Different Flavors of Normal

Continued from The Summons

Megan had expected a relaxed flirty afternoon on lawn chairs separated by enough room to cop a surreptitious hand or feel while Tommy played in the yard. Later that night, who knew? This is what she was thinking while lounging on the glider, her tongue deep inside Doctor Maple’s mouth. And yes, in her head at least she was prone to refer to Joyce as Doctor Maple now and again.

“You”, said Megan pulling away for air, “Are a great kisser.”

“Like anything else, practice helps…”

“All on boys, I bet. And men…”

“Married twelve years, so there’s that…”

“What about girls?” Megan whispered, her lips brushing Joyce’s cheek. When there was no answer, Megan reframed the question. “Did you kiss a lot of girls?”

“One for sure, in college. Maybe two…”

“Maybe?”

“Tequila.”

“Ahhh. And…did you…”

“Last night was the furthest I’ve gone. Ever. The furthest I could imagine going…”

“You’re welcome”, said Megan inhaling Joyce’s breath as she covered her mouth again. Joyce accepted the kiss, then, with a cock of her head, took the offensive and slid her tongue past Megan’s feeling her submit gently to her probing.  Kissing a girl WAS different-softer, sweeter-but maybe it was just this girl. Not enough of a sample size to be sure. But still, what she knew was she’d not felt any cheek stubble or rough tit grabbing when all she wanted was to kiss. Which was new and nice.

Joyce’s house was the last on the cul-de-sac and her backyard jutted further into the woods than the neighbors, leaving her virtually secluded out back. They could more easily hear-and in the winter see-traffic on Trestle Drive two hundred yards through the woods than anyone on the surrounding lots. She and her husband had done a lot back here in the early days.

Megan broke the kiss lightly, then, as if stricken, slipped from Joyce’s shiny face, then down her body, taking in the smell of her shirt, then her belly, then her lap as she slid to her knees between her naked thighs.

“Oh God”, said Megan running her hands over the tops and sides of her legs. “These…”

“I somehow thought you’d like these shorts,” Joyce giggled.

“Gawww…” she slipped her head into the warmth between Joyce’s legs and worked her tongue from knee to hemline right and left, stopping to bite gently on a mouthful of satiny crotch. The fires from the previous night were sparking again, building and blanketing them, all goosebumps, butterflies and shallow caught breaths.

Megan paused and sat back on her haunches continuing to rub Joyce’s quads, even pressuring with the heels of her hands. She watched the legs, watched her hands kneading them, read the freckles, as if trying to memorize a passage in a book. For her part, Joyce lay back her head and sighed allowing, again, the girl to do what she wanted. Not to say she didn’t want it as well. She did. She wouldn’t have known how much she wanted it until last night but there was no denying what she was feeling. At least there was no denying it anymore.

“You have to do it”, Megan told herself. “Just say it. Joyce will roll with it.” But she wasn’t so sure. Like last night. How far would be too far? But that had worked out, hadn’t it? She wanted this so badly but was so afraid to say it. She didn’t even feel Joyce rubbing the side of her head, scratching behind her ear like she was a puppy. When she finally looked up it was into Joyce’s soft eyes.

“What?” she asked.

“You’ll think it’s weird.”

“Come on…tell.”

“You don’t want to know….”

“I asked.” Joyce playfully squeezed her ear. “What?”

“Your legs…”

“We’ve established that…”

Megan closed her eyes and took a breath then blew the words out. “I want to lay over them.”

“Over my legs?”

“Your thighs.” Joyce’s face was blank. “Your knees.”

Joyce squinted down at her.

“Jesus! You know, your lap.”

The light finally went off. “Ahhh….”

Megan managed a twisted embarrassed smile. “Yep”, she sighed. “She finally gets it.”

Joyce cupped the girl’s cheeks. “I told you last night that I was thick about some things…”

“Yeah, but this is weird, I know…”

“Hush.” She was back to stroking Megan’s head lolling between her legs.

“Sorry…” the girl said puffing the words against her, tickling down there.

“I said hush, now…” She took Megan’s hands. “Stand up.” When she did, Joyce reached out and patted her hips, “Megan, Megan, Megan,” then she unsnapped her jeans. “I don’t imagine you want to lay over my knees with these on.”

“No mam I do not…”

The jeans, snug to the skin, gave up territory grudgingly and Joyce was careful to rub her hands as much as possible over Megan’s legs as she pushed them so slowly down. “These are cute”, she said admiring the skimpy blue panties that were cut high in the back exposing the bottom third of her cheeks. “Let’s leave them on for now.”

“Whatever you say. I’m through directing.”

“This is something else new for me. Just let me know if I’m…”

“You’re fine.”

Conscious that she was right handed, she pulled Megan to that side. While she stood there awaiting the next signal, Joyce reached back and slapped her bottom.

“Ohhh!” said Megan surprised, grabbing her butt.

“OK?”

“OK!”

Megan lay herself down over Joyce’s bare legs and settled into position. Joyce watched the pink splotch from her smack blooming below the panties. For her, she thought this might be a cute game, but she felt Megan’s breathless excitement. She allowed her hand to linger on Megan’s bottom and rub the back of her thighs.

“How long have you fantasized about this?”

“Spanking in general? Or you spanking me?”

“Okay, specific, then. Me spanking you.”

“Since I was ten or eleven.”

“No way!” Joyce smacked her butt lightly.

“Yep. This one time I noticed you in the yard. In the fall. You were raking leaves I remember. I was riding my bike. You were wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. You had a ponytail back then and you looked so…I don’t know. Strong maybe? I was ten.”

“Did you fantasize about undressing me? About making love to me?”

“No. That came later.” There was another light smack, just for fun.

“How much later?

“Ouch. Last week.”

“SMACK!”

“Ow! No, No, I’d think…I’d lay this all out in my mind…what if I did something…rode my bike through your tulips, hit your mailbox with a ball, something…and you got mad, and spanked me…Or I’d ask you to spank me because I ruined your flowers. You know…dumb…”

“Nothing’s dumb Megan. Things just are what they are.”

“Yeah, but its not the most normal thing….”

“I don’t think we believe in normal. Or in one kind of normal. This is just a different flavor of normal, that’s all.”

In answer Megan lifted her butt just a little. Presenting.

“So we’ll do this”, said Joyce fixing her left arm across Megan’s back to hold her in place.

“I’m so going to cum all over your lap”, Megan said as Doctor Maple, with a laugh, brought her hand down sharply.

 

Continued in Always Learning

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