen's dad! Not some college guy, this was way off
limits and for a lot of good reasons. I'd been making out with his
daughter! Now I was feeling all tingly because he was standing there
next to the Jacuzzi, smiling at me and knowing I was naked under the
bubbles that were probably hiding nothing at all.

    God! What was wrong with me? I'd had sex with Brandon that
afternoon; I shouldn't be this...Horny? No, just interested, I told
myself. I was interested in a handsome white man, an older one. He had
a job and a house and a lifetime of experience to share, and what was
I thinking? He had a daughter the same as age as me. My best friend
too! Yeah, I was in kind of a panic, because he was white and I was
black, and I'd gotten warmed up nice kissing Karen, all ready to maybe
give into her completely, and now Mark was here.

    I was in trouble.

    "I love your house," I said, just begging for something semi-
intelligent to sprout from my lips by accident. "I mean, this hot tub
is really nice." That wasn't it and I frowned at myself.

    "Yeah," Mark smiled. "I like it. It's nice in the winter. I don't
really get to use it a lot anymore though."

    "Oh," I nodded, like that was important and I wondered why I'd
brought up the hot tub at all. Like I wasn't the center of enough
attention?

    "Is it hot enough?" Mark asked me.

    "Yeah," I said. "Oh yeah, it's really uh, warm. You want to get
in?"

    What? The tub was suddenly a thousand degrees warmer and I looked
down quickly. Was I insane?

    "What? Oh!" Mark looked surprised at that, as well he should have
and he was probably wondering what was wrong with me. "Karen might, uh...
I think..."

    He looked a little flustered for the first time since I'd met him
and it was kind of cute, actually. Mark was smiling apologetically and
glancing over his shoulder and he knew about Karen, I understood that
all of a sudden. Mark knew his daughter was gay and he was thinking I
was her girlfriend, or something. At least a girl Karen was interested
in, put it that way. I saw it on his face and I suppose being a
lesbian was a harder secret to keep from her father than Karen
appreciated. I wondered what that meant about me and my father.

    "Karen will be okay," I lied, having no idea what Karen would
think, but pretty sure she wouldn't be thrilled to find her dad in the
Jacuzzi with me.

    "I'll have to go find my swimsuit and..."

    "I'm not wearing one," I shrugged and I know why I was acting that
way. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. I'd been kissing a
girl and despite all my talk and all of Karen's gentle persuasion, I
knew I wasn't gay. I wanted to prove it.

    "Yeah," Mark chuckled and he nodded slowly. "I sorta noticed that,
uh..." he cleared his throat. "How, um...How old are you, Kylie?"

    "Nineteen," I said, trying not to frown at the question. "How old
are you?"

    "Forty-one," Mark said. "I think...I'll just take a shower and go to
bed. It's, uh...Been a long day."

    "Oh," I nodded, feeling a fresh wave of humiliation as my clumsy
pass was gently refused. "I didn't mean..."

    "I know," he smiled. "Maybe tomorrow you can talk me into a nice
long soak."

    "Okay," I said, trying to save a shred of pride and at least the
man was being nice about it.

    Mark must have really thought I was some kind of slut or
something. Inviting my best friend's dad to get naked in a Jacuzzi
with me? Like fifteen minutes after we'd met? If a guy did that to me
I'd probably slap him, except then I was thinking about Brandon and
he'd basically asked me to fuck him three minutes after he'd called
me. Was I a slut? I closed my eyes, sitting there alone and thinking I
should get on the first bus back to Minneapolis and never, ever come
back here again. I was seriously embarrassed.

    "What's wrong with you?" Karen's voice brought me awake and I sat
up with a jerk, looking at her.

    "Nothing," I said. "What's that?"

    "A bikini," Karen laughed. "I figured you'd want to wear
something."

    "Yeah" I nodded and Karen was wearing a pair of cut off shorts and
a red bra. "What about you?"

    "I only got one swimsuit," she shrugged. "I'm fine. I hope this
fits you. I only wore it like twice when I was seventeen."

    "Hmmm..." I thought it looked pretty small for me, a little yellow
bikini that would have been reasonably modest on Karen, but she was a
petite girl.

    I was going to dress sitting in the water, even though Mark was
upstairs, probably in his shower by then. Still, if he happened to
peek out the window...I stood up in the center of the hot tub and the
water was only to my hips, thanks to those long black legs of mine.
Karen didn't object, she wanted to watch me, but her eyes did glance
towards the house every now and again as I pushed my panties down. I
was practically shaking, thinking that if Mark decided to look out his
window just then, he'd get a real nice look at my firm black ass.

    "Is my butt hanging out?" I asked with a frown, standing topless
and using the excuse to turn, just in case Mark wanted to see my tits
in all their glory. Jesus! I hoped he was watching.

    "That's pretty small, Kylie," Karen giggled and she reached for
me, which was a surprise.

    I got an even bigger one when the girl pulled the back of the
yellow bikini bottoms inward, pulling the material between the round
globes of my ass like it was a thong or something. Karen gave them a
good yanked and I gasped, blinking at her over my shoulder.

    "Karen!"

    "What? It looks better that way," she told me and I knew Karen was
still hot.

    After making out with me for half an hour, she figured we were
good to go now. This was foreplay and Karen wanted to fuck me. She
could barely keep her hands off me and I giggled as the girl played
with my ass for a minute.

    "What if your dad sees us?" I kind of turned my butt away, from
one side to the other while Karen leaned over the Jacuzzi and gave my
butt a squeeze.

    "Shhh..." she grinned at me and pulled away. "I was just fixing your
swimsuit, that's all."

    "Heh!" I rolled my eyes and looked up at the second floor, seeing
the windows dark up there.

    I wondered if Mark was looking at me while I put on the yellow
top. It was a nice color for me, golden yellow to contrast with my
dark skin, and so small! God! Like A cups or something and they didn't
contain my tits at all. It wasn't a one-size-fits-all bikini, that was
for sure. I was lucky to get my swollen nipples covered up, but at
least the strings were long enough and Karen was nice enough to tie
them for me.

    "I can't believe my dad came home," Karen was saying softly. "You
think he saw us kissing?"

    "I don't know," I shrugged, holding my hair out of the way. "He's
your dad. Did he act suspicious?"

    "No," Karen admitted, tying the strings behind my neck. "He likes
you though."

    "Well...Why wouldn't he?" I laughed, but I knew what she meant. He
was interested, the way all guys were, and I was pretty used it by
then.

    "No, I mean...he couldn't take his eyes off you," Karen sighed.

    "Oh, I don't know about that," I laughed nervously. "Probably
being naked had something to do with it."

    "You like him?" Karen asked me, finished with my bikini and I
looked at her over my shoulder.

    "What? You're going to hook me up with your dad?" I made a face at
her.

    "No!" she blinked at me, frowning slightly. "I'm just asking. I
mean, he's good looking, he's white, so..."

    "So, like I can't control myself?" I shook my head at her and
started sitting back down in the Jacuzzi. "Give me a break, Karen. I'm
not gonna hit on your dad, okay?"

    "Yeah," she nodded, forcing herself to smile and then laughed.
"Sorry. I just...I didn't think he was gonna be here."

    "I know," I said, forgiving the girl and I was such a total
hypocrite just then.

    I had hit on her father, asking Mark to get into the hot tub with
me and then...what? I was gonna fuck him there in the water with Karen
watching? I was feeling pretty pathetic and I had to hide it, and that
sunrise bus back to college was sounding better and better all the
time.

    "Grab the wine," I told Karen. "I think I just want to get drunk."

    "Really?" Karen laughed and picked up the bottle. "It's about
gone. I'll get another one. What kind do you want?"

    "The strong kind," I giggled self-consciously. "I'm sorry I'm so
confused all the time."

    "Sorry? You don't have to be sorry about anything," Karen said,
looking at me and trying to figure out what kind of weird mood I was
in now. "Do you feel bad about, um...us? What we were doing?"

    "No," I sighed. "I just...Get some more wine."

    I didn't know what I felt. I felt everything. I was guilty and
frightened and nervous and excited and...It was the same as always, I
thought. I should have been used to it by now. I never knew what I was
doing and everytime I did, something new would come along and spoil
it. I'd been ready to go all the way with Karen. I'd been opening up
maybe, or at least willing to try, and then her dad arrives and
suddenly I lose all interest in the girl. I want him. I want to be the
woman and be with a man. Someone handsome and white, just like Karen
had said. A white man loving me, that's what I wanted and that what's
Brandon hadn't been able to give me.

    Sex without love was pointless.



To be continued...

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