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Subject: {ASSM} Laura Alban Hunt   Chapter 6 - Nancy {Gina Marie Wylie} (FF, cons)
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	The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read
this and I'd never have bothered to write it.  IMHO, if you can
read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.

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	All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my
part.

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	Official stuff:  Story codes: teen, FF, con.

	If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
further and complain. Copyright 2004, by Gina Marie Wylie.

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Chapter 6 -- Nancy

The next morning I was back at the high school, papers in hand.

Nancy took them and thanked me for offering to volunteer.  "It's
not easy to get parents interested in doing something like this,"
she told me.  "Too many only look at it as a kidless weekend;
they wouldn't dream of 'compounding the error' by helping look
after nearly fifty junior high girls and another dozen-and-a half
in high school."

I nodded.  "I wanted to be a cheerleader in high school," I
sighed after saying that.  Even after all this time it still
bothered me.  "I mean, I didn't have a clue, Nancy.  None.  I
blew the tryouts, busted them as bad as you can.  I went home and
worked and worked and worked.  I thought I did okay the next
year, but the squad got to vote on new members and I was never
voted on."

"That must have been unpleasant," she said, her eyes on me.

"I was pretty steamed the first time, resigned to it by the time
I was a senior.  But hey, I was going to be valedictorian, not a
bad consolation prize.

"Not that I wouldn't have traded it to be a cheerleader."  I
waved outside.  "I'm not a frustrated mom, bent on making her
daughter live out my school girl dreams.  I haven't pushed Susan
hardly at all.  Am I happy she wants to do it?"  I laughed.  "Oh
yeah!"

Nancy smiled, and I smiled back at her.  Go ahead, I told myself,
ask her out.

"Laura, would you like to go out for dinner together some
night?"

I'd been about to speak; I blinked when Nancy beat me to it.

"I was going to ask you," I told her, laughing.  "Yes."

"It's really a plot.  I'm sure you're okay, but I like to get to
know chaperones before the weekend, so I have some idea of where
they are coming from and so that they know a little about me."

"Any time."  I paused for effect and added, "Is tonight too
soon?"

"No, that's fine.  I'm single, no significant other at the
moment.  I do have an insignificant other who usually lives with
me, but right now my sister is in Japan, intent on learning the
language."

"That would be a good place to do it," I said, grinning like a
schoolgirl about to go on her first date.

"Susan is going over to Linda Kellogg's after school, I'm sure
Linda wouldn't mind an extra place for dinner."

Nancy wrote down her address, and I told me to come around five.

I called Linda and she told me she'd bring Susan back before it
got too late.  "I might be a while," I told her, and Linda said
it was okay.

Nancy's house was a smaller one, in an older neighborhood.  There
were a lot of trees, more lawns than most areas I'd been in,
although Nancy's place had desert landscaping.

She was wearing a tank top and Capri pants that came down to mid
calf.  "Sorry I'm dressed so casual, but it's a warm day and I
have a swamp cooler, not an air conditioner," she explained.

I nodded; I was wearing slacks and a blouse, pretty much what I
usually wore.  Her house was cool, though, and well shaded by
several strategically placed trees.

We talked for a while about our lives.  Nancy had actually grown
up in Phoenix, which, she assured me, put her in the minority.

"My parents moved here in 1950," she told me.  "My dad promptly
got drafted and was sent to Korea.  Mom settled down to having
babies; I have eight older brothers and sisters and a younger
sister.  Mom was forty-three when I was born, forty-five when my
little sister popped out."  Nancy shook her head.  "My older
brothers and sisters were eager to get out of the house; they
wanted to get shut of perpetual diaper changes, late feedings --
the whole nine yards.  The schoolteachers were glad that Samantha
and I were the last; enough they said."

"I'm an only child, my husband was an only child.  We had only
one daughter."

She met my eyes.  "I'm not sure I ever want to be a mom."

"It's an interesting experience," I told her.  "I wanted to be a
good mom, and would have been willing to have more kids, but..."
I spread my hands.  "I just got pregnant the once.  My husband
and I were talking about checking out a fertility clinic, but I
was a little nervous.  One more baby would have been fine, maybe
two.  But the frequency of multiple births is just too high for
comfort with a lot of the fertility treatments."

"There's always adoption," Nancy said quietly.

"I'm single again," I huffed a sigh, met her eyes.  "I'm not as
eager as I once was about meeting guys, dating..."

Nancy nodded that she understood.  "When I was in junior high, I
found myself madly, passionately in love with someone a little
older than myself, a cheerleader at the local high school.  I
followed her around like a puppy," Nancy told me.  "One afternoon
we went to her room and she showed me some new ways to
masturbate.  I was in heaven.

"She sponsored me a year later onto the cheerleading squad.  I
was ready, and I loved it.  And when I learned that most of the
girls on the team were gay too... well, that was icing on the
cake.  I found I had a taste for variety, so I had quite a few
partners during high school.

"We talked about it a lot.  Gays could have as much sex as they
wanted with each other.  We were like a small, rather incestuous
family.  Everyone knew everyone else, knew who was seeing whom. 
Four years of high school, four years of college, no one got
pregnant, except two who wanted to, no STDs, just a lot of girls
with smiles on their faces.

"Don't get me wrong, a lot of my friends, my 'family' started
seeing guys in college, most have, ah, gone straight.  Most girls
in the program here settle down in college, get married and have
families of their own."  She met my eyes again, and both of us
smiled.

"Our coach in high school, Miss Farmer, was in her late thirties;
she was the nicest, kindest person I've ever known.  I still talk
to her at least once a week, even though she's retired now.

"She was understanding, helpful, our big sister.  She helped us
in every way you can imagine.  Advice, homework tutoring, you
name it, she was always there for us.  Long before I got to
college I decided that I wanted to be like her.  So here I am."

She reached out, touched my hand.  "There are very few things I
wouldn't do for my girls, Laura."

"I understand."

"Like minded people..."  Her fingers stayed in contact with mine.
 "They are pretty few and far between.  I met Linda three years
ago at this same retreat.  She has a natural aptitude for working
with girls; it was nice to have her there.  We got to be good
friends very quickly."

"Linda and I have talked a couple of times.  She's very nice; I
like her daughter too.  Her niece, Gail, is equally nice."

"Gail has a special place in my heart," Nancy said quietly.  "She
always will.  One of the most talented young women it's ever been
my pleasure to work with."  She smiled at me.  "Linda tells me
your daughter is very nice too."

"Well, I'm not going to contradict her on that!"  I said, moving
to hold her hand.

"Linda and I have a lot in common," Nancy told me.  "But not
everything.  You know, Laura, you remind me a lot of Coach
Farmer."  Our faces were now inches apart, our eyes locked on
each other.  "You are a very great deal like Terri, in fact." 
Her lips brushed mine, clung.

I returned the kiss, being more than ready to move forward.  It
was very much like my first-ever kiss, something that happened in
high school.  I remember the boy's first name, James, his last
name now lost in the mists of my memories.  Both of us had been
shy and tentative, driven by hormones and curiosity to learn
more.  For a first kiss it was really nice -- marred only by the
second kiss when he'd wrapped my hand with his and led it to his
turgid erection, already outside his pants.

With Nancy, while our first kiss was like that other first kiss
long ago, I'd learned a thing or two over the years and what
started as shy and tentative quickly grew quite hot.

Nancy grinned at me.  "And here, I was told you didn't have much
experience.  As in virtually none."

"Oh, it wasn't virtual," I told her, grinning back at her. 
"Linda and I have similar tastes, although I suspect you and I
are even more similar."

She nodded in agreement.  "Well, right now I'd really like is to
take you to bed and eat you for dinner."

"That sounds like a plan," I told her, and she pulled me to my
feet.

In no time we were lying in her bed, naked and with Nancy doing
exactly what she'd wanted.  And I was doing the same thing to
her.  At last I knew what "furious sixty-nine" meant, a term I'd
heard in college and been curious about.

In some ways, making love to Nancy was as if I was an onion that
she was peeling.  First sixty-nine, then after we'd come a couple
of times, she reversed and I tasted myself in her mouth as we
exchanged tongues.  Then she finger fucked me, hard and hot; I
did it to her too.  She used two fingers, and it was more like
with Roger than I'd ever felt masturbating myself with just one
finger.  I smiled to myself when she used two fingers and
mentally thanked Jamie.

However, two of my fingers didn't fit into Nancy, and she
laughed.  "No baby."  I laughed too.  She kissed me gently for a
while as the two of us lay wallowing in pleasure.

"You took good care of yourself after your daughter was born,"
she said, the two of us trading caresses.

"Because of my husband and my husband's family money I never had
to work.  I honestly didn't want to, not really.  I've always
been concerned about staying fit, working or not.  I belonged to
a gym in New York, here I have a pool and I swim.  And I belong
to a gym, too."

"Would you have been hurt if he'd left you, instead of being
killed?"

It wasn't a pleasant question, and I found it jarring.  Still,
when you've just been trying to work two fingers into another
woman's pussy and failing, you feel a certain reluctance to avoid
answering a question of hers.

"Hurt emotionally, sure, but not financially.  When we got
married, Roger's parents told me that they didn't want me to feel
any pressure, so they matched his trust funds with trust funds
for me, and then for Susan after she was born."

"God!" Nancy said.  "I wish I had a tooth fairy in my life!"

"Well, at the time I thought they wanted me to kiss their ass for
the rest of my life, but it wasn't like that at all, at least not
with Roger's dad.  To them, it wasn't that big a thing, they just
didn't want any friction between Roger and me about money."  I
shook my head.  "We never did, I don't think the money affected
us one way or the other."  I leaned down and kissed her breasts,
nicely tanned, modest hemispheres.

"You must skinny dip," I said, running my tongue over her
nipples.

"I just sun myself in the back yard," she said, growing
breathless.  "I can't afford a pool."  I went back to one finger
inside her again.  After a few minutes, the universe consisted of
me pleasuring Nancy and Nancy enjoying it.

All good things come to an end, eventually.  It was getting close
to eleven when she kissed me one last time and I went out her
door to my car.  I drove home with a smile on my face, ready to
face the world.

The next day was Friday and I helped Susan get ready for school,
before I moved by the pool, a book in hand and a tea glass close
by.  After a bit, I decided I should be decadent.  Everyone else
seemed to be skinny-dipping, so I doffed my suit, then swam some
laps followed by more time lying in the sun, careful not to get
much too much sun on the palest areas.

In the spirit of decadence, I didn't put anything on when I went
in for lunch, nor did I bother afterwards when I was back at
poolside, but staying out of the sun.

About two Linda called.  "I don't suppose you're a glutton for
punishment?"

"What do you mean?"

"Usually some of the girls go shopping on Saturday afternoons,
maybe see a movie.  Everyone voted; it's been a long winter, we'd
all rather splash more water out of your pool.  Would you mind if
a bunch of them came over tomorrow?"

"No of course not," I told her.  "I told Susan part of the reason
for the pool was so she could invite friends over.  I hadn't
realized then, just how common pools are in Scottsdale.  Long
Island isn't a bit like this!"

"Well, I'm not one to point fingers, but the girls at school form
cliques, even in cheer.  Oh, they love their parties together,
but a lot of the time they just go off in two or three smaller
groups.  Jamie and Susan are in one of the less affluent groups.
You're the hostess with the mostest in the group."

"No, it's not a problem.  When to when?"

"We make a point of not abusing hospitality.  Say one in the
afternoon to five or six.  You are not expected to cook for
everyone!"

"Well, if they clean up and bring me breakfast in bed; you'd be
surprised how amenable to helping out I can be."

She laughed, and said she and Jamie would be over before one.

After school was out, I called Nancy.  "Would you like to come
over tomorrow?  We're going to have some of Susan's friends over
to swim.  I'd like to see you again."

She said she would come and I told her she could invite a couple
of her friends as well.

In the evening Susan and I had dinner by ourselves for a change.
She was bright and animated, much more so than usual.

"Things seem to be going well," I said, with a little smile.

"Oh yeah!"  She rolled her eyes.  "Jamie says it's a practical
exercise in time management.  Time to study, time to practice,
time for..." she smiled at me, "relaxing."

"Relaxing is good.  I'm getting pretty relaxed myself."

"Is that why you got home so late yesterday?"

I nodded.

"Cool!" Susan said, and then cast me a sidelong look.

"What?" I asked.

"Some of the others, their parents are really uncool about
everything.  You know?"

"I know."  I changed the subject to something that had been on my
mind.  "The other day you said that Jamie wasn't your first." 
Susan nodded.  "I figured that meant you'd had a friend back on
Long Island."

"We just fooled around a little.  I wasn't like love forever;
more like taking test drives."

"I didn't notice, but I don't think I would have had a problem
with it if I did notice.  I wish I'd known then, but I understand
why you didn't tell me."

"I thought about it.  I spent a lot of time looking at you,
wondering what it would be to kiss you, particularly your
breasts.  Sometimes I'd sit and masturbate for hours, thinking
about you.

"And now," Susan said, looking at me, "those dreams have come
true."

"Linda said it's not polite to poach."

Susan gave a little sniff.  "Linda's nice; I like the sex, but
I'm not dumb.  A week or two, then she moves on."

"She gave me the impression that it would be longer," I said,
curious.

"Jamie has talked a lot with Gail.  The team knows which sponsors
like to fool around with the girls; one thing they say it's
important to know: it would be really risky if adults and girls
our age really hook up tight.  They get to acting stupid; there's
too much baggage -- it could wreck things.  So, the adults flit
even faster than the girls."

"That sounds wise."  I couldn't think of a better word.

"And that poaching stuff?  Where do you think Jamie is right
now?"

I nodded in understanding.  "We both like the sex, Jamie doesn't
care who gets her off.  I'm more particular.  I really did want
to be with you, though.  I wasn't sure if it would ever happen; I
thought you and Dad were happy, that you wouldn't want to change
things."

"Even people my age can grow and learn, we can change," I told
her seriously.  "Yes, a year ago if I knew someone had as many
partners in a week as I have, I'd have thought her slutty, never
mind who the partners were.  I was happy with your dad, and
you're right, I doubt if I'd have been interested in sex like
this at all.  Now...  I'm interested.  And yes, I like the sex."

Susan smiled.  "We are going to have so much fun at the
retreat!"

I laughed with her.  "I can hardly wait!"

"Another week!" she said and I nodded.

We talked for quite a while, all sorts of things.  School and
music, books, dance and cheer.  Susan fell asleep in mid
sentence; I managed to get her awake enough to get her in bed,
but she had completely crashed.

I went into my room, undressed and crawled between my sheets. 
For a while I worked two fingers inside myself; I was sure I had
a crazy, blissful expression on my face.  Yep, even people my age
can learn -- and enjoy!

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