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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Amanda's Choice
Summary: A 14-year-old girl with a troubled home life is swept away to
another world by an older female lover, where she must make the
ultimate choice between love and freedom.

Part: 1 of 19
Keywords: Ff, 1st, oral

Note: Story codes are for this Chapter. See Chapter 0 for complete list
of codes

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2005

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"Oh, no."

Amanda's gait slowed now as she approached her house. The small twinge
of fear she had first felt when she had turned the corner, when she was
still far enough away that she could be mistaken, now became a twisted
knot of anxiety settling into her stomach. Now that she was close
enough, there was no denying the very distinctive blue-gray Chevy with
the nicked front fender and the ding in the driver's side door.

Amanda's heart sank. She was afraid to go inside now. What state was
her father in now? Were they only waiting now for her to get home to
take her away? Did her father finally fall off at the wrong moment?

She made a face. No, not her father. Foster father only. As the
insufferable woman that owned this car was fond of reminding them.
Amanda wished it were otherwise, but the days when that might have
become a reality have passed.

Amanda took a deep breath and headed up the walk.



"Now, Mr. Consco," she said, peering at him imperiously over her
narrow-lensed glasses, her face creased in polite disdain, "Let me get
to the point. It has come to the attention of my office that you have
recently lost your job."

Frank Consco simply nodded at this point, his hands clenched tightly in
his lap to stop them from fidgeting nervously. He kept his steady but
tired eyes focused squarely on the social worker, resisting the urge to
try to pat down his flyaway graying hair yet again.

"Needless to say, this is not considered conducive to producing a good
home for your foster daughter. The child needs a stable environment,
and this girl will not receive that if ..."

"Amanda, Ms. Mallard."

Joan Mallard, unaccustomed to being interrupted, sat nonplussed for a
moment before slowly removing her glasses and fixing her icy blue gaze
on Frank. "Come again, Mr. Consco?"

"Her name is Amanda, Ms. Mallard," Frank said, a slight edge to his
voice despite the haggard, spent look on his face.

Joan gave one of those tiny little suffering sighs, the kind that a
child might hear from a grade school teacher. "I am well aware of the
child's name," she said coolly.

"Then please use it, Ms. Mallard. Stop treating her as a thing."

Joan visibly bristled, sitting up in her seat. "I would advise you, Mr.
Consco, to please refrain from telling me how to do my job. Just
because you do not have one any longer does not mean ..."

Joan fell silent when the key turned in the lock in the entry hall.

A smile came to Frank's lips despite the tension, his eyes softening as
they gazed on his daughter. His /daughter/. He considered her this
despite the fact that the foster care system said otherwise. "Hi,
princess," he said wanly.

Amanda smiled nervously at her foster father. She took a few steps into
the room and stopped when Joan fixed that steely gaze upon her.

Amanda hated Ms. Mallard. Of all the officious, uncaring people she had
to put up with in the foster care system, this woman was the worst of
them. Arrogant, condescending, and nosy, nothing that Frank could do
would please her.

Of course, the truth of the matter was, unfortunately, that Frank had
been doing little to earn any praise in this area.

"Good afternoon, Amanda," Joan said, eyes unblinking and penetrating.

Amanda just gave a single nod as she stepped further into the room,
eyes flickering out into the dining room. She drew in her breath
quickly as she spotted something on the table, but it was only a soda
bottle. Her gaze alighted everywhere, looking, searching, heart
pounding at what she might see, at what she had no chance to clean up
before Ms. Mallard had arrived. Damn the woman for choosing to come
while Amanda was still in school!

"I /said/, good afternoon, Amanda," Joan repeated a little more loudly,
her lips pursed in disapproval.

"Um, good afternoon, Ms. Mallard," Amanda mumbled. She stopped in front
of the sofa where Joan and Frank were sitting.

Joan made a small face and sighed through her nose. "Really, Mr.
Consco. I would expect you to have instilled better manners on the
child -- on /Amanda/ -- by this time."

Frank felt a little more relaxed in the presence of his daughter. "She
is quite fine in that regard, Ms. Mallard," he said evenly, some fire
returning to his eyes. "I have no discipline problems with her
whatsoever."

Amanda managed to smile slightly at this praise, appreciating the
expression on Joan's face at this quiet rebuke. The next moment, Joan
shifted in her seat, sliding her legs back as she was about to reach
for her glass of water on the end table next to her, when the heel of
her shoe struck something that had been protruding from under the sofa,
knocking it to one side.

Amanda uttered a frightened gasp. She looked and saw a glint of glass.
When Joan glanced down to see what her foot had hit, Amanda said
quickly, "Uh, Ms. Mallard, what ... what do we owe this visit?"

Joan abandoned her investigation of the bottom of the sofa and looked
up, flashing Amanda a patronizing smile as she picked up her glass of
water. "Nothing that would concern a child's ears, Amanda," she said
smoothly.

"Fourteen is hardly a 'child', Ms. Mallard," Frank said. He turned to
his daughter, ignoring the social worker's indignant expression, and
said in a soft, polite voice, "Ms. Mallard wished to express concern
over my unemployment, princess."

Amanda swallowed. Her eyes kept flashing back down to the sofa. She was
too nervous to reply.

"I was about to inform her that I have lined up an interview for a new
job a week from now."

Amanda's eyes widened. "You have?" she cried, delighted.

"You have?" said Joan, nowhere near as pleased.

"As you said yourself, Ms. Mallard, it would not be, ah, conducive to
Amanda's life for me to be unemployed for any length of time."

Joan gave Frank a dark gaze, as if expecting him to wither under the
assault. When Frank did nothing of the kind, she said simply, "I see."

"Then there's no problem, is there, Ms. Mallard?" Amanda said, unable
to stop a little trace of smugness from creeping into her voice.

Joan's eyes were icicles. Amanda felt a twinge of guilt for her
cheekiness, but it passed quickly.

Joan took a sip of her water and slipped her glasses on again, dropping
her eyes down to the open folder in her lap. "A job, Mr. Consco," she
said, placing faint emphasis on his name as if making a point to ignore
Amanda. "Is not the only thing that a child needs from her foster
father. And be aware, Mr. Consco, that we are especially strict with
single parent households."

Amanda caught the look of pain in Frank's eyes and felt her hands
clench. How many more times did this loathsome woman need to remind
them of their loss?

"Furthermore," Joan continued. She swept an arm across to return her
glass to the end table. "I must say that I have been hearing some
disturbing ..."

Her foot again struck the object under the sofa and made it thunk
against a sofa leg.

/Oh no!/ Amanda thought.

Joan sighed in irritation and looked down, her eyes spying the bit of
glass protruding from under the sofa. She reached out with her free
hand.

"Let me get that for you, Ms. Mallard!" Amanda cried, and started to
drop to her knees, but to her horror saw that Joan was going to get
there first. A scant second before Joan's hand was about to close about
the round, shiny object under the sofa, Amanda purposely knocked the
glass from the social worker's hand and upended the water into her lap.

Both Joan and Frank leapt up from the sofa, the former making sounds of
surprise and disgust as the water soaked her paperwork and her dress.
Papers that managed to remain dry slipped out of her folder and onto
the floor and sofa.

"I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Mallard!" Amanda exclaimed, trying to feign a
look of horror to cover her relief.

Behind Joan, Frank covered his mouth to hide a smirk. "Shall I get you
a towel, Ms. Mallard?" he asked.

"I would say you both have done quite enough!" Joan declared. "Clumsy
child!"

Amanda said nothing. Instead she picked up the dropped papers,
surreptitiously kicking the object further under the sofa. She
presented the papers to the social worker, who snatched them angrily
from her hand.

Joan rounded on Frank. "Be aware, Mr. Consco," she said in a biting
voice. "That I am devoting almost all of time to this case. I have
grown increasingly wary of this arrangement since your wife died."

Frank heaved a sigh, his eyes growing misty. "I understand, Ms.
Mallard."

"That woman would have been a stabilizing influence on this family,
something that is sorely needed about now, if half the things I am
hearing about you are true. Furthermore, if that woman had been ..."

"Her name was Rose, Ms. Mallard," Amanda snapped.

"Amanda, please," Frank said gently, though his voice was strained with
emotion.

Joan put her hands on her hips. "And are you both going to continue to
correct me while I am here?"

"Only when you're wrong, ma'am," Amanda said before she could stop
herself.

"Amanda," Frank said more firmly.

Joan's lips became a thin line. She brushed water hastily from herself,
though by now it had so thoroughly soaked her dress that it was a
fruitless gesture. "Mr. Consco, consider yourself on notice," Joan said
darkly as she hastily gathered her things, shaking water from her
folder. "I will be checking on you a week hence. If you do not have a
new job secured at that time, I will seriously reconsider this
arrangement."

"Yes, Ms. Mallard, I understand," Frank said evenly. When Joan stormed
for the door, Frank jogged a few steps behind her. "Allow me to show
you ..."

"I will let myself out!" Joan shouted.

The front door slammed shut behind her.

Frank sighed, but a small smile played as his lips as he turned to face
his daughter. "Amanda, don't get any ideas that you should act like
that towards her again, but I have to admit, you got her good."

Amanda was in no mood to be placated. If anything, she was even more
angry with her foster father. "This is not the least bit funny!" she
cried. "You almost ruined everything. I thought you had stopped!"

Frank gave his daughter a gentle smile. He stepped forward and reached
down under the sofa, and pulled out the object that Joan's foot had
struck.

Amanda's mouth dropped open. It was a small decorative glass orb.

She looked over to the orb's matching wire stand on the coffee table
and indeed found it empty. She sighed and dropped to her knees and
peered under the sofa.

Two lamp-like amber eyes stared placidly back at her.

"Blackie, you're on your last life, you know that?" Amanda admonished
the feline, but her voice was shaky with relief. She felt silly now for
having made the mistake. The orb was not very large, perhaps no more
than a golf ball, and tinged red in color. Yet in her panic, she had
mistaken its glassy sheen and roundness for the neck of an empty liquor
bottle.

She looked up at her father and said sheepishly, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, princess," Frank said softly. "God knows you have every
right to not trust me."

"Oh, don't say that," Amanda said as she stood.

"No, it's true. You deserve better than me."

Amanda's eyes glistened. She hated it when he said things like that. He
and Rose had been been the best thing to happen to Amanda. After
bouncing around the foster system for years, Frank and Rose had taken
her in when she was ten, and she quickly discovered she had found a
family that not only wanted her, but that she loved as well. They would
have started adoption proceedings when Amanda was 13.

Would have. Until Frank heard the worst words any married man can hear:
"Your wife has cancer."

Frank placed a slightly shaking hand on Amanda's shoulder. "But I'm
really trying this time, Amanda," he said. "I haven't touched any for a
week. Not a drop."

Amanda nodded quietly. She knew. She always covered for Frank, cleaning
up his empties, making excuses for him at the office when he could not
get out of bed, hiding his car keys whenever he started drinking. It
was one excuse too many that finally got him fired.

"If I can get this job, Amanda, this will turn things around, I feel
it," Frank continued. "I'll be too busy to want to drink anymore."

Amanda managed a small smile. She sincerely hoped he was right. But she
also knew what he needed was some way to forget his pain, and that was
something no job could ever do. She also knew if she continued this
conversation any further, she was going to burst into tears.

"I want to go out to the park again today," Amanda said. "Is that
okay?"

"You've been going there an awful lot the past few weeks."

Amanda smiled. It was genuine now. "I know. I ... it's just been such a
warm spring," she said. She hoped that was enough explanation for him.

"So long as you get back in time for dinner."

"I will."

"Then go ahead. I love you, princess."

"I love you, too," she said softly as she headed for the stairs.



Amanda tried to forget how frustrated the social worker made her feel
as she entered her room, tossing her schoolbooks onto the bed and
rushing over to the dresser.

A job! Could her foster father really pull it off? Could he stay sober
long enough to land it? She had to hope he would. He was right, he had
not touched any alcohol in almost a week. Amanda would know. Even at
his worst, he never hid it from her, other than to squirrel himself
away in the bedroom when he drank. He never left the house except to
get groceries, Amanda always finding him puttering about the place when
she came home from school, doing tasks around the house to pass the
time.

Amanda tossed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt on the bed. She allowed
herself a small smile. If he got that job, surely Ms. Mallard would
have to stop hounding them. Whatever rumors she may be hearing about
him, without proof she couldn't do anything. If he got a job, and if
stayed sober ...

If if if.

No. She had to be optimistic. This was a turning point. Maybe Frank's
grief for Rose was finally abating. Maybe now Amanda actually had good
news to tell Sirinna for once.

Amanda uttered a soft sigh as she started unbuttoning her blouse,
moving a little faster now in anticipation. The last year since Rose's
death had been hell for her, but the past three weeks had been made
tolerable thanks to Sirinna. Until she met Sirinna, Amanda had no one
to talk to, no one to confide in about her troubles. The first time she
opened up to Sirinna, Amanda had cried for the first time in grief over
her foster mother, and Sirinna had comforted her.

Amanda slipped her blouse from her shoulders, her young, round breasts
held by a lacy white bra. She tugged a bit at the straps, the flesh
bouncing lightly, and ran her hands under the cups, adjusting them a
bit. She briefly glanced at herself in the mirror on the closet door.
Sirinna had been right, these did make her bosom hang more naturally.

Amanda pulled off her jeans, matching panties covering her crotch,
though little else, the rear piece rather narrow, letting much of her
backside show. Until she met Sirinna, she never considered herself
attractive. With everything as bad as it had been at home, such things
were far from her mind. She glanced at herself again and pulled up the
panties on one side where the jeans had tugged it down her hip.

She flushed slightly. She still felt a little daring to be wearing
something like this. She never would have thought to try it until
Sirinna had suggested it. She didn't think it would make a difference,
since it was under her clothes, but Sirinna thought it looked nice.

She slipped into the shorts. That had been Amanda's idea, since the
weather warmed up about a week ago, but it seemed to please Sirinna,
and earned her more compliments on her looks.

Amanda pulled on the T-shirt and looked at herself in the mirror again.
She lifted her black hair from under the shirt and let it spill about
her shoulders. She felt like a different person when she was going to
go see her friend. At home, Amanda felt responsible for things, she
felt like she was being forced to be an adult before her time. With the
social worker, she felt like a child, helpless against the whims of
others. Sirinna made her feel somewhere in between. She could be just
Amanda, a fourteen-year-old girl, in need of comfort and someone that
could make her feel good about herself.

Yet the past few days, the anticipation with which she greeted her
visits with her friend held a tingle of excitement as well. She did not
just feel good about herself when she was with Sirinna. She felt
attractive as well. She felt wanted. She desired Sirinna's company on a
level she did not quite understand fully, yet it was enough to make her
feel slightly flushed whenever she thought about being with the woman.

She felt something warm and soft twine about her feet. She reached down
and collected the black cat in her arms, looking into his large eyes
and scratching him behind his ears. "Stop making me think there are
empties under the sofa, you dumb cat," Amanda said in an affectionate
voice.

Blackie simply closed his eyes halfway and purred.



Sirinna draped her arms along the back of the bench and stretched out
her legs, a small smile on her lips as she tilted her head back,
enjoying the feel of the afternoon sun's warmth on her lithe body.
Purple-pink petals from the blooming tree behind her lay strewn over
the ground at her sandal-clad feet, a few having fallen onto her simple
white pullover dress, or lodged in her long, silvery-blond hair.

Sirinna turned slightly and drew her legs in, her body moving easily
under the light, thin material of the dress, the swellings of her bosom
rolling unfettered. This was as little attire as she dared. Already she
had been wearing far more for far longer than she could remember. It
was so odd at first for her, but now she believed she was more used to
it. She wondered how the others managed to do it.

She let her pale blue eyes slide over the scenery, taking note of the
others in the park. No one paid much notice to her. Sirinna was
relieved it had not started to wear off. They had insisted that it
would not, but where she had never done this before, she had only their
word to go on. She wished it worked strongly enough for her to go
completely bare, but she did not want to push it that far.

Sirinna was happy it was enough that she did not have to wear
underthings.

She saw movement coming towards her from down the path, and her smile
widened as she saw Amanda walking towards her. Sirinna had been
thrilled when the girl started wearing more revealing clothing without
being asked. Her shorts showed off her beautiful, lithe legs, the shirt
allowing the perfect roundness of her petite but wonderfully shaped
breasts to show. She had grown a bit on the tall side for her age, yet
unlike other girls Sirinna had seen like this, the rest of her body had
filled out at the same pace. She appeared more as a graceful young
woman than as a child. Yet her face was so much like that of a sweet,
innocent young girl, it was as if part of her was trying to hold on to
a childhood that she perhaps had not yet realized had already slipped
away.

Sirinna still did not think Amanda truly realized her own beauty. She
would be highly valued back in Sirinna's home.

Sirinna rose to her feet, and Amanda ran the rest of the way, the two
embracing each other tightly. Sirinna was astonished at how easily the
girl trusted her, and then how quickly Amanda developed such a strong
attachment for her. Yet even though this is what was supposed to
happen, Sirinna certainly would have felt very guilty over this had she
not developed the same strong affection for the girl in return.

Which was precisely what was /not/ supposed to happen.

Sirinna uttered a short little despondent sigh to herself that Amanda
did not hear as she hugged the girl more tightly. She felt Amanda shift
a bit, jostling Sirinna's breasts, sending a small tingle of excitement
through her, a warmth flooding over her skin that was more than simply
the heat of the sun or of Amanda's body against hers.

Sirinna gently broke the embrace before her feelings could continue
further along those lines. When she looked at Amanda's face, she saw a
smile there, as she always did, but this time there was something
different about it.

"You're happy about something," Sirinna said, the first words spoken
between them that day.

Amanda's smile just grew wider. "Sirinna, how do you always know so
easily what I'm feeling?"

"I'm just very good at reading you, Amanda," Sirinna said gently. That
was part of the truth. Another was that Sirinna felt so close to Amanda
now that she could just sense what the girl was feeling.

Another was that she was simply trained to do so.

"So what's your good news?" Sirinna asked. "It is good news, isn't it?"

"It's my father, Sirinna," Amanda gushed. "He's got a job interview
lined up. He's going to be working again."

"Oh, that's wonderful, Amanda! And what about his drinking?"

"He hasn't touched the stuff for a bit now. I think he's telling me the
truth. I ... I really think things are going to turn around for us."

"And did that satisfy Miss Mallus?" Sirinna said with a sly grin.

Amanda giggled. She loved how Sirinna purposely mispronounced the
social worker's name once she found out how much Amanda loathed the
woman. "Ms. Mallard will be told to keep her big, snooty nose out of
our business once he has that job."

Sirinna was almost as relieved as Amanda was. Her heart had ached for
the girl. The night after Amanda had cried in Sirinna's arms, Sirinna
had shed tears herself in sympathy when the full impact of the girl's
plight had hit her.

"In fact, she was over at our house today," Amanda said.

"Oh, no."

"No, this time it was okay. Wait til you hear this ..."

Sirinna took Amanda's hand. She felt Amanda squeeze hers, a simple act
of affection that made Sirinna misty-eyed. "Here, we'll go to our
special place and you can tell me all about it."



Sirinna led Amanda through the stand of trees behind the park bench,
past the edge of the park itself, the shade cooling the air and sending
a slight chill around Amanda's legs. She did not even notice. She
enjoyed the walk through the dappled sunlight, feeling a sense of peace
coming over her as they left the other people behind, none of them
noticing the two walking off together. They ambled down a steep hill
and out into the sunlight again, where a field of tall grass and clumps
of wildflower, some just barely starting to bloom, lay at the edge of a
placid pond.

What made this their "special place" had little to do with the scenery,
as pleasant and tranquil as it was. What was special was that it seemed
as if only they knew of it. Whenever Amanda was here with Sirinna, no
one disturbed them, no one appeared within eyesight. It was as if the
rest of the world had slipped away from them while they were here.

If Amanda had not been in such need of companionship and affection, she
would have noticed the oddity of this. But she noticed it no more than
she thought to ask Sirinna such things like where she lived, or what
she did for a living, or even what her last name was. It did not matter
to her.

Amanda took off her shoes and socks, Sirinna kicking off her sandals.
The grass was cool against their feet, and still slightly damp from the
rain the night before. The flowers and the grass were delicately
fragrant as they lie down near the edge of the trees, a slight watery
scent to the air when the breeze wafted in from the pond.

Sirinna delighted in Amanda's tale, laughing when the glass of water
ended up in this sour woman's lap, chuckling at the playful cat that
had made Amanda so worried.

Finally, Amanda's emotions became too much for her. So much pain and so
much worry over the past few weeks now no longer seemed in vain.
Sirinna's calming presence had made her more optimistic than ever, and
her joy was too much to hold inside her.

There was a moment of confusion on Sirinna's part as she looked into
Amanda's face and saw the tears brimming in the girl's eyes, and then
utter astonishment when Amanda abruptly rolled onto her side, and then
atop Sirinna, embracing the woman, her face pressed tightly against
Sirinna's bosom as tears streaked down her cheeks.

"Amanda, what ... ?"

"Sirinna, I could never have gotten through this without you," Amanda
said in a husky, quavering voice. "I would have gone insane without
you."

Sirinna felt her emotions surge. She took a deep breath, her heart
beating fast as she slowly embraced the girl in return. "Oh, Amanda, I
... I don't know what to say ... I ..."

"You don't have to say anything," Amanda whispered. "You've already
done so much for me. More than anyone else has."

Sirinna swallowed, her arms tightening around Amanda. She felt Amanda's
tears wetting her gown, the warm dampness just touching her skin.
Amanda clung to her even closer, face pressing into the soft flesh of
one of her breasts, one of her legs sliding up, catching the hem of the
gown and lifting it, the bare skin of Amanda's leg touching one of
Sirinna's thighs.

"Amanda," Sirinna said very softly, her voice strained. "Please ...
before you continue ... I ..."

"I just want you to know how much I appreciate it." Amanda drew in her
breath and let it go as a long sigh. "Sirinna, I love you."

/Oh, dear,/ Sirinna thought desperately.

Amanda lay still against Sirinna, still embracing her. Amanda's
breathing was slow and steady, her face turned slightly towards
Sirinna's chest, her moist, warm breath blowing into the cleft between
Sirinna's breasts.

Sirinna felt a tingle of excitement flutter through her body, and this
time it was not going to go away unless she forced Amanda to extricate
herself from the embrace, and this is something Sirinna could bring
herself to do. As she hugged the girl, feeling the press of Amanda's
warm, wonderfully graceful, sweetly beautiful body against hers, she
realized it was something she did not want to do.

Sirinna cradled Amanda's head, stroking her lustrous black hair. The
girl shifted atop her, Amanda's legs sliding against hers again, her
excitement mounting. Even as Sirinna's hands began to slide down
Amanda's back, she felt painfully torn. If she did what she was
thinking, if she took this further, was she doing it for the right
reasons? What /were/ the right reasons? It was ultimately what she was
supposed to do, but not like this, not with the feelings she had, not
when she could not even bring her back.

And would Amanda even respond?

Sirinna's hand slipped down to Amanda's waist, paused, then slowly slid
under the shirt and against bare skin.

Amanda never felt as peaceful and content as she did when she lie
against Sirinna's body. Even Rose, the wonderful woman she had so hoped
would become her adoptive mother, never made her feel this secure.
Sirinna's arms around her, her hands touching her, made her feel loved
and wanted. Where their bare skin touched, she felt a little more. It
was just a small tingle, a gentle warmth, but it was as exciting as it
was strange to her.

The first moment she felt Sirinna's hands against her bare back, she
snuggled closer to Sirinna, enjoying the touch. Beneath her, Sirinna
stirred, and one of Sirinna's calves began slowly stroking her leg.
Then Sirinna's hands slipped down to her sides, caressing her gently.
Fingertips slipped briefly under the waist of her shorts. She heard
Sirinna's soft breathing grow heavier.

Amanda's body became aware of the change before her mind. As Sirinna's
hands returned to her back, the sensation of warmth flooded over her
whole body, and she felt a tingle in her loins. Slowly, what was a
comforting and reassuring became stimulating and arousing. Yet the
realization did not fully come to her until she felt Sirinna's fingers
begin to work the clasps her bra loose.

"Sirinna, what are you doing?" Amanda murmured in confusion, drawing
herself up from Sirinna just as the bra snapped open and the cups fell
away from her orbs, leaving them dangling against her shirt as she
stood propped up on her hands above Sirinna's body.

There was an awkward moment of silence. Part of Amanda wanted to ask
Sirinna why she removed Amanda's bra. Part of her already knew the
answer. Sirinna looked at Amanda with a mixture of apology and want.
She also looked at the dangling swells of Amanda's pert, perfect
breasts, burning with the desire to touch them.

"Sirinna?" Amanda asked again, a touch of anticipation to her voice.

Sirinna sighed. "I-I'm sorry, Amanda. I didn't mean ..."

Still dazed, Amanda moved off Sirinna's body and into a seated position
in the grass, breasts spilling completely from her bra under her shirt,
rippling against the fabric, two visible nubs where her nipples lie.
She took a deep breath and let it go as a heat between her legs made
her even more confused than she already was. "I don't understand,
Sirinna, you ..."

Sirinna sat up. "You better just put your bra back on, Amanda," she
said in a strained voice.

"Oh ... okay," Amanda said quietly.

Sirinna looked at the girl oddly. Was that disappointment she sensed?

Amanda tried to refit the bra through her shirt and gave up after
several attempts. "I'm going to have to remove my shirt to do this,"
she said.

Sirinna opened her mouth to say something, but it flew out of her mind
when Amanda's shirt came off and she found herself looking at Amanda's
bare breasts.

It had been a long time since Sirinna had seen a bosom so young, so
perfect, and so beautiful. They were two gentle swellings, small enough
to appear as gracefully rounded orbs, large enough to hold and squeeze
and delight in their feel in a cupped hand. The nipples were small but
very obviously erect, standing out as two sharp points, the areolae
surprisingly dark.

Feeling a bit flushed, Amanda grabbed the cups of her bra and started
to fit them around her breasts.

Sirinna reached out a hand and stopped her.

Amanda looked up, her lips parting slightly, eyes fixing on Sirinna
with a look of both surprise and slowly growing excitement. Without
saying a word, and without taking her sultry gaze away from Amanda's
face, Sirinna reached under the loose bra and cupped her hand around
one of Amanda's bare breasts.

Amanda swallowed and drew in a deep breath, letting it go as a
trembling sigh, her eyes and her mouth opening wider. Her fingers,
still holding the bra, tightened reflexively, and the next time she
took a breath, her whole body was quivering. Sirinna's fingers gently
squeezed the yielding flesh, and when they brushed her taut nipple,
Amanda uttered a short gasp. Sensing this, Sirinna shifted her
attention, and stroked the nipple directly.

Amanda let her next breath go as a very soft, breathy moan. The growing
heat in her nether regions made her part her legs slightly, but it did
nothing to relieve it. Sirinna then smiled at Amanda and turned until
she was facing almost in the opposite direction from Amanda. She gave
the pert breast under her fingers a squeeze, making the nipple thrust
outward, just before leaning over and bringing her mouth to Amanda's
tender, virgin orb.

"Oh my God, Sirinna!" Amanda gasped, unable to contain herself as
Sirinna's tongue traced swirls around her sensitive areola, coaxing the
nipple to even greater arousal. Amanda uttered a second gasp, and then
a deeper moan as Sirinna's mouth closed around it, sucking gently, then
slowly harder.

"Sirinna ..." Amanda moaned. "Oh, God, Sirinna ..."

Sirinna stopped and drew herself up. "Lie back on the ground, Amanda,"
she said in a low voice.

"B-but ..."

"It's okay," Sirinna said, smiling. "It is. Trust me."

Amanda's nipple still tingled, and by now she could feel that her
panties were damp. There was no reasoning this, there was no arguing
with it. She was intensely aroused, so much so she was was shaking. All
notions of right or wrong were gone the moment Sirinna started suckling
at her breast.

Amanda lay down and stretched out on the ground. Sirinna draped herself
partially over Amanda's body, her tongue seeking the nipple again,
finding it, lapping at it until Amanda moaned. As Sirinna drew it back
into her mouth, sucking harder, squeezing tightly with her lips, her
hand drifted down over Amanda's waist and popped the button of her
shorts. Amanda panted lightly as her body quivered both in anticipation
and trepidation. Her hands fluttered briefly as if to stop her, but
dropped back to her sides.

Amanda remained submissive as Sirinna drew her zipper down. She held
her breath in the pause the followed, until she felt Sirinna's fingers
slide under her panties.

"Oh, /God!/" Amanda cried, her head tilting back as Sirinna's fingers
slid over hot, aroused flesh. So excited as she was, and so
inexperienced her body, she responded immediately, rising quickly,
bringing her to the edge of climax in only a few gentle strokes of the
swollen, sensitized nub of her womanhood. She cried out as she crested,
her orgasm quick, strong, and short.

Yet even as her throbs began to fade not long after they started,
Sirinna did not stop. She continued touching Amanda's young pussy,
moving her fingers in longer, deeper strokes, her mouth still sucking
hard and fast at the nipple. Amanda moaned, feeling her body again grow
excited at Sirinna's touch, her arousal again rising, her cunt still
very wet. Sirinna let go of Amanda's nipple and tended to the other,
sliding her body over Amanda's.

Amanda felt Sirinna probe her more deeply, and she eagerly tried to
spread her legs in response, but her clothing was still in the way.

"W-wait," Amanda said breathlessly.

Sirinna paused and looked at Amanda in concern. "Is something the
matter?" she asked, her hand still stroking Amanda.

Amanda swallowed. "Let me ... l-let me take my shorts off," she said.

Sirinna started to nod, stopped, and then smiled mischievously. "No,"
she said. "Allow me to do that."

Amanda blinked in confusion. "O-okay," she said, though there was some
uncertainty to her voice.

Sirinna gave the nipple she was about to suckle a gentle kiss before
lifting herself from Amanda. She withdrew her hand from Amanda's cunt,
her fingers wet with Amanda's arousal. To Amanda's surprise, Sirinna
licked her fingers clean before grasping the waist of both shorts and
panties, pulling both down Amanda's slim legs, leaving Amanda lying
naked in the grass and the flowers. Amanda gave a sigh of anticipation
as she spread her legs wide, her trimmed but still fuzzy mound
glistening. Yet when Sirinna approached her, Sirinna appeared to stop
just between her legs.

"Sirinna, what are you ... oh my God, you're not going to ..."

The next moment, Amanda was rendered incapable of speech when Sirinna's
tongue touched her tender flesh.

Amanda panted heavily as Sirinna played her tongue over the girl's
sensitized clitoris, flicking at the very tip, slowly drawing closer
until she stroked the entire shaft, eliciting moans of delight. Sirinna
drew a hand forward, and probed the sides of her mound with a
fingertip, then teased her slot, at the same time easing off her
womanhood. Amanda moaned more deeply in response, lifting her mound,
desperate for more. Sirinna continued to back off until she was only
just teasing the clitoris with the very tip of her tongue.

"Please, more ..." Amanda moaned. "Oh, God, Sirinna, please ..."

Sirinna was quite pleased with this, and slowly slid her finger into
Amanda's cunt, feeling the tightness of her virgin passage squeeze
about her finger.

Virgin, yes, Amanda was, but not totally inexperienced, Sirinna noted
to herself. No, she had explored herself at least several times, her
hymen absent, but simply was not very adventurous about it, or she
would have not climaxed so quickly.

Now Amanda was breathing heavily as Sirinna slid her finger in and out
of Amanda's pussy, her tongue deeply stroking the clitoris. Amanda
began to rise more quickly now, yet she rose higher than before, her
pleasure mounting, like a pressure building up inside her, straining
harder and harder to be released. She felt Sirinna squeeze a second
finger into her, tongue lapping at her faster, driving her into a
frenzy as she soared.

At that moment, Sirinna curved her fingers just slightly inside Amanda,
placing pressure upon a particular spot just as Amanda crested over.
Amanda uttered a sharp, strident cry as her orgasm throbbed hard inside
her, making her hips jerk with the intensity of the first few moments,
her climax far stronger than anything she ever gave herself, or that
she had just had minutes ago. She cried out again and again as the
paroxysms of her climax crashed through her body, relenting only when
Sirinna finally eased off, pulling her fingers from Amanda and
gradually drawing her mouth back from Amanda's pussy.

Amanda went limp as her orgasm faded, panting. "Oh my God ..." she
groaned.

Sirinna smiled and drew herself beside Amanda on the ground. When
Amanda looked at her, she felt a renewed surge of affection for the
girl. But the deeper she looked, the more Sirinna finally understood
that what she was feeling was moving beyond simple affection.

"Sirinna," Amanda said huskily.

Sirinna draped herself over Amanda and embraced her. "You deserved a
little pleasure after all that you've gone through, Amanda," she said.

Amanda felt tears well up in her eyes. She hugged Sirinna tightly.
"Sirinna," she breathed. "Sh-show me ..."

"Show you what, Amanda?"

"Show me ... how to do that with you. Show me how to ... how to please
you like that."

Sirinna was too stunned to reply for a moment.

It was not spoken like someone wanting to fulfill a duty. It was not
spoken as if it were simply expected of her. It was not spoken because
she thought it would be asked of her anyway. She said it because it was
what she really wanted to do. She wanted to please Sirinna because it
would make her happy.

Sirinna's heart ached. If only Roquan had not already had too many!
Leaving Amanda behind was going to be the most painful thing she ever
did.

She also ached to be pleased in exactly the same manner she had Amanda.
Her body trembled with need. But it didn't seem right. It just didn't
seem fair. Not now.

"Tomorrow, Amanda," Sirinna whispered, hugging the girl closer. "I'll
show you tomorrow."
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