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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 Feedback welcome! Please email me at astraYOURngegeek@comMINDcast.net ( lose YOUR MIND to email me ) Or to send anonymous feedback, use the form at bottom of HTML version: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/A_Strange_Geek/www/novels/AmandasChoice/Chapter01.html --------------- "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." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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