Chronicles of Suran, by Catherine N.X. (catherinenx@yahoo.com). Author's
website: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/holokittynx/www
(ASSM) Story codes: Fg, rom, inc, ped, cons, lac, toys, mast, ScFi, FF.
Vignette codes: Fg, rom, inc, ped, cons, lac, toys, mast, ScFi, FF.
Chapter codes: Fg, rom, inc, ped, cons, lac, mast, ScFi. (Catherine N.X.)
Third person - childlove, lesbian, mother/daughter, semi-utopian.
Synopsis: A fictional island democracy where childlove is legal, as seen
through romantic and political vignettes focusing on the people who live
there.
Copyright notice: Plain text and PDF copies of this story may be freely
distributed provided they retain all story codes and credits, including my
e-mail address.
Rachel, chapter four.
Friday, 7th December, 2074.
"Ow...got too much wasabi." Sonja sat across from Karen, the latter
wincing as the former held her nose and exhaled rapidly. After a moment
Sonja's eyes watered as the burning from the wasabi migrated from the roof
of her mouth into her nose. Water helped only a little, and Karen had to
stifle a mischievous giggle while Sonja sat out the paste's assault on her
nasal cavity. Sonja glared at her date and drank more water as the burning
subsided, and Karen held her hands up. "Hey, can't say I didn't warn you."
"I have wasabi probably once a week and still get too much sometimes."
As Sonja wiped her eyes Karen sipped ginger ale and asked, "So you're not
much into American food?" Sonja shook her head. "Too heavy, too greasy.
Dana loves it, especially hot dogs and burgers." Karen grinned openly.
"Heh...the last time I saw her she had a burrito the size of a liter-bottle
in her mouth. She eats like a pig, but she does work it off."
"How long have you been her trainer?"
"I'm not anymore, since I started working at Syler's Gym across town.
But...let me think...I started at the Bally's in Adanji Falls last June,
and she joined a month later...I left two weeks ago...so, about a year and
a half."
Sonja's tongue was still burning a little, so she gulped down the rest
of her water and signaled the waitress for a refill. Karen decided on a
change of subject, since even she didn't consider her job a very
entertaining conversation topic. It wasn't that the job itself was boring,
but Karen never found talking about athletics anywhere near as interesting
as actually participating in them. "You mentioned you were an architect?"
Sonja lit up. "I am. I work for VGS-Janssen. You know the new soccer
stadium on Lavelle?" Karen nodded, and Sonja continued as their waitress
refilled her water. "That was us. I did the entrance and food court.
Mostly I get small commercial projects these days. Until the state Senate
figures out what land they want to give the private sector with this year's
commercial development allowance for Tashkana, most of my work for the
foreseeable future'll be on Kessler or in Australia." Karen nodded,
impressed since she considered even the entrance to the stadium a big-time
project. "So tell me about your daughter." Sonja's parenthood had been the
elephant in the room on their first date, since Karen hadn't dated anyone
with kids before and wasn't sure if she should be wary about it.
"Rachel's six. Loves art. Loves the color blue. Eats breakfast at all
hours of the day. Total smartass, which is my fault for being one too.
She's awesome." Recalling all of the things she loved about her baby,
Sonja's eyes drifted a bit before she looked back to Karen. "I have to
admit, I wasn't really sure I wanted to date anyone right now." Karen's
brow furrowed a bit as she asked, "Because you have a daughter?" Sonja
sipped her water and shook her head. "It just seems like lately I haven't
had much interest. I've got the free time, and Rachel's dad takes her out
on the town as much as I do."
"Were you and her dad involved?" Sonja smiled and shook her head.
"Takeshi's just as gay as I am, but he's been my best friend since grade
school. Once I was absolutely sure I wanted a child, he was my first
choice for a donor. He lives right behind us. Rachel loves having both of
our backyards to play in, and she's got a playroom in his house. She loves
his husband Geoff too. Listening to them at the dinner table you'd think
Geoff wasn't any older than she is."
Karen laughed and asked, "So what changed your mind about dating?" Sonja
thought for a moment. "Well, Rachel's starting to discover herself
sexually. And apparently part of that discovery is nibbling on Mommy. And
I realize that I do miss that kind of affection. But I can't possibly
expect Rachel to fulfill my needs. I just get to fulfill hers." Karen
smiled. "Aww, that's sweet. The youngest girl I've been with was 14, but
it must be adorable seeing someone Rachel's age have that kind of fun."
Sonja grinned and nodded, and said, "It is. I just love the fact that she
doesn't have any inhibitions at all. My parents didn't yell at me for
playing with myself or anything, but you know. It just wasn't as openly
celebrated back then. She's not afraid at all, and that just makes my
whole decade. I guess the whole thing has just reminded me of what I've
been missing."
"Have you dated much since you had her?" Sonja thought for a moment
about what would constitute dating 'much' and answered, "Well, there was
that woman at last year's Saturnalia party, but that was basically a
one-nighter. About six months before that I broke it off with this woman
I'd been seeing on and off for a year. She just wasn't around enough, with
her job." Karen's pie and Sonja's cheesecake arrived, and Karen started on
her dessert before asking what Sonja's last girlfriend had done for a
living. "Insurance adjuster. That's why she traveled so much. It was
just a little too creepy hearing her talk about her job, anyway." Karen
giggled through a mouthful of cherries and replied after swallowing, "I
heard that. I dated this one chick who was a paramedic. Somehow I
expected her to be a little less...callous about her work. Or maybe
talking so nonchalantly about it was just her way of dealing with the
stress. Either way it wasn't going to work out for more reasons than I can
even name. We just weren't compatible, really."
Sonja found herself watching Karen's dark brown eyes as she spoke; large
and soft, they seemed to draw her in as if they had their own gravity. In
them Sonja could see Karen's emotions - the pensiveness as she analyzed her
old relationships. They talked for nearly an hour, fluidly and without
realizing how long they had been sitting until a low pitched chime sounded
on Karen's PDA. When she checked it, the screen said "Frosty Stout" would
start in twenty-five minutes.
"Movie starts in almost half an hour." Sonja's eyes widened a bit as she
said, "Well, I'd better go to the restroom." Karen picked up her purse.
"Me too."
As they prepared to leave the restroom, Sonja found herself watching
Karen in the long mirror above the sinks. She wore very little makeup -
only mascara, lip gloss and a bit of pale eyeshadow. She could have gone
without any; her smooth dark chocolate skin, wire-rimmed glasses and
slightly pursed lips were all the decoration she needed. The warm diffuse
light from the restaurant's omnipresent recessed fixtures softened every
facet of Karen's face. Only a low beep from her PDA drew away her
attention. It was a reminder to check in on Rachel and Takeshi. Rachel
had spent the evening at her dad's house, and Sonja wanted to let them know
when she and Karen would get home. She excused herself for a moment and
stepped out onto the sidewalk to call Takeshi.
"Hi, honey. Is she asleep yet?"
"Like a rock. What do you think of your date?"
Sonja inhaled for a moment, trying to take stock of just how perfect an
evening she was having. "She's really cute. I don't know - Karen's just
easy to talk to. She mentioned her last girlfriend and I could imagine
getting on with that woman exactly as Karen did." Takeshi made a sound as
if he were sipping something. "You see her as someone who thinks like you.
It's been a while since I dated anyone for the first time, but that's
probably the best start. Well, I'll have Rachel's things ready to go when
you get here. Which showing are you gonna see?"
Sonja checked the time. "It's only 8:34, so we'll be able to catch the
8:50 show like we planned. That should have us back at about a quarter to
11. See you then?"
"Sure thing. Have fun, babe. Love you."
"Love you too, hon. Bye." Karen emerged from the restaurant with keys
in hand just as Sonja put away her PDA, and Sonja was quick to sidle up to
her for a kiss. Karen smiled mischievously, and accepted the young
mother's advance demurely. They parted for a moment, and Sonja looked into
her date's eyes. "On the one hand I wish I'd done this sooner. On the
other, I'm glad I waited until you were available." Karen grinned and
offered Sonja her arm. "True, it's not every day you get to go out with a
cute trainer." Taking her arm, the architect laughed aloud. "Gorgeous and
modest. Aren't you the complete package."
"You too. Wanna drive, or should we go for a walk?" Sonja's gaze
shifted from her date's eyes to the glittering avenue around them, and held
her arm closer. "A walk sounds lovely."
Friday night was, of course, the busiest weeknight. The theater was
operating at close to capacity, but online box offices and well-planned
entrances made getting to and from one's seat far less of an ordeal. The
two women settled in not far from the center entrance to the auditorium,
iced coffees in hand.
When they were seated, Karen took a sip of her coffee and turned to
Sonja. "What have you heard about this one?" Sonja took her lips from her
own straw and shrugged. "Besides what I mentioned last night, not much. I
just really like Jake Quinlan. Did you see his show 'Quintessential'?"
Karen nearly shot iced coffee from her nose. She recovered from a bout of
giggling to reply, "I thought I'd die. I actually had to pause it a few
times, I was laughing so hard. That bit about procrastinating just got
completely out of hand. I loved it."
Sonja put on her best Quinlan impression. "So there I was in this CTA
agent's office. I tried to explain - you know, I just thought about filing
my tax return last week. It's not like I wasn't gonna do it..." The pace
of Sonja's delivery was off, but her inflection was pretty close to
Quinlan's girlishly nasal accent - a bouncy Australian cadence mellowed by
over a decade living in Suran. Karen laughed out loud, but her reply was
interrupted by the explosive introduction to a trailer for an upcoming
film. Massive walking robots waged kung-fu combat against each other,
neither apparently equipped with any weapons. When it became clear that
the robots were not war machines but designed for staged tournaments, the
fighting made a little more sense. As the premise was fleshed out a bit
more, the plot actually seemed feasible. The film was set in a future
where this combat was simply a popular sport, with huge amounts of money
invested in each machine. Most of the film apparently dealt with the
business behind the combat, and the lives of the robots' operators and
builders. Boiled down to its essential plot, it was basically the same as
dozens of other sports films. Neither Sonja nor Karen saw the appeal.
Finally the opening credits for 'Frosty Stout' started, and within five
minutes half the theatre was laughing aloud. Quinlan and his costar Lamont
Williams managed to make plausible a Lucille Ball-esque chain of events
which left them certain that opening their own brewery would be the best
thing since sliced bread. Of course, neither of their families thought
this was a good way to spend the beginning of their marriage. The
requisite calamities that followed built on their frustration, until
finally they gave up on the brewery only to find that selling it brought
them more money than they had expected to make in years of running it
themselves. The final scene was of them on a new boat some miles from
shore, Williams wondering how to operate its motor while Quinlan burned
dinner in its small kitchen.
The intensity of Sonja and Karen's amusement grew in time with the
flustered confusion of the main characters, which gave way only to scenes
that explained how they managed to put up with each other. They had
basically the same virtues and flaws, and seemed to intuitively understand
each other enough to find each other's foibles endearing. It worked
because it was honest, and thankfully nothing truly impossible (as in, say,
a Leslie Nielsen movie) happened that might spoil the film's believability.
As they left the theatre, neither Sonja nor Karen could stop recounting
the truly silly events they had just witnessed as portrayed by two truly
silly actors. The familiarity bred of laughing like idiots for an hour and
a half with each other made it almost second nature for them to hold hands
as they left. The levity of the film tinted most of the drive from the
theatre to Sonja's house, but Karen was able to stifle her giggles long
enough to stop Sonja at the front door with a hand on her waist. The kiss
that followed was hardly casual or friendly. Being as completely
comfortable as she was with Sonja made Karen's attraction to her that much
more intense. The kiss she planted on her date's lips wasn't just to say
'I enjoyed our evening,' or 'I'd consider dating you again.' It was more to
say, 'I'm comfortable enough to say that I want you in the naughtiest
possible way. But goodnight.'
The sly, seductive look in Sonja's eyes as they broke the kiss told
Karen all she wanted to know. "So this'll be happening again." Karen
smiled and giggled back, "I guess so. When do you want me to call?"
"Surprise me." Sonja pursed her lips, and turned toward the door to open
it. Just as she closed it, she gave Karen her most girlish wave. As soon
as the lock engaged she spun around as if dancing in a snowfall. She
stopped and steadied herself just in time to see Takeshi staring at her
from the living room, stifling laughs. "You got it bad." Sonja followed
Takeshi into the kitchen, where he had left a plate of strawberry pie.
"She likes Jake Quinlan."
"Who doesn't?"
"Yeah, but how many people know his stand-up?"
"He does stand-up?"
"I thought so. Have a seat, dear." Takeshi made a show of pouting as he
sat before his unfinished snack and Sonja moved to the seat opposite his. A
dreamy look crossed her face, as if she were a little girl who had just
gotten a kiss from her favorite screen heartthrob. She sighed with
awareness of how smitten she looked, and her gaze met Takeshi's. "I want
her. I want her bad." She picked a piece of crust from his plate and bit
it in half. "I believe it. Any idea when she'll call?" Sonja shook her
head. "I don't care when, as long as it's tomorrow night."
Takeshi rolled his eyes and finished his last bite of pie. "Everything
from dinner's in the dishwasher already. I think I'll call it a night.
We'll probably be out for 3 or 4 hours tomorrow." He placed his dessert
plate in the dishwasher, and he and Sonja walked to the patio door with
their arms around each other's waists. As they neared the door Sonja
asked, "What time do you want to go shopping tomorrow?" Takeshi thought for
a moment. "I wanna sleep in for a while and I'm sure Geoff wants to too,
so...how's one?" Sonja nodded. "Perfect." They hugged and said goodnight
as Takeshi sidled out the door onto the patio. As he headed back to his
house, the motion-activated backyard lights illuminated the grass. As he
stepped into his house, Sonja drew the curtains and went to the dishwasher
to turn it on.
When Sonja got to the door of her bedroom, she immediately recognized
her baby's snoring. She changed into pajamas as quietly as possible, and
slid between the covers to curl up around Rachel. The warmth of the bed
and her little girl's body against her own made it easy for Sonja to doze
off, despite thoughts of dining out and a movie and a cute personal trainer
dancing in her head.
Saturday, 8th December, 2074.
As soon as Rachel realized she was awake, she felt her mother's body
heat on her back. She opened her eyes and rolled over, the movement just
enough to rouse Sonja from a good night's rest. Sonja smiled and kissed
her daughter's lips, and they resettled their heads on the pillow with
their foreheads resting against each other.
"How was your date?" Sonja let out a yawn worthy of the laziest
housecat, and replied, "A blast and three-quarters. Did you have fun last
night?" Rachel outdid her mother's yawn. "Yeah. All the Saturnalia
decorations are finished. We're gonna get your presents tomorrow. Is she
nice?" Sonja smiled. "Of course, or I wouldn't have gone out with her
again. She's so cuuuuute...and sweet...and...well, anyway. You'd like
her." Rachel furrowed as much brow as she had to furrow, making a show of
squinting suspiciously. "Someone likes her." Sonja laughed out loud.
"Bite me, kid."
"Okay." Rachel meant to play vampire and pretend she was biting a la
Bela Lugosi, but all Sonja felt was a soft kiss. A soft kiss directly on
the 'sweet spot' very few partners had ever been able to find. She moaned
and shuddered, curling up around her daughter and barely stifling a gasp as
she felt herself moisten. Rachel looked up into her eyes. "Hm?"
An experienced lover might not have known what Sonja's sweet spot could
do, and Sonja giggled at the irony. Her last two girlfriends hadn't even
been able to find it most of the time, while her little girl had stumbled
across it. Even the kiss had been perfect - gentle, dry, playful. "You
don't even know what a sweet spot is, do you?" Rachel shook her head as
much as possible with it resting on a pillow. "I don't think everybody's
got one. But mine's right there on my neck. It just...I don't know what
it does. It just feels really good. Sometimes in a sexual sense. I bet
you've got one. Want me to find it?" Rachel arched one eyebrow.
"Riiiiiight. Okay."
Sonja tilted her face forward and nibbled her way along the side of
Rachel's neck, starting just below her right ear and moving down until
Rachel reacted as if she was being tickled. Immediately Sonja stopped at
that point and changed the light nibbling into slightly firmer kissing.
The effect was unmistakable - Rachel tilted her head toward her mother's
kiss, even though it meant lifting her head from the pillow. "Mmmm."
"You feel something?" Rachel put one hand to the place that had just
surprised her with its tenderness. "Yeah. But I felt it all over. That's
neat. Do it again?" Sonja smiled and took directly to the same spot,
treating it exactly as she would want her own treated. Rachel didn't know
erogenous reflexology, but she knew what she liked. She held onto her
mother's shoulders and gradually turned onto her back, inviting Sonja to
hover above her daughter and continue pleasuring her sweet spot. Rachel
almost involuntarily hugged her thighs together as she felt the tickling in
her neck trigger a pleasant warmth in her privates.
She moved one tiny wrist to press against the thin cotton covering her
vulva, and decided she needed to play with herself and see what would
happen. As she gently pushed Sonja onto her back to snuggle against her
from above, she found herself straddling a thigh that perfectly separated
her legs and pressed into her sex. She had thought of putting her hand in
her PJs, but this was even better. All her weight was on the soft padding
of her outer lips, and they sandwiched everything else together. Sonja
held Rachel's bottom and gently elevated her thigh against her pelvis,
aware that their current position was probably having just the effect on
her daughter that it was. "How does this feel?" Distracted by the warmth
and pressure between her legs, Rachel took a moment to reply. When she
finally did, her response was merely to nod and start rubbing against her
mother.
Sonja knew how reliable a form of stimulation this was, especially for a
little girl whose outer labia were likely to be just the right thickness to
make it work flawlessly. "Are our PJs in the way, baby?" Rachel simply
pulled her pajama bottoms off, and Sonja knew to remove her own as well.
As she did, she propped up the pillow and slid back into a sitting
position. When Rachel replaced her sex against her mother's skin, she was
in a more comfortable upright position and could easily rest her head on
Sonja's shoulder. She found her thrusting rhythm quickly, and Sonja had
only to keep her comfortable. She pulled the blanket up to Rachel's lower
back to keep her bottom warm, and held onto her hips as they bounced up and
down in her lap.
Rachel felt herself getting moist as she rubbed herself against her
mommy's thigh, and the lubrication began seeping between her lips. The
effect built upon itself. The more aroused she was the more she
lubricated, and the more she lubricated the more exposed and sensitive she
became. She wrapped her arms around her Sonja's shoulders and held on,
freely sliding her privates along the warm softness that supported her.
Sonja remembered the first time she had pleasured herself by rubbing
against a pillow. By the time she had thought of it she was already a
reasonably experienced masturbator, but the simplicity and reliability of
simply humping something soft had been a welcome surprise. Rachel had
probably only been masturbating for a few weeks, and here she was already
enjoying a technique she would be able to trust for decades to come. The
sex life ahead of her would be a wondrous one.
If someone had walked up to Rachel in that moment and offered her the
ability to fly, she would have screamed at them for interrupting her
pleasure. Her clitoris didn't tickle or simply squish around. It pulsed,
wet and swollen, replacing Rachel's universe with the promise and
subsequent delivery of instant pleasure whenever she liked. Her excitement
felt like hunger - a need she had to satisfy, but one that brought the
sweetest of release when obeyed.
For a few minutes she alternated between fiercely hugging her mother
with closed and slack lips, and leaning back a little to catch her breath
and fondle herself to find that hard spot that was proving so much fun.
The soft skin on top of her hard spot surprised her every time she touched
it, until she was absolutely still except for one finger between her outer
lips slowly sliding up and down. She kept her hand between her legs, and
slowly leaned forward to see if she could keep bouncing up and down and
still tickle her hard spot.
Rachel lost her place once or twice, until she remembered the crease at
the top of her vulva. This led Rachel's fingertip directly to her hooded
clit, and after a few minutes of direct stimulation it was too tender to
keep tickling. She removed her finger, and found that the pressure on her
outer lips was just enough to make her feel good without tickling her hard
spot too much. She kept rubbing against her mother with ease, and her
privates just got hotter and hotter.
"Mommy..."
"I know, sweetie. Just relax. Keep going as long as you need to."
Sonja slid her pajama top over her head and slowly unbuttoned Rachel's,
letting her baby feel Mommy's body heat directly against her skin. Rachel
appreciated this, but no longer had the composure to say anything at all.
She simply needed to keep rubbing back and forth. She loved every bit of
flesh between her legs, and held her mother's body as much to satisfy her
privates as to express gratitude. Sonja held her baby's soft cheeks in her
hands to help her thrust, and Rachel's reaction was delicious - she gritted
her tiny teeth and began to hiss as she angled her pelvis to press down on
the shaft of her clit. Her forehead wrinkled slightly as she bore down on
the sweetest spot in her entire body, and suddenly she started to convulse.
Having felt this before, Rachel knew what was happening but still
couldn't grasp the sheer intensity of sensation in her privates. A month
before she had thought that chocolate was the best thing in the world. It
was nothing compared to this. She had exerted herself, but now pleasure
was simply being given to her without any effort at all. Her kitty felt
like it was squeezing and exploding at the same time, and her hard spot
practically burned with pleasure. It felt so good she could barely stand
it, and she didn't have to for long. Her privates turned from hot and
pulsing to wet and relaxed in a matter of seconds, and she collapsed
against her mother. All she could manage were moans. She could barely
catch her breath. But she was sure her mommy would take care of her.
Sonja knew the blissful exhaustion that followed an intense orgasm, and
gradually curled Rachel's body into a fetal position on her lap. This kept
Rachel's genitals warm and cushioned, and satisfied her instinctive need to
curl up around them when they were so sensitive. Sonja pulled the blanket
up around her baby's body to keep her warm, and finally Rachel could relax
and breathe. "Are you okay?" Rachel nodded against Sonja's breast in reply
and caught her breath for a few seconds. "Mmmm...I'm tired again." As
Sonja's fingertips parted her little girl's hair and combed it back, Rachel
smiled faintly.
"Can I have some milk?" Sonja nodded and put one arm under Rachel's neck
and head. Rachel licked her lips and pursed them around the ripe nipple
before her, losing herself in its warmth and softness. Sonja released her
milk easily, and didn't even think before telling her daughter, "This feels
really good."
Rachel looked into her eyes and released her nipple, holding one tiny
palm over it. "Like your sweet spot?" Sonja smiled. "Better." Rachel
wasn't interested in a drawn out explanation, and simply returned her lips
to Sonja's breast. Her tiny lips perfectly tugged the areola, while her
tongue teased the very center of the nipple. Sonja's entire breast felt
squishy, hot, wet inside. It tickled-throbbed-burned, so sweetly that her
entire body curled up around her teat and her baby's face. More than that,
it leaked. Every drop made her think of the wetness between her thighs, of
the intense orgasms she had enjoyed when she was pregnant with Rachel. She
couldn't bring herself to masturbate, but she and Rachel both knew what was
happening. Unable to find any words, Sonja simply stroked her daughter's
hair and let her excitement escape as half-whimpered moans.
Rachel's privates were quite satisfied, and her contentment with being
nursed was only aided by the fact that she was getting to see what arousal
was like for her mother. She wondered what it would be like to see her
mommy have an orgasm.