XXX-Cheerleader's Club

My name is Paige Larson, and I am a thirty-five-year-old single mother with a fifteen-year-old daughter, Stephanie. After my divorce and my ex moving to New York with his new fiancée, I was given an opportunity to move from Fresno to Laguna Beach with a promotion. I was moved to the company headquarters as the Director of Customer Service for a large marketing firm.

Stephanie was actually excited about the move, as her best friend had recently moved to Irvine, nearby. She is a bit of a nerd, so friends are few and far between. We were both anxious for a fresh start.

The bonus for me was being reunited with my bestie, Rachel Lowery. We went to high school together in Fresno, and I got her a position with my company several years ago. She transferred to headquarters almost two years prior to me, and loved Laguna. I had turned down opportunities to make the move before, but Rachel was a big reason why I even considered leaving Fresno after spending my entire life there.

We got settled into our new place in mid-August, and I was headed to the school to get Stephanie registered. It was orientation week and I had missed getting her signed up. I decided to show up early and beg to get her in, despite missing the deadline.

I'm an ex-cheerleader and gymnast and have maintained my shape through yoga and swimming over the years. I also have blonde hair and blue eyes and know how to use them. So, just in case the person I would be dealing with was a man, I wore my blouse a little tight and left a button or two undone. I needed all the help I could get. I wore a suit jacket and skirt that fit me nicely, if I dared say so myself.

We arrived at the school one hour before the scheduled start of nine AM. But it was already busy, as parents and students had been directed to arrive at eight to register.

I got in line at the registration table and observed they were checking names off a list and handing them a packet of info. Assuming our name would not be on the orientation list, I left Stephanie in line and instructed her to beg, if necessary, for them to let her into orientation.

Then I proceeded to the office to work it from the top down. In the office, I saw a young lady in a cheerleader outfit standing next to a desk looking through papers and a man with a shirt and tie sipping coffee. He was fortyish and in decent shape. I had my target.

"Excuse me sir, I hope you can help me, please," I said, batting my poor, helpless eyes.

He smiled, "Hi, I'm Coach Zidies, what can I do for you Miss, a..."

"Paige Larson, so nice to meet you." I reached out my right hand to shake and he eagerly complied, glancing at my left hand for a ring. He was not wearing one, so my hopes were high.

"I'm new in town with my daughter, Stephanie, who will be attending school here. Unfortunately, I somehow missed getting her signed up for orientation..."

"Unfortunately, I'm late for morning practice, but that young lady right there might be able to help you," he said, pointing to the cheerleader.

My hopes sank a little, with that news.

"Marie, can you help Miss Larson, here."

She didn't look up. "Be with you in a minute, wild morning."

"Nice to meet you, gotta go," said Coach Zidies, as he scurried off.

I stood there, as she continued looking through papers and writing on some of them. I peeked back into the principal's office but could not see anyone in there. It was not working out like I'd hoped.

After another long moment, I cleared my throat only to get a touch of attitude. "Be with you in just a moment," she said, without looking up.

I was growing more frustrated as I waited, knowing a cheerleader was not the answer to my problem. I needed an administrator, who had a little clout.

I was just about to walk out when she began to move slowly in my direction, nose buried in papers.

She glanced up, "How may I..." Her eyes met mine and she froze.

Her mouth opened a bit as if to speak and her eyes darted down scanning me quickly and her expression turned unmistakably-- sexual. I had only experienced that look on a few occasions in life. One was my ex-husband, that was all it took for us to fall madly in love and...

Suddenly, I panicked and blushed as she swallowed hard. I struggled for words as this young lady looked as if she were going to devour me on the spot.

"I, ah..." she stuttered.

I wasn't gay, but that hungry look from such a gorgeous young lady gave me a tingle and an ego boost that made my blush deepen.

"I'm so sorry, where's my mind at this morning. How can I help you? Miss Larson, is it?"

She held out her hand and I took it. She looked like she was in a fog as she shook my hand and her eyes rolled to my tits.

Apparently, my strategy paid off, after all. I went back to my damsel in distress voice and told her my dilemma, purposely looking into her hazel-blue eyes. She was remarkably pretty, I did have to say. As I told my story, she stepped around the desk, and we sat next to each other in some chairs in the office area.

When I finished, she looked at me with a big, beautiful smile. "I'm really not supposed to do this, but I think I can find a way to get her in."

"Oh, thank you so much, I owe you one, Miss..."

"Oh my, I never did tell you my name, did I?" She blushed. "Marie Carter..."

I leaned over the arm of the chair and hugged her tightly, purposely pushing my breasts against hers.

She sighed, as we hugged and I held her longer than I ever normally would, but I needed to make sure she understood, just how grateful I was.

"I don't know how I could ever repay you Miss Carter," I whispered in her ear.

I heard her take a broken breath and could almost feel her trembling. I thought, 'I think that is just the right amount of flirting and released her. I was willing to flirt with a guy to get it done, why not a girl.'

She stuttered a bit and stood up. "Where is she, Miss Larson? Since you have been so sweet to me, I'm going to take her under my wing, personally get her in and escort her this morning."

"That's so nice, are you sure you can do that? Don't you have responsibilities?" I asked, in my innocent, grateful tone.

"I am just overseeing the registration and I'm in uniform in case there were any cheerleader candidates. There are none so far. You know what? Let's find her and pretend she's interested in cheerleading. That will give me an excuse to spend the day with her." She smiled, looking at me longingly.

"I will definitely owe you one, Miss Carter. Thank you so much," I said, with my best flirtation voice.

"Don't worry, I intend to collect," she said, grinning mischievously.

I felt bad, taking advantage of the young lady, but Stephanie is priority one with me.

The timing was good, as Stephanie was just two back in line from the registration table. When I pointed her out to Marie, she stepped in and took care of everything. She hand wrote name badges for us and stuck them on us, pausing awkwardly as she peeled and stuck mine over my left breast. Then she took Stephanie's hand and started to lead her off.

"Miss Larson, the parents will be assembling in the auditorium at about ten. The students will join you about eleven, we should wrap up by one or so. If you don't mind, I will show Stephanie... can I call you Steph?"

Stephanie was never excited about that name, but she nodded and smiled. "Sure."

"Great! I'll show Steph around and you can hang out with the parents. See you later."

I found a seat on a bench outside and replied to some emails. Then I texted Rachel.

Me: I got her into orientation!

Rachel: Awesome. Coming to work or staying?

Me: Staying should be done 1-ish

Rachel: Want some company?

Me: Really? You would do that?

Rachel: I'm in sales, I'm supposed to be on the road. You can be my morning meeting.

Me: Sure we can talk about the Stevens account at some point.

Rachel: See you soon. Where're you going to be in 30 minutes.

Me: Bench to the right of main entrance.

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While I waited, I watched the parents and students all around, so thankful to have someone I actually knew to spend time with. I saw Marie talking with Stephanie and introducing her to some other students, as she gave her a detailed one-on-one tour.

When Rachel arrived, she joined me on the bench.

"You do know I have ulterior motives for joining you today. Ally will be coming next year, so this is a great chance to support you and get a feel for the place."

We chatted for several minutes, and I explained what happened and how I got her in. Including flirting with the Cheerleader Captain.

She laughed. "You are a naughty girl, Paige Larson."

"Whatever it takes," I joked.

Just then, they came walking by.

"Oh, hello again, Miss Larson. Steph and I are having a great time, aren't we, sweetie?" asked Marie.

Marie looked Paige in the eye and gently bit her bottom lip.

"Yes, thank you so much for showing me around. Hi Miss Larson," said Stephanie, as she gave Rachel a hug.

I introduced them. "Rachel, this is Marie, the ever so helpful young lady I told you about."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Rachel. Do you have a student here?" asked Marie.

"Next year. I'm just here to support Paige," she replied.

"Not often I get to meet two such beautiful ladies in one morning."

"Look at you, Miss Marie, then look at me. It's like Kendall Jenner calling Joy Behar beautiful," said Rachel.

"You ladies are so good for my ego," smiled Marie. "You two know exactly how hot you are but play it coy. I've got you figured out."

Suddenly, a sweaty boy in football gear came up to her. "Are we good for lunch when this is over, babe?"

"Not today, but maybe tomorrow, once you shower," replied Marie, after a brief peck of a kiss.

I was a little surprised that she came across so blatantly gay earlier, but had a boyfriend. Then I didn't feel so bad about flirting with her. His name was Michael, and he was a running back.

After he left, she turned to me. "Not sure how much longer I'm gonna keep him around."

She flashed a sly little smirk. Then looked back at Stephanie. "Sick of me yet, or do you want to continue?"

Stephanie lit up at the attention from a popular older girl.

"I will see you soon, Miss Larson." Marie smiled, and looked me in the eyes again.

She really was a pretty, bright, piece of work. She was not afraid to use what God gave her, either. It occurred to me; we were like a Head Cheerleader club. Rachel was captain the year after I graduated as Captain.

As they walked off, Rachel giggled. "Holy shit, she's hot for you. Did she just let you know she's dumping her boyfriend to turn gay for you?"

"Yeah, I think so. I'd better turn down the flirtation a little," I joked.

We went to the parents portion of the orientation, and when the students came in for the joint portion of the presentation, Marie came and sat next to me.

"Hello again, Miss Larson," she said, with her hungry smile. "Would it be okay if Steph sat with me and some friends?"

"That would be awesome. Thanks so much for making her feel welcome," I said, trying not to give off any more flirting vibes.

"Anything for you, Miss Larson." She stood up slowly, keeping her face close to Paige's as she did. This also offered a view of her cleavage. "By the way, my nineteenth birthday is next month. I would like to invite you and Steph to my party, if that's okay?"

"Sure that would be great. Thank you," I replied, thinking how sweet she was being to us.

As she walked away, Rachel joked. "She is so damn pretty, and she's legal. She would make me think about it."

"Stop!" I slapped her shoulder. "Let's not get any rumors started."

After the orientation, I needed to get Stephanie home and get back to work, so I tracked them down quickly.

"Stephanie, we need to get going, sweetie," I said, trying not to engage Marie again. "I need to get to work."

"Miss Larson, the squad and I are going for ice cream after we help clean up. Do you think Steph can join us? I can bring her home afterwards."

Stephanie was pleading with her eyes, trying to act calm and cool, but wanting to jump up and down and beg, if needed.

It was against my better judgement to let her go in a car with a teenaged driver, but Marie was taking her under her wing. It was such a great opportunity. The instant attention being seen hanging with the cheerleaders before ever even attending the school. The look of concern was obvious, and Marie noticed.

"Miss Larson, I have been driving for four years with no accidents, speeding tickets or even parking tickets. It's the middle of the day and we're going for ice cream."

I gave in. "Okay, on one condition. Marie, look me in the eye and promise you will be careful and look out for Stephanie," I said, sternly.

She stepped closer, looking me in the eye. She really looked so mature, at that moment.

"Miss Larson, I promise to take care of your daughter, and bring her home safe and sound. Give me your phone number and I will text you every step of the way. I promise."

I was impressed that she made that offer and shared my number.

"If you give me your phone, I will download the track-my-phone app and you can know exactly where we are," she said, with a hint of sarcasm.

I called her bluff, but she did it, and even showed me it was working.

The day went as promised, and she even texted several photos. One of Stephanie helping carry off the registration tables and several talking to teachers with their names and which class they taught. Later, there were pictures from the ice cream shop of Stephanie with several cheerleaders making goofy faces and a head shot of Stephanie and Marie touching heads, smiling, and waving.

She dropped her off around four. When I got home around six-thirty, to my surprise, Marie was still there. They were on the sofa together watching some trashy housewives show, or something. I generally did not let her watch that stuff, but since Marie had done so much for her, I did not make a scene.

I told myself, 'So many people watch those shows. including Rachel.' Then, I noticed the smell.

"Is there something cooking?" I asked, surprised.

"Steph said you would like tuna noodle casserole and you had the ingredients here. Is that okay? It's warming in the oven whenever you're ready, Miss Larson."

"Call me Paige, please. Thank you so much. Let me get changed and I'll be right out," I said, with a smile.

Stephanie showed no interest in cooking, so I took care of every meal it seemed. She did occasionally make French toast for breakfast on birthdays and Mother's Day, but that was it.

I put on some shorts and a T-shirt and joined them. Marie was still in her cheer outfit, which was just a bit skimpier than in my day. They showed more cleavage, and the skirts were as short as possible, without showing a camel toe.

She was clearly aware of her beauty and was not afraid to use it. We had that in common. The effort to keep my figure over the years had paid off from time to time, and I thrived on that flattering feeling when someone noticed.

They had set the table, and it was amazing. Salad, tuna noodle, and peas. Simple and comforting, it was perfect.

"You are amazing Marie," I said, truthfully.

"I helped!" Stephanie said, desperate for some credit.

"Thank you both," I said, with a smile.

"Steph tells me you were Head Cheerleader," said Marie, making eye contact.

"Yes, I was, my senior year. That's what they called it back then, now it's Captain. Too many Head Cheerleader jokes, I guess." I smiled and realized it could be coming across as flirting with her. "Rachel was, too. She graduated the year after me. We've been friends a long time." I wanted to avoid anything resembling flirting, as she kept eye contact relentlessly.

"So how long have you known Michael?" I asked, and she looked away.

"Since junior high," she replied, curtly.

"Sound's serious." I pushed her button, knowing it made her uncomfortable.

"He asked me to the prom last spring after I broke up with Kevin, and we've kind of dated since."

Then Marie changed the subject. "Steph and I will have Algebra Two and AP English together this year."

"I offered to help tutor her in algebra," added Stephanie.

"That's awesome, she's a smart cookie," I said, proudly.

"Thank goodness, I barely got through Algebra One," replied Marie. "If only you could take the tests for me."

"I'll get you ready, trust me," said Stephanie.

I was amazed at Stephanie's confidence with Marie after just one day. I just hoped this would last. I'd hated the thought of Marie potentially leading her to think they were friends only to cut her off when she got bored.

Over the next few weeks, I was busy settling into my new job. As a result, Stephanie was home alone more than I liked. But much to my surprise, Marie visited her almost daily and sometimes even brought friends with her. She also cooked dinner several times for us over that month, on nights she and Stephanie studied algebra.

It seemed almost too good to be true and got my radar up a bit. After my awkward encounters with Marie, it seemed only logical she could have similar feelings for Stephanie. So I had a conversation with Stephanie.

"You and Marie have spent a lot of time together lately. I just want to make sure everything is okay with you..."

"It's fine, mom. You just think a nerd like me couldn't have a senior for a friend," she replied, defensively.

"No, honey, that's not it at all. First of all, you're not a nerd. You're a smart, mature girl and you can talk to anyone. But, sometimes, an older pretty girl like Marie can take advantage of someone younger and new to town like you. Has she ever made you feel uncomfortable, or touched you inappropriately..."

"Oo! No, mom, she never. She is actually trying to set me up with her little brother, but I haven't even talked to him, or anything..."

"Sorry, honey. It's my job to look out for you, ya know. Just promise you'll never be afraid to talk to me if anyone ever makes you feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, mom, she's never made me feel that way. She's just a nice person and introduced me to a bunch of her friends. She really needs my help with homework, really, really. Algebra is not her thing."

"So is her brother cute?" I asked, feeling better and trying to put her at ease again.

Stephanie blushed and smiled. "Yes!"

"Then you should talk to him," I said, poking her arm.

"I'm not ready for that yet. I'm still getting used to the new school and my teachers."

"Smart girl. I'm proud of you."

That alleviated concerns about Marie and Stephanie.

Rachel and her daughter Ally joined us for a dinner that Marie had prepared for us. That evening, Marie engaged with Ally and also made her feel important. When Ally expressed interest in cheerleading, Marie got Rachel and Ally's phone numbers so she could keep them up to speed on cheerleading activities. My confidence grew that she was just a nice person and it put me further at ease regarding her interactions with Stephanie.

On the other hand, her interest in me did not waver. She made eye contact, smiled, and stole quick glances at my breasts. Stephanie seemed oblivious, but Rachel noticed, too.

Honestly, it was flattering that such a gorgeous young lady was interested in me. I'd be lying if I said I never had curiosity about being with a woman. Rachel had confessed that she once had a fling with a friend in high school and called it 'good but different'. She never elaborated beyond that.

The absurdity of anything happening with a friend of Stephanie, pushed any such thoughts out of my mind.

Then came the birthday party. It was a hot day and I had come from playing tennis, picked up Stephanie and went straight to the party without changing. She specified four to six PM for the hours and the invitation said, 'no gifts allowed'. In lieu of gifts, you may contribute to The Alzheimer Foundation.

We arrived around five. Stephanie was not really happy to arrive late, but got over it immediately upon arrival. I was pleasantly surprised to see Rachel and Ally there, as well. The event itself was a surprise. Not many nineteen-year-olds invite younger acquaintances to their party, and actually pay them attention. She did that, seemingly unconcerned with what her fellow seniors might think. Marie's hair was down with the sides pulled back and clipped, highlighting her pretty face. She wore yoga pants and a tight tank, showing off her cheerleader body, but tastefully.

Unfortunately, Stephanie did not share the thought process of interacting with younger friends and seemed to avoid Ally. After I encouraged her and received the appropriate eye roll, she included her in a game of 'Throw Throw Burrito' with Marie and another senior. She even continued playing it with Ally and some other challengers after Marie moved on. Rachel and I managed to keep a low profile and I avoided any one-on-one contact with Marie. We did get to meet her mom and chatted with her for some time. I sang Marie's praises for befriending Stephanie. Mrs. Carter returned the praise for Stephanie.

"She's never met a stranger, that's for sure. But I can't thank you enough for letting Steph tutor her. Her math is terrible, and she barely survived Algebra One. Steph is a lifesaver."

I found it amusing how, suddenly, Stephanie seemed to not mind being called Steph. She always hated that abbreviation before.

As the party wound down, I was directed upstairs to the bathroom, and as I came out, there was Marie. She grabbed my hand and turned me toward a door and pulled me inside.

"Thanks so much for coming today." She smiled and moved in close as she spoke, backing me against the wall of her bedroom. Much like her, the room looked more mature than her age would indicate. There were tasteful art pieces and no posters.

I tried not to seem nervous or uncomfortable, as she moved closer. My read of her was that it would only encourage her to flirt more.

"Great party, young lady. Very mature to collect for a good cause rather than getting gifts," I said, trying not to turn from her gaze.

"Thanks, Miss Larson, but seeing you in that outfit is the best present so far," she said, as she brushed her hand upward, clipping the skirt with her fingertips and making the hem fly up a bit. "I know what I want for my payback," she said teasingly, biting her bottom lip.

She placed her left hand against the wall next to my shoulder and rocked her right knee side to side, in full-flirt mode. Despite my best efforts, I blushed and looked toward the floor.

"It's a very easy one," she said softly, moving her face inches from mine. Her perfume was evident and her breath minty.

"What is it, Marie?" I asked firmly, looking her straight in the eye, to let her know I would not be flustered by her inappropriate behavior.

"Just one kiss," she whispered quickly, as she moved in with a gentle peck on the lips. I thought the peck was it when, just as quickly as she touched her lips to mine, she backed off half of an inch. I gasped in response, and she darted back in with her tongue tip taking a quick teasing lap between my lips. I sighed, as she did another little head bob and slipped her tongue in smoothly and deeply into my mouth. The minty, fresh taste, the warm softness of her lips, and the scent of her perfume shot a tingling rush through my body, just as her breasts pressed against mine.

I froze for a couple seconds, shocked and confused, before deciding to give her a taste of her own medicine. I gripped her head with both hands, and kissed her back full tongue, rolling my head to the side as I heard her whimper. Our pace and passion intensified as her hands moved toward my ass. Then, just as quickly as she moved in and startled me, I pushed her off and looked her in the eye this time.

"Oh, honey, I don't think you could handle this. Consider the debt paid. Enjoy it, sweetie, that was a one-time happening," I said, as I opened the door and strutted out.

I walked downstairs, taking some deep breaths on the way down. Then I rounded up Stephanie and said our goodbyes. Rachel and Ally walked out with us, and I invited them back to the house for a movie. The girls went down to the family room to watch Barbie for the fifth time, while Rachel and I shared a bottle of wine. I did my best to put the kiss out of my mind.

There were so many thoughts, 'Terribly inappropriate, stalker; ego boost, reputation destroyer. The Scarlet Letter. What if Stephanie found out! Felt really good...'

Then Rachel had to bring it up. "You did notice that birthday girl couldn't keep her eyes off of you, again," she said, with a wry smile.

"That wasn't the half of it," I said, needing to share.

"Really? Do tell, Paige." Her face lit up.

"She pulled me into her room upstairs and told me she knew what she wanted for payback for helping Stephanie..." I hesitated.

"Spill it!" she almost shouted.

"Hush, they'll hear. Before I could think, she planted one on me," I looked coy.

"What did you do?" she asked, wide mouthed.

"After the shock, I kissed her like I meant it and told her, 'Enjoy your little payback, cause it's never gonna happen again.'" I smiled, and sat back proudly.

"OMG, that's so perfect," she covered her open mouth, in disbelief.

Then she smiled. "How was it?"

"Honestly, not bad. My first girl kiss. I just had to put her back in her place once she snuck one on me like that."

"Remind me not to mess with you. Damn, you've got me curious now. She's a hottie and legal. So you didn't think about it? Shit, I would. I remember those days. Firm body, no lines, and can eat like a horse and burn it all off. I am so jealous of both of you," she said, almost panting from talking so fast.

"No, I wouldn't think about it. She's barely older than Stephanie," I replied, adamantly.

"Your first girl kiss... What did you think?" she asked, with a naughty look.

"Very soft lips, and she smelled wonderful," I said, with my own naughty grin. "Was I wrong to respond that way? It was crazy."

"No, she crossed the line and you pushed back. I'm not sure I could have. She is just so beautiful..." Rachel gazed into space as her thoughts ran astray.

"Earth to Rachel," I said, clicking my fingers. "You're a married woman..."

"True, but..." she joked, pretending to ponder. Then, she added, "You're not."

Shortly after that we called it a night, as I lay in bed that night, replaying the kiss in my mind, my phone pinged, and it was a text from Marie.

Marie: I'm thinking about you Miss Larson

Me: You should be asleep

Marie: I'm glad you couldn't sleep either.

Me: Goodnight, Marie

Marie: Sweet Dreams Miss Larson. I know mine will be.

So, apparently, she did not take my hint earlier. And unfortunately, our little text exchange had me replaying the kiss and thinking about the lack of sex I'd had lately.

Then, my phone rang. It was her.

I answered reluctantly. And then Marie spoke.

"Good evening, Miss Larson," she said, softly.

"Good evening, Marie," I replied, skeptically.

"It's good to hear your voice," said Marie, seductively.

I hesitated, trying to come up with an appropriate response. I needed to shut her down and hopefully not hurt her feelings or affect her friendship with Stephanie. Then she continued.

"I'm so glad, you're thinking about me, too. Something just clicked that first day you came into the office..."

"Marie, sweetie, I'm sorry for embarrassing you with the kiss, but you caught me off guard and I reacted inappropriately. I was..."

"You didn't embarrass me, Miss Larson, I liked it, and if you're honest with yourself, you did, too." She paused.

The arrogance of her tone got my ire up and I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Takes your breath away thinking about it, doesn't it."

"Marie, listen to me," I said, sternly. "Your actions were inappropriate, and my reaction was a misguided attempt to treat you like a little girl and put you in your place. I'm sorry about that. I should have been more respectful of your feelings. You are a woman not a girl, and I will treat you like one going forward. And with that, I am flattered that someone as beautiful and smart as you would take an interest in someone twice her age. But it's not going to happen. I'm not gay, the age difference is inappropriate, and you're friends with Stephanie."

"Steph doesn't have to know, Miss Larson. I'm not asking to marry you. I just want to have some fun and explore the sexual energy between us. When I saw you in your tennis skirt, wow. You are one of the sexiest--"

"Marie, it's not going to happen. You need to stop, and find someone your own age--"

"I'm not interested in people my own age, men or women, I want someone in their peak, who can keep up with my energy--"

"Marie! Enough! This is totally inappropriate and simply not going to happen. I'm sorry for the way I handled things today, but this conversation is over."

"Message received, Miss Larson. I'll drop this. But I honestly want you to know that, if you ever decide to be honest with yourself, I want you, Miss Larson, and I'm very patient."

"I hope I've made my position clear, Marie, and I hope you'll remain friends with Steph. Goodnight, Marie."

"Pleasant dreams, Miss Larson."

I hung up and stewed at the arrogance and general absurdity of the whole situation. I could not believe she put me in the situation to begin with. As I tried to sleep, my emotions ran the gamut, from anger to flattered, from offended to wanted, from pissed off to horny. I couldn't recall anyone so definitively saying they wanted me before. It took a long time to fall asleep that night, but, eventually, I did.

The next day was a tough day at work. Three major customers were screaming for the new radio ads and the marketing team was behind schedule. Rachel and I got a little tense and to make it up to her, I invited her and Ally to dinner. I let Stephanie know and told her I planned to make lasagna. I had one pre-made in the freezer and asked her to pull it out to thaw along with garlic bread. She agreed to make a salad and to put it in the oven.

Things ran a little longer than I'd hoped and when I arrived home, Rachel and Ally were already there.

"So sorry, I'm late, but it smells good. Let me just get freshened up and I'll get it ready," I said, putting down my briefcase and purse.

"It's okay, Miss Larson, Steph and I got it handled," said Marie, from the kitchen.

"That they do," said Rachel, giving me a mischievous grin.

It was a bit awkward to say the least. I wondered if Marie even heard me, or if this was more of the same.

After I changed into sweats and a T, I joined them all in the kitchen. I was startled to see Marie, in her own tennis outfit. It was a white skirt with a three-inch-wide elastic waistband, flat in front and pleated slightly in the back. It just covered her belly button and clung tightly to her flat tummy. The top was a yoga-type crop-tank with half-inch-wide shoulder straps. The front was cut low in a U-shape, exposing her cleavage, except for two X-patterns of the half-inch material that crisscrossed over her breasts. From the back, it looked like she was just wearing a bra. The white fabric popped against her tanned skin, making her almost glow.

My mind raced, trying to understand if she chose a tennis outfit to taunt me about mine, and what message she was trying to send, other than showing off her body. But much to my surprise, she acted completely normal, did not make any innuendos, or even flirt. She and Stephanie had set the table, then served the meal and cleaned up with the help of Ally.

As Marie carried a plate to the sink, she dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up. She revealed the underpart of the skirt was panty cut rather than shorts cut. It gave a wide-open view of her little round ass cheeks as the material pulled between them.

While they cleaned, Rachel needled me about how well I had trained my new toy.

"Please don't even joke about it. She texted and called last night, and I had to make it clear nothing was going to happen."

"What did she say when she called?"

"That she was thinking about me in my tennis outfit and wanted me," I said, with an exasperated expression.

"Damn, Paige. Did you see her in that outfit? I think I'd take that for a test drive if I were you," she said, with hungry eyes.

"Rachel," I said, in disbelief, "think about what you're saying. She's in high school!"

"But she's all woman. You said you liked the kiss, live a little," she teased.

"Stop it, this is not funny," I said, as they came in from the kitchen.

"All done," said Stephanie.

"We'd better get home, Ally," said Rachel. "You girls have fun."

Her smile spoke volumes, and I gave her a flash of angry eyes.

I avoided Marie, while she and Stephanie finished some homework.

When they finished, Marie said her goodbyes.

"Thanks so much for feeding me again, Miss Larson. And thank you, Steph. I think I'm actually starting to get it," said Marie.

"Thank you, for cooking again. "You're a lifesaver," I said. "Drive safe and text Steph when you get home."

She gave Stephanie a hug then turned to me and reached out her hand. I shook it, thinking I should give her a hug, but did not want it misconstrued. She left and texted when she got home.

For the next few weeks, things were calm. She came by once a week or so, but it seemed like every time she was around, she wore something skimpy that highlighted her body. I thought it was probably intentional to taunt me. Honestly, it was working, but I would never let her know that. The thought of the kiss and that tingling rush through my body had my eyes drawn to her, imagining touching her. I had to force myself to leave the room or focus somewhere else, to keep the thoughts at bay.

Then one evening, they had an English paper due. She and Stephanie were in her room, working on it. I had played a game of tennis after work; I was sweaty and hungry and actually hoped Marie was there and had dinner ready. When I pulled in, her car was on the street. Disappointment soon followed when there was no smell of food cooking. I went to the fridge for some water, and confirmed nothing was prepared.

I drank my water and went to see where they were. I found them in Stephanie's room discussing the English paper. As I watched them through the partially opened door, I saw Marie in some yoga shorts and crop top, both Barbie pink. She was lying on Stephanie's bed, facing the other way, doing yoga stretches as they talked. At first, her legs were stretched and spread as she raised her ass in a full spread. I tried not to look, but the endorphins from tennis had me a little amorous. I was undetected and continued to watch.

Her buns seemed so tiny and round, separated as the spandex conformed to her ass crack. As she raised and lowered her hips, I watched them clinch and relax, imagining touching, taking one in each hand, before moving to her most intimate parts. She leaned on her elbows, dictating, and talking while Stephanie typed. I was aware of their conversation, but comprehended nothing. Stephanie was out of my line of sight, and I had a clear shot at Marie. Her hair was in a ponytail and flowed down her back.

Next, she pushed up, extending her arms into a seated split, and tilted her head all the way back, looking at the ceiling, rolling her head in a circle. Her shoulders were exposed, and I found my eyes taking in the curve of her shoulders and the shape of her back and hips. I felt myself radiating heat from my face to my pussy, which was wetting by the second. I fought the urge to whimper at the sight of her, as I struggled to control my breathing.

I was mesmerized as she pulled in one leg, pushed a knee forward and sat on her heel. Her little ass cheek looked like a balloon ready to burst as her heel pressed into it. Then, she took her arms to shoulder height reaching straight out to the sides, accentuating her hourglass shape. Next, she stretched her body side to side, then switched legs and repeated.

I continued watching, oblivious to the transformation that was taking place in me. I was lusting after another woman to the point of my pussy almost gushing with wetness. She brought both knees beneath her sitting on both heels and bent forward as my eyes locked on her stretched ass. She stretched her hands forward on the bed, lowering her head to the bed and then back up before, apparently, finishing her stretching. Next, she lay back on the bed on her stomach, with her legs spread and head held up by her hands. I could not look away from her ass and the pillow mound of her mons through the spandex.

She began to wiggle her ass, then suddenly rolled over, spun around to face me, and waved, with a devious smile and pointed at Stephanie's dressing mirror, indicating she saw me spying on her. I tried my best to cover it and stepped into the room.

"Hey, girls, how's it going," I said, perkily.

"Hi mom, we're working on our English papers," replied Stephanie.

"Hey, Miss Larson, I didn't see you there," she said, with a wink. She sat Indian style with her elbows on her knees and legs spread and when I looked at her, she darted her eyes down toward her spread legs. Without thinking, I took the bait and looked at her camel toe, then I glanced up and she swept her tongue slowly across her top lip and darted her eyes down again.

Stephanie barked, "Marie, you need to focus... Mom!" not looking up from the screen.

"Okay, I'll get dinner started," I said, happy to make my exit.

I could not believe what just happened. I held out hope she din't see how long I was watching.

As I started downstairs, I heard an ugly sounding exchange.

"I'm stuck. You just need to finish it for me," said Marie, dismissively.

"That's not how this works," replied Stephanie.

"After all I've done for you. Did I ever ask anything in return?"

"No," replied Stephanie, dejected.

"Well, now I am. I'm gonna leave you to it." Her arrogance showed again. "Show me when it's done."

I quickly went downstairs, preparing my thoughts for facing Marie.

I was getting the food out of the fridge when she walked into the kitchen. I put the cheese and butter on the counter for grilled cheese. It was quick and easy and one of Stephanie's favorites.

"You like to watch, don't you, Miss Larson," she asked, tauntingly.

I could only think of changing the subject.

"I heard the way you talked to Stephanie."

"She's fine. I'm more concerned about you, Miss Larson. I think there's a fever burning in you tonight and I can help. You've been thinking about that kiss, haven't you, Miss Larson?"

She had stepped behind me as she spoke. She did not touch me, but I could feel her heat and her breath on my neck. The chills down my spine were paralyzing.

"You wore that outfit, to tease me, didn't you, Miss Larson? You know how sexy you are in it and you like knowing how it makes me want you."

I practically pressed myself against the refrigerator to slip by her.

"I thought we dealt with this, Marie," I said, as I went to the pantry for some soup.

"Clearly, you haven't, Miss Larson," she said, following me.

I reached for the can and felt her hands slip under the skirt cupping my ass. "Oh my, I can't tell you how many times I thought about this, Miss Larson. But it's even better than I imagined."

I froze, stunned by the pulse of butterflies in my stomach and the warm tingle her touch sent through me.

"I saw the hunger in your eyes when you spied on me, Miss Larson. I have what you need to satisfy that appetite."

I held the can in my hand, not moving it. "You need to stop, Marie. Stephanie could come."

"Stephanie is a very focused girl, Miss Larson, she won't stop 'til she's done. Come to think of it, neither will I. Turn around and look at me, Miss Larson," she said, as she released my buns and slid out of the way so she could close the door. "There's an extra level of safety for you now, Miss Larson."

I turned and looked her in the eyes. "You need to stop this right now, Marie," I said, sternly.

"Stop pretending? You're so right about that," she said, as she leaned in and slipped her tongue into my mouth while her hands sipped under my top and cupped my breasts.

I should have stopped her. I should have been strong, but feeling those lips against mine again reminded me just how nice they felt. Her breath was minty again and her perfume so soothing. I whimpered and slid my tongue into her mouth, too. The electricity through my body was overwhelming and, in that moment, I wanted all of it.

After a moment, I managed to regain control of myself and pulled back.

"I said to stop, Marie."

Her hands slid down my belly as she spoke. "Really, Miss Larson? Are you doing this again? I'll make you a deal. If your pussy is not very wet right now, I will stop and believe you. If it's as warm and as wet as I think it is, then we already know the fix."

"I'm sweaty from tennis," I said, as her hand slid over my pussy, and I tried to look her in the eye. I let out a moan, as she smiled so beautifully-- I was defenseless.

"You've definitely got a fever, Miss Larson. I was so right."

A whimpering moan came out of me, that almost seemed like it came from outside my body, and I pressed myself against her hand. I wanted her and she knew it without a doubt, and a naughty part of me loved that she knew.

"Oh that's it my little kitten, purr for me, Miss Larson," she whispered.

I moaned louder, losing myself in her touch.

"A good kitten will get petted as often as she wants. She just needs to do as I say without question, and purr, baby, purr."

I was in a fog, gasping and whining, as she rubbed me through the fabric. Her lips were practically touching mine as her breath passed over my lips.

"Feels very wet to me, Miss Larson, I'd better make sure this isn't just sweat."

Her other hand slipped inside my waistband and down the front of me, with a finger splitting my labia. A loud, high-pitched moan escaped, and I plunged my tongue into her mouth to muffle myself.

She nodded her head slightly and hummed, "uh-hu, uh-hu," as we kissed.

She slid a finger inside me, and I bear-hugged her for support, releasing another louder moan into her mouth. Then she broke the kiss and put her chin on my shoulder to whisper.

"Was I right, my kitten?"

I could only moan my agreement as I could feel a big, way-overdue orgasm building already.

"That's it, Miss Larson, let it all out; you've been holding back so much."

I had never felt anything like it. Her body was so warm and soft, and her fingers caused such intense pleasure. Her words seemed to speak to every cell in my body and she was right about everything, and I wanted all of her.

"This is an awful lot of sweat, Miss Larson, and it's in there so deep." She pushed two fingers inside of me all the way.

"Oh Marie," I squeaked, trying not to scream out.

"I'd better check," she said, as she pulled her hand out of my pants and rubbed me through the fabric with the other.

My pelvis pushed against her hand, begging for the climax that I needed so badly.

I moaned, as she pulled her upper body back and slipped her finger into my gaping mouth.

"Does this taste like sweat to you, Miss Larson?"

As she spoke, the pace of her hand on my pussy quickened and I sucked her fingers hard to stifle my moans. I shook my head, relenting. Then she removed them from my mouth and put them in hers rubbing me faster and faster.

"Definitely not sweat," she teased, with a grin. Then she leaned back in pressing against me and whispering in my ear. "You want me as much as I want you, don't you, Miss Larson?"

I could only squeak trying to be quiet.

"Whimper once for yes and twice for no, Miss Larson?"

She was right! I wanted her! I need her to make me come more than anything! I squealed once, stifling the urge to scream out, "Yes! Yes! Oh God! Yes!"

"Your pussy is so hot and wet, Miss Larson. You've got the fever bad."

I whimpered once.

"Are you gonna come in the sexy little tennis skirt that you wore just to make me this wet for you?"

I whimpered once, and gripped her tightly, trying not to collapse as my legs were trembling.

"Are you going to be my little kitten to play with and train? I want to make you purr every day, Miss Larson."

I squealed once, on the verge of an orgasm of epic proportion.

"Are you ready to come, kitten?"

Her skin was so soft against mine and her voice seemed to envelop my whole body with warmth. The scent of her perfume, mixed with the scent of my own sex, only added to the cloud of tingling need emanating from my starving pussy. I made an animalistic single grunt for yes, with my climax building like a tsunami.

"Do you want to cum in your skirt or with my fingers inside you, Miss Larson?"

I pressed my open mouth against her neck and squealed once, unable to speak and muzzling myself with her neck.

She stopped rubbing and whispered, "Tell me what you want, my kitten."

"Finger, fuck me, please, Marie," I gasped, before putting my mouth back onto her shoulder.

She slipped a thumb into each side of my waistband and pushed my skort down, then slid her right hand down my pelvis, spitting my labia with her middle finger and sandwiching them between her other fingers. I nodded in tiny rapid movements, sucking her shoulder.

"Oh, my kitten, I just melt into you," she whispered, with a sigh. "I've never felt anything so soft."

I held on, whimpering and moaning louder and louder, pressing my mouth harder against her shoulder to muffle my screams of pleasure.

"This is just the beginning, Miss Larson," she said, as slipped a finger inside of me. "Feels so good inside of you. This is where I was meant to be."

I gave a loud squeal for yes. "I knew you'd agree. I can't wait to get my tongue up in there."

Another grunt for yes. I was breathing quickly and deeply, trying to sneak breaths without screaming out.

"Spread your legs wider, my kitten," she whispered, and I complied, allowing her deeper, and she quickly added a second finger.

I pulled off her shoulder and opened my mouth wide, as a long, deep groan echoed through the pantry.

"Oh yes, my kitten, let yourself go."

I thrust my tongue into her mouth and squealed, over and over, as the climax hit. Sensing it, her fingers continued their steady, firm pace, and she broke the kiss.

My mouth went back to her shoulder, as she spoke, "Oh yes, come for me, my kitten."

Somehow, those words released the flood gates, literally and figuratively. As I felt the rush of cum soaking her hand, my muffled screams went higher and higher in pitch.

"This is just the beginning, Miss Larson; I've always wanted my very own pussy. Will you be my kitten?"

I was in the throes of what was the strongest orgasm of my life and nodded while trying to give my single groan for yes. But I needed to release, over and over, into her shoulder.

"Good kitties, get a reward," she said, as her thumb moved to my clit, taking me to the next level and continuing the climax.

I let out a guttural noise from deep within my overcharged body and opened my mouth wide, biting onto her shoulder, so I didn't let my screams go unchecked.

"My pussy aches for you, Miss Larson, you are so going to owe me."

With every word, she seemed to push me further into a tingling, aching sea of bliss.

"Oh, you're coming so hard, my kitten," she whispered, with her relentless thumb firing my clit.

I had to stop from biting harder and let out a loud continuous squeak, "Yes!"

And as the orgasm began to subside, she did something I had never imagined, she pulled out and slapped my clit repeatedly, sending jolt after jolt of electric pleasure through my lower body.

My legs trembled wildly as I clung to her for support; whimpering, muffled screams released into her shoulder with each slap. I felt like a deranged puppet being played by a master puppeteer.

When she slowed and stopped, she whispered again, "Miss Larson, I've never seen anyone come so hard, so quietly. I made the right choice with you. Thank you."

I could hardly breathe and rested my chin on her shoulder, legs still trembling and unsteady. "Thank you," I gasped.

She began to gently rub my then-satisfied, soaked pussy and I hummed into her ear in broken gasps as I caught my breath.

"Such a good kitten. I could pet my pussy all night, but that would be awkward."

She raised her hand to her mouth and hungrily sucked and licked my cum off them.

"I might have to call you KFC. Um, um. But I need to go, I think, or this could get really awkward. Tell Steph, my mom called, and I had to get going and I'll see her before homeroom tomorrow. Is it okay if I release you now?"

I gripped the shelf behind me for support and nodded, as reality came crashing back. I just got fingerfucked to the best orgasm of my life, by a woman not much older than Stephanie, in my pantry, where Stephanie could have shown up at any time. It was fucking beyond awkward!

As I began to get stable, she leaned in and gave me a surprisingly sensual, slow, deliberate French kiss, and once again, I was overwhelmed and powerless to resist. The taste of my own cum swirled over my tongue as she kissed me.

Then she broke the kiss and put a finger under my chin and looked me in the eye. "Call me after she goes to sleep, I'm not going to be able to sleep with a wet, throbbing pussy. I'll need you to help me. If I can't have you in my bed, I can at least have you in my ear, while I get some satisfaction. I've never done it on the phone with a girl before," she said, with a bright smile of anticipation. "We're going to explore so much together now that you're my first kitten. I promise, I'll take good care of you. 'Night!"

She slipped a quick peck on the lips and left the pantry, closing the door behind her.

I lowered my naked ass to the floor, still trying to recover and comprehend what had just happened. Once she touched me, it was like an out-of-body experience. I told myself, it had been way too long since... Well that wasn't quite true. I'd never had sex even close to that. She did things to me no one had ever done; I had said yes to things I didn't understand. "What the fuck did she mean, telling me I'm her kitten?"

As the cold pantry floor reminded me of my exposed, wet private parts, I began to collect myself. I wondered how I could make dinner and pretend nothing happened. I straightened my skort and top, knowing this could never continue, but already wanting more. The image of her beautiful face and the memory of her warm softness pressed against me, had my pussy tingling already.

I wondered, 'should I call her?' Then I told myself, 'That would be a mistake. But thought again. 'Maybe I should call and make it clear this was a mistake and can't happen again.'

My mind raced and I decided to just cook dinner and try to act normal. I could worry about everything else later...