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  “That asshole didn’t even call at Christmas or her last birthday, Rachel, you don’t owe that asshole anything, but a date in court for the child support he stiffed you.”

  “You’re right.” She nodded. “So go on.”

  “Why don’t you tell Mandy that I thought it would be fun if I came over and spent the weekend with her? It’s been a long time since her and her aunty Karen spent time together.”

  Even as I said the words, I was torn. The first and I suppose correct, emotion was guilt; manipulating my best friend so I could have a chance to introduce her daughter to the finer points of the softer sex. But my lust to experience such a lovely young flower far exceeded any moral obligation I had to Rachel.

  “So you want to talk to her?”

  “Who better?” I spread my arms out, “I was her fifteen years ago and…”

  “More like over twenty.” Rachel smirked.

  “Just remember you’re a year older than me,” I quipped, but went on. “Seriously Rachel, I was right where she was. I was fantasizing about women even as I was sleeping with a guy. I wanted to try, but was afraid of being rejected and then getting made fun of, I’ve been there.”

  “True but…”

  “But what?”

  “You’re a little biased Karen. I doubt you will be able to hold back on your own preferences.”

  Oh, you have no idea, I thought, but to her said, “Nor can you, Rachel. So you’ll lean one way, I’ll lean a bit the other and she can think about what we both say.”

  “Okay,” she told me, then pointing at me added, “But only if you promise to leave both options open and not turn it into ‘hey, welcome to the club’”

  Laughing loudly, I slapped the table, “Oh, that was another good one. But yes, I promise to let her make up her own mind. But I am going to tell her she has nothing to be ashamed about with her feelings because that’s important.”

  “Fair enough.” Rachel smiled, “I think you’re right. My other option is a therapist and that…”

  “Sends the wrong message, big time.” I told her, “We’ll handle it. So I’ll head over tomorrow night after she comes home from work okay?”

  “Fine,” Rachel stood and as I followed suit, she came around the table and hugged me, “Thank you for listening to me and for offering to help, I appreciate it.”

  “Anytime.” I told her, as I returned the hug, feeling like a bitch.

  “I think Mandy appreciates all you do for her as well.”

  “I hope so.” I answered, thinking that I was pretty sure Mandy would have an all new appreciation for me after tomorrow night.

  Rachel stepped away from me and turning said, “Well I’m going to head back over and see if Chinese is still an option.”

  I looked down and seeing the thong on the table, wanted nothing more than to keep it, but not wanting Rachel to think about it at some point, called out, “Hey, you forgot something.”

  Rachel looked over her shoulder and seeing me pointing at the table grunted, “Know what? Do me a favor and throw that damned thing out. I only took it because I didn’t want her using it again.” She frowned, “Never mind I will, that’s kind of gross.”

  “No, no worries.” I said hoping she didn’t notice how quickly I spoke up. “I’ll get rid of it, I don’t think you need to deal with anymore either.”

  “True. I’ll call you tomorrow okay?”

  “Sure, good night Rachel, and don’t worry this will work out.”

  “I hope so.” Rachel replied as she reached the kitchen door.

  I watched her leave and once she had made it past the window I grabbed the thing and bringing it to my face inhaled deeply.

  “Oh, God damn.” I purred at the heavenly scent of Mandy’s sweet young pussy.

  Turning I walked into the living room and throwing myself, into the recliner, draped my legs over the arms of it. Reaching between my legs, I pulled the baggy shorts I was wearing to the side and quickly found my swollen clit. As I rubbed my throbbing button I brought the thong back to my face and held it under my nose, already anticipating getting a firsthand taste of where that scent had come from. Taking another deep breath and pumping my hips into my fingers, I purred, “That’s right, Mandy, welcome to the club.”

  Chapter Four

  I looked up at the clock on the mantel and seeing it was now nine o clock rolled my eyes, It was obvious Mandy wasn’t coming downstairs and if I were going to make my move I would have to go up to her room. I had come over before she had gotten out of work and had been waiting for her on the couch. When she came in, looking scrumptious in the little black skirt and white blouse she wore for her waitressing job, I asked if she wanted to change and go grab some dinner. Looking and sounding subdued, Mandy had said she ate at work and wasn’t up for going out.

  I told her that was fine and that I’d gone out and rented a few movies so after she showered come on down and we’d have a movie night like we used to. Mandy nodded, but after she showered I heard her go into her bedroom and after waiting a few minutes I texted her and asked when she was coming down. Her reply was that she was tired and wanted to lay down for awhile. At which point I’d gone into Rachel’s room where I slept when I stayed over and changed into a pair of tight fitting black boy shorts with lace trim and a matching black camisole that barely went down past my breasts, leaving my stomach bare.

  I put a short black robe on over it and my plan was to have the lights off, get her close to me on the couch and after bringing up the topic of her curiosity make my move. But that was over an hour ago and I had a hard time believing that a nineteen year old girl was asleep at nine on a Friday night. It was obvious she knew why I was here, or why her mother thought I was here anyway, and avoiding me. At this point I figured it was going to come down to me going up into her room.

  Technically that played right into my hands, already having her in her room, maybe even her bed, but for as bad as I wanted her, my nerves were starting to kick in. If this back fired on me there would be hell to pay. Not only would Mandy think I was some kind of pervert, but I would lose my best friend over it. That certainly wasn’t worth what would most likely be a onetime thing. That was the other issue, even if Mandy went along with me, there was no way in hell there was going to be a relationship. This was going to be a fun, hot icebreaker. Mandy’s introduction into the world of Sapphic pleasure and a fun, albeit very dirty little secret.

  But now that I knew she was fantasizing about women, the way she looked at me today and a few of her own remarks had me fairly sure she would be more than happy to go along with me. She was burning up for Kelly and the only way she was going to get her was to be confident enough to do so was to know that not only was it okay, but know how to go about it. That was where I came in, her good friend Karen, a selfless giver who would be more than willing to take one for the team and help Poor little Mandy out with her frustration.

  Rolling my eyes at my hesitation, I picked up the phone and this time called her. Mandy answered on the second ring and sounded wide awake.

  “Hi Karen.”

  “Hey, honey, you coming down?”

  “I don’t think so. It’s been a long day and….”

  “You know Mandy, you’re being kind of rude. I came over to spend time with you and you’re in your room ignoring me.”

  “No, you came over because Mom doesn’t trust me over at Kelly’s. I know she told you what happened and you’re here to watch me for her. You haven’t come over in a long time, so don’t act like you’re here cause want to be.”

  I was taken aback, but before I could respond she sighed into my ear, “I…I’m sorry Karen, that was rude. I…I’m just kind of…”

  “Upset and embarrassed and confused.” I said, “Honey, why don’t I come upstairs and we can talk?”

  “I…really would rather….”

  “I’ll be up in a minute.” I said and hung up without giving her a chance to respond.


  I also didn’t give myself another chance to hedge and getting up, quickly headed for the stairs. When I reached the top and approached the door to Mandy’s room, I paused. I wanted to have her thinking about me right off the bat and on that note, untied the robe and tossed it on the floor. I removed the clip from my hair and shook it out enjoying the way it felt falling across my back and shoulders and hoping Mandy would enjoy that feeling as well.

  Taking a deep breath I knocked then entered her room. Mandy was in bed sitting propped up on the pillows. It was warm in the room and she was on top of the sheets wearing a white tank top, that like mine left a good portion of her stomach visible and a pair of purple cotton panties. My nipples immediately stiffened and I knew it would be obvious in the camisole, but no longer cared. Mandy’s head turned as soon as I came in and I watched her eyes closely and was rewarded by seeing them widen as she looked me up and down. Her dark eyes lingered on my legs before quickly looking away, but nor before I saw her start to blush.

  “Wow, its warm in here.” I said as I walked past her bed, “Why isn’t the air on?”

  “It’s too big for the room and I was chilly so I turned it off for awhile.” She shrugged, “Besides I like the heat sometimes.”

  “Oh, mind if I turn it back on for awhile?”

  “You can if you want.”

  Truth be told I would have been fine with the heat. There was nothing wrong with some sweat, but turning the air on gave me a reason to walk past her and better yet, to bend over and pretend to look for the power switch. I bent over further than I needed to and lingered as long as I dared. Turning my head to the left where Mandy’s bureau was, I could see her in the mirror and was thrilled to see her staring directly at my ass. I smiled as I turned the air on; this was going to work out just fine.

  Turning around I walked slowly over to the bed and noticed she now seemed to be making an effort not to look at me which in a way was even better.

  “Guess you’re warm huh?” she asked, “Or do you always walk around in your underwear?”

  “You’re only in yours.” I pointed out as I sat on the side of the bed next to her.

  “But I’m in my bed.”

  Swinging my legs up on the bed, I slid up next to her and laughed; “Well now I am too!”

  Mandy gave me a nervous laugh and stretching my long leg out along hers, I said, “Hey I like that color polish!”

  I emphasized my remark by placing my foot over hers and curling my toes over the purple tips of hers. I let my foot rest there, moving it back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. Mandy quickly moved her foot away and when I looked at her, gave me an awkward smile, “Sorry, that tickles.”

  “No problem.”

  “Um, if you like the polish you can borrow it.”

  “Thanks, I think I will, it’s a sexy color.” Reaching out I touched the side of her panties, “Matches these.”

  “They’re plain.” She shrugged, “Nothing sexy about them.”

  “Of course there is, you’re in them.” I told her with a wink.

  Mandy gave another strained laugh, “Wow, you should write pick up lines for guys. They come up with the dumbest shit sometimes.”

  “Sometimes a compliment isn’t just a line.” ‘

  “Oh, well, uh thanks I guess.”

  I didn’t respond and sat there waiting to see if she would bring anything up. Mandy remained silent, her arms crossed over her stomach and looking down at her feet. Or was she looking at my legs? It was hard to tell, but as I gave her some time I let my own gaze wander across those delightful little breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the thin shirt was teasing me with just the slightest hint of a shadow around her nipples.

  “I know what you’re here to talk about, Karen.” She sighed, “You don’t have to pretend, I saw my mom head over your house after she caught me.”

  “I’m not here to pretend honey,” I said, “You’re not a little girl and I’m not going to treat you like one.” I laughed, “I think the topic of conversation proves you’re not a kid anymore.”

  “I…this is so embarrassing.”

  “Don’t be.” Sliding my arm around her shoulders, I pulled her closer to me. “Mandy, what you were doing is natural, not only did we all do it, we still do. And don’t let her fool you, your mother does it too.”

  “But not to women.”

  “I do.” I laughed, “Want to compare favorites?”

  “It’s not funny,” she pushed her lip into that precious pout and it was everything I could do not to just kiss her right then and there.

  “Lighten up,” I gave her soft arm a squeeze. “You’re not in trouble Mandy, you’re mom…”

  “Is scared that I’m a lesbian and that I’m going to date girls and…she’s probably going to send me to some shrink and…” she put her head down, “Not love me anymore.”

  “Oh, honey,” I kissed her cheek and for a moment forgot about seducing her. “Your mom will always love you and the reason I’m here is because she doesn’t you to talk to a stranger, but someone who understands.”

  “Really?” she turned those beautiful eyes on me, “I figured she would be afraid you would just tell me its okay.”

  “It is okay.” I told her, “Providing it’s what you want.” I paused before asking, “Mandy is that what you want? Do you want to be with women?”

  “I…I think so, but I’m not sure.”

  “Okay, just between you and I, have you been with one?”

  “No,” she shook her head, “I haven’t even kissed one. But…I’d really like to.”

  “One in particular I’ll bet.” I winked.

  Mandy blushed, but answered, “Kelly’s really pretty and I…I’ve been thinking about her a lot and sometimes I think she’s thinking it too.”

  “Have you asked her?”

  “No!” She exclaimed, “What if she’s not? Then I look like an idiot! I…” she shook her head, “Never mind, you won’t get it.”

  “Of course I do! Didn’t I just mention earlier today I was with men when I was, well about your age actually?”

  “Yeah, that’s right.” Turning slightly to face me, she asked, “What happened?”

  “I know that every teenage girl thinks their drama is new drama, but Mandy your story is pretty common. If you think your mom is strict, mine was damn near Amish. I remember she stopped being friends with a woman when she found out she was bi-sexual.”

  ‘Wow, so what happened when…”

  “We don’t speak.” I said quickly, “So no moping about your mom’s worries because she will always love you, she’s proving that by letting me talk to you even though I’m sure she knows which side of this situation I’ll take.”

  “Sorry.” She said softly,“That must suck.”

  “It does, but all the more reason I’m thrilled to help you. But anyway I considered myself a pretty girl and…”

  “You still are.” She said, giving me a shy little smile.

  “Thank you, now who should be selling lines to the boys?”

  Mandy laughed, this time a real one and I continued, “So I got plenty of attention, but even back in high school I wasn’t sure I was interested.”

  “So why did you?”

  “Because I thought it was what I was supposed to do and even though there were girls into girls it wasn’t as common as now and they kept it to themselves. All my friends were dating and bragging about how good sex felt so I started going out with a guy and after a few months had sex with him. It was okay, but I didn’t know what the hell they were raving about. We dated a while longer, but he dumped me because I wasn’t into sex, honestly I could take or leave it.”

  “That’s how I was with Rob, I think he tried to be good to me, but I just never felt right. I…” she blushed.

  “What is it?” I prodded, “You can tell me anything.”

  “The last few times he….you know.” She looked away,
“was down there, I was thinking about Kelly.”

  “Well I didn’t have a girl in particular to think about, but I had found a magazine with two girls in it and I got off to it all the time. I dated three or four guys then in college I had a roommate that I guess became my Kelly. God she was beautiful and she seemed to always be flirting with me, but I was like you and afraid to say anything. Then one night we were watching movies and in her bed and…well….” I shrugged, “She’d been with a few girls and knew what she was doing and had no problem making a move and I was more than happy to let her. I’ve only been with women since.”

  “So you never, you know, did it on your own?”

  “Well sure, after I broke the ice I had no problem making the first…”

  “But then you didn’t. You were afraid to.”

  “Yes.” I nodded feeling my excitement building as this started to steer in the direction I wanted it too. “Mandy I’m pretty sure you’re going to prefer women. I think you know it too. And Kelly would be a good choice because you guys…”

  “But she never has either and I’m not even positive she wants too.”

  “Well, like I said,” I began, hoping to lead her further down my path. “It’s a lot more open now, I bet you know other girls who have experience and maybe if you showed a little interest in them they would…”

  I trailed off when Mandy frowned and said, “No, I…I want it to be nice.”

  “I’m sure they’d be nice to you Mandy, you’re a sweet…”

  “I know it sounds corny, but I want it to be special I want it to be somewhere where I’m comfortable and with someone who means something to me.”

  I didn’t answer right away. Instead I savored Mandy’s perfect answer and leaning into her started trailing my fingers lightly up and down her arm.

  “Well it sounds like Kelly would be your best choice. I mean, assuming she’s special to you.”

  Mandy looked down at my long red nails sliding along her arm, but didn’t try to move.

  “Well, I don’t think I’m like in love with her, but we’re good friends and care about each other and I know her so well I figure it would be comfortable…”