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Introduction:

Three people meet waiting for their flight. They get to know each other better than if the flight were on time.
Flight Delayed

Copyright© Tanya Writer 2013

This is a work of fiction for adults only. The characters and their actions are fiction and none of this has ever happened. The author does not condone or endorse any illegal activities written of in the story. This just a story, do not do this at home. If you are not old enough to read this please go somewhere else.


It was Saturday morning and Amy was flying to a seminar in Salt Lake City. Her plan was to be on one of the first flights that morning out of Philadelphia. As such, she needed to leave a little early to pick up some extra money from the ATM on the way to the airport. The money was needed because everything cost more in an airport than it would anywhere else.


Of course she knew how the TSA agents are so friendly and helpful --to the stores in the airport. No bringing food or drink into the airport because that coffee and muffin just might be the ingredients to make a bomb. As a result she missed the call telling her that her flight had been delayed.


But she wasn't the only one who missed the call. It went to Lois' hotel room while she was in getting 12 year-old Betsy up and going. The noise from the shower drowned out the phone. Lois was tired, having gotten little sleep last night. Betsy didn't get much sleep either, but off to the airport they went. Mother and daughter would be flying back home to Salt Lake after coming east for Betsy's dance computation .


Amy, Lois and Betsy all learned that the flight had been delayed when they got to the airport. They all made their way to the gate and took seats near each other.


Lois was a woman in her early 50s, but you wouldn't know it to look at her. She had dishwater blonde hair with a few frosted highlights. Her deep-set blue eyes were striking but not unpleasant on her face. She seemed to use them to see into the souls of those she encountered. You would have been hard pressed to find a wrinkle on her face. Her skin was flawless, all making for an attractive woman. She was a little taller than average and thin but without being skinny. She just looked a buff woman you might see in any gym. She wore a bright yellow sundress with flat sandals that would be easy to take off as she went through security.


The youngest of the trio, the waif-like Betsy, was also tall for her age, but on the thin side. She had a dancer's body, which what she is. She had bright blond hair and blue eyes that were deep-set like her mother's. But there was a merriment in those eyes, they were very much the eyes of a slightly naughty imp. Her head, when she pulled her shoulder length hair up into a top knot on her head, made her head look like a round ball; one it seemed in a perfect proportion all around. She had a button nose and full lips that looked she had mugged Angelina Jolie for.


Her tight top showed that there hadn't been any development of her breasts yet. Likewise her tight stretch pants showed a small butt and hips that had yet to flair out. But it also showed the outline of the thin bikini panties she was wearing. Her shoes seemed more dance slippers than shoes.


Amy was dressed in something more of a casual business style. She had on nicer pair of jeans that would still allow her to move rather than be so tight on her. But still they were able to flatter her nice ass. And she did have a nice one. It seems that everyone would like to get a piece of that too. She wore something that was a bit more dressy than a simple T-shirt but it wasn't as dressy as a blouse. It was still worn like a T-shirt just pulled over her head. It had to fall somewhere in between the two, but it was in red, her favorite color. It was a bit loose, so didn't show the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.


Amy was in her mid 30's and a bit on the shorter side, slightly heavier than she should carry on her frame, due to the medications that she took. It kept her smaller chest from being noticed because it just looked a little larger than it actually was. She helped it look like her breasts were larger because, unknown to most people, she wore a padded bra or had cup inserts to give the illusion that her small breasts were larger. Her medium brown hair had waves in it, and she wore it down just past her shoulders with bangs cut straight across her forehead. Her small wire frame glasses were perched high on her thin nose. She had thin lips that always seemed to be turned up in a slight Mona Lisa smile.


Amy pulled out her laptop and brought up the power point presentation she was going to be giving. She was looking over one more to time, just to be sure that everything was there and in its proper place. She didn't want to get up in front of a convention of her peers and make a fool of herself because her slides were out of order or something.


Lois, tired but unable to sleep, glanced over at the screen as Amy worked. She was surprise to see some of the works on Van Gogh on the screen.


“What are you working on there?” asked Lois with a bit of interest.


“Oh hello,” Amy said with a bright smile. She looked down at the screen and pointed to the Van Gogh, saying, “This is part of a presentation I am giving at a seminar.”


“What do you do?” Lois asked with more peaked interest.


“I teach art history at a small women's college just west of the city,” said Amy.


“What is your presentation about?” Lois inquired now with a great deal of interest.


“I'm correlating the colors in Van Gogh's work to his periods of depression,” said Amy. “When he was more deeply depressed, I think he used one specific set of colors and when he was less depressed, he used a different set of colors. Knowing the colors he used, and the time the painting was done, I can track his psychological well being through time.”


“Oh, how inventive!” cried Lois, “I never thought like that in my art classes.”


“You've studied art?”


“Yes,” said Lois modestly, “some in college, but it was more design than art like you are doing.”


“What do you do?” Amy asked with interest.


“My late husband and I own a company that builds houses.”


Amy asked, “You do the designs for them?”


“Yes and he did the building part of it,” answered Lois, “the engineering and the construction of it.”


“Going to Salt Lake?”


“Yes, you?” Lois asked.


“Yes,” said Amy. “Are you from Salt Lake, or here?”


“Oh I'm from Salt Lake,” answered Amy. “Since my husband passed on I still handle the business end of it. It runs it self sometime. My two boys do all the construction now, so I travel a bit.”


“What brought you here, then?” Lois waved her hand at the city buildings visible in the distance.


“Oh my daughter, Betsy,” Amy pointed proudly at her girl, “had a dance competition over in Atlantic City.”


Turning to Betsy, Amy asked, “How did you do?”


“I won!” She said with excitement.


“Yes, she did! She won her age group,” Lois said with the same pride.


“What age group is that?”


“Nine to twelve. But I am going to be thirteen in a couple of weeks,” Betsy said with pride mixed with the excitement of being able to talk about her up-coming birthday.


“Well happy birthday in advance,” Amy smiled. Then turning to Lois she said, “You must be very proud of her, doing so well.”


“Yes, I am! She's done very well in it. She has been dancing since she was two. She seems to have a natural rhythm to her body when you put her near music. Lately I seem to be shepherded her around the country. I just wish all the competitions weren't in casinos!” Lois yawned, hastily covering her mouth. “Sorry I haven't gotten much sleep, so I might be a bit punchy, makes me feel almost like I was drunk. They're so noisy, all the commotion, and I could live without all the smoking there.”


“I would think that there is a lot less smoking in Salt Lake,” remarked Amy.


“Yes that's true, but it isn't the Mormon paradise that the church would have you believe about Utah,” said Lois with a look that her daughter didn't catch.


“Oh really, how so?”


“Betsy stay here with the things, and watch them,” said Lois getting up and turning to her new friend. “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.”


“Oh sorry, I'm Amy”


“I'm Lois, and this of course is Betsy,” said the older woman.


“Let's take a little walk Amy. Betsy please watch her laptop too.” Taking Amy's arm Lois steered them away from the seats and on to a near-by walk way. “It's better to tell you this while we're alone then with people around you. When you walk, people passing by can only hear a few words of a conversation as they walk by. Rather than sitting there with everyone sitting near by where they can hear all of what you say,” said Lois conspiratorially.


“Since you aren't from Salt Lake, I can trust you to tell you some of the secrets they have. The main church doesn't practice polygamy, but they haven't outlawed it either. It just isn't done now because it isn't politically expedient. But there are other break-away churches, that do practice it. As long as they keep their heads down, they can fly under the radar, with the main church flying cover for them, denying that it occurs. But there is a lot of polygamy around the Salt Lake area,” Lois nodded at Amy's surprised look.


“Actually that is what we make our money on. We design and build houses for polygamous families. We do have the trust of the break-away churches and build for them and they reward us with all their business. It keeps us working, and can be very profitable.”


“How do you do that?” asked Amy.


“Actually there are a few ways to do it. Most often we buy a larger plot and then build 3 to 4 houses on it. The houses sit on separate lots but are all next to each other and they would a common area that would be the back yard areas. We put a high fence around all the common properties and the man can walk through the back yard area from one house to another, from one wife's house to the next wife's house, and no one outside the compound knows that he did. They can all be in a row on one street or back to back on adjacent streets so that they back up against each other,” said Lois, warming to her topic.


She continued, “Then there is another design we have for special more delicate situations. We have separate apartments like sections to a house. Those are for the more special situations.”


Amy wondered, “What do you mean special situations?”


“Well the men have more than one wife, so the separate apartment like houses are for each wife. If some wives were living alone in their own house, it would attract attention. So those wives have separate section of a larger house, so it looks like they are all part of a large family, when in fact they are two families,” said Lois


“I can see that they wouldn't want that known. But why would that be a special situation?” Amy asked.


Lois whispered in Amy's ear, “It is special because that wife isn't old enough to be married or to be legally having sex.”



Amy was shocked, but with some interest whispered back, “You mean that they were underage?”


“Yes! Very!” was the whispered back response. “There is a lot that goes there that the churches wouldn't want out. Which is why we do a good business.”


“I can see why wouldn't want that out,” said Amy sagely.


“Yes, men everywhere are horn dogs and they want all they women they can screw. But at least with the members of that church they marry the girls or women, even if it is not strictly legal. But then men are men they all can be horn dogs, non church members, or lapsed ones, they are a lot of swingers and this includes couples too. They're all horn dogs.” said Lois. “So there is a lot more sex going on there than the average person might think and the church would like to keep the public ignorant of all this.”


“But if you teach at a woman's college,” asked Lois, “you don't have to deal with that or do you?”


“No thankfully I don't have to put up with the things men do” nodded Amy. “But things can be wild on a college even if it is a woman's college. I mean you put several hundred young women in a small community and there are things that are bound to happen. They'll be looking for men if they can find them.”


“You mean with the same secret sexuality we have?” Lois asked.


“Oh yes!” assured Amy. “Some of them are out seeking the young men in the community, most are discreet. As we are in a rather rural area, there isn't so many young men around. Sometimes they seek out the professors.”


“Well, I hope those men are more mature and not taking advantage of your students.”


“One might hope that, but that hope is not always realized. Some of the staff has been, shall we say, been accommodating to the girls,” said Amy “I don't hold it against anyone, so long as it is not a quid pro quo for a grade. Some of those girls can be very cute and persuasive.”


“You mean that girl could talk her way into a professor's bed?”


“It has been known to have happened,” nodded Amy.


“Those guys are lucky,” joked Lois.


“It isn't always the guys,” said Amy with a look.


“You mean that the girls sometimes will go to bed with another girl?”


“That's been known to happen. You got a dorm full of young women and few men, around only a few male teachers. The girls turn to each other to take care of their needs.”


“Your little community sounds like it is wild as the one I live in!” exclaimed Lois. To tell you frankly my husband and I did swing even with some of the church members. Even since he died I've continued; after all I have needs.” Lois said as she bit her lower lip, wondering if she was saying too much to this woman she had just met. But she wanted to take a chance since it had been a while since she had another person's hand caress her body or to felt a pair of her lips kissing her, anywhere.


“Since we're going to speak so openly and frankly, I've had a student or two in my bed, too.” Amy felt an attraction to the older women. It had been a while since she had a woman who knew what she was doing. It had been fun to teach some of the girls from the school the art of woman to woman love. But to have have a lover that she didn't have to teach, would be a nice change from all the younger girls she has had in her bed.


“You mean a female student?” Lois inquired with a bit more interest.


“Yes,” Amy said blushing a bit and looking away.


Lois reached over and put her arm around Amy's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze, and whispered, “I'm bi too.”


Those words made Amy relax visibly, and she gave Lois a big smile.


Lois asked softly “How do you feel about older women?”


“Older, younger, it doesn't matter, I just love females, but I'm not bi, I'm lesbian,” said Amy. “But to answer your question I love them.”


“Oh” Lois said as her eyebrows lifted in interest. “I'm sure you know about the mile high club?”


“Yes, I know, but you know it would be very hard to discreetly join that club since the bathrooms are right next to the galley where the stewardess hang out,” Amy said. She looked down the concourse and spied the sign she needed. She pointed at it and said, “But you know the airport has family restrooms. Care to visit one with me?”


“Love to.”


They walked down the concourse until they got near the restrooms. Lois walked past the door while Amy opened it to a 90 degree angle, before walking in. The open door masked the fact that Lois had also walked in. Amy locked the door after she closed it.


Amy sat down on the john and invited Lois to sit on her lap, which she did straddling her legs facing Amy. It didn't take long before their lips were locked together. Neither was a virgin and both knew what they wanted. Their tongues fought a duel to see who could explore the other's mouth the most completely first. It was a hard fought battle but it was coming out as a draw, as they both were so good.


Lois pulled her arms back through the spaghetti straps of her dress and allowed the top of her dress to be pulled down by Amy. She was a good BB headed towards a C cup, but not quite got there yet, and doubtfully she will make it there. It didn't stop Amy as she reached up and took hold of them tweaking the nipples of Lois' left breast with her right hand while her lips locked onto her right breast. She licked around the areola and flicked her tongue across the nipple before taking just the end of it in her mouth and sucking on it. It got a reaction from Lois since it began to stand up more that it had been already.


Amy held Lois' boobs in her hand and hefted them as though she was weighing them,. She then caressed them, feeling them all over, but then turned around and gave them a hard squeeze. The pain mixed with the pleasure for Lois.


Since her lips were no longer busy with Amy's, Lois used her hands to reach down to pull up Amy's shirt. It got Amy off her nipple for a second or two as the shirt passed over her head, before sailing on to the floor of the restroom.


Lois had her hands on Amy's breasts she caressed them, teasing her and not touching the areolas that Amy was dying to have her touch. It was an exquisite torture. But when she finally did touched them it set her off in her own panting orgasm.


But Amy wanted more she pushed Lois off her lap and when Lois stood she reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties and pushed Lois over to the throne. She had her lean back and spread her legs so that Amy could munch her delicious looking pussy.


Her tongue sought out the center of Lois' pussy and began to lick out the flowing nectar that was flowing from her. Amy had always loved the taste of pussy juice ever since she first tasted it at age 13. Her tongue licked up and down Lois' labia enjoying the bare skin there as Lois was shaved bare. It was driving Lois crazy with the excitement. But Amy turned up the excitement in her pussy when she attacked Lois' clit. She was licking it by rubbing the flat of her tongue up and down across it. Lois reacted more, and finally she popped with her orgasm when Amy took her clit into her mouth and was sucking on it and flicking her tongue across it.


When Lois recovered, she and Amy washed their hands and faces as well as fixed their clothes to be presentable again. But they had a glow about them, that some who knew them might be able to guess where it came from. Thankfully in the airport too many people where in a hurry to go where they were going to pay attention to two women walking through the concourse.


When they got back to the gate, Betsy was waiting for them.


She looked her mom and with as much indignation she could muster said, “About time! What took you so long? Where did you go? They said they have all the parts and they hope to have the plane ready on time with their new flight time.” She informed them happily.


Betsy looked at her mom and could see the glow in her, and then she looked over at Amy. Amy seemed pleased with herself. She took another look at her mom and then whispered to her, “Did you? While you were gone? With her?” Lois just smiled at her.


Betsy jumped up and down in front of her mother. “Mom can I go do it too? I think I need it too. Can I go? There is enough time before they board the flight.”


“Yes, you can go to the bathroom,” said Lois, “just don't be long.”


With that Betsy took off like a shot to the restroom. As she walked off she took a quick look at Amy. Betsy thought that she knew more about the lady she just met.


While they waited Lois told her more about their family business, and how her sons, Frank and Ben, ran the it after her husband, Ross, and passed on. They were great sons and learned their trade well from their father. She was as proud of them as she was of Betsy's dance accomplishments. They were young men starting their own families. Ben having married one of the girls from a polygamous family, but they weren't going to practice that.


Amy talked of living in the city near the college and having a small house there. She said that although lived alone, she didn't lack for company when she wanted it. She gave Lois a knowing wink. It seemed that over the years, there were plenty of girls from the college who were interested in an advanced education is such topics as pussy eating. Amy could could teach a girl a lot more than the girls in the dorms. But she was true to her word and she wouldn't reward a good pussy eating with a better grade.


They continued their conversation so much about art and other matters. Amy asked where Lois and Betsy were sitting. She then excused herself going up to the counter and speaking with the airline person. It wasn't a full flight and she was able to get her seat changed to the open aisle seat next to Lois, while Betsy had the window seat. Amy informed her of her seat changed, for which Lois was pleased.


“What are you going to do when you get to the city?” Lois asked.


“I was going to find a hotel that had a shuttle service to the airport and and stay with them,” noted Amy. “I'm hoping it is close to the sights in the city. I have my guide book for a walking tour. There are some places they say you should see. Then tomorrow I'll go over to the hotel that our seminar is being held at.”


Betsy came back and saw them still deep in conversation, she sat down next to her mother. Lois leaned over and quietly asked her “Did you?”


Betsy rolled her eyes back in her head while shaking it, saying just as softly “Of course.”


It wasn't long before they began to board the plane, they stowed their carry on and sat down Amy on the aisle and Betsy at the window. Amy kept her laptop with her. Once they were high enough that they could turn on electronic devices, she began to go through the power point presentation for Lois. Betsy got bored looking out the window once they were up a ways she began trying to see the slides. Amy saw this and asked if she wanted to see too. Lois offered to trade seats with Amy that she would sit between the two of them so the could both see.


After the presentation was over, with a lot of explaining to Betsy who Vincent Van Goeh was and about his problems with mental illness and his death, Amy and Betsy continued their conversation. While they were talking Lois hit the wall and fell asleep, having been up so long. Betsy, who'd had some sleep the night before, was more awake.


Amy talked of art and Betsy spoke of dance as they informed each other about the arts. They also talked of their lives. Amy told her of her life at the college and about her life before she got that job teaching. Betsy talked of her school, and her family, her mom, and late father, and older brothers. They enjoyed their conversation together. Amy liked the young girl and Betsy was a bit in awe of her.


Though they talked of many things, one thing that Betsy wanted to know about was what Amy did with her mother. Betsy was aware of the people her family build homes for, and that her parents were swingers. She also knew that her mom was bi. Her mom had all but confined that she'd had sex with Amy. So that must mean that Amy was bi too. Betsy had been masturbating for almost a year now, and it seemed at least to Lois, that she did it a lot. It seems that seeing the other girls getting into their dance outfits was what got Betsy's engine running. It was mostly the other girls that did it for her, but didn't mean that Betsy didn't like some of the mother's of the girls she was competing against. Boys were a distant third in her thoughts.


They got near Salt Lake Lois woke from her nap. As they were landing Amy had her laptop off and stowed. When they were on the ground the aisle was full of people getting their carry on luggage out of the overhead bins. The three of them were trapped as they were in the back of the plane.


Lois asked, “Amy instead of getting a hotel right away, would you like if Betsy and I played tour guides for you? We can go by my car and you can save your feet. It isn't too late to see some of the city, if you have your guide marked with what you want to see. It's only early afternoon. Betsy and I can show you around, can't we Betsy?


They got their checked luggage, and headed out for the bus that would bring them to
where Lois' car was parked in the long term parking.


Lois took Amy around they city, driving past some of the sights. When they could find a place to park, they would get out a bit and allow Amy a chance to walk around. Lois made a good tour guide; she hit all the high points of the city and Amy saw everything that she had marked in her guide book.


If you aren't too tired, after all the traveling and touring, we would invite, to stay with us tonight,” Lois said.


Amy looked over and smiled at Lois and said, “That is gracious of you, but I wouldn't be putting you out any.” As she said this and reached over and put her hand on Lois' leg and slid her hand up Lois' thigh. Lois responded by taking Amy's hand and sliding it farther up her thigh. Amy was thinking she wouldn't mind to have another chance to be with Lois, in a bed this time, not just in a restroom at a busy airport.


At first Betsy was into the tour and she would check out Amy whenever she had the chance. She wondered about her and her mom, what they had done. Did they really have sex together? But Betsy started to grow a bit antsy. Lois could see her squirming around in the back seat through her rear view mirror.


Finally Betsy asked, “Mom, when are we going home?”


“You aren't enjoying showing Amy the city?”


“I've seen it all already,” said the 12 year-old a bit petulantly.


“Yes but Amy hasn't,” explained Lois. “Do have you need something you need to do, somewhere to go?”


“I just need to get home,” Betsy cried.


“Betsy you aren't needing to take care of yourself, AGAIN, do you?” She questioned her daughter.


“Mom!” was the whinnied answer that she gave in exasperation while rolling her eyes.


“That's it isn't it? You want to masturbate again? You did it it before we took off, and now you want it again?”


“MOM!! How can you?!” she shouted and turned red, then slunk down in the back seat, as much as her seatbelt would allow.


“Don't worry dear we all do it, you do it, I do,” Lois said. “Look at Amy. I'm sure does too.”


Turning towards the back seat Amy said, “Yes, I do Betsy, and most girls do too. I can understand your needs because I work with young women and they have needs, and those needs seem to be more often than women your mother's or my age might be.”


Betsy hardly looking up half stated half questioned, “But you and mom did it in the airport too, didn't you?”


“Yes we did. It was in the restroom there. Not the best place but it was the best we had then,” Amy answered. “But didn't you go and do that too?”


“Yeah by myself!” she pouted. “Mom won't let me be with a boy, or anybody!”


Amy asked, “Is that something you would like, to be with someone, a boy, and have sex?”


“Yeah but mom wouldn't let me,” complained Betsy. “But it's not fair! Look, she does it with men and women all the time.”


Lois answered her, “Betsy I have already told you, you aren't ready to be with a boy, you don't know how to handle them. Boys don't know how to take care of a young girl. They will only take advantage of you and hurt you, both physically and emotionally. You are still so young.”


“I'm almost 13!” she replied indignantly.


Lois said, “Amy, let me ask you, when did you first have sex and who was it with?”

Amy taken-aback a bit with that one blushed at her thought. But she answered, “I was 13.”


Lois continued, “Who was it with? How old was she?”


Amy also most mumbled, “She was a friend of my mother's, she was 40,” she said as she looked out the passenger's side window.


Lois and Amy were both surprised. Lois spit out, “Really how did that go?” while having to keep her eyes on the road and could only glance over at Amy.


Amy turned to face Lois and could see Betsy sitting up in that back while she spoke, “Actually very well, she taught me a lot and it was very good. I was very nervous the first time. But she made me feel good and the sex with her was great. It was a wonderful experience.”


Lois questioned her, “Did your mom know about this happening?”


“You know I never asked my mom, but she knew about it after it happened, and she may have known it was going to happen before it did,” said Amy. “I don't know to this day if I was set up for it. But I think that my mom knew that I was turning out to be gay and her friend was bi and she was open to being with a young girl like me. So it worked out good for us.”


“See, mom,” exclaimed Betsy, “She was 13 and had sex, and it was good, and she isn't all messed up. So if she could do it that, how come I can't.”


“Boys aren't going to be as nice as Amy's friend,” Lois said firmly.


“So who says that it has to be with a boy?” Betsy asked.


“Betsy are you saying you would like to do it with someone other than a boy? Do you like girls?” Lois replied.


“Yes, of course I like girls, you haven't noticed how long it takes me to get dressed for the dance competitions sometimes?” Betsy explained with a roll of her eyes.


“You were checking out the other girls?” her mom asked.


“Well if there was a cute girl and I might get to see her naked or as near to that as possible. Then I might take longer getting dressed so I can see if I can see her naked.”


“Ha-ha-ha!” Lois laughed, “Well, my daughter the horn dog! You are just like your father! He would hang around like that to see who he could see naked too. But really, Betsy, would you like to be with another girl?”


“Yeah mom. You just think that I would only want a boy. You have men and women, so why couldn't I have a girlfriend?”


“Well, Betsy, my dear.” said Lois, “I don't think any of your friends have the same sapphic desires as you have expressed. Not only that but I would worry about your activities getting out to their parents. But I wouldn't object if you had a nice little girlfriend that could be trusted.”


“But I don't have anybody to do that with so I want you to go home so I can do it by myself!” she said with a pout.


“Let me ask you Amy,” said Lois turning to her new friend, “What do you think of young girls having girlfriends?”


“I don't know if I should be involved in a conversation between a mother and daughter,”
Amy said guardedly.

“No, I want your opinion. Can a girl Betsy's age manage to have a lesbian girlfriend?”


“You know that I was 13 my first time and she was 40, but it wasn't like she was my girlfriend, but we were fine together. We had sex together for a couple of years. But at the same time, after she taught me, I did have girlfriends as a young teen., and I have been friends since with young teens.”


“Do you mean when you were older, like your mom's friend?”


“I don't know if I should say anything, I wouldn't want to be making trouble, for anyone.”


“You're among friends here,” said Lois.


“You're asking if I have I been with a girl, like my mom's friend was with me?” Amy asked.


“Yeah,” said Lois, “Have you?”


“OK, but this doesn't go any farther than you two understood?”


“No of course,” said Lois. She turned to her daughter in the back seat. “And you promise too, right Betsy?”


Betsy nodded, “Yes.”


“OK,” Amy admitted, “Yes I have been involved with some younger girls, like my mom's friend was with me.”


“Betsy's age?”


“Yes”


“You said some girls, they were Betsy's age,” Lois probed further. “It makes it sound like there have been more than one. And they were all Betsy's age?”


“One yes, she was 12.”


“But there were others?”


“Yes”


Lois asked, “How old was the youngest?”


“Ten,” said Amy.


“Wow!!” escaped from Betsy.


“How old were you then, Amy?” Lois asked.


“It was two years ago, the first time.”


“What do you mean the first time, there has been more than one time?”


Amy looked a little embarrassed. “Yes, if you must know, I'm still seeing her.”


Lois couldn't keep the look of surprise from her face. “Her mom knows about this?”


“Yes, in this case,” admitted Amy. “I'm friends with her mom and she set her daughter up. She knows that I like women, and that I was young when I started. She is bi too, --she is sort of a girlfriend of mine-- and she started having sex at a very young age. But she was with guys when she started and it caused her trouble. She got pregnant when she was 14, and had to have an abortion. She didn't want to see that happen to her daughter. So this way her daughter can have sex and not get pregnant. She knows I care for the girl and wouldn't hurt her. Besides the girl as an interest in other girls.”


“Amy would you teach me?” Betsy shyly asked.


“Betsy! How can you ask such a question?”Lois choked out.


“No it's OK,” said Amy. “If you don't mind, I can do that for her, if that is what she wants.”


“Oh I want it!” Betsy quickly said.


Lois said while looking straight ahead out the windshield, “Amy you are sure about this? You won't get in trouble on my end if you want to, but you don't have to do this. And you know, Betsy, you can never say anything about this to anybody.”


“No mom I wouldn't tell anyone,” said Betsy now showing some more anticipatory sexual flush in her face. She looked squarely at her mom's new friend, “But Amy you will teach me? When?” Betsy asked eagerly.


“How about this, if it is OK with you Lois,” she looked at Lois with something of an apologetic look. “I'll spend the night with you, Betsy. Will you share your bed with me? We can do it tonight, OK?”


“OK? OK? I'll say it's double, triple, quadruple OK with me!” Betsy said practically jumping out of her seat. “Can we go now? Please? Please?” Her hands had drifted down to her crotch and she was gently rubbing the outside fabric, enjoying the moisture that was forming there.


“Don't you think it will go better on a full stomach? I don't know about you two but the peanuts and cookies on the plane wasn't very filling for me, and it is so close enough to dinner time that I'm starved.” Lois said.


Amy said, “You know any place nice? It will be my treat since you will be giving me Betsy's bed to sleep in tonight.” She turned and gave Betsy a smile.


The hostess seated them in a circular booth in the back. Directly in front of them was a long table seated at it one side was a man and three women. The one on the end was feeding a small child in a high chair. On the other side of the table were several children. They didn't look that much alike but, but two of the unmatched ones both called the man dad.


They slid into their booth Amy in the middle at the circular portion. Betsy was on Amy's right and Lois on her left. It wasn't long after the waitress took their order that Amy felt a hand on her right thigh, the table cloth blocked most of the view of others in the restaurant. Amy looked over and Betsy was grinning. As she was looking at her her Amy felt an hand on her left thigh. It seemed that Lois wasn't going to let Betsy just have Amy to herself in the restaurant.


The conversation lagged a bit as they ate, and Betsy was trying to eat fast so she could get out. But she wasn't about to pass up the chance to have dessert. When the waitress asked Amy would she would like for a dessert, She relied “I have a little something sweet already put away to eat,” she said as she reached under the table and gave Betsy's thigh a little squeeze.


They got home Betsy gave Amy the tour. Betsy was wanting to show off her room. In the meantime Lois brought in the bags. She placed Amy's bag in Betsy's room.


Lois suggested a shower before bed. Lois whispered to Amy “She is a virgin, please don't break her cherry.” Amy nodded her agreement.


Betsy was eager and she dragged Amy into the bathroom. Amy tired to cool Betsy's jets but Betsy was stuck on fast forward. Amy took and peeled Betsy's top and could see her little chest. Her areolas were a dark pink and stood out against her white chest. They were the size of a quarter with nipples that were only fractions of an inch across, but small as they were they were making their presence know as they stood up. She pulled down her stretch pants and panties at one go to reveal a hairless but plumb and surprisingly mature pussy. The other thing mature about her was the fluid starting to leak from between Betsy’s labia. Amy could faintly smell the musk of the girl's excitement.


Betsy got into the shower and quickly washed herself, while Amy undressed. Amy got in with her, and Betsy was a bit surprised to see Amy was as hairless as she was.


As they got out of the shower and were drying Betsy asked, “How come you don't have any hair there?”


“I never grew any,” explained Amy. “I have a rare medical condition that makes it possible that I never will grown any either. Don't worry you can't catch it. But it does mean that I look like you down there. Do you like it?”


“Yeah it's so cute! I mean you look grown up and not at the same time. Either way, you look very hot!”


“Let's not spend any more time talking, we have things to do.” Amy took her hand and led her back to her room. It was a question as to which of them wanted it more.


Amy laid her down in the bed and got in after her. Pulling her to her, Amy placed a soft gentile kiss on Betsy's lips, her first real grown up kiss. It was over in a few seconds. But Amy went back for more. Betsy was tasty, like the raspberry-lemonade she has finished just before leaving the restaurant it was still on her tongue, Amy discovered that when her tongue invaded Betsy's mouth.


They kissed as lovers, which they had been for the last several minutes before Amy began to feel the body of Betsy. She was thin and Amy was drawn to her chest. Finding her areolas were bright pink in color and about the size of a quarter they were now swollen and had risen slightly off her chest. Amy fingered them causing them to swell a little more.


Betsy felt excitement like she has never known, it was like getting a great Christmas present, winning a dance competition and having someone jump out of a closet and shouting boo to her when she didn't expect it, all at the same time. Her skin increased in temperature and it was hyper-sensitive, the slighted touch made her skin come alive. She flushed and her breathing became faster, she began to sweat, and as a surprise to Betsy her pussy felt like it was wet, but she knew that she didn't pee. All this from Amy's kisses. Wow!


Amy for her part was loving being with Betsy. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she did love being with young girls. Feeling Betsy's tiny breast buds was exciting to Amy too. She moved down to kiss and lick Betsy's areolas. She gave them both equal time loving them with her mouth and fingers. With her mouth on one areola and fingers on another one, that left one hand free, it moved down to feel and caress Betsy's belly. It stopped to explore her belly button, tickling her causing Betsy to giggle.


Amy's right hand continued it's southerly journey. Betsy's mons was soft and smooth not having grown any hair yet. Amy could feel that it was a bit warm, and if she could see it from the position her head was in she would see that it was blushing a slight reddish color. One thing Amy could feel was the moisture that was now leaking from Betsy's pussy, causing the area to become very wet. The other thing she could feel was that her clitoris was swelling, standing to attention in response to the erotic feelings its mistress was having.


Amy's touch there made Betsy jump in excitement, like an electric shock. Betsy had touched herself many times, but it wasn't anything like the thrill of having someone else touch her. Amy's finger rubbed around it moved up and down side to side, and sometimes with a harder pressure or just a light touch. It was driving Betsy to higher and higher levels of sexy excitement.


Amy moved down kissing her way down her belly with the obligatory stop at her navel, to lick her inside before continuing on. She passed over Betsy's pussy, much to the youngster's regret, but she began to kiss and lick the upper inside of her thighs. The feelings, while not as good as she wanted or was hoping for, was still exciting all the same. The 12 year-old knew about pussy eating, having watched it on her mom's videos, and she was hoping that her lover would do to her when Amy began to go south with her mouth. But a little while of being kissed there was still making Betsy hotter than she had been before.


Then finally Amy gave Betsy what she had been wanting and waiting for. At first it was licks up and down her labia. It was so smooth licking those hairless lips. Amy loved her girls that way, she didn't get hair in her mouth, and it was better for the girl as she could feel the warm wet and yet roughness of the tongue as it licked her. Amy could taste the sweet nectar leaking from between Betsy's lips. She open the lips using her fingers and dove into her tongue first. Betsy made a noise that was a cross between a sigh and squeal. Amy could get more of Betsy's cream and at the same time lick the inner lips. She flicked her tongue against the urethra before going up to her clit. This is what Betsy had been waiting for and Amy made it well worth the wait. She licked then sucked. Finally she used her fingers to retract the hood over it and gave the clit the direct attention that it was craving. It didn't take very long before Betsy to have the best cum of her young life. She was trashing all over the bed, whipping her head back and forth turning it both ways and moaning loudly. She was arching her hips into Amy's mouth. This went on for two full minutes, before Betsy fell back. She had to push Amy away she couldn't take any more stimulation.


Amy backed off licking her lips they were covered with Betsy's sweet juices. She scooted up beside Betsy. Betsy rolled to kiss Amy to thank her for what she had done. She could taste herself on Amy's lips. It took only a second of getting the taste, she decided that what ever it was, she liked it.


The young girl asked, breathlessly, “What's that on your lips?”


“It's you, my love! It's the special sauce that only you have been making! Why do you ask? You can taste it?”


“Yeah, I can, it's me?” She asked in surprise.


“Yes dear it's you,” said Amy with a sigh. “That's what you taste like when you are all wet and bothered.”


Betsy wondered, “Do all girls taste like that?”


“No every girl will have her own taste, but they mostly taste similar to you.”


“Wow no wonder you’re a lesbian! If I could taste that all the time,” Betsy sighed again. “...I would absolutely love that.”


Amy smiled, looking down at her young lover, “Why don't you find out how another girl tastes right now? Why don't you do for me what I did for you?”


Betsy stammered, “But...but I don't know how to do that.”


“Just do what I did to you, and I'll give you little hints along the way,” said Amy gently. “OK?”


“OK, I guess,” said Betsy, not quite convinced.


“First things first: kissing,” said Amy. “I think you have a good start on that, but let's try a bit more. Just follow my lead.”


Amy kissed Betsy with passion she had just showed a few minutes earlier. Betsy got the hang of quickly. When she had it down correctly, Amy pushed her head down to her boobs and taking one of Betsy's hands, caressed her breast until she got the idea. At the same time she was giving her instructions to on how to lick and suckle on Amy's silver dollar sized areolas. Amy's nipples standing up the size of pencil erasers.


Betsy did well at sucking her boobies, but wasn't long before Amy needed more stimulation. Again, she pushed Betsy farther down her body. Amy spread her legs wide so that Betsy could get a good look at her pussy. It didn't look all that different from her own, just a bit bigger, but the inner lips were tucked up inside her outer lips, and her clit was bigger. Actually what Betsy didn't know was that it was just more excited because of Amy's anticipation of what Betsy could and would do for her.


Betsy didn't have the subtle technique that Amy had. She just plowed ahead and began to lick Amy's outer lips, which just fine with Amy. She licked up and down them a few time, then went inside. Now she could get a full dose of the pussy cream that Amy had been leaking. The flavor of it was a aphrodisiac for Betsy, she had tasted a bit of her own before but to taste some other girl's was like heaven, the nectar of the gods for her.


She licked all inside of her, almost forgetting that Amy also had a clit above her vagina. Betsy started to lick and suck on it in earnest, and try as she might she was too tried and too inexperienced to finish the job and give Amy the orgasm she didn't get in the bathroom back in Philly.


“Amy my mouth is tired,” said Betsy with a sigh. “I don't know if I can continue much more.”


“That's OK, babe,” said Amy. She pointed across the room and continued, “Just go over into my red bag, open it and down on the lower right side is something, bring it to me please.”


Betsy dutifully went and opened her case. Having dug around a bit she held up a vibrator.


“This what you wanted?”


“Yes, bring me Victor.”


“Victor?”


“Yes, he is Victor, my vibrator.”


“Why do you call it Victor?”


“As you can see it is shaped and looks like a guy's penis, and he always makes me a winner. That's why I call him Victor.”


Amy took it from her and turning it on she began to run it around her pussy. Betsy was all eyes as she watched. Amy looked down her body to where her little virgin lover was. “Would you like to do this for me?”


“Oh yeah,” cried Betsy. “What do I do?”


“Run it around the outside...” Amy began giving the 12 year-old detailed instructions. “Good now go up by my clit...not to much and don't press so hard... OK that's better. Try and pull back my hood on my clit and put Victor up against me clit directly... OK That's so good...OK Betsy, take it and fuck me with him...Push him right up my cunt! Move him in and out as fast and as hard as you can... That's it give it to me hard and deep....Keep going. More! More! Oh my god! Do it Betsy! Agggh!”


Amy's face screwed up in the agony of pleasure and her whole body arched in the bed as the pent-up feelings finally and completely found their rightful orgasmic outlet. She moaned out her orgasm, and her legs and arms fluttered in involuntary spasms of release.


Amy finally laid back exhausted from her cum. Betsy moved up to lay beside her, asking her, quite unnecessarily, “Did I do good?”


Giving her a kiss on her nose and then one on her lips, Amy said, “Yes my little lover you did great! How did you like doing this with a girl? You don't think it strange being with another girl?”


“Oh no! I think this is great!, said the girl. “I wonder what girls I can get to do this with me?”


“Why don't you think about it in the morning,” said Amy, getting up slowly and yawning. “Let's get some sleep now. I don't know about you, but I'm on east coast time and it is late. Let me get this cleaned up and put away.”


After getting back into bed Amy wrapped her arms around Betsy. With that Amy dropped off to sleep. Betsy turned the day's remarkable events over in her mind, thinking of her friends, trying to decide who if any of them would be likely to come to bed with her, and keep it quite. There was the fleeting thought, maybe mom could do this with me. She is already bi and she wouldn't tell on me. She would have to give that one more thought. But she decided that for now she would get so sleep too.


Amy woke up a little later than she would have at home, but it was still early, since it was Mountain Time in Salt Lake. She got up quietly so as not to wake a sleeping Betsy. Taking a robe, she went out to the kitchen where she found Lois up drinking coffee. She offered Amy a cup, which was gratefully accepted.


“So how was the night?” Lois asked with a knowing look.


“You have a very cute daughter, and with a little training she might make a first class lesbian. But then is that something you would want for her?” Amy asked with a hint of laughter in her voice to show that she meant it as a bit of a joke.


“Ha-ha-ha, maybe you can train her up! I kind of get the feeling that you've done this with a young girl before once or twice?” Lois asked arching her brows.


Amy made a face, scrunching up her nose and said, “Only a time or ten before.”


“Seriously, you have been with young girls before?” Lois asked with real interest.


“Well not ten, but yes I have been with young girls before, even more than the girl that I've been seeing. I guess you could say I am training up her,” Amy admitted.


“Do you like teaching them about girl/girl love?” Lois wondered.


“Yes, I will admit that I have been with several girls. I have a reputation among the women that I know, that I like younger girls and I am willing to teach a girl about lesbian love. I have had a few of them reach out to me and ask me to teach their daughters. After all that is what I get paid to do, teach.” With that Lois' jaw dropped. “Relax, I only mean I get paid to teach art history, not sex to young girls...My idea of a little joke. Besides I do girls for free. Ha-ha-ha.”


Lois got it and joined her in laughter. “I've never been with a young girl and I wonder what it would be like.”


“If you ever get the chance you, should try, I'm sure you'll like it.”


“Maybe I will,” she said taking another sip of her coffee.


“I think I would like a shower and get dressed,” said Amy. “Do you think I could get a ride over to my hotel. They'll be expecting me.”


“Oh, yeah, no problem,” said Lois, putting her cup down and getting up from the table. “I'll show you the bathroom and get you a towel.”


Amy was able to shower and get her things from Betsy's room and dress without waking the girl. She had another cup of coffee while she waited for Lois to be ready to drive her over. When Betsy got up, she walked into the kitchen to see Amy already there and dressed.


“Good morning, sleepyhead!” said Amy.


“Mornin' Amy,” said Betsy yawning again. Then she saw Amy's clothes. “Oh, you're all dressed!”


“Yes I need to be going. Your mom will drive me over to my hotel in the city.”


“Oh,” said Betsy with alarm, “Do you really need to leave?”


“Yes, babe, that's why I came here, to do my work. You my dear are a very pleasant addition to my trip!” Amy put her arm around the 12 year-old and hugged her close. “But I came to do my work and my work I must do.”


“Oh, darn! I guess you have to do what you have to do.”


Just them Lois came in, “Oh Betsy, good to see that you're up.”


“Mom you are going to take Amy to her hotel now?”


“Yes,” said Lois.


“Can I go too?”


“Go and get dressed, and be quick about it.” Betsy scooted out quickly. Lois watched her go and turned to Amy. “I think you have a real fan there. You must have given her a good time.”


Smiling, Amy said, “I aim to please.”


Betsy was back in a flash with t-shirt and shorts, sans underwear, carrying her shoes. “I'm ready mom.”


Betsy wanted Amy to sit in the back and held her hand on the drive over, leaving Lois up front to play chauffeur. When they got there, Amy gave Betsy a big kiss and was out. Betsy got out and got up front for the ride home.


The girl was sad on the drive back home. She turned to her mother and said, “Mom do you think we will see her again?”


Lois said, “You never know, but maybe we, or should I say you, can see her if we go back east again, or she is back this way again. I have her email so we can be in touch.”


“Oh great! I would love to write to her.”


“You had a really good time?”


“Oh mom it was wonderful!” she exclaimed. She had been slowly rubbing her pussy while they talked. “I think sex is great! I want it all the time now. When can I have more?”


“Betsy, dear, I still don't think you're old enough to be handle boys,” explained Lois.


“I don't care about boys! I want to have sex with girls! Can I? I'm almost 13!” Betsy thrust out her chest, showing the breast nubbins standing up under the thin cotton t-shirt. Her hand had drifted to the crotch of her shorts, where Lois could see a moist spot forming as the girl was slowly rubbing her clit through the fabric.


“I don't know, but I guess you are getting old enough for sleepovers. We'll see what we can do for you.”


“Can I have a sleepover for my birthday?” she asked excitedly.


“I don't see that would be a problem,” said Lois with a smile. She put her free arm around her daughter's shoulder and said warmly, “Let's talk more about it later.”


The rest of the drive home left each of them thinking of Amy, and the flight delay that made a significant change in both of their lives.

The End

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