Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2007 12:00:00 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: Hollywood, Florida Bitch (lesbian / adult youth, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2007 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Hollywood Florida Bitch By Jan The air temperature 84 degrees, water temperature 84 degrees humidity 84 percent, just an average Florida day the week before New Year's. Maggie looked out of the double paned window at the water and debated going for a swim. She figured, why the hell should she go swimming the water would not cool her off. She looked in the full length mirror on her closet door. She had leaned about how much the sun damaged the human skin too late. Her skin was leathery and dry. She had been a very attractive woman in her youth. She had a Playboy Bunny figure still. She was five-foot seven-inches tall with measurements a teenager would die for, 36-DD, 24, and 38. Oh, the breasts sagged a little and the mauve areolas looked dry. The nipples had a volcano look about them. The flesh on her lower tummy sagged too. Her once plump butt had dimples in them. There was even some cellulite in her thighs. She had naturally dark hair that she spent a lot of money on to have lightened and conditioned. Her pubic bush was shaved into a narrow vertical strip above her pussy. It was also trimmed so that every hair was no more than a quarter inch long. She could not resist lifting her breasts to admire them. They had always been her best attention getter. Men, Women, boys and girls always gave her admiring glances. She selected black scanty high rise panties. She pulled them up her legs and pulled the narrow strip up and over her hip bones. Then she selected a matching black bra that barely covered her areolas. The nipples showed through the bra. She fastened the back and adjusted the shoulder straps. She selected petty socks so they would not show above her white leather cross trainer tennis shoes. Then she selected light blue short shorts to cover her panties. Then she pulled a white jersey tank top over her head. As she pulled the material down over her tits she shook her head to free her hair. The mane hung down her back almost to her waist. She leaned close to her vanity mirror as she applied a skin moistener, eye shadow, mascara, blush and lipstick. The last thing she did was fluff her hair and took one last look at herself. She picked up her clutch purse on the way out. All she carried with her was keys; credit cards a few bills, a couple of pictures of her girlfriend and ID. The keys were attached with a quick release. She locked the door as she closed it behind herself. Stepping into the sun reminded her just how warm it was. She had parked her car under the shade of a tree. She plucked a few leaves from her wind shield. After starting the engine she turned on the air conditioner. She drove along the water front to the mall. She planned on doing a little shopping but she was really looking for a girl to seduce. She went to a fashionable shop and browsed through the dresses. She was thinking of getting a new party dress for the New Year's Eve party she normally went to at her favorite lesbian night club. She was also checking out the clerks. None of them suited her tastes. She bought a few things she didn't need and stopped at a food court to get a cool drink. She bought a tall iced tea. She did not want a drink filled with sugar. She set her packages down by the white plastic chair and sat down resting her elbows on the glass topped table. She took a sip of her tea before settling back to watch the parade of women passing by. Some of those young teenagers were such teases. They dressed so provocatively. Their pants and shorts were too tight. Their tops were too tight. A good number of them didn't have bras on at all. The full breasted ones swung and giggled too much as the strolled past the shops. The ones with small breasts that were braless had their little nipples poking against their tops. She did enjoy the eye candy but she didn't have a plan to approach one of them. While she was watching the parade in front of her, a group of four giddy girls gathered around the table behind her. They were full of energy, noisy as they chattered about a variety of subjects. They were talking about teachers and subjects at school, boys they were dating and making comments about the women passing the food court. They were ragging on the women with comments like "If I were that fat and ugly I would never be seen in public in anything but a burka." That brought laughs of glee from the group. They were carrying on about what New Years Party they wanted to go to. One by one the group gave their excuses for having to get home as they parted. The last one seated at the table the woman studied before approaching her. She finished her tea and gathered up her packages as she made a show of heading for the exit. She made sure she missed the handle of one of the plastic bags so that when she picked up her packages, one of the plastic bags spilled on the floor. As it fell on the floor the girl sitting at the table behind her quickly picked the bag up as she scooped the boxes back into it. She said, "Can I help you carry your packages to your car?" The women said, "Aren't you sweet dear. That would be so nice of you." The girl took a couple of more packages from the women and fell in stride beside her as they headed for the exit. The humid heat felt very oppressive as they left the air conditioned mall. They were both sweating by the time they reached her car. As the woman used her remote to open her car she opened the trunk so that she could deposit her purchases. The girl also placed her load in the truck. She was just about to leave when the woman said, "Honey can I give you a lift home?" The girl said, "I might not be headed in your direction?" The woman asked, "Which way are you going?" The girl responded, "I live up the coast a few miles." The woman beamed, "So do I." The girl's face beamed, "OK!" She headed for the passenger side of the car. As soon as the engine came to life the woman turned on the air conditioner. She turned towards the girl and said, "My name is Sheila." The girl said, "I'm Connie." Sheila took in the girl with an appraising eye and liked what she saw. The girl was athletic looking. The shorts she had on were tight fitting black things that looked like the seams would split any moment. The tube top was stretched to the limit too. She could tell that her breasts were a tasty 36- C. She could make out the shape of her nipples through the material. She could see down the cleavage and it was enough to make her panties wet with more than sweat. Connie's hair looked like corn silk. She had it pulled back into a ponytail to keep it off of her neck. The bangs covered her forehead. She wanted to kiss her right then and there. Sheila said, "I couldn't help overhearing you and your friends talking about what you were going to do for the New Year. I would be thrilled if you would accompany me to a party." Connie perked up, "What kind of a party is it?" Sheila said, "It is hen party at a night club that I love to hang out at." The prospect of going to a night club would be a great forbidden adventure. The term hen party intrigued her, it aroused her curiosity. "What is a hen party?" Sheila smiled, "I don't want to shock you, but my friends are all lesbians." Connie's head turned quickly as she looked at the attractive woman again. She had pictured her as being a retired fashion model or something glamorous like that. It had never crossed her mind that this attractive woman might be a sexual pervert. At the same time the idea of having sex with an older woman also turned her on. Connie paused for a moment, "I would have never suspected that you were a muff diver." Sheila laughed, "I was born to suck pussy. Don't worry I'm not going to jump your bones, unless you want me too." Connie looked at her face, "I have never done anything like that." Sheila gave her a look, "You're telling me you never felt up a girlfriend or kissed her pussy?" Connie blushed, "Oh a girlfriend and I used to play with each other's pussy when we were about ten." Sheila reached over the consol and patted Connie's bare thigh. "If you ever want to try it I would be happy to be your guide. You would probably find out that sex with women is more rewarding than sex with men. Women know what turns on women better than men. All they want is to cum and fall asleep. A woman would never leave you hanging." Sheila could see that Connie was thinking. She was sure that some boys had left her unsatisfied. She pulled a business card from the sun visor and handed it to Connie. "Give me a call I you ever want to find out what the lavender world is like." Connie looked at the card and held it in her hand as she gave Sheila directions to her home. When the car pulled up in front of her home she thanked her for the lift and got out. Connie did some serious thinking that night. The idea of going on a date with a lesbian seemed so rebellious. Her friends would go to some party and drink some sweet sticky stuff. Get drunk and make out with some boys. They might put out for them even. All of them would wake up with a dry mouth and a hangover. She had slipped the business card in her hip pocket. She retrieved it in the morning before heading to the beach. She met her buds where they always gathered. They were talking nonstop about the same old shit. Connie was unusually quiet because she was thinking about the older women with the deep tan. As the girls went their own ways in the afternoon Connie flipped her cell phone open and called the number on Sheila's business card. They both said, "Hello!" Connie asked, "Were you serious about wanting to take me on a date for New Years?" Sheila said, "Connie, honey I would be thrilled to take you to the party with me." Connie asked, "What should I wear? I don't have a fake ID. Will that be a problem?" Sheila grinned, "This is a closed private party. No one will be checking ID's. So dress as sexy as you like." Connie smiled and said, "What time will you pick me up? Should I have panties on or not?" Sheila beamed, reminded her about the address. "I will pick you up at nine. As for the panties, suit yourself. If you want to go that far, either way they would be no problem." After Connie gave her the address she hung up and was pleased with herself. That night her mother told her that she and her father would be going to a New Years party with their friends. She asked what Connie was planning on doing for New Years. Connie told her that she was planning on going to a party with her friends and would stay over night with her best friend Helen. Her mother pictured the four girls getting a little drunk and even getting laid by some boys. She admonished Connie to practice safe sex as she swatted Connie on the butt. Connie grinned as she thought about what her mother would say if she knew she was going to her first lesbian party with a woman old enough to be her mother. New Years Eve she debated on what to wear over and over. She bathed very carefully and touched up her toenail polish and fingernails as she lounged around naked. Her parents were fussing around in the master bathroom too. Her mother poked her head in just long enough to say they were leaving. She told her if her party didn't work out that she should come home. She figured the best way to look older was for her to wear the simple black shift. She selected black pumps with three inch heels. She figured any higher would make her feet hurt too much. She selected dark nylons with built in elastic garter tops because they would be sexy. She spent a lot of time fixing her hair. She had curled it. After she was satisfied with the way it looked she sprayed it with lacquer. She looked at matching bras and panties before deciding why the hell she should bother hiding the candy. She put on the nylons and checked the way they looked in her full length mirror and put on her heels. She stepped into the dress and struggled with pulling it up over her hips and sticking her arms into the shoulder straps. She reached behind herself to pull up the zipper and hook the catch at the top. She tugged on the dress to settle it down and smoothed it out. She put on black pearl ear rings and a single row necklace. When she looked in the mirror she was pleased with what she looked like. As the clock approached the appointed time she started getting nervous. She was listening to the sounds of passing cars. When she heard a car pull up in front of her house she ran to the door to verify that it was Sheila. When she recognized the car she locked the door behind her. She had selected a black velvet clutch for her lipstick, key and money. She debated about not taking her ID because if she had to show it they would know that she was not even old enough to drive. But she had included it anyway. She ran across the path to the curb. Sheila had leaned across the car and opened the door. Connie stepped down as she entered the car and closed the door. She settled back in the seat and was fastening the seat belt as the car pulled away. Sheila said, "You look absolutely ravishing. The black dress makes you look so mature. I almost didn't recognize you." Connie beamed at the compliment, "Thank you." Connie was checking out Sheila too. Sheila was an old hand at putting on war paint. She had worked hard to make herself look as young as she could. She had selected her best matching bra and panties. The bra was a push up. She didn't want her heavy tits sagging in front of this tasty young thing. Because she still had a good figure and it was still warm she has chosen a tight fitting crape dress in a pastel black because it was after all a formal party. She had large diamond studs in her ears. Connie could see by the lights in the dash that Sheila had on dark nylons too. They headed up town and Sheila weaved her car through traffic with purpose until she swung the car into a driveway and parked her car in a crowded parking lot. Connie observed that she had been by this place many times and had never suspected that it was a lesbian night club. As she looked at the neon sign she wondered why she had never suspected before. The flashing sign identified the club as "The Shadow Ball Room". Sheila put her hand around Connie's waist and led her through the padded door. They passed down a narrow hall to a large room behind the shops on the front street. When they passed through the second door they were greeted by the pale pink indirect lighting and the crowded smoke filled room. The air conditioner was working hard to cool the space but with so many bodies pressed against each other it was still very warm. Connie could feel the sweat trickling down the small of her back. The smell of such a variety of perfumes and alcohol and body sweat was too sweet. As they weaved their way through the crowd Connie felt hands brushing her ass. Shelia was acknowledging the greetings of friends as they passed with hugs and phantom kisses on the cheek. God forbid they should mess up the makeup with lipstick. She heard some women asking Shelia if she had become a letch. She knew it was in reference to her. Shelia was quick to toss out a retort like "Why, did you think I wanted to smell your old cunt tonight?" When they reached a red booth a woman beamed at Sheila and waved her over to join her. As Sheila and Connie slid around on the plastic seat a couple of women that had been sitting on the other side had to get up. They found a couple of chrome chairs and sat facing them at the half round table. Sheila waved for a waitress and ordered drinks for both of them. The waitress only gave Connie a glance because she knew the girl was under age. The only saving grace was that this was a New Years party and no money was being charged. All of the invited guests had paid up front. The women at the table all wanted to know who Sheila had brought to the party. When Sheila introduced Connie to her friends they all wanted to shake her hand and give her a kiss. Sheila quietly cautioned Connie to go easy on the booze. If we are going to party tonight I want you to remember it tomorrow. Connie blushed. Connie was fascinated by the party guests. Some of them were dressed in men's tuxedos with their hair cropped short and no makeup. Some could even pass as men but most just looked like round faced chubby women looking comical in men's clothes. The other women were dressed very fashionably in cocktail dresses. If it were not for the place they were Connie would have never guessed that they were lesbians. One couple that caught her eye was a Hispanic woman dressed like a male tango dancer. She had on tight fitting pants, high keeled dancing shoes, and a fancy shirt with bloused sleeves. Her black hair was slicked back in what was called a duck's tail in the fifties, ala Fonzzy. The other member of the couple was a blond that looked like she was trying to look like Marilyn Monroe. She was even putting on the squeaky squeal when she talked to anyone. She watched as the women hugged and kissed when they greeted each other. The ones she figured were the butch ones wanted to kiss lips with tongue. They would also grope the bodies of the objects of their affections. There were even some arguments because one woman accused her girlfriend of cheating on her or flirting with some other bitch. Shelia's friends wanted to know how they had met. Connie simply said, "Shelia picked me up at the mall." One very butch looking gal sitting in the booth was less than subtle when she said, "If you get tired of older women look me up." Sheila gave her a nasty look, "Bitch quit trying to score on my date or you're going to find out if this old bitch still has it." They both laughed. It lightened the moment even if there had been some true feelings expressed. Sheila placed her hand on Connie's leg below the hem of her dress as an expression of possession. Connie felt her muscle react under Sheila's hand. As the party progressed and Connie had a couple of more drinks she began to relax in the company of the women. She felt like no one was going to rape her and after all she was there to find out what it was all about. She danced with both fem and butch women. She even enjoyed the way the women felt her ass while dancing. She even kissed a few on the mouth. When the New Year approached she was being hugged by Sheila. As the MC counted down the moment Sheila kissed her on the mouth very passionately. Sheila was gripping both cheeks of her ass while she stuck her tongue into Connie's mouth. People started leaving the party after the New Year moment came and went. At least they were leaving in groups of two and four. Connie was fascinated by the couplings. There were black dikes with white fems, dikes with dikes, fems with fems. Shelia's friends were ready to leave and tried to get Sheila to bring Connie to a party at the home of one of them. Sheila jokingly said, "Why would I want to take Connie to a party where you bitches would be pawing her. You horny old pussy hounds might scare my baby away." As the place emptied Sheila ushered Connie out. Sheila took great pains to drive home safely. She didn't want to attract the attention of some cops having to work on New Years Eve. When they arrived at Sheila's home she inquired if Connie was planning on spending the night with her. Connie said, "I have made arrangements to spend the night." Sheila took her into her arms and kissed her very passionately. When she pressed her breasts against Connie's and grabbed her by the butt she knew there was no underwear under the dress. She led the teenager to her bedroom and turned on her pink nightlight and started helping Connie undress. She unzipped the back of Connie's dress and pulled the straps off of her shoulders. Connie bent over to step out of the dress. When she stood up with the dress hanging from her hand Sheila could admire the beauty of the girl's naked body. All Connie had on was the jewelry, nylons and black heels. Sheila found it very erotic to see the teenager in nylons and heels. She could also smell Connie's Calvin Cline perfume. She wanted to toss her onto the bed and ravish her body but suspected that she might turn Connie off. She wanted to convert Connie to lesbianism. Connie was just as interested in finding out what it would be like to have sex with an older woman. She approached Sheila and started helping her undress. She stood behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. Sheila stepped out of it just as Connie had. Unlike Connie she had on underwear. Connie saw that the woman's skin was not as supple as it must have been in her youth and sagged a little. The black matching panties and bra were very sexy. The push up bra was designed to show off the nipples as much as possible. The nylons were very sexy too. Sheila reached behind her back to unhook the bra as she turned to face Connie. She watched Connie's face as she pulled the cups free of her breasts. It would have hurt her feelings if Connie had shown any signs of revulsions to her big sagging breasts. She needn't have worried Connie was captivated by the sight of tits twice the size of her own. The slight indentation of her mauve areolas with the dry looking skin did not diminish the girl's fascination with the big melons. Connie could not resist reaching for both tits while Sheila bent over to pull down her panties. Sheila's breasts dangled freely as she lifted each leg to step out of the panties. Sheila had a wicked streak in her. She waved the crotch of her panties under Connie's nose. She knew that having been sweating in the nightclub for hours would have her panties ripe with the smell of her pussy. The look on Connie's face told Sheila that the smell of her panties had turned her on. She drew the naked girl to her body and hugged her. Connie loved the feeling of Sheila's large breasts pressed against her upper chest. She was able to place her face between the cleavage of the tits and smell Sheila's expensive perfume. She recognized that it was Elizabeth Taylor's White Diamond. She wanted to take one of the woman's nipples into her mouth but Sheila broke the embrace to place the teenager on the bed. As Connie lay on the bed she was almost eye level with Sheila's pussy. Sheila was still a very vain woman. She not only trimmed her pubic hair she plucked unwanted hairs that would show if she chose to put on a bikini or thong. The aroma of female sex was strong. Connie had never thought about the sex appeal of the aroma of a woman's pussy before. At that moment she could not deny that the smell was making her pussy wet. Shelia lay next to Connie on the bed and hugged her and kissed her face all over before kissing her mouth. She covered one of Connie's breasts with her hand and felt the response of the fresh young flesh. She knew that her own skin would not rebound as fast. She mounted the girl like a man would with her pubic mound pressed against Connie's pubic bone. She moved her hips in a fucking motion and it soon had Connie panting like a puppy dog. Shelia started talking dirty to Connie. "Move your butt baby I want to fuck you to death." She slipped a hand between their bodies and started rubbing Connie's labia and clit hard and fast. Connie had masturbated many times and even allowed boys to do it to her but nothing had ever felt like what Sheila was doing to her. She had a climax that shook her body and she went as limp as a wet dish rag. Sheila allowed her to recover by lifting her body off of Connie. Connie tried to hold Sheila against her body but Sheila was too strong. She moved to the foot of the bed and spread Connie's legs. She studied the young pussy as if she was memorizing every wrinkle. She blew her breath on the pussy to stimulate Connie. She knew the longer she took before actually performing oral sex on her would make her more stimulated. Connie could not stand it and laced her fingers through Sheila's hair and tried to pull the face against her pussy. Sheila was strong enough to resist no matter how much the teen pulled on her hair. When she was ready she said, "Does my nasty little cunt want Mama to suck her pussy?" Connie begged, "Please! Please suck my cunt." Sheila placed her mouth on the dark blond pussy hair and used her tongue to the moist pussy. She teased it for a long time before she actually started sucking the pussy. She reached up and took hold of the tits like she was kneading two balls of bread dough at the same time she was licking and chewing on the flesh of the girl's pussy. When Connie climaxed this time she shook violently and passed out for a short time. When Connie woke up she was so spent she could hardly lift her arms. Sheila asked, "Does my little pussy slave want to find out what a mature woman's pussy tastes like?" Connie begged, "Oh! Mama please let me taste you smelly cunt." Sheila turned around on the bed and lay on top of Connie. She made contact with her resilient breasts as she lowered her pussy to the full lips of the girl's mouth. Connie found that her nose was so close to Sheila's asshole that she could smell it. She tasted the faint traces of urine on the pussy hair. The meaty taste of her pussy made her started having little miniature climaxes. She stayed with it while Sheila started saying things like, "My pussy slave wants pussy so bad she cums just tasting it." Sheila started playing with Connie's pussy again. She did so for awhile before she started sucking the pussy again. She also added a new thrill to Connie's education by tickling her asshole while eating her pussy. When Connie had another strong climax Sheila allowed her to rest. She covered her naked body with a sheet. It was too hot to even think about a light blanket. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. In the morning Connie woke up with a full bladder and hungry. She had not drunk enough to give her a hangover. She was a little dehydrated though. She followed Sheila into the bathroom and waited her turn to sit down and pee. Sheila gave her a new toothbrush and they brushed their teeth without any shame or guilt. She asked if she could use the phone to call home. After Sheila handed her a cordless phone she called home. She assured her mother that she had made it home to Margie's home with no problem. She did not contest her mother's allusion of her having a hangover. It was just as well that her mother was thinking she was spending the day with a friend nursing a hangover than give away that she was having her first lesbian relationship with a woman as old if not older than she was. Connie was the one to initiate the next sexual encounter. She had Shelia lay on the bed first then lifted Sheila's legs up and held them by the back of the knees as she looked at the woman's pussy and asshole. She licked the pussy until Sheila was making loud sounds and talking dirt. When Sheila was close to climaxing Connie zeroed in on the asshole and actually tongue fucked her first ass. They spent the day lounging around and performing oral sex on each other when ever they got horny. When the sun was setting they got dressed and Sheila took Connie home. They didn't want to arouse suspicion by making a public display of their relationship by making out in front of her home. They promised to contact each other soon. Connie kissed her on the cheek and got out of the car. All her mother said was that it was nice that Margie's mother brought her home. She didn't press her about safe sex. Connie changed clothes and got ready for bed. She didn't sleep much that night. She was thinking about sex. Would Sheila get upset if she asked her to set her up with one of those butch dikes? I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com