Toni: Janet.
Toni nodded.
Toni: But I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stayed. I should have left when I saw what you were....
She stopped, her face blazing red with shame.
Janet: That's all right.
Janet smiled fleetingly.
Janet: It made it better for me.
Toni: I still should have left you alone, Mrs. Jackson. It would have been more respectful.
Janet: And so would call me by the name I've requested.
She tilted her head questioningly at Toni.
Janet: Wouldn't it?
Toni: Yes Janet. Sorry.
Toni's mind was in a whirl, this was not what she had expected at all.
Janet: You're forgiven. Now forget the Mrs. Jackson bit, just remember I'm called Janet. And yes, you did make me come harder by being there.
Toni noticed that she made no mention of embarrassment, or of any discomfort, the intrusion must have caused, in fact, Janet still lounged with her legs apart, her pussy covered only by her hands. She wondered what to do now, but then Janet spoke again.
Janet: You're supporting the wrong side around here.
She said, indicating the rosette that Toni wore to indicate her allegiance. The raised hand revealed her still shiny pussy and Toni couldn't avoid staring, feeling an unexpected and unwanted response between her own legs and then dragging her eyes away.
Toni: But can I give you a leaflet?
She asked, only too aware of the absurdity of her question.
Janet: Where do you think I would put it?
There were several interpretations of that question and Toni felt her face flame again as her eyes were once more drawn to Janet's sex.
Janet: No, not there,
Janet laughed, a tinkling, unashamed laugh that took the discomfiture from Toni's expression and substituted a smile of her own.
Janet rose gracefully to her feet and crossed the few yards that separated the two women to stand uncomfortably close, brown eyes looking under lowered lids into Toni's brown ones.
Janet: You're a very pretty girl.
Her hand was unexpectedly laid softly on Toni's forearm sending a tingle of erotic excitement through her. The effect was so immediate that Toni wondered what was happening. She instantly felt that wonderful tingling irritation between her legs, along with the expectant tightening of her breasts and the swelling of her nipples. She shouldn't feel like that, shouldn't respond like that to the touch of a woman, especially one so much older than herself. Okay, so she'd just watched this admittedly attractive woman at play, but she was straight, ramrod straight. She'd never felt like that before, never. Well, actually that wasn't quite true. She'd had a crush on a school prefect at one time that had resulted in her exploring her own pussy as she had wanted to do with the older girl, but that was all. Just that one innocent little time, and now she had got turned on like a light switch. Other than that one occasion she was entirely straight and she couldn't understand the effect of Janet's touch, or maybe, she realized, she simply couldn't allow herself to understand it. Janet's fingers traced the skin on her arm, making her shiver as they made their way past her elbow to the edge of the short sleeve of her top, where they veered away across the material to the political rosette pinned to her front.
Janet: You'll not make many friends around here wearing that.
Janet's voice seemed to come from far away.
Now her fingers were playing with the rosette, undoing its pin and then letting it fall to the ground, unheeded, unwanted, before they gently outlined the breast beneath it, her nail buzzing against the material of Toni's top and then briefly circling the nipple, the rigid nipple that was standing proud and proclaiming her excitement, and moving on up to her neck, softly trailing around and behind, under her ear and down beneath her chin, fingertips just in tender contact with her skin. Toni stood and let it happen, a little awed by who was doing it, frozen to the spot, unable to register anything except the fact that her breath was coming faster. For some moments they stood like that in tableau, Janet ignoring her own nudity as she caressed Toni's neck, her other hand now resting quietly unnoticed on Toni's hip, affirming the contact without restraining her. All the while Toni stood still, her own hands by her side, one pointlessly clutching the election leaflets while the other was balled by nervousness into a loose fist, her mind still racing as it tried to make sense of what was happening.
Toni: What are you doing?
Toni asked, her voice sounding distant and husky.
Janet: It's all right; nothing will happen that you don't want to.
Toni nodded, accepting Janet's assurance even though she knew the truth that lay behind it. The truth that said that there was nothing she didn't want to happen. Not really. Janet's hand dropped back to her breast, the fingers now deliberately stroking and massaging the soft flesh through her tee-shirt, looking into her eyes as if challenging Toni to say this was something she didn't want. But of course, she couldn't, the hardness of her nipples, the sensation of swelling and dampness between her legs, all combined to deny her. Of course, she wanted it, and more. Janet sensed that this was the moment, the moment to make her move, and she came closer, standing full square in front of Toni. Then, still stroking her breast with the one hand, the other moved to behind Toni's head and gently, slowly, and gently, pulled her towards her, opening her mouth in an unmistakable signal as she did so. The first kiss was little more than lips grazing against lips before Janet pulled away to survey the younger girl's face, making sure she had not misinterpreted the signs. But Toni's mouth had followed Janet's for a moment as she withdrew, unmistakeably wanting the kiss to continue. Janet smiled almost of triumph that flitted across her face so quickly that it was gone before it was noticed. She was aroused, still wet between the legs, still wanting more than just the single self-induced orgasm of a few minutes before. Her mouth moved forward again, this time pressing firmly onto Toni's. Toni was in a state of confusion, the strangeness of kissing another woman had somehow heightened her arousal so much that was her body was aching for release and yet her mind was still rebelling against the idea of contact with someone of her own sex and who was not even of her own generation, It was bewildering, but she could do little about it. Even as Janet kissed her she found herself pushing hard onto the other woman's lips, her own opening in an invitation to a tongue that had entered with eagerness, meeting hers and letting the two dance around each other, exchanging saliva as they flitted in and out of each other's mouths. Janet's hand was now on her back, running up and down her spine and sending shivers of delight along its length. Toni passively enjoyed it, until, with a tiny moan she surrendered entirely and her own hands went around Janet, scattering leaflets everywhere, holding her, feeling the soft warmth of her naked skin, letting her hands run the length of the older woman's back from the nape of her neck to the first curve of her bottom. Almost immediately Janet responded. She released Toni's breast and, using both hands, she began to tug at Toni's top, pulling it loose from her slacks and then working it up her body, all the while maintaining the kiss, the kiss that said everything was all right. Eventually, of course, the kiss had to break to allow the tee-shirt past, but instantly their lips parted Toni raised her arms high, wanting the top removed so that they could continue. Janet smiled and complied, hurrying the top over Toni's head, reaching high as she tugged it urgently along her arms and away, letting it fall carelessly to the grass. Now the two women came together, embracing tightly, not kissing this time but resting their faces on each other's shoulders as they touched and stroked, hands running up and down each other's backs, each writhing slightly against the other to feel the soft flesh of their breasts press one on the other, firm breast on firm breast, hard nipple on hard nipple.
Janet: Come.
A/N- Is tonight's the night that you take
Control of me Tell me boy, what's it really gonna be Spending time for a while Oh daddy come close, I'm straight I'm feeling your style
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