Falling for Fiona, Part Two

  • Posted on September 29, 2015 at 4:21 pm

By cs.unwin

Edith found Fiona sitting on the sofa, relaxed, knees together. The young girl had poured them each a cup of tea and was waiting for her before drinking. Her eyes widened with surprise when she saw how Edith was dressed.

“Milk and sugar?” Fiona asked.

“Milk only please,” Edith replied and let herself sink into the sofa, facing Fiona with her legs folded on the seat cushions. The sofa was small and Edith’s knees gently pressed against the young girl’s thigh. They sipped their tea in silence for a few moments. The cottage was completely quiet save for the sound of wood crackling in the fire.

Edith broke the silence by saying to Fiona, “I do hope we can get to know each other better.”

“Yes, that would be wizard,” Fiona gushed in reply. “You have such a smashing house, it’s so cosy. I do hope I can visit again.”

“You are welcome any time you wish. I think you are perfectly lovely and I would be delighted to have your company,” Edith said, and then paused for a moment before saying, “I think your mother doesn’t really care for me much. Do you have any idea why?”

“Mother’s beastly,” Fiona nearly spat out the words. “She doesn’t like anything or anyone. She called you a ‘bent London woman’. I haven’t the faintest idea what that even means. Do you?”

“Oh dear!” Edith answered, her face turning a light shade of crimson. “That’s not a very nice thing to say about anyone, even if it were true.”

“But what does it mean?” Fiona persisted.

“Well,” said Edith, choosing her words carefully, “in London, where I come from, some women do things a little differently. They act differently and they dress differently.”

“Yes, I know that,” Fiona said. “They dress with much more style than the frumps down here.”

“True, but there is more. Some prefer women instead of men. You know, for going out and messing about.”

“Oh!” Said Fiona, letting the full implication of what she had heard sink in. “You mean like lezzies?”

“I suppose,” said Edith, “that’s one way of putting it. What do you know about lezzies?”

“It’s what we call girls at school who are really odd.”

“I think that’s just girls being cruel to each other, Fiona. You shouldn’t pay attention. What I am speaking of is women, or girls, who are really in love with other girls.”

“Are you that kind of girl?” Fiona asked.

“Yes, I am like that. I am sorry if I have disappointed you, truly sorry. And if you’d like to get changed I will be happy to drive you home right away.”

“No, please Edith, not yet. I think it’s jolly nice here. I think you are the ‘cats meow’,” she said, using an expression she had learned at school. “Don’t make me go yet, please don’t.”

“Of course, dear Fiona, you are welcome to stay as long as you like.”

“Wizard,” Fiona replied. “Can you tell me about your girlfriends? Are they as pretty as you? Who was your very first girlfriend?”

Edith paused and stared for a moment into the 12-year-old’s limpid brown eyes. She thought how attracted she was to Fiona for the thousandth time that afternoon.

“I have had several girlfriends,” Edith replied, “mostly older than I was. My first, Lesley, is who I remember the most fondly. Your first love is the one you never, ever forget. We met at school, at a dance, and I can still recall the song we first danced to. It was ‘Only You’ by the Platters. We danced together and fell in love.”

“That must be ages ago,” said Fiona. “I’ve never heard of that song.”

“It’s a really lovely song. I still have a recording of it somewhere. Would you like to hear it? Let me put it on the gramophone for you.”

Edith bounded off the sofa, almost spilling her tea, and pulled out a small portable record player from the cupboard. It took her only a moment to find the right disc, and soon the small cottage was filled with the Platters’ perfect harmonies, singing:

Only you…
Can make this world seem right

Only you…
Can make the darkness bright

Edith stood singing along with the words, flushed with excitement and a smile on her face. Fiona smiled too seeing her new friend’s evident pleasure.

“Come Fiona, you must dance with me to this song, you simply must!” Edith said as she took hold of the young girl’s hands and pulled her to her feet.

Fiona was caught up by Edith’s infectious enthusiasm and swept into her arms. The two began swaying together gently to the sound of the music. Being nearly half a head taller than her partner, Edith took the lead, holding Fiona’s hand in her own and placing her other hand around her waist. She led her in a simple dance step: side together, side together, and around. Fiona, who was too young to have yet attended any real dances, had nevertheless practised with girlfriends and easily followed the older woman’s lead.

As Edith led the young girl, she held her close and pressed her soft unencumbered breasts into Fiona’s flat chest. Her nipples hardened as they came in contact with the young girl’s warm body. Without realizing what she was doing, Edith’s lips feathered Fiona’s hair and she inhaled her scent; it reminded her of her of own school days, a mixture of girl’s scent and the smell of chalkboards and dusters. She tilted her face and buried her head in the crook of Fiona’s neck. Her lips caressed the soft sensitive skin below her ear.

Fiona’s body responded powerfully to the older woman’s touch. She had never been the recipient of such a full range of sensual experience, feelings which the woman in her craved. Her childish awkwardness was left behind and Edith’s soft embrace left her breathless.

The song ended and the gramophone needle scratched loudly as it circled the record. Fiona looked up at Edith’s face, her lips slightly open, as if waiting to be kissed. Edith lowered her head and their lips pressed together like a magnet would pull towards metal. Edith’s tongue slipped between the girl’s lips. She tasted of treacle tart. Fiona’s mouth slackened to accept the welcome intrusion. The girl barely noticed as Edith tugged on the cord which held her dressing gown. It fell open, exposing her thin yet ripe young body.

Edith’s hands slid over the girl’s soft skin, across her chest, pausing to stroke her small firm nipples. Fiona’s breath tightened as her sensitive buds responded to being so expertly touched. Edith cupped the 12-year-old’s perfectly shaped buttocks in her hands, pulling her closer so that their lower bodies pressed against each other, loins exchanging passionate heat.

Edith released her lips from Fiona’s and put them close to the young girl’s ear. She whispered, “Darling, you have completely enchanted me, and I want you so. Please tell me you feel the same way.”

Fiona was no longer concerned that the woman in her arms was nearly her mother’s age. Her passion and hunger had taken her far beyond the point of caring.

“Yes, yes… I feel so… good,” Fiona replied.

“Please touch me, darling,” Edith begged.

She took the girl’s small hand in her own and placed it between her legs. Fiona’s fingers brushed the soft kinky hair above the woman’s sex and slipped over the silky furrow that lay just beneath.

“Yes, touch me there, but harder, darling. I need you so much,” Edith gasped, her breathing short and ragged with desire.

Fiona wanted to explore and go further but she was unsure of herself, the situation well beyond her limited experience. Edith, sensing her hesitation, understood the reason for her reluctance.

“Darling girl, I am a woman and I have the same bits that you do. Caress me just like you would touch yourself,” she said.

Fiona pushed her small fingers deeper within Edith’s warm folds. The woman opened her legs to allow her young lover more complete access. Edith grappled with the buttons on her shirt so she could bare her breasts. Fiona needed no invitation, her mouth latched on to a turgid nipple and began to suck it with hot wet lips. Like most girls her age she had spent half her waking hours thinking about breasts, how and when hers would grow. The opportunity to explore the breasts Edith offered her was a dream come true.

Edith noticed the scratching of the needle on the record. She was reluctant to interrupt their coupling, but she didn’t want her gramophone ruined. She gently disentangled herself from Fiona and returned the record player arm to its ready position. Fiona had shyly pulled her dressing gown closed, but her wide eyes were firmly fixed on Edith, half naked and shirt wide open. Edith stepped over to where Fiona was standing, took a delicate hand in her own and kissed her on the lips.

“Come with me to the bedroom, darling,” she said, and led Fiona into her into the small room where she slept.

Fiona followed obediently. Once inside, Edith removed the young girl’s dressing gown to reveal her naked, nubile figure and paused to admire it. Flat chest and plump hairless sex. In the shadowy light of the bedroom, she looked very much like a vulnerable little girl.

“God, you are so beautiful, darling, you have no idea how much I want you,” Edith said, as she pulled Fiona’s naked body onto the bed.

She placed the young girl’s head on her pillows, raised her thin rangy legs, and slipped between them. She paused for a moment to admire the perfectly formed hairless treasure which was hers for the taking, and then lowered her face and buried her tongue in Fiona’s moist furrow.

Fiona experienced a momentary panic when she felt Edith’s tongue on her private parts. She worried she might not be clean enough and tried to remember if she had properly wiped herself. But the instant Edith’s tongue began to circle her small but sensitive clitoris, Fiona lost herself in the feelings and those concerns were gone forever. She was now in that special moment where she felt wave after wave of pleasure, a kind she had never known before.

With skill born of much practise, Edith used her tongue and hands to bring Fiona to the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Her finger managed to penetrate Fiona’s tight vagina and push into the depths of her womb. Fiona felt as though she were being split in two, until she entered a tunnel of pleasure that took her higher and higher, eventually letting her down to where she lay gasping for breath, her slender thighs quivering.

Edith moved up the bed and took her young lover into her arms, kissing her with lips that tasted of the girl’s own feverish discharge. Fiona was overcome with emotion and embraced her older lover ardently, crying out, “Edith, I love you so much! That was so wizard. I want to stay with you forever.”

“There, there, my love,” Edith replied. “Don’t be silly. Let’s not worry about the future, and just enjoy each precious moment we have together.”

“Oh yes, Edith, I’m your lover, your secret lover.”

“Yes, you are, Fiona, and a bloody good and beautiful one you are too. May I ask you a favour, my love?”

“Yes Edith, I’ll do anything for you.”

Edith didn’t answer directly, but took Fiona’s small hand in her own and placed it between her legs, rubbing it up and down.

“Oh, Edith, yes, I do want to please you, ever so much.”

Fiona moved down the bed, covering Edith’s stomach and abdomen with light girlish kisses. Once she reached her crotch, she nuzzled her thick dark pubic hair and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the older woman’s arousal. Edith opened her legs and Fiona’s mouth slid into her wet warm furrow. Fiona was surprised by the taste, it was not like she had imagined it would be. She tasted slightly musty and feminine, surprisingly clean and fresh.

Edith gasped at the hesitant pressure of lovely young lips on her most sensitive parts. Accustomed to many different women using her, sometimes gently and sometimes roughly, she was thrilled by this young girl’s inexpert but eager exploration.

Fiona located the clitoris and began to suck with the same force she had earlier used on the woman’s nipple. Edith jerked involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation.

“Please, darling, not so rough, you’re going to make me wee myself. Use your tongue and lick around my clitoris.”

Edith found herself craving more. She wanted everything from the girl, and asked for it. Eager to learn, Fiona followed her instructions, doing the best she could. In addition to licking, vaginal stimulus had always been a big part of Edith’s orgasms. She patiently taught her young lover how to use her small fingers to coax the maximum pleasure from inside her body.

It took several minutes of repeated stimulation, but a tingling sensation centred in her vagina soon told Edith her moment was not far off. As Fiona’s slippery fingers pushed deep within her and the girl’s tongue lapped at her clit, she began to grow more and more excited, the anticipation building, a sensation like hundreds of butterfly’s wings softly brushing her loins.

The momentum of the wave built up slowly and steadily until it turned into an aching need for release. Fiona dutifully continued fingering Edith’s wet vagina and her tongue kept lashing the area around her clitoris, and then suddenly the wave crested, crashing, splashing. It took Edith so far away from reality that nothing else mattered beyond that incredible feeling pulsing between her legs. With spasms of contraction seizing her vagina, she gasped and yelled, “Oh God, yes Fiona, yes!”

When Fiona sensed that at last her lover had passed her moment of crisis, she nuzzled Edith’s curly nest, hair slippery with her discharge, and tenderly stroked her smooth abdomen.

“Was that good?” the girl asked, anxiously seeking reassurance.

“Fiona, that was so bloody marvellous, you have absolutely no idea. You’re an incredible lover,” Edith told her.

Fiona almost purred, feeling so proud and basking in the praise. Her fingers played with the curly tufts of hair between Edith’s legs and she began to hum. Edith recognized the tune and smiled. It was ‘Only You’. She reached down and began toying with the 12-year-old’s small nipple, which reacted by visibly stiffening into a tiny strawberry shape.

In the joy of discovering each other’s bodies, the two had lost track of time. Fiona sat up suddenly and announced, “I have to leave, Edith. You have no idea how angry my mother can get.”

“All right, my love, get dressed and I will run you home.”

“Drop me at the bottom of our lane, I really don’t want my mother to know we’ve been together.”

Reluctantly the two got dressed. Fiona’s clothes had dried enough to put on, and it had stopped raining. In the car, they kissed one more time and gave each other a final embrace.

“Come by any time you like Fiona, I will welcome you with open arms and open heart.”

“Sure I won’t interrupt you with one of your women friends?” Fiona asked cheekily.

“No, absolutely not, Fiona! You are the only one for me, lover. If you will have me that is…”

“Yes, yes, a hundred times yes! For as long as you want, Edith,” Fiona said, and the two shared a long last kiss before the girl hopped out of the car and ran up the lane towards her house.

9 Comments on Falling for Fiona, Part Two

  1. Ems says:

    OMG, that’s another pair of knickers ruined.

  2. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    How many time have I told you, Ems! You gotta take ‘em off first and fetch a big fluffy towel.

    Great story, Carole, as I said before I loved the period details and the dialogue and description made it like a little film. Splendid, Next, please.

  3. Carole Unwin says:

    I like exploring different times/history. I am working on a draft where a young girl is plucked from an orphanage into service in a Downton Abbey type environment circa 1900 where she meets a Lady Ottoline Morrel type.

  4. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    To quote another time-bound character from a well-know (but old) TV production, “Vairy antairesting.”

  5. hannah says:

    Wow all these short stories are making me so horny and wet.
    Keep them coming

  6. Lisa Olsson says:

    I agree with Hannah so keep them coming. I have been following everything on leslita for many years.

  7. Carole Unwin says:

    Dear Readers,

    Here is a link to another story I’ve posted recently…

    http://www.nifty.org/nifty/lesbian/adult-youth/jaz-walking-with-wild-women/

    Summary: This story follows the adventures of Jazmina (Jaz) a young Asian teen from Bristol UK, as she hooks up with young girls and older women.

    Fond regards,
    Carole

  8. Polarisgirl says:

    loved every bit of this story, even had flashes of being there with Fiona and you, Carole. Was half hoping that ‘closed mind’ mom would get involved and her repressed feelings (common, no?) would blossom and you all would become a loving family. Thanks for the story and, yes, I used a towel

  9. Littlelezluvr says:

    Loved it. It made me nice and hard and I had a lovely cum after reading it.

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