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Amanda Loves Rita

By Romany

(F/teen g)


My name is Amanda Petersen. Petersen is my married name. My
maiden name doesn�t matter but this is a story about part of my
teenage life as I was growing up. I was fourteen when Kyle joined
the marines when he turned eighteen. Kyle was the son of close
family friends, and the same age as my older brother Thad.
Following a chance liaison on our families camping holiday when I
was nearly thirteen, Kyle and I had had oral sex which continued
right up until the time he enlisted. Unfortunately, and to my
continuing frustration, our secret liaisons did not involve any
other form of sexual contact. For nearly two years or so, I would
gladly have allowed him to take my virginity; I was so enamored
with him. I was devastated when he joined the military. He was so
much my heart throb. Given the closeness of our families,
opportunity seemed to be there but the closeness also ruled out
any open relationship, as well as our relative ages. I was always
sad when realizing that beyond the blowjobs and hand jobs, Kyle
regarded me as a kid and openly had girlfriends his own age;
sometimes bringing them with him when he called to collect Thad.
I was totally bereft of ideas on how to get him to see me just as
he did the girls he turned up with, and wanted to be more than
just a nice hand and mouth. I wasn�t allowed to date boys my own
age and most of my accumulated knowledge about boys was learned
with Kyle. I knew about sex, birth control and STD and such like
from our health classes at school and private discussions with my
friends.

Apart from a brief outbreak of spots and pimples which thankfully
went, I had a relatively trouble free passage through puberty and
periods were not a big deal. My body developed at about average
pace and I think I was attractive; judging by the looks I knew I
received from older boys and men. I was quite proud of my
burgeoning breasts and always knew I was slim and well
proportioned. I think girls learn about their allure to men from
an early age. I was certain I was the only one in our group at
school actually participating in sex; not just talking about it.
I was resolute never to tell even; if it would make me somehow
special to my friends.

What I also learned was that boys my age were dicks. They had all
these hormones, and peer pressure to lose their cherry. I had
learned a lot through Kyle and in comparison to these boys I was
far more mature, and I felt, sexually emancipated. After Kyle
left, and I turned fifteen, I was allowed to start controlled
dating. My parents were quite conservative and old fashioned and
they were always insistent at chaperoning me to movies and
suchlike. Never actually remaining on my date, but always being
at the drop off and punctually at the pickup afterwards. And they
were quite strict about my curfew which was ten thirty. Despite
my overly attentive parents, I actually did make progress
somewhat naturally with boys of my age but the first attempts at
sex weren�t great. What was to be my first �open� boyfriend was a
really awful experience. My parents did approve of him because
his folks were in our church, and mom and dad even teased me
about Kevin being my boyfriend. But it was very much within their
conservative idea of teen courtship. But one summer evening just
before I turned sixteen, we had left the movies where my mom had
dropped me, and we traveled in Kevin�s mom�s car to a secluded
wooded area on the outskirts of our town. He had been allowed his
mom�s car and she thought he was picking me up. I never told my
folks this as they would have instantly stopped the date; I guess
rightfully fearing what was actually happening. That night in the
car he rapidly advanced his sexual experience from zero to some,
and soon we were groping each other under our clothes. I
instantly saw the lack of experience in him and decided to take
some initiative based on my learning with Kyle. He started by
crudely raking my breasts with his hands, and then tentatively
moved one hand between my legs under my skirt; roughly pawing my
sex through my panties. It was anything but erotic. Compared to
Kevin I was an expert in making out. I decided to show him a
trick or two and give him a blowjob which I knew I was rather
good at. I started to grope for his flies and realised he was
hard. So I gave him a few playful grabs and massaged it through
his jeans as a sort of crude foreplay before taking it out to
suck it. Kevin couldn�t wait for me to get his dick out of his
pants and came in his shorts. That killed the moment and he lay
with this sort of goofy embarrassed look and his feverish
interest in my boobs and crotch vanished. I had seen this rapid
loss of interest in me with Kyle as well, and resigned myself to
the fact that boys had short attention spans which vanished when
they had cum.

Several more opportunities at losing my virginity likewise
foundered with Kevin�s premature ejaculations. Oddly he came to
almost accept it as the norm; his short tolerance to my hands, or
the arousal he generated in himself by pawing me. So I decided to
break up with him to take stock on what the hell I was doing. He
was hurt and quite angry. Within a matter of a week of our
breakup, I heard a story about how he did it with me and what I
did to him for supposedly hours and hours. I sort of flipped my
lid and confronted him one day at school. Next thing he�s in
hospital nursing a bad case of blunt testicular trauma from
apparently half a dozen full blooded kicks I had delivered to his
groin.  I was so enraged at him that I certainly wasn�t counting
but that�s what Miss Prentiss told the Dean and my parents when
she finally pulled me off the howling slime ball. Somewhere in my
outburst I ranted to the world about his �pencil dick� and his
�quick shooting�; much to the mirth of his buddies who were
paralyzed, legs crossed in sympathy of the assault to Kevin�s
groin, but also enjoyed the overall connotations of what it was
about.


I became an instant enfant terrible. My closest friends were in
awe that I had �done it�. Of course I hadn�t but my reaction and
blurting out about Kevin�s premature ejaculation only served to
confirm his allegations to the school and of course, my parents.
They were mortified that I had assaulted the son of good friends,
and even more so when realizing I had been less than chaste with
him. I was immediately grounded indefinitely and after awhile the
sad fact emerged that the boys in the school now saw me as the
slut they�d like to get it on with and those girls not close to
me saw me as the slut the boys that they coveted, lusted after. I
was effectively coveted and ostracized at the same time. Of
course I got suspended; for a week and then put on a good
behavior bond by the principal when I returned. So in my
sophomore year, I became somewhat subdued and withdrawn where
previously I had been outward going and fully participating in
high school activities. I vowed there and then to remain celibate
forever and stuck pretty much to myself. Being grounded from
unaccompanied visits to the mall, no movies, and no outings,
there wasn�t much left. Anyway after a few weeks and enforced
attendance at church on Sundays, mom decided to water down the
grounding and I was allowed to begin baby sitting, but no friends
were allowed to join me. This was OK and I actually enjoyed it
and made quite a nice little nest egg as well. Soon I had
established a pool of regular families who used me to sit their
kids and here I got introduced to the Blacks. Roger and Rita and
little Lucy who was thirteen months old. It started off
ordinarily enough but after a few nights sitting Lucy, I became
less than trusting of Roger when he took me home afterwards.
Subtle comments about being �a looker� and �the boys must all be
after you� left me wondering if he�d heard about my so-called
reputation as the school slut. So next time Rita called I made an
excuse I couldn�t go. I did this twice in succession and one day
Rita appeared at my school after last class. I was somewhat
surprised to see her and she asked if there was something wrong
because I would not baby-sit for her and Roger. I was feeling
somewhat trapped and wanted her to just go away, but before I
could answer, she added;

�I know Roger can be a little overbearing sometimes but this is
for me. He�s out of town and I need a sitter for a meeting I have
to go to.�

She was almost pleading with me. I must have looked a bit shocked
at her hitting on the specifics of my objection to sitting for
them, as she basically repeated what she had said, and before I
could answer once again, adds:

�He made some improper suggestion didn�t he�?

Well he had and he hadn�t; nothing I could relate to a third
party that would not seem anything other than conversational. But
she seemed to know what I had felt about her husband. So I nodded
and explained that it wasn�t anything overt or serious; just a
feeling that made me uneasy. She touched my arm and looked
apologetic and told me she understood. That it must have been
disconcerting and a worry for me and she totally understood my
reaction in not wanting to return to their house.

�But I am so desperate to find a reliable sitter Amanda, would
you not just do it this one time knowing he is out of town for
the night?� she pleaded with me.

Well if the sleaze was out of town, what harm could it be?
Besides, she was really nice. A lot younger than Roger and she
was his second wife. He already had two kids with his first wife.
Roger was a smarmy good looking All American type with
prematurely graying hair and perfect teeth. And she was very
pretty with a body to die for despite the fact she had had a
baby. She reminded me of the Uma Thurman character in Pulp
Fiction. That short black haired French femme fatal look. So I
finally agreed to sit for her that Wednesday night. When I got
there she was already dressed ready to go out. She was done up
really beautifully; wearing a sleek black mini dress with thin
shoulder straps, and black heels and purse to match. It seemed
overdressed for a meeting. She thanked me profusely and left for
her meeting about seven thirty. And she came home exactly about
ten as she promised. She paid me twenty bucks which was very good
rates then, and put me in a cab to go home. And for the next
three weeks, I agreed to sit for Lucy for a few hours Wednesday
or Thursday nights; always when Roger was out of town. And she
was always dressed to kill. We became very comfortable with each
other and truthfully I couldn�t wait to go back to sit for Lucy,
just for the brief conversations with Rita at the beginning and
end of the time at her house.

I started to regard her as the big sister I never had and she was
very open about herself. How she had been feeling about Roger;
where Lucy was in development and occasional references to her
single life with oblique references to other men she had dated.
All of this was allowing me to start to regard her as a close
trusted friend. In turn I confided in her some of my fears and
concerns and retold my disastrous relationship with Kevin. On one
hand she laughed heartily at my assault on him and shouted �good
for you.� On the other hand she took my arms and told me how
sincerely sorry she was I had seen the worst of men so young. I
found myself telling her about my very first sexual experience
with a middle aged music teacher who induced me to perform oral
sex on him. Mr. Robbins was a homosexual pedophile and it
transpired he had molested countless boys over his years of
tutoring piano. Of course nobody ever knew that at first.
Certainly not my parents when they sent me to him to learn to
play. I was attractive to him because I was only twelve, had
short hair, and dressed like a tomboy that fateful day; and I
appeared just like one of his boy students. Secretly I was
excited and had been willing despite being absolutely mesmerized
with fear of discovery. Even now I loved reflecting the situation
because of its danger and daring. I did not confess to my oral
affair with Kyle. That was too personal to me. Rita clutched me
to her and cradled my head cooing �oh you poor, poor dear. You
must tell somebody.�

This freaked me a bit and I earnestly pleaded with her never to
tell; that the man in question got busted before I could return
for any more lessons. And the last I heard he was jailed for a
litany of sexual molestations that emerged from victims who got
on the bandwagon when it became known. Because I was a girl, no
one thought to consider I might be a potential victim as he was
clearly attracted to boys between twelve and fourteen. Rita�s
reaction to this intimate revelation bonded me to her. I trusted
her implicitly with my secret.

On about the fifth or sixth occasion I sat for Lucy, I was
surprised Rita wasn�t ready. It was about seven o�clock when mom
dropped me off and she wasn�t dressed like she always had been.
She invited me to come up to her room and talk to me while she
got dressed. So I followed her up and she totally blew me away.
While I�m sitting on the edge of their bed, she strips naked
while fluffing about discarding her clothes in the laundry basket
in their bathroom. She also starts to run a bath. She made no
attempt to cover herself all the while chatting as she went. I
felt too embarrassed to look, but also just as embarrassed to
show it by looking away; so I steeled myself to remain nonchalant
about her nudity. In reality it wasn�t hard to look because of
the dynamite body. Barely a stretch mark or pot tummy from having
Lucy; fantastic buns, and fabulous boobs still pointing higher
than my little hard ones were. I was totally mesmerized. And all
the time yap, yap, yap as if being naked before me was perfectly
natural. I also noted her sex area was bald. It had been totally
shaved. I was really confused about where to look. I couldn�t be
uncool by gazing a foot above her head or at the floor two feet
in front of her feet, so I just had to look at her beautiful body
and struggle to be cool with it. Eventually she sits in the bath
and calls to me to sit on the edge. �Come and have one of our
chats� as she put it. Only she did all the chatting.

She finished her bath, and I passed her a towel and she quickly
dries off and gets the world record for dressing, makeup and
ready to leave. In the midst of dressing I note no underwear. No
panties no bra. I just know this is not an ordinary meeting she
is going to, as I�d already suspected she�s having an affair
these nights I had babysat with Roger out of town. Tonight she
left at eight but came home earlier than usual at nine thirty,
which is a real short date if that�s where she was. I think maybe
long enough for sex and back home. But why would she bother with
the glamorous clothes if she�s meeting some lover just for quick
sex? Just as if she�s reading my confusion, and without any
prompting by me, she admits she�s been dating someone. She tells
me his name is Noel, and he�s twenty seven; a year younger than
her, and never been married. He�s an architect and, by her
account, a real dish. Of course while this explains the
�meetings� I�m still confused about the dress code for the short
liaison yet I�m elated about her openness with me about her
probable infidelity. Irrespective of whether she had actually
balled Noel or not, it was still cheating on Roger. She had noted
the furrows in my brow as I pondered her revelations and chuckled
and patted my face, and proceeded to tell me that Roger was with
his �fancy lady� in Akron Ohio; rather than him being in
Harrisburg Pennsylvania where he was supposed to be. That he went
there roughly three times a month.

�How do I know this?� she asked rhetorically.

She goes on to explain that she used to work for a client company
of Roger�s firm and that she still had a few close contacts; one
of whom alerted her to Roger�s lie. She had somehow suspected he
was cheating on her. But once she received the tip-off as
confirmation, she studied his company credit card statement for
dates, purchases, rental cars and hotels and he was always in
Akron for at least one night of the three he was meant to be in
Harrisburg. And what�s more she confesses that she, Rita, was
�the other woman� in the breakup of Roger�s first marriage so she
was well versed in his smooth deceit. However she learned after
their marriage that she wasn�t the only �other woman� during
Roger�s first marriage. And that this woman Penny in Akron was a
long time lover of Roger�s that had been around even before Rita.
So, that was it. I now knew what she was doing. I was exhilarated
by her confidence in me; to tell me her deepest secret. I was
also in begrudging admiration of her, for her affair with Noel as
a way to make her feel better about Roger�s affair.

All the while she is relating most of this from the bathroom and
reappears in a flimsy housecoat wrapped around her body. Covering
her nudity yet showing her curves; and the whole effect is as
sexy as when she was naked earlier that evening while she
preparing to go out. The effect on me was just as dramatic.
Finally I must leave so she pays me the full fee, despite the
shortened hours, and puts me in a taxi to go home. All that night
and for the rest of the week I can�t stop thinking about her
beautiful body; and her blas� attitude to her nudity, as well as
her affair and Roger�s affair.

Following this incident, she called my mother and asks if I could
sit for her and Roger the following Friday night as they had a
retirement celebration to go to and knew they would be late home.
Too late for me to wait up and then taxi home. Well because she�s
now a well paying regular customer mom says �yes that�s fine�. Of
course when I realize that Roger is back in the mix I plead with
mom to get me out of it but can�t explain to her as to why. So I
reluctantly go. But when I get there, there is no Roger. He is on
some company management bonding weekend. I look a little
dumbfounded at the obvious lie to my mother about the retirement
party they are supposedly both meant to attend; but without
explaining it, Rita emphasizes that this time Roger�s whereabouts
is real and �he�s up to his ass in some swamp in the Pocono�s
some where�. Despite not understanding the reason for her
subterfuge, I was delirious with expectation at being alone with
her once more so never pressed the fact there was no retirement
function. And I noted she hadn�t changed yet so my heart leapt in
anticipation that she would repeat the provocative undressing and
dressing of my previous visit. My wishes were granted when she
goes through the same strip, walk about naked while chatting
about nothing, and bathing routine. I sit on the edge of the bath
absolutely enthralled by her and she proceeds to admit her lover
Noel is cooking a meal for her and, �well I just don�t know how
long I will be there after that� she says with an enigmatic
smile. I�m gutted. My beloved Rita is going to have sex with Noel
the cute architect. On one hand I admire her bravado and courage
to get Roger back with his own medicine, but gutted she�s going
to be with someone else. This time she wears a slinky red dress
and shoes and purse to match; and of course no underwear. She
leaves and I burst into tears on her couch and blub hopelessly,
realizing for the first time that I am in love with her. I watch
TV dejectedly; eating popcorn and drinking soda. To melancholy to
attempt my homework I had brought with me.

Rita surprises me when she arrives home about ten o�clock. She�s
looking upset and sad. I ask her what�s wrong and she sits down
and weeps a little then tells me that Noel is a dork as he had
invited another couple to dinner. She was flabbergasted to think
he would expose her, a married woman, to his friends as his
girlfriend. She said she took the best part of an hour to get
even remotely sociable and after a pretend visit to the bathroom,
came back saying she�d thrown up and feels bad. Noel tries to get
her to stay anyway, as if to continue to impress his friends, but
she eventually gets her way and flees. She�s fervently hoping his
friends never ever recognize here again.

�Was it because you couldn�t, well�like�you know�sleep with him?�
I asked her tentatively.

She laughed quickly at my question and takes my hand as she sits
close to me on the couch, looking into my eyes.

�Oh no Mandy. We�ve been there. Every night you babysat; and more
before you came�� she said smiling at me.

My heart sank. She paused and studied my expression then
continued.

�But I did think tonight would be less rushed and more natural.
Like we were a couple, not furtive lovers meeting for quick sex.
No it was the stupidity on his part that I could be exposed to
his friends. Oh of course he might have already forewarned them
about me so they would be discrete, but being exposed to anyone
else is my decision, not his. No dear, he was just big-noting.
Kind of flattering but extremely unwise,� she concluded.

She is slowly stroking my hands as she speaks and I like it. I
glance down and for the first time since she has been going out,
I realize she is still wearing her engagement and wedding rings.
This strikes me as odd given she is in an affair. It tells me she
has no remorse or compunction to cheat on Roger while the symbol
of their marriage is prominent on her finger. Well, of course I
was delighted she had not slept with Roger; that night at least.
While it was sad for her I was more than a little delighted; and
I was staying all night here with her in her house. She perks up
and decides we need some wine. She vanishes to the kitchen and
comes back with a bottle of white wine and two glasses. She
motions me upstairs with her head and grins as she holds up the
wine and glasses as if in triumph; then she leads the way to the
master bedroom. I sit on the bed and she pours two large glasses
of chardonnay and toasts, �here�s to woman doing it for
themselves because we sure as hell can�t rely on men to know what
to do� and laughs as she takes a sip of wine. Then she mutters
she�d best get the dress off as it will crush due to the way
she�s sitting on the bed. My heart leapt in anticipation. I knew
she wore no underwear so she would be naked once the dress was
off. I wondered what she would wear, if anything. She disappears
into the bathroom and comes out in this fabulous half cup bra and
matching black panties. Exactly why she had them in there I don�t
know but this was a total blast. It was quite a deliberate change
and I sense she knows she looks sensational. But I�m a little
confused about this as to why she is doing this; and not a little
bit tipsy because I had taken several large unsophisticated swigs
of the wine as she talked to me and it had gone straight to my
head. I was unfamiliar with alcohol as both of my parents were
seldom drinkers, and neither Thad nor I had ever been permitted
alcohol, except perhaps a glass of wine at Thanksgiving or
Christmas; though I new Thad had secretly had beer with his
buddies.

Rita collapses on the bed and lies across from me like some lithe
black panther reclining in the sun. By now I�m absolutely fizzing
for her to come close and perhaps hold my hands again. She rolls
over and I see the flash of her tummy button and the swell of her
shaved sex against the panel of the panties, and my mouth goes
dry; causing me to take another sip of wine. She reaches into the
middle drawer of her nightstand and comes out with a Camel
cigarette packet. I open my eyes wide as I knew she wasn�t a
smoker. In fact she detested it. She then proceeds to take out
what is a slim brown cigarette and lights it up. I study her
wondering what on earth this all about when I detect the sickly
smell of marijuana. I�ve never smoked grass but I had been around
a group of my peers on two occasions that a joint had been passed
around so I knew the smell. I had never toked myself; bringing
about a rolling of eyes and head shakes of �not cool� from my
friends when I passed over the opportunity. So we share a joint
and by now I�m totally confused about what is happening. But I
had already decided I�m hers forever. We pass the joint back and
forth and she is watching me with a faint smile on her lips. She
takes the joint from me and suggests I get comfortable to. I
looked at her quizzically.

�Come on silly. Don�t be bashful. You know you have a really
beautiful figure to match your pretty face and beautiful blond
mane�� she crooned and sucked on the joint.

I grinned a little goofily but her words were like a wonderful
hit to the centre of my stomach. I melted and rapidly pulled off
my polo shirt, stripping to my cross-your-heart bra. Hardly as
exotic as Rita�s but the daring of her seeing the tops of my
breasts and the obvious bumps of my now hard nipples, was
satisfying to me. The wine and the joint were kicking in big
time, and I climbed off the bed somewhat clumsily, giggling at my
ineptness at a simple task as standing up, and undid my low-rider
jeans.

�Stop, wait sweetie,� she called with some urgency. �Strip them
for me. Do it slowly,� she grinned. �As if you were stripping for
a handsome lover,� she said holding my gaze.

I was just about so much jelly by now but I was able to do a few
juvenile dips of my hips and slowly eased the tight denim off my
hips and shuffled about as I tried to silkily pull them off my
legs. The tight jeans caught the top of the waistband of my
rather staid panties and pulled them half off one hip. The visual
affect must have looked anything but sexy but she grinned and
cheered me on in encouragement. I tried twice to flick my jeans
clear of my foot but they clung stubbornly and I had to steady
myself against the bed while I prised them over my ankle and foot
with some difficulty; nearly falling to the floor. By now I was
giggling uncontrollably; hopelessly drunk and stoned, and I
eventually stood in my bra and panties with a swirl of my hands
and a �tadaaa� when I was finished. Rita was giggling
uncontrollably as well and applauded my effort; the joint firmly
gripped in her lips as she clapped and screwed her face up as the
smoke irritated her eyes. She beckoned me back onto the bed
beside her and handed me the joint. I took another toke and held
the smoke. Despite never having smoked before, I thought I was
doing rather well with it.

�Give me your glass sweetie. It needs a refill,� she said having
turned and picked the bottle of wine up from her nightstand.

I turned and picked up my glass and handed it to her and took
another toke from the joint which was rapidly decreasing in
length. She handed me the wine and took the cigarette. As I
sipped the wine to get the smoke taste from my mouth she turned
and stubbed the remnants of the joint in the foil Camel pack that
she had ripped open to use as an ashtray. Clearly this was the
last joint in that pack. I looked at her hips and the curve of
her breast as she is half turned away from me. I can see her
ribs. She hasn�t an ounce of fat on her body. I feel sort of
mellow and I am totally in love with her. I turn and place my
wine on the nightstand on my side of the bed and wait patiently
for her to complete her task. After she finishes stubbing out the
joint butt, she takes her glass of wine and she rolls back to
face me. She swivels onto her butt and sits with one knee raised;
the other leg splayed up towards the pillows so she has opened
her legs and I see the swell of her vulva straining against the
thin black material of her panties. Her full breasts just held by
the bra. She assumed this pose quickly, not really looking at me
and takes a sip from the glass. As she takes the glass away from
her mouth she tastes the wine on her luscious red lips with a
flick of her tongue, and looks up at me and smiles.

I lose it right there. I jump her and quickly lean forward on my
knees and take her face in my hands and kiss her full on the
lips; trying to suck every breath from her. I am forcing my
tongue into her mouth and she freezes at first and I panic that
she will pull away and throw me back. I feel a flush of deep
embarrassment at my impulsive assault, so I break the kiss and
ease back still holding her face; my eyes furtively dancing over
her face desperately trying to read her reaction. She slowly
smiles and holds my gaze.

�Go on Mandy�don�t stop�� she breathes almost inaudibly.

She has one arm draped over her knee, holding her glass of wine;
and I lean back in and this time she opens her mouth fully for my
kiss. I am feeling this huge shot of yearning in the pit of my
stomach that resonates down into the centre of my groin and the
tops of my legs, and down to my toes. My scalp crawls and tingles
and my heart is pounding. I am trembling as I kiss her
passionately; tongue urgently searching inside her mouth. Her
tongue starts to flick back though she submissively lets me kiss
her. All of my fantasies and dreams of kissing my handsome
fictional men lovers flood back; only this is for real. I tongue
her in much the way I have practiced leaning my lips into the
soft part of a forearm as I lay in bed. Kissing it as if it were
a boy�s mouth, with my other hand slowly scraping and twirling at
my sex and clitoris. Eventually bringing myself to a pleasant but
shallow orgasm. I had practiced that form of fantasizing and
lonely masturbation since the early time I had started blowing
Kyle. Kyle never kissed me; never held me tenderly. It was my way
of completion of the times when I had knelt and fellated him as
his cock jutted from his jeans. Despite his ignorance to my needs
I knew enough about what I thought this moment would need to be
like, to be consummated equally had he participated. So I played
out the culmination in my bed much later, after the oral sex had
finished. Only now I am really kissing a beautiful woman, and not
the image of Kyle, on a soft bed. And she is twelve years older
than me and married with a baby. Eventually she pauses and looks
into my eyes. I hold her face tenderly and she brings her free
hand up to my cheek and trails the backs of her fingertips
lightly back to my ear. This causes an electric shock to hit my
groin hard and I hear myself sob in joy. She smiles and lightly
touches her lips to mine and I try to consume her again but she
chuckles softly and pulls back.

�Wait sweetie�let me get rid of this first,� she breathes softly
as she holds the glass up off her knee.

She turns away from me and I have to let her face go and sit
awkwardly in the middle of the bed. I am waiting for her to put
the glass down and turn back to me. My heart is pounding and my
feelings for her flying as I realize she is totally happy with
what has just happened and the knowledge that there is to be
more. She pauses with her back to me and I am puzzled at the
delay. Then I see her place her rings with their large expensive
diamonds onto the nightstand. She turns back to me and leans into
me, taking me around my shoulders and this time she kisses me.
Now she takes the lead and before I know it she�s got me on my
back. She is so careful in making this move so as not to break
the spell of the moment and soon she has got my bra up under my
chin and she is now working her mouth over my breasts, nipples
and lips, with her fingers replacing her lips whenever they move
on. One moment they are at a nipple, then lightly trailing along
my lips causing me to draw her fingers into my mouth; and then
kneading my hard firm breast. I am melting and eventually the
fingers trail down my tummy and down under the waistband of my
panties, searching for my sex. I know I am gooey. I know my body
well enough from times with Kyle, and masturbation, that I am wet
and her fingers slowly glide into me and I cry into her mouth as
she opens my flower and slowly begins a nagging rhythm up and
down; just inside the inner lips. Stroking and teasing. She draws
back and gazes into my eyes which have watered with tears of joy
and the release of the longing, now consummated; and she kisses
me tenderly as her fingers snake up to my clitoris and I cry out
with an almost hysterical laugh of joy as she hits it and starts
to slowly caress it.

I can�t control myself and I have humped my crotch up to meet her
hand and she chuckles lightly into my mouth. Her other hand has
curled right around my shoulder and she is reaching a nipple with
her fingertips from the far side of my body as she pinches and
twists at it. The light pain and the nagging ache between my
legs, and her tender passionate kissing brings me to the most
fantastic feeling. She adjusts the hand on my sex so that she
curls two fingers as deep into me as the position allows and the
heel of her thumb base now takes over the rubbing of the
clitoris. This is why she has removed her bulky wedding and
engagement rings. So the stones would not cut me in my vagina. I
have never experienced anything like this, and I go rigid as wave
after wave of pure heaven rolls through my body; my butt held up
off the bed as the orgasm hits my inner core in the pit of my
groin and I am crying into her mouth. She breaks the kiss to let
me loudly articulate what I am feeling and I gasp and struggle
for breath as I cum hard on her fingers. Somewhere in this sea of
carnal bliss, the emotion coupled with the wine and the grass
takes over and I weep in hysterical joy at the Nirvana I have
climbed to. As she holds me, gently shushing me and planting
butterfly kisses on my cheeks; her hand cupping my soaking sex as
if protecting it, and I passed out into a beautiful swoon.

***

It took some time to realise that Rita had played me along right
from day one. She admitted she wanted me the first time I baby
sat for her. In fact she had argued with Roger as to who would
take me home that first time. Roger was obviously just as taken
with me and argued she needed to stay in case Lucy woke up, so he
took me home. That actually led directly to Rita and I getting
together alone. So while it was me that came onto her, it was
what she had planned all along. After our relationship had
blossomed into a full blow lesbian type affair, we talked about
this first encounter and the events leading up to it. She
confessed she had had an identical indoctrination to lesbian sex
by a bridge club friend of her mothers; a divorced woman who
often looked after teen aged Rita when her busy parents were out
of town. While the actual circumstances of the first sexual
contact were different to Rita and me, Rita confessed her older
lover had set the scene such that Rita made the first fumbling
overtures. She confessed to more lesbian type relationships than
heterosexual ones but denied she was anything but bisexual at
worst.

�I love men and I love their cocks,� she had said somewhat
crudely, when I had challenged her true orientation. �It�s just
that I go through phases where I have a need to satisfy the
urgings for female contact, that�s all.�

�But you say you have had more female lovers than male lovers,� I
said sheepishly, not wanting to appear argumentative. �Surely
that means you are lesbian.�

In my mind I was sure she was more lesbian than bisexual because
of that.

�No sweetie. What it means is that I have come across more women
than men that I have been attracted to for reasons not solely
sexual. It�s just that the sexual side has come through because
we both wanted it to. But I have had very close, dear, female
friends that there was no sexual attraction for. I still do.� She
explained patiently.

I stared at her trying to understand her logic. She saw the
confusion in my face so went on.

�I think all women have the capacity to love other woman quite
readily. But I don�t think men have the capacity to love other
men the same way. Society supports a natural male homophobic
ideal in the way we teach boys to grow into men and suppresses
male to male emotional contact in the pursuit of men becoming
strong husbands, fathers and providers. Of course, men can be
best friends, but it rarely surfaces at a sexual level. Apart
from those men who find they are gay of course. So for women, it
can be a solid subliminal sisterhood thing that allows us to
relate at a deeper emotional, and seemingly a more intimate level
than men can do with each other. Often we relate to women better
than with our male loved ones. It doesn�t mean we love our men
any less, rather the capacity to hold strong feelings about a
valued female friend is always there.�

I nodded my understanding but in truth could not see her logic. I
did understand the sisterhood explanation. I had felt it with my
own female friends even at my age. But why would women move to
sexual contact more readily than men, unless the lesbian
undercurrent was already there? She saw I was not entirely
convinced.

�Look Mandy; I�ve had two female lovers who were �out� lesbians.
Do you know what I mean by out?� she asked inquiringly.

I nodded I knew what the term meant.

�They were more demanding insecure and emotionally screwed up
than my other bi woman partners or male partners I had, as they
both feared I was like a ripe fruit for any man or woman to
simply pluck me away from them. Well of course they were right in
that sense but only because I felt I was sexually emancipated and
my leaving them would always be my choice, not the choice of the
person I left for.�

She paused to check I was following.

�Conversely I have had bisexual female lovers who also might feel
I could be lured away by someone else, but their attitude to this
was far easier to handle than the neurosis displayed by my two
lesbian partners. I believe because they had the relationship
with men also. I think it is subliminal to a lesbian�s sexual
identity that they have to protect their love interest from both
men and women. Therefore to shore up my staying with them, I had
lots of pressure as to why men were bad for me, and then of
course the basic universal fear that any other woman that I was a
friend with was just trying to get into my pants. Quite frankly
this bored the hell out of me and I broke up with the first one
after only three months.�

She continued.

�Then I had two male partners over the next eleven months; both
ended with mutual respect and I eventually found myself in what
you would term a lesbian relationship again. But this time my
partner was not �out� to me although her friends knew she was a
lesbian. As our relationship developed and after we became fully
sexual, she confessed her true sexual orientation and admitted
she was a lesbian. That she had kept it from me as she feared I
might be repelled by it, believing I might not know about my own
true sexual identity; and perhaps force me away from the woman to
woman contact she so much wanted me share. I accepted her
confession and said it didn�t matter to me what she labeled
herself as and that I still felt deeply for her. She was
absolutely delighted with my attitude to her sexual preference
but unfortunately she became increasingly paranoid I might
deviate back to men or another woman; that I may not be so intent
on a firm relationship. She became controlling towards me in an
effort to shield me from others. She introduced previously
suppressed lesbian dogma into our conversations, such that I felt
I was in danger of being alienated to men. I felt stifled and
becoming marginalized as a free spirit. So eventually I broke it
off amidst tears and accusations of usury, and warnings I would
fail with men as they would fail me. I�ve never been with another
woman since, until you,� she smiled sweetly staring into my eyes�

I melted at her last sentence even though I still couldn�t see
why this differed so much from women and men together. She must
have read my mind because she concluded her speech with;

�I�m not saying for a moment that men cannot be controlling and
jealous or fearful their love interest won�t stray. But their
fears and concerns are dictated by the sexual politics of what we
might call normal expectations in society. To find a mate, marry
and have children. But I truly believe many lesbians are driven
by the years of misunderstanding and repressive behavior by
society, such that they have a greater degree of pressure in
forging relationships. Particularly where a partner like me was
not bound to the same dogma.�

She finished her speech. I guess I had attempted to label her as
more lesbian in her sexual orientation because I was trying to
put my own confusion about my sexuality in context with her
sexual history; drawing an obvious comparison. Her answer did
help but it wasn�t what I was expecting from her. I had already
decided she was a closet lesbian; in a marriage to show
normality. I had no objection with that. But I came to understand
what she was saying in later life but for the time being I took
it that I wasn�t a lesbian, based on her rationale; rather I was
just a young woman able to have a relationship with someone I
loved. It just happens it was a woman not a boy or man. But
unlike Rita who had had numerous girl-girl affairs, she remains
my only girl-girl relationship. I love my husband so much that I
could not consider infidelity with any man or woman. I also
believe that an affair with either gender is infidelity. There
seems to be a prevalent idea that a woman to woman liaison is not
infidelity yet a man with a woman is. This is just plain wrong in
my mind. The breach of faith and the building of a separate
intimacy with another person, male or female, is basically
cheating and a show of contempt for the intimacy that any couple
has built into their relationship as a part of its core
foundation. Rita laughed at me when I suggested that her affair
with me was just as wrong as Roger and his woman in Akron; or
with her with Noel.

�It�s not. It�s far easier because two women together do not
attract suspicion. And it is far less threatening than
conventional heterosexual infidelity,� she scoffed politely. �Men
in particular are most wounded by the thought of another man
climbing between their wife�s legs,� she laughed. �The sex act is
the most sacrilegious thing to men. If another man samples what
he regards as his right; his chattel almost, they are hit hard.
But often the revelation that his wife or partner has strayed
with another woman is erotic and exciting; he longs to be part of
it, not kill it off. Look Mandy, women are far more forgiving and
tolerant of husbands who cheat than husbands forgiving wives that
cheat. Maybe that�s not always the case but I think generally
woman forgive more than men will,� she said firmly. �The emphasis
on sex is less likely to be applied as the overwhelming criteria
by a woman. She most fears the erosion of the emotional side of
her relationship with her man. But with men, it�s mostly just the
sex thing that gets to them.�

I pondered her answer. It was clear that she did not regard our
love as being as seriously unfaithful in a way she had been
unfaithful to Roger with Noel. I was kind of hurt and
disappointed by this answer as I truly loved her; far more than I
believed Noel could have loved her. Or that she loved Noel. I
wanted us to be just as significant, if not more so, than her and
Noel. I believed that Rita did love me but her point of view
tended to play down any sense of infidelity with me. Rather she
seemed to only focus on me as minor when she occasionally
expressed fear of discovery. This made me sad that she could not
see me as just as important in her life as Roger; or at least
Noel. Yes the fact I was underage was a bigger factor given our
age difference. The age of consent in our state for a girl having
sex with male or a female was eighteen. The only concession for a
person having sex with a girl my age was if they were within a
two year age range when statutory rape was downgraded to a sexual
misdemeanor.

We had many evenings together; talking about her sexual
experiences and I opened up about Kyle.

�The asshole,� she exclaimed when I first admitted the oral
affair with Kyle. �He didn�t have the decency to throw a fuck
into you,� she spat as she sucked at the joint we were sharing.

�I was only twelve, not quite thirteen,� I said trying to point
out part of Kyle�s hang-up was my age.

�Geez I had sex with my best friends brother shortly after I was
thirteen,� she crooned. It was lousy but I wanted it. And he was
nineteen,� she added with a grin as she passed me the joint.
�Nineteen and hung like a horse. I never thought it would fit but
wham! All power and no finesse and he spitted me like a barbeque
pig,� she giggled crudely. �I became an instant size queen.�

I toked on the joint and looked at her. Disappointed at the
obvious crude reverie her line of thinking was taking. She made
it worse.

�I�d love to get double teamed by two big black cocks,� she said
wistfully. �Both holes filled to the balls.�

I coughed and spluttered on the joint and she burst out laughing
and rolled back onto the bed pointing at me as her eyes watered
with mirth. I sat red faced at the crude confession and shocked
she could speak about men like this with me sitting naked on her
bedspread; getting a buzz with her before sex. Eventually she
controlled her laughter at my expression and raised herself up
and took the joint and sucked evenly as she inhaled the smoke.
She held it and slowly blew it from the side of her mouth.

�I�m just teasing sweetie. But I hope you come to value the feel
of a nice hard cock in your sweet pussy, the way I did,� she said
as she turned and started to carefully brush the embers of the
joint into a small saucer she had brought to the bedroom to use
as a temporary ash tray.

She saw the look of disappointment on my face as I sat before
her; legs splayed open and sitting up looking at her.

�Oh sweetie I�ve shocked you,� she said softly and reached a hand
around my neck, leaning into kiss me tenderly, and slid her
fingers into my moistening sex. �I�ll make it up to you. I want
to suck your clitoris until you scream for me to stop,� she said
breathlessly as her fingers trailed over my clitoris and I
trembled with lust at her words.

And she did.

***

Following our first sexual encounter, she cuddled me and
eventually I regained my consciousness and she held me and smiled
as she gazed lovingly into my eyes.

�You did it sweetie. That was so beautiful. You are so
beautiful,� she crooned as she stroked my tousled blond hair.

My body felt like it was immersed in warm mud and couldn�t move
to get out of it. Yet I didn�t want to as the feeling suspended
me in a sort of semi-conscious bliss. Within twenty minutes of
the first explosion, she held me tenderly and she awkwardly
stripped us both naked. After rolling the blankets back off the
foot of the bed she taught me how to reciprocate the sex with her
by teaching me to finger her sex and clitoris, just as she had
done to me. After I learned the pace and pressure she sought, she
slowed my eager moves and drew me up and kissed me slowly while
looking into my eyes.

�I want you to go down on me sweetie,� she breathed into my mouth
as she slowly flicked her tongue around mine.

�I...I don�t know how,� I gasped as her kisses pummeled my
resistance.

She was arousing me all over again by this seductive foreplay.
�Don�t worry sweetie,� she panted. �It will come naturally,� she
cooed and holding my gaze with a look of pure lust, she lightly
presses on my shoulders, urging me down her body.

She was right. I instinctively knew what to do and within a
matter of a few short erotic moments, I was eating her to heaven,
my fingers curled inside of her just as she had done to me.  Only
this time it was my tongue curling over the hood at the top of
her vulva, as I lapped at her clitoris. Not the heel of her hand
like she had used on me while masturbating me to that first
shuddering orgasm. She came hard as she went through a physical
release that no doubt she was very familiar with but amplified by
the fact it was brought about by her new conquest. Her new
recruit who was ready and willing to follow instruction and
direction. And for my part I reveled in her crying out my name as
she gasped and sobbed as my mouth and lips savaged her clit; and
my hand was forced hard into her as she grabbed my wrist to see
if she could get it deeper inside of her. My other hand was
squeezing a nipple hard while her other hand was holding my head
on the spot between her legs. The squeezing of nipples and my
hand jammed hard into her did not seem to hurt her in the
slightest; rather it all seemed to add to her pleasure of the
sex.

Afterwards we rested for about an hour, dozing in each others
embrace on the top of the bed sheet. I was roused when she moved
to get off. The bedside light aon her night stand was still on,
and I was vaguely aware Lucy was crying. Rita disappeared out the
door, pulling the light housecoat she had worn the evening before
around her body, as she hurried to her daughter. She returned
about forty minutes later. I had gone to the bathroom and
relieved myself and when I returned to the bed I pulled the
discarded top sheet up and over me and I fell back into a doze.
She eased into bed beside me and lightly roused me so I rolled
towards her. She rolled me on my back and half flattened across
my upper body and we kissed passionately and she started to
caress my nipples and breasts as she slowly brought me back to
consciousness; my heart pounding and the languid ache starting to
flood over my body. She didn�t seem to have enough hands and lips
and as she kissed my mouth, twirled my nipples and kneaded my
breast, the ache in the pit of my groin cried out for
stimulation. I turned my groin into her leg and she moved it
between my legs and worked my sex with her knee. I went at it
willingly and feverishly humping the leg as she chuckled into my
mouth as my eagerness grew.

�I have something special for you my lovely,� she breathed and
loosing her hold around my shoulder she trailed her mouth from
one nipple to the next, and after nibbling lightly, slowly down
my stomach and over my pubis.

Her hands replaced here mouth on each nipple as her lips moved
down my body and she squeezed them hard and I gasped and moaned
as the pain shot through my body in a delicious hypnotic ache and
I groaned and pushed my sex hard into her knee; as the arousal
seemed amplified by the pain in my breasts.  She moved the knee
out of my crotch and I groaned at the loss of pressure and tried
to trail after it by swiveling my hips in search of the delicious
hard object that had rubbed my clitoris. She chuckled lightly
once more; just before an electric shock went through the core of
my pelvis at the centre of my lower body flooding through me up
into my scalp and down my arms and legs to fingertips and toes.
Flashing through me as a willing conductor; brought about by the
touch of her mouth lazily trailing the length of my labial slit
and flicking across my engorged clitoris. I came almost
immediately; bucking and crying out until I sobbed and wept in
pleasure at the orgasm she had so quickly brought on with her
mouth. If I thought this was the end of it, I felt the burning
urge to have her eat me totally; to consume me. And when
finished, hopefully consume me some more. For another eternity,
her mouth worked my clitoral area and she slowly eased three
fingers as deep into my sopping sex as my body could take.
Manipulating and gaining millimeters as she pushed at the same
time as her mouth ravaged my clitoral area. Her one free hand
pinched the nipples in turn and I was aware I was crying; tears
of pleasure streaming down my cheeks. And there was a voice
babbling incoherently as both of my hands crushed her head
between my legs. It was my voice. When she painfully pushed her
pinky into my dry anus, the shot of new pain coupled with the
pain in my nipples and the pleasure between my legs made me cum
so hard that I nearly wet myself, and eventually I passed out.

The next thing I was aware of was it daybreak and I was alone
under a single bed sheet. I slowly took in the sight of the
bedroom which was bathed in sunlight as she had pulled the heavy
drapes before she had left the room. I slowly roused myself off
the bed and sat on the side; fatigued and somewhat unsteady with
a dry taste in my mouth. As my senses returned I realised I had a
slight headache. I smiled wanly to myself; I have a hangover. I
licked my lips which felt dry and took several deep breaths and
stood up. I had to grab the bed for support as I suddenly felt
woozy. I allowed myself to get over the shock of standing too
quickly and eventually I was able to stand without supporting
myself by holding the bed. Unlike Rita, I had no bathrobe so I
staggered unsteadily to the bathroom and sat naked on the toilet
and peed for what seemed like an eternity. As I sat there with my
arms resting on my thighs; hands clasped loosely at the
fingertips, I recalled the events of the night before. The joint
and the wine that had loosened me up; making a trifecta of
intoxication with Rita�s body. And the reverse seduction when she
had taken over from my clumsy advances on her; and in a crash
course taught me the ways of lesbian sex. I recognized the faint
odor of her sex under my nose. Her smell still faintly evident on
my top lip. Instinctively I raised first one hand then the other
to my nose and detected the same odor on my fingers. I smiled a
self satisfied smile as I remembered the delicious painful
pleasure of her doing me thoroughly with her mouth and hands. I
stood up and bowing my legs, I bent over and wiped my sex with a
wad of toilet paper and paused as I touched my anal pucker
lightly; I recalled the little finger buried in my anus next to
the three fingers jammed in my sex. I shuddered with a slight
sense of embarrassment recalling her digit sodomizing my intimate
place. With the toilet flushed I moved and washed my hands. My
hair was mussed up so I ran my hands through it and arranged the
long tresses over my shoulder. Looking at myself in the mirror, I
couldn�t help but blush and smile mawkishly at my reflection.

�You did it,� I whispered barely able to control my grin.

I noted two white toweling robes hanging behind the bathroom door
and turned and took the shorter of the two. This would be Rita�s.
I put it on and belted it around me and jammed my hands in the
pockets and wandered out of the bedroom and along to the nursery.
It was empty so I went downstairs and found Rita sitting on the
couch and feeding Lucy her morning formula. She grinned at me as
I walked in.

�Hi there sleepy head,� she called brightly and smiled at me.
�Come and give me a kiss,� she said lowering her voice to a soft
svelte tone; and a lustful stare that looked like she wanted to
eat me.

I willingly obliged and sat next to her and we kissed lightly as
she continued to feed Lucy. Eventually she had to lift the little
girl and rub her back to help release the wind that had built up
in her tummy as she drank the formula from the bottle. This was
so great. Almost like we three were a family. After burping Lucy
she placed her back in her crib with a hard biscuit made to help
the little girls teething, we showered together and our hands
slid all over our bodies as we kissed under the cascading water
and eventually our fingers slid into each other. We masturbated
each other to a pleasant if somewhat shallow orgasm, before
leaving the shower to drying off and dress.

�This has to go,� she grinned trailing her fingers through my
pubic hair as we toweled ourselves dry.

I grinned sheepishly at her suggestion.

�I had too many of these stuck in my throat,� she chuckled.

So using one of Roger's disposable razors, we shaved my pubis and
surrounding labial area. As bald as when I was ten years old.
Just like she was now. We stood and looked at my newly denuded
pubis and she grinned and lightly ran her fingers over it. She
quickly dropped to haunches and planted a kiss on it. I half
turned towards her and touched her hair lightly pushing my crotch
to her face and she looked up at me and grinned.

�You�re becoming insatiable Mandy,� she chuckled.

She stood up and taking my shoulders, she kissed me tenderly.

�Now you�ll have to keep yourself smooth just like me,� she
cooed.

I grinned and nodded.

�Come on sweetie. I have a little person to tend to,� and she
turned and left the bathroom.

I followed and we dressed quickly and she asked me to make the
bed and get rid of the cigarette packet she had used as an
ashtray, as well as the nearly empty wine bottle and the glasses
from the night before. Rita took Lucy from the crib and placed
her in a playpen in the family area as we had breakfast and I
occasionally padded across to Lucy and fed her small pieces of
waffle and syrup as Rita chatted and fluffed about while she
cleared the dishes from breakfast. She took Lucy from her playpen
and disappeared to change the child�s diaper. I sat, and holding
my juice in two hands with my elbows pressed on the table, just
smiled in a sort of goofy uncontrolled way, as I remembered the
most wonderful night of my life.

As Rita drove me home at about ten that Saturday morning, with
little Lucy strapped in her car seat in the back, her voice was
low and serious as she told me we needed to be totally
circumspect about our future time together. This was after I had
lightly complained about going home now and why couldn�t we
convince my parents of the need for a second sleepover to
baby-sit Lucy? But she said it was best this way so as not to
arouse any suspicion. So we continued seeing each other exactly
as we had been; Roger continued to lie about his whereabouts when
he left on business trips and mom and dad never suspected the
weekly babysitting excursions to Rita�s was for the two of us to
have great sex. She did not go back to seeing her lover Noel;
mostly because of me but also because the idiot had compromised
their secrecy. Rita always gave me a twenty dollar note and I
baulked at this as I said it seemed like it was payment for sex.
She chided my analogy with a prostitute and pointed out she had
to pay as my parents expected it. It would seem unusual if
suddenly I was not paid for the regular babysitting duty. I
agreed and admonished myself for not spotting the obvious.

Rita and I were lovers for over fifteen months. That watershed in
my sexuality with girl to woman sex was just our beginning. She
taught me everything she knew about lesbian sex. Some of it we
learned together as she bought a few sex toys and we gradually
introduced a range of dildos of various sizes, and a very nice
vibrator that plugged into the wall socket. We administered these
to each other in a turn and it brought about a nice kinkiness to
our sex. True to her claim that she liked cock; big cock, she
liked being penetrated and she often knelt while I used the
larger dildoes in her. She introduced me to deep full anal
penetration; not just the frantic sodomizing with her pinky
during oral and vaginal penetration with the fingers. She
confessed it was something she had always enjoyed. Even when
Roger took her in the missionary position, she welcomed one or
two fingers pushed inside her anus. He was a willing sodomite as
he slid his fingers against his cock sheathed through the thin
wall between her vagina and her anal cavity. At first it was just
with a lubed finger as I knelt before her crouching behind me.
Gradually she conditioned me for two greased fingers, and
eventually I could take the smaller dildo inserted while she
either applied the larger one to my vagina or lay between my legs
as she ate me and sodomized me with the small toy. After this
gradual initiation, I could take a larger dildo deep in my
stretched anus while she worked my clitoris and vagina over with
a doppelganger to a male cock. We did behave like a couple of
Lesbians yet she vehemently maintained she was a confirmed
heterosexual and she and Roger still had their regular conjugal
sex. She confessed he was actually a very good lover; adept at
going down on her and giving her good orgasms with penetration.
She knew he was still seeing the woman in Akron but because of
the relationship we had, she did not let it bother her as she had
done before. I accepted her marital situation and I was only to
happy to have our time together, just as it was. I was in love;
it just happens it was with an older woman.

About a year after our affair began, Roger suddenly stopped
traveling away when he received a promotion which saw him assume
a general manager�s role; and someone else took over the sales
function he had held. We had to switch the babysitting ruse to me
now turning up after school at least two days a week as Rita�s
home help. The story was she was working part time now that Lucy
was two and she needed the extra help around the house. Mom was
really happy Mrs. Black had �taken me under her wing� and she
remarked how much more sensible I had become. The grounding for
kicking Kevin in the groin was finally lifted and I could resume
normal social relations with my friends. With Roger being at home
all the time, evening visits were out and contact time with Rita
confined to no more than an hour and half each visit. I started
to notice that Rita was less critical of him as she once had
been. In fact she seemed to be more complimentary about him as a
husband, and a father to Lucy. I hated this change but I couldn�t
do anything about it. It started to gnaw away at me that he was
potentially having sex with her on the days I had had afternoon
sex with her. My belief I was her only love, at least for the
days he was away, had vanished now he was at home seven nights a
week.

All good things must end as they say. Rita announced to me one
day that she was pregnant again. I was stunned. I couldn�t
understand why she would have another child with him given his
past infidelity. She explained that she and Roger had talked
often about their marriage and without prompting or entrapment;
he had finally admitted his affair and owned up to Rita about
Penny his lover in Akron. Confessing to her that penny was his
long time lover through both his marriages. Of course she already
knew this but his change in heart to voluntarily admit his
cheating ways led her to a decision their marriage was worth
saving. She cried, raged and yelled at him so he would not
suspect she already knew, and tearfully gave him an ultimatum to
leave Penny in Akron. Realizing she was not about to throw him
out, he pointed out that his new job removed any need to travel
anyway; and with it any temptation to visit Akron. But the
clincher was he also confessed that Penny had already dumped him
as he had continually pushed back at her pleas for him to leave
Rita. Twice now Penny had played mistress to him with his wife.
The breakup with Penny was some months before he stopped
traveling away. He impressed on Rita that he had stopped the
affair before his work situation dictated it. Penny may well have
dumped him but he had no stomach to try to keep it going. He
cried and swore he loved Rita and Rita only.

I was sad she was pregnant as I saw it as a huge threat to us, as
it now endorsed Roger in her feelings; despite reassuring me she
still had feelings for me. What I never banked on, and didn�t
really realize it until some years later, was that her body was
changing early in pregnancy and the hormonal changes with it
affected her in a number of ways. I noticed she became less
erotic; sometimes impatient to get it over with and get me out of
the house earlier than normal. And the penetration with toys
became a no-no; even anally. She also stopped wanting to
penetrate me which she had always done with great enthusiasm. And
she was increasingly paranoid about discovery and the large
difference in our ages and me being under age. I slipped into a
feeling of foreboding about us, and finally one day after we had
had perfunctory oral sex, she sat up on the bed with her knees up
and her arms draped over them, head down; and started sobbing
uncontrollably about the bad thing she had done with me. Well no
matter how I tried to tell her it was all right, she couldn�t be
consoled. I left feeling absolutely terrified she was working up
to break up with me. My fear proved well founded as the next time
I dropped by, after she had made tender love to me and I was
buoyed she seemed back to normal, she told me it must end as she
cradled me in her arms. This time it was me who sobbed
uncontrollably. Stricken, as my worst fears were realised. For
nearly an hour she reasoned with me to accept the inevitable.
That she would always love me but it was time for us both to
resume a normal life. Her with Roger and Lucy and preparations
for their new baby, and me with being the vivacious teenager she
said I was.

She said I should start seeing boys. Or maybe quietly seeing
girls of my own age if I felt in my sexual orientation was
leaning towards being a lesbian. I wailed I wanted neither and
only wanted her but eventually I realised she would not back down
on the decision she aad clearly thought over carefully. As I
finally left to go home for dinner, she took my face in her hands
while we stood inside the closed front door; her with a three
month bump of pregnancy just touching me, and both of us sobbing
as she told me it was best I never came back again. She broke my
heart all over again with her words and I protested we could
still be friends and I could come and help as she progressed
further through her pregnancy. And perhaps after her baby was
born. But she said it would mean we would never stop the bad
thing we had started, and slowly opened the door and gently
pushed me from the doorway. With a painful tearful look, she
closed the door in my face. I banged the door for a few minutes
but she never opened it to me again. I composed myself as best I
could; the words �bad thing we had started� ringing in my ears,
and staggered aimlessly down the walk to mom�s car. I drove to a
small wooded area and parked and cried and cried. It was the best
thing to do as I was able to vent some of my pain and eventually
compose myself enough to drive home for dinner. I went straight
up to my room and threw myself on the bed and wept until mom
eventually called us to eat. Thad sensed something was wrong in
me but apart from a veiled quizzical look we both could give each
other when we knew the other was troubled, he said nothing to
create any interest by my parents in me toying with my food. I
was never a big eater so leaving a nearly full plate did not
arouse mom�s suspicion that something might be amiss with me.

I tried to go back to Rita but she became agitated and quite
hostile at my sudden reappearance. She would not open the door
and remained resolute as she brusquely ordered me to go away and
leave her alone. So the relationship had withered and died. I was
in a deep depression for a few weeks but I was able to hide it
from mom. Thad tried once to broach my apparent situation but I
warned him off. He didn�t argue or push the point; having at
least shown concern, so his conscience was clear. Eventually when
I got a hold of myself, I realized I was almost seventeen and my
dad and mom had no problem with me starting dating. To my
surprise I met a really terrific guy who had transferred to our
school. He was a senior and I surprised myself by falling for him
almost immediately. Was I on the rebound from Rita? I can�t say
but it seemed so natural being with Brian that I gradually dated
myself out of my longing for Rita. Brian wasn�t the one to
properly take my virginity. Despite the countless penetrations by
Rita�s hands and toys, I had still never let a man penetrate me.
To my surprise, my full experience of sex with Rita had not
whetted my appetite for more sex, but instead I became somewhat
circumspect when looking for the person who I was totally
comfortable with for such a major event in my life. I was
actually nineteen when I surrendered my virginity willingly to my
third serious boyfriend Adam; now my husband of eight years. And
we have three year old Kyle; named after my first childhood lover
Kyle who was killed in the first Desert Storm. I tried to
convince Adam that our first daughter be called Rita. He frowned
and laughed a little derisively and muttered �Lovely Rita Meter
Maid� and made it clear he did not favor the name. So we are
going to have a Sophie, if blessed with a girl. His mother�s name
is Sophia.

Yes I got over Rita who had her baby. Of course she never called
me to baby-sit again and mom was somewhat curious at the sudden
stop in my visiting her. I lamely passed it off with the lie that
she had taken a five-day-a-week housekeeper to get her through
her pregnancy and the first months of having her baby son home.
But of course even after that time she would never ask me back.
Mom had forgotten about it by then anyway. I was soon to graduate
and we were looking at colleges. I thought I�d never loved anyone
so completely again. Adam and my gorgeous precious son Kyle
changed that. But I will never forget my first real love. The
dazzlingly seductive and erotic Rita. My secret is safe and it
remains the thing I sometimes find myself thinking about; like
now as I sit in the sun and Kyle plays in the yard. They say
everyone has one true secret for life. Mine is a doozey!


THE END

� ROMANY 2007. Please do not edit copy or post this article
without the author�s permission

Also by Romany �Amanda is a Musical Prodigy� and �Amanda Loves
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