I'm so Lonely, Baby {mintie_X & Fate}

"You really want me to come and babysit her?" repeated Kelly, not able to keep her shock from her voice. Surely this had to be a joke of some kind. The girl had to be, what, seventeen now? Kelly hadn't really been keeping up all that much with how old the cute neighbor girl was, even if she had been signing off on birthday cards for a while. Too much had plagued the young wife's mind.

"She's been in trouble lately, and it's really more to make sure she doesn't do anything. we don't want any boys over either. Please, Kelly, we've been looking forward to this all night. Michael and I were really hoping that---"

"alright, alright," Kelly laughed into the phone. "I'll come over. Maybe I can just tell her it's a girl's night in or something."

"You're a lifesaver Kel."

"Yeah..."

The conversation continued for a while longer, as the good Mrs. warned her neighbor of all the pitfalls associated with her daughter. The conversation also turned to the upcoming date, inevitably wandering toward outfits and happy endings. While chatting was nice, just thinking about the dates made Kelly slightly unhappy. She hadn't been able to go out like that for months. Every time she even suggested it to Kyle...

Just thinking about it made her eyes go to a nearby wedding portrait. A beautiful blonde woman, curls falling down over her shoulders to frame the face that had won Miss Harvest Festival back in the day, stood next to a strapping young man who looked as though he had the world at his feet. Kelly's baby blue eyes blinked, just holding back tears at the thought. she'd been so happy then, so looking forward. now she sat at home most nights, usually watching TV and eating. Her belly had probably gone from cheerleader flat to housewife fat. At least her boobs would stay big, not that anyone cared.

Sighing, Kelly hung up the phone, only to move about and get ready for the night. Another night in, only with a teenage girl instead of by herself. Oh well, it could be worse, Kelly supposed.

She rang the doorbell of the house, walking in as the Mr. opened the door for her. Soon she'd meet her charge for the evening, poor thing...

Immediately Kelly smiled and waved at the teenage girl, again wondering why her parents would bother with a babysitter. The girl was obviously old enough to handle herself, more so, unless she was way ahead of the curve for puberty. Then again, it did sound as though Kelly was more of a chaperon than a babysitter, a role that she'd had a few times before. Younger sisters made for great practice for such things. Still, the blonde housewife tried to be friendly toward the girl, figuring they might as well try to get along.

"I'll make sure everything's alright," Kelly promised the two parents. both nodded, giving one last look at the daughter before leaving. The moment they did, Kelly turned to the younger girl. "So, um, I bet you really don't want me here, and there's probably not much point in me trying to be all buddy-buddy, is there?"

Kelly paused for a moment, really hoping that this wasn't entirely true. She wasn't that much older than Courtney, right? I mean, she probably had, what, eight, ten years on the girl? Hadn't been that long since Kelly had been in college, or squeezed into a pair of boyshorts like that. It almost made her feel uncomfortable, and she'd just tossed on a pair of khaki shorts and a loose top.

"Right, so, uh, did you want to watch a movie or something? Or are you more hellbent on pretending I don't exist?" asked Kelly. She moved further into the house, hunting out the television and perusing the DVD collection. Had to be something worth watching. If it really came down to it, Kelly could always pop over and grab a few flicks of her own.

"Um, thanks for the compliment, you're quite pretty yourself," replied Kelly. She tried another smile. So far Courtney wasn't nearly as bad as Kelly had been expecting. At that age, the attractive blonde would have been so incredibly put out that her parents had wanted her to stay home. To have such an active social life put on pause for even one week was just unheard of! Especially when you had the sexy curves of a hardworking cheerleader, topped with gorgeous hair and breasts that made most guy's eyes pop. Thinking of the past only made Kelly a little more self-conscious of how her trim stomach had gone a little soft lately. she could see Courtney's trim legs, and knew that her own weren't quite as good as they should be. Sure, she worked out, quite a bit to let off steam, but something must have been wrong. Otherwise Kyle might...

No, this wasn't the time nor place to think of things like that.

They should be focusing on movies, apparently. "Right, well, we should probably head on over there then. Do you want to grab some snacks? Oh, and I promise you won't even know I'm there."

Kelly nodded, heading toward the entertainment room herself. Was there anything else she could do to make these easier on Courtney? Well, she could probably start by picking a non-lame movie. Maybe they could even invite some of Courtney's friends over. No, wait, that probably wouldn't go over with Mr. and Mrs. Guiterrez. And something told Kelly that Courtney might very well take advantage of that and invite her boyfriend over. Not that Kelly couldn't handle something like that. She just didn't want the trouble.

The blonde entered the entertainment room, looking over the DVD collection with interest. Most of the titles were familiar enough to her, though she was surprised to see just how diverse they were. Probably best to let Courtney pick the first one, at least.

"Is there anything you wanted to see?" called Kelly. She winced as she saw some of the more "teeny-bopper" titles, hoping that she didn't end up watching something too horrible.

Just ten minutes in and already Courtney was heading off to go text. Again, not like Kelly could really blame her. She herself was half tempted to dig out a phone and start it up. She hadn't remembered to grab her cell before heading out then, figuring that no one would really bother calling her anyway. Best case scenario was that one of her girlfriends called for a night on the town. Those never were quite as fun as they used to be, since Kelly's wedding ring acted as guy repellent.

Turning, Kelly plucked a strawberry from the bowl, sucking at it as she focused on the movies. "Something scary it is," she agreed. A couple of the movies sounded particularly frightening, and she easily found one. Something about a group of teenagers that took a wrong turn and wound up victims of evil hillbillies or something. It should work alright, and she slid it into the DVD player, pressing start.

Then came Courtney's question. Kelly bit her lip for a moment, hedging, before answering, "Yeah, he's on another one of his business trips. It's like his third one this month..."

Meaning he'd been home for a grand total of a week. And even then, they'd barely spent time with each other, between their two jobs and a handful of social obligations. Certainly not something that Kelly wanted to think about.

"Alright, looks like the movie's starting," she chirped, moving to take a seat on one of the plus seats. She shifted to easily reach the fruits and still see the screen best. This wouldn't be too bad, really.

The credits were starting to roll on the movie, introducing them to the dark evils of the backwoods. Kelly spent her time settling in, still focusing on strawberries. At least she'd get a sweet treat out of this whole gig, on top of the favors the Guiterrezes would owe her. Maybe she could talk them into house-sitting while she followed Kyle on one of his trips. Break in a hotel room or two... when had they last really had sex any way?

Sex life in the negatives... "Yeah, something like that," agreed Kelly without thinking. No sooner had the words passed her lips when the woman realized that she'd responded out loud. Her cheeks turned as red as the strawberries she'd been eating, and she shot Courtney a half-nervous, half-withering look. "I mean, that's none of your business... young lady."

Because you always used terms like "young lady" when you wanted to make the other person feel younger. It nearly upset Kelly to have to resort to doing that to Courtney, since the girl certainly had been nice, if somewhat invasive. Maybe the teenager was just curious about Kelly. Not like she had anything better to do, or that the two of them grew up together or anything. In fact, Kelly had been dragged here so Kyle could get the very job that kept him away from her. Irony much?

Ah, another question, and another one that nearly floated around the same subject. "Yeah, it gets kind of lonely sometimes. I've been thinking of buying a dog." Because then she'd have something to actually show affection. Hell, the dog might even hump her leg, which was about as much action as Kelly had been getting lately. Oddly enough, the blonde felt herself adding: "You're welcome to stop over some time, if you really want."

Oh, that could be a very, very stupid thing to say to a teenage girl. Hopefully Courtney didn't take it the wrong way.

It was hard to ignore the teenage girl when she was the only other person in the room to talk to. Especially when you weren't so much ignoring the girl herself as the troublesome, awkward questions she kept asking. So Kelly tried to keep a half an eye on her companion and a half an eye on the movie itself. So far things on screen had progress relatively predictably. Courtney's actions, on the other hand, appeared nearly selected at random. Almost like the girl wanted to keep the housewife off balance.

For a while, Kelly kept thoughts out of her mind. Mostly because the scene had shifted to a love scene, complete with nudity and clothing flying. The movie certainly wanted to live up to its "R" rating, after all. what made it even more awkward was that it was as close to porn as Kelly had seen in a while. Just watching two people have sex reminded her of how very long it had been since anyone had even touched her like that. Come to think of it, she couldn't even recall when she'd last touched herself.

"What?" the blonde asked as she realized Courtney had asked a question. At least Kelly hadn't started flushing yet; she wasn't quite that desperate. The conversation wasn't going to be helping matters. Kelly certainly pinked a little as she considered it. "You really shouldn't be asking such... oh, hell, not like you're going to tell your mom. No, I haven't, not for a while, and yes, I do want to."

There, Kelly had finally admitted it out loud. Felt good to say it. Less good to have to say it to a teenage neighbor girl. Courtney certainly didn't need to know the details of her neighbor's sex live, her married neighbor. Of course, that wasn't enough to stop the girl. She just kept right on going, talking about how Kelly was still hot and she could probably get some from the other housewives or husbands. Not that Kelly hadn't thought something along those lines herself, even occasionally glimpsing some of the more attractive husbands. She'd never considered a woman though.

"I've never had sex with a woman," answered Kelly. She turned, looking at Courtney for a moment. "Not that it matters. I'm married, Courtney. That would be cheating."

Would it though, really? If it was with a girl? Not like Kyle hadn't tried talking Kelly into something like that before, back when they were dating. She'd even tried kissing a roommate, once. They'd both started giggling so hard that they couldn't do anything else though.

"Now, stop asking about your neighbor's sex life and watch the movie. It's more interesting anyway,' insisted Kelly, waving at the screen. Anything to get attention off of her.

The conversation had set Kelly's mind upon paths that had been unfathomable until this moment. Did it really count? When it came down to it, would Micheal be upset about the news? Kelly had this completely ludicrous picture of herself confessing said sin to her husband. Knowing Michael, he might be offended at first, probably would, most likely would. But what would follow after? Would he divorce her? Would he ask her to stop? Or would he simply figure it was a good way to relieve stress?

Courtney didn't seem to think so. The way the girl talked; Kelly actually thought she encouraged affairs. She even implied that Michael was having one. Was he? There was nothing to say he wasn't. He was attractive. Manly. Sexy. Kelly had certainly fallen for him, and she knew she was attractive enough. It was entirely likely that Michael was out there sleeping with his coworkers right this very moment. He could be wrapped in the passionate embrace of one of those overly perky interns.

The thoughts proved even more uncomfortable than the line of conversation had been. Kelly shifted once more, this time looking at Courtney. The younger teen had it right. Had Kelly really been that unwilling to talk, she could have stopped it. It wouldn't have been that hard to simply redirect the conversation, turn things toward another subject. Instead she'd given weak little protests and actually answered most of the girl's queries. Probably just desperate for someone to talk to.

"Well, I don't know, I guess you're easy to talk to," admitted Kelly. Or, again, she was desperate. not that she was going to quite admit that. "But you've got a point. What about you, Courtney?" Kelly smiled now, figuring she could joke a little with the younger girl. "Are you going about having wild sex orgies when your parents aren't working? Screwing everyone hot enough to matter?"

That idea actually had some appeal to it. How long had it been since Kelly had really let loose? Had to have been college, or possibly her bachelorette party...

That was an answer that Kelly could handle, at least. It sounded as though Courtney was playing along, teasing a little. Taking it as that, the blonde laughed, grinning broadly. She certainly hadn't been quite that wild when she was Courtney's age. Certainly there were parties, and there was almost certainly sex as well. Kelly didn't spread her legs for just everyone though. She'd had "standards." Mostly they sounded a lot like the kind of standards that Courtney had.

"That's the way to do it," insisted Kelly. She nodded. "You build a relationship with someone, with the teasing and the working and the flirting. And when you're ready, you screw them stupid. That's what I used to do back in high school. Couldn't keep the boys off me."

Being Harvest/Prom queen had helped a lot too. Those had both been very fun nights for Kelly. Not that she'd been a slut before marrying Michael. She'd just enjoyed sex whenever she could get it, generally with her boyfriend at the time. She'd yet to have a single complaint about the issue, beyond the first few back when she'd still been learning where everything went.

Speaking of learning where everything went: Courtney's question. The temptation to play around, dodge, or outright deny crept up on Kelly. But she figured she'd already gotten this far, might as well go all the way. "Well, I kissed my roommate once. You know, you stay up late, drink a lot of wine, start complaining about boys. I think we touched lips for a few seconds before we broke into giggle fits. It just, never really came up."

The natural follow up question would be "And why are you so interested?" But instead Kelly found herself asking, "Why? Is it so much different from a guy?"

The oh really was met with a highly appropriate eye roll. Did Kelly really look like that much of a prude? Sure, she was cautious and insisted upon bringing up the whole married bit. But she wasn't that old and withdrawn. Certainly nothing like Courtney's parents, bless them. To hear Courtney talk though, you'd think that Kelly was an ex-nun, or some innocent virgin girl.

"It wasn't...! Okay, it was very lame, but that's why I hadn't bothered," insisted Kelly. Lame. Really. So that was a little lame. Most guys would have started panting just hearing that two pretty girls had kissed. Yet there was Courtney, sitting on the couch and proclaiming Kelly's brief flirtation with experimentation as "lame." Almost enough to make Kelly sad. She'd been adventurous, once. And who said she couldn't be adventurous again? She was married, not dead.

Was someone getting killed on screen? Who really cared about the movie at this point? Neither female was paying any particular attention to the antics of poor actors and actresses on the screen. Not when they had their much more engaging conversation to have. Kelly felt almost drunk, and she certainly hadn't had anything inebriating, not yet anyway.

"Of course I'm curious!" insisted Kelly. she laughed, shaking her head. "I mean, what girl isn't? You always wonder about stuff like that. And you come off so knowledgeable. I figure this is probably the only chance I'm ever going to get to find out about it. Not like I'm going to be able to go back to college and try experimenting again."

Another laugh, and Kelly shifted on the couch. A hell of a lot different. In what ways? Girls were supposedly softer, more yielding. and surely a girl would know exactly what to do to another to get them off.

"How is it different?" the question left Kelly even as the words fluttered across her brain. "I mean, it's not like there's, you know, anything to play with or stick anywhere. Is it just like really long foreplay or something?"

The questioning probably wasn't the best idea. Kelly had to be annoying the girl, either that or heading down a dark, dangerous route. one filled with soft moans, great touches, and lips pressing against all kinds of sinful areas. Kelly's mind already started to pull up fantasies. That she had a girl so easily placed into the role of seducer worked beautifully. Twas far too easy to picture Courtney pressing against Kelly, kissing her hard enough to take her breath away.

Kelly found herself gasping as Courtney answered. Less because of the actual answers; most of that information didn't come as a surprise to Kelly. Stick thins. Kinds of sex. Both applied to even Kelly's rapidly dwindling sex life. But when Courtney got closer and started to talk about rough sex. That's when the tiny gasp left Kelly. Barely noticeable, and if asked the blonde would claim it came from the movie, but it was still there. You never had to fake an orgasm. When had Kelly last had an orgasm not brought about by her own two fingers?

Months.

Their faces were only inches away. Kelly could see those lips, lush, the type that boys would doubtless brag of kissing. the beautiful hair that came down to frame an equally appealing face. Even the smell of Courtney wafted through, a teasing, feminine scent. Before anything could truly happen, the other woman pulled away. She left Kelly sitting there, her mind whirling.

Was it cheating? Really? She licked her lips, letting her eyes fall upon Courtney. Such an attractive young girl. and knowledgeable. And flirting with Kelly. If Kelly wanted this, it could happen. Every little sway of that scrumptious, sexual teenage body hinted toward that. Plus the words, oh, those words. Each one a sinful kiss upon the mind, drawing Kelly's thoughts down the darker path. she wanted to stick things places. Wanted to cum again. Wanted to taste.

Licking her lips, Kelly resolved herself then and there. She gave her hair a toss, fluffing it slightly. Reaching down, she adjusted her bra, making certain to emphasize her breasts. At least those were enticing enough, though she now wished her shirt were a tad tighter. Could be moved up though, with a little pulling. And she gave her shirt a roll. The result was a thin ribbon of bared flesh, just along her naval. Her tongue swirled out, wetting her lips just so.

You want this, Kelly. You want to know what it's like to be with a girl, because you're curious. Oh, fuck, you're horny too. You want to cum and she seems willing to provide it. And it's not cheating. Just keep telling yourself that.

"it sounds like fun," called Kelly. She rose, heading out to the kitchen. Her heart pounded so loudly that surely even Courtney could hear. "But it's not like you can just pop over to a neighbor's house and ask for girl sex. Lesbians aren't all that common, right?"

She smiled, leaning against a counter and watching the other girl. The hint was obviously there. An offer being discussed.

Kelly took some pride in knowing that while she might be experiencing this for the first time, she'd picked quite the partner for it. Courtney looked like a wet dream brought to life. Succulent hips, beautiful, kissable lips, a body to die for. Actually, much like Kelly herself had looked back in her day, and she knew the work it took to maintain such a form. Said form would press against her, bring her to new heights. If only the fluttering in Kelly's chest would go down.

Curves drew along curves, lush bodies pressing against one another. Kelly's breath caught for a moment, a heady rush shooting through her. Her lips parted minutely, before being seized by the girl's. Kelly tried to kiss back. Her lips moved along Courtney's, feeling the difference. The slight taste of the fruit remained upon their lips, teasing. And the softness. It felt softer than any kiss Kelly had experienced, even with the feeling behind it.

And those hands fluttered over the skin Kelly had bared for her. Nails drew along her flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The touch and kiss set off a bit of a flare in the older woman, one that she recognized, even though it had been a while: lust. Lust rose within her, making her smile as they broke the kiss.

"Right, calm down. Because I have sex with teenage girls every day," replied Kelly. She felt hands upon her hips, again on her skin. The touch felt oddly cold, sending shivers throughout Kelly. the light touches and gentle kisses were working at soothing Kelly's nerves. Sexual tension replaced it, however, drawing the usual reactions from Kelly's undersexed body. Her lips drew against Courtney's, again kissing back. At least Kelly could kiss like a pro. Her tongue even moved in response to Courtney's, almost as if playing follow the leader.

And the kisses worked down Kelly's neck. The woman moaned, arching, moving to bare more of her flesh before the girl. Hands worked counter rising from Kelly's hips toward her breasts. Soon they gripped the twin mounds through the bra. It was then that Kelly moaned, her body shuddering. such teasing touches. Such gentle kisses. She was being seduced.

Far too long.

"Anytime," agreed Kelly. She smiled, moving to run her hand along those curves. Her own hands trailed over the girl's skin, feeling her taut body even beneath the clothing. A hot girl. And soon to guide Kelly through lesbian sex. Delicious.

No, this wasn't sex, not just yet. Instead it was a series of arousing kisses and touches meant to rile a person up for sex. Never in her life had Kelly had a lover who worked her quite this well. First those lips along her neck, pressing lightly. Kelly's imagination painted little prints of lipstick, girlish signs of affection. The reality proved sweeter yet, laughter echoing along Kelly's collar bone. she struggled to get herself to calm down, but excitement, almost giddiness, overwhelmed her as Courtney toyed with her body.

Yes, toyed. For Kelly quickly became willing puddy in the younger girl's expert hands. Her shirt shifted to expose the tops of her breasts, most of the flesh encased in supportive material. Lips pressed against that exposed skin, the cool connection causing a shudder within Kelly. A hand had moved to aid the other breast, moving over the nipples and toying with the mound of flesh and nerves. A tongue joined in, moving to flick over the clothed nipple. A gasp, and Kelly could feel her nipple hardening further, stiffening into a point that thrived under the attentions shown it by the nubile girl. The mouth moved, engulfing the nipple, taking it within the steaming confines. Again Kelly moaned, her body jerking at the affection. teeth drew in soon, drawing along tense flesh. Goosebumps broke out along Kelly's skin as she watched, awestruck and tense. such expert manipulations. Had Kelly known that a woman could do this to her, cause such intense feelings to swell in her, she would have given herself over to one years ago. That friend and she wouldn't have giggled, for Kelly would have ceased this pleasure and took it for her own.

The blonde was dimly aware that she should probably be reciprocating in some form or fashion. Her hands had gone to Courtney's shoulders, unable to do more than hold them. The sheer sensation, that dancing, dazzling shock of nerves that coursed and shot through Kelly's body with each touch, immobilized her. All she could do was give herself over to the sensation, diving into the sea of roiling lust and hormones. Drowning in it.

Cool air kissed the bared, wet nipple, making Kelly bite her lip as yet more sensations passed along her. The sheer electricity of it. How could you not scream for joy? Courtney hadn't even touched her sex yet, hadn't delved to the most sensitive of areas. Yet already that tension had begun, mounting and starting up Kelly's body on a path it had known all too well once.

The nipple slid between teeth and Kelly cried out. Her eyes squeezed shut, the sheer force of the pleasure almost too much for her. how could this girl manage such a thing? Again the thoughts plagued Kelly, though she dismissed them, grasping at the pleasure once more.

her pants gave way, loosening. Gravity tugged them off her smooth legs, dragging a wet pair of panties with them. Now Courtney's beautiful face hovered dangerously close to Kelly's quivering sex. she could feel the teenager's hot breath upon them, the air stirring her folds and driving her even more wild. Reaching down, she threaded her hand through the hair, her now lusty eyes meeting Courtneys.

"Please," she hissed, shifting her hips slightly, "please have sex with me."

For Kelly, time didn't matter. She'd given herself over to the feelings, not caring or wanting to care about anything beyond the girl in front of her. The girl in front of her, and the feelings that girl brought forth with each touch. Courtney played Kelly like the older woman was an instrument and the younger a maestro.

The blonde woman gasped to feel hands sliding up her legs. They drifted into her inner thighs, getting closer and closer toward the quivering sex. Already Kelly's lips were gathering moisture, blood flowing there in her excitement. Her body knew what was coming even better than her mind. Those nails were drifting every closer to wet folds. And Kelly's folds tried to move to meet her, driven by the movements of hips. There was the lips. The quick movement of the tongue, that wet muscle just touching Kelly's pussy, made the older woman yelp. Her body jerked, shivering as though shocked. Little thrills had gone all through her, filling her bloodstream and leaving her feeling euphoric.

Hands took Kelly's lush rear, just plump from her increased eating, and still firm from her life of activity. And the middle finger was right there, pressing against Kelly's nether lips but not going in. The older woman whimpered, moving her hips to slide her wetness over the finger.

"I want you so bad," began Kelly. She had to swallow, and tossed her mane of blonde curls to get a better look. She was supposed to talk now? She could barely think straight, yet she knew she'd have to talk. This girl would play with her, already was, and would drive her mad before actually doing anything. Had to talk. "I want you so much it hurts. My entire body wants you. It needs you. See how wet my, my," swallow, "pussy is for you? It's all wet and the little clitty is sticking up for you. I want you more than I've ever wanted a man," a light lie, probably, "please, please just take me. I want you, ooooooh."

At last she gave in, jerking her hips toward Courtney in a last ditch effort to get the feeling she craved.