Girl Fuck
A Collection of 4 Short Stories
by Kitty Meaker
Copyright Kitty Meaker 2012
Published at Smashwords
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by Kitty Meaker
I woke up in a rotten mood. This wasn't a new rotten mood. It had been building for a few days. Here I was, Christine Moore - single, 41 years old, living with my daughter, and working as a bank teller. My 42nd birthday was the next day, and none of my friends would be in town. I was feeling lonely, depressed, and in need of a serious pick-me-up.
I sighed and got out of bed. I looked at myself in the mirror. Why weren't things going better for me? I'd always had my looks and at 41 I could still turn heads. I had a flat stomach and my boobs could stop traffic. But it didn't seem to be working for me anymore. I hadn't had a date in over a year. My last relationship had been with my boss, who promoted me to bookkeeper after the first time we fucked. I soon found out why he wanted someone close to him looking at the books. He was bleeding the company dry, and eventually we both lost our jobs. He put some money in the right pockets and got off scot-free, but my reputation was destroyed. I was lucky to find a bank manager willing to overlook my past and hire me as a teller, but I was given the clear indication that I would be the lowest of the low. Even a kid hired right out of high school would have more authority than me.
I put on my slippers and padded downstairs. My daughter Alexa was cooking breakfast.
"Hey mom," she said. "I made some French toast for you."
"Thank you, sweetie."
As my daughter brought a plate of French toast to the table, I couldn't help but admire her radiant beauty. She had all the charms that I had possessed at her age, with none of the worries. She had a real talent for management, and her career was soaring. I knew she'd never have to sleep with the boss to get ahead - although I knew my daughter was very active sexually. Since moving in with her, she hadn't made a secret of it. A string of guys would be introduced to me, wind up in her bedroom, and their fuck noises would come through the walls. Part of me found this arousing, especially when these young guys would be obviously attracted to me as well. I think Alexa got a kick out of bringing guys home when I was already in my skimpy pajamas. Showing off my body gave them a hint of what they'd be experiencing shortly. We weren't shy about our bodies with each other, and I didn't mind being a bit of a tease in front of her.
After breakfast, my daughter broached the topic. "So, what are you gonna do for your birthday?"
"I don't really know," I said, a little embarrassed to not have anything planned. "Maybe I'll get a date. Know any available guys?"
Alexa laughed. "I do, but I know you're not serious about that."
"No... but the truth is, I could use something special for my birthday. It's been a tough year for me, you know?"
"I know, Mom." Alexa frowned, and seemed to be thinking about something. "Well, I guess if it'll make you feel better..."
"Yes?"
"I was going to take you shopping at Londale's tomorrow, but I think you'd have even more fun on your own. So I'll give you five hundred bucks and you can buy whatever you want."
"Five hundred dollars! Honey, that's too much!" I protested. "Besides, I'd rather go shopping with you. Why don't you want to come?"
"First of all, the money isn't a problem. You know that, and you deserve it. As for coming with you... I know the staff at Londale's pretty well. They always serve you better if you come in alone. Believe me, I get great service when I'm the only customer in the store!" She laughed at this. "Besides, we can have dinner afterward! You can wear something that you bought."
"Well," I relented. "It would be nice to have some new outfits. And we don't go out enough. Alright, that sounds like a great birthday present. Thanks, hon." I gave her a hug. My daughter really did look out for me.
"Well, we'd better get ready for work. You should have a better day knowing that you get a prepaid shopping spree tomorrow!"
I laughed. "I think it will make the day bearable!" We embraced again and I went upstairs to get dressed. I'd have to think about what I wanted to buy, I realized. Londale's had an amazing selection, but even $500 wouldn't buy too many outfits. I looked at my closet. A few shirts, a jacket, some slacks... maybe a nice dress for dinner. Something I could wear on a date if I ever got one. Fat chance of that! I got dressed and left for work.
***
The next morning I woke up revitalized. I felt excited, invigorated. I was 42 years old today, but I felt good about it. I looked at myself in the mirror again. I really did look good. I stripped myself down and looked over my nude body. Yup. Pretty damn good.
I poked my head out of my doorway and called for Alexa. There was no reply. She must have already left for work. I closed my door and went to my dresser. I reached inside for the toy I kept hidden there. I didn't masturbate often, and never with Alexa in the house, but I had bought the large vibrator years earlier for the times that I needed it.
I laid back on my bed and kicked the covers off. Legs spread, I slowly rubbed the vibe around my clit, savoring the sensations. I massaged my breasts with my free hand, pulling and working my nipples into hard little pebbles. One of Alexa's boyfriends popped into my head, and I imagined him coming downstairs after Alexa was asleep, discovering me passed out on the couch, and waking me up with a kiss. Then we'd slowly fuck right there in the living room, daring Alexa to wake up and catch us in the act. I pictured Alexa discovering us and staying to watch, and my orgasm hit.
“Fuck!I moaned. ?'m fucking coming!”
A wave of pleasure washed over me, then guilt set in. What was I doing, thinking of my daughter like that? Something was definitely wrong with me lately. I needed to meet some men besides Alexa's boyfriends.
I walked downstairs and saw that Alexa had left a note on the kitchen table. I helped myself to a bagel while I read it.
"Mom,
Happy Birthday! Here's your cash!
Have fun at Londale's - but don't wear yourself out! We have a dinner date tonight!
- Alexa"
I showered and shaved. I put on a loose pair of jeans and a tank top. Casual clothes but good for taking off quickly in a fitting room. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and hit the road.
Londale's was only 15 minutes away, and as I pulled in I felt strangely nervous. Maybe it was just that I was spending so much of my daughter's money on frivolous clothes. But I had decided to have a better attitude, so I forced myself to smile and walk into the boutique.
I was immediately greeted by a tall and lanky young man wearing a sweater vest. "Hi, welcome to Londale's!" This was followed by a cheery "Hi!" by a young girl standing behind the cash register. The two of them looked a pair, with matching shaggy dark hair and form-fitting jeans. The man approached me and shook my hand. "I'm Adrian, and that's Mandy. What brings you in today?"
"Hi, Adrian. I'm Christine." I said. "I'm really just shopping for a few things. Some tops, a pair of slacks, maybe a nice dress? My daughter shops here all the time and she's treating me to a shopping spree at her favorite store for my birthday."
"Oh, how nice!" he said. "What's your daughter's name? It's just the two of us here, so we know all of our regulars by name."
"Alexa Moore," I replied.
"Ahhhh, I see the family resemblance now! Although you could be taken for her older sister instead of her mother! Yes, Alexa comes here all the time. We love her!" Adrian gushed. I smiled. Alexa could make friends with anyone, and obviously these two had the same attitude. "Well, as you can see, all of our blouses are 20% off, and that's on top of any other discounts. Would you like me to help you find anything?"
"No, I think I'll just pick out a few things on my own."
"Well, let me know when you're ready for the fitting room and I'll let you in." He gave another toothy grin and walked off.
I browsed through their selection for a while. At first I was put off by the prices - they were even higher than I had thought. But I kept looking through the racks and eventually had a stack of clothes in my size to try on. Right on cue, Adrian walked up. "Ready for that fitting room?"
"Absolutely!"
"Alright, let's get you set up." He led me to the back of the store into a large room furnished with a few plush chairs and a couch. Flower arrangements and bottles of water sat on tables. Clearly the customer was well taken care of at Londale's! Adrian pointed to one of the fitting rooms separated from us by a curtain. "You can get started in there, Christine. Since you're our only customer at the moment, I'll wait out here for you. Just let me know if you need anything!"
I stepped into the fitting room. "Such good customer service!" I thought. "No wonder they can get away with these prices." I shrugged off my top and removed my jeans. I tried on the dress first, but realized that it was meant to be worn without a bra or panties. It was quite snug and would show the lines of anything I wore beneath it. Well, I could manage that. I tried on the slacks next and loved how they fit. Then I tried on my first top and ran into a slight problem. It didn't fit. At all. I checked the tag. Size 6, just like almost every shirt I owned. But I couldn't get past the first three bottom buttons on this one! There seemed to be a shortage of fabric around my chest and there seemed to be no way to coax the shirt into giving me more. I gave up and tried the other two shirts with the same result.
"Shit!" I muttered.
Adrian must have been right outside, because I immediately heard him through the curtain. "Is everything alright, Christine?"
I hesitated. "Well... it's just these shirts. They all seem to be made for girls who haven't hit puberty yet!"
"Oh," he said. "did you get your normal size? I thought Alexa would've told you, because she has the same build as you. Generally our clientele is rather small-chested women, so we tend to stock shirts appropriate to them. But if you go up a few sizes and find a shirt with a proper fit around the bust, we can have the rest altered for you. For free, of course. The shirts are usually ready in about three days."
"Oh, it's funny she didn't mention it. No, I just grabbed my regular size. I had no idea about the sizing."
"It's perfectly understandable, Christine. I know just what we'll do. Hand me the shirts you picked out, and I'll call Mandy back here to take your measurements. Then we can go from there!"
"Sounds good." I said, removing the shirt I was wearing and handing all three back to Adrian. I sat down on the bench to wait for Mandy. Measurements? This sure was a lot of trouble to go through for one customer! After a short wait, Mandy called my name and poked her head through the curtain.
"Hi Christine! Ready to be measured?"
"Sure! There's a first time for everything, I suppose."
Mandy's mouth dropped. "You mean you've never been measured before?" I shook my head. "Not even for a bra?" I shook my head again. "That's amazing! With a chest like that I'd expect you to get a proper fitting every time you buy clothes!"
I blushed. "Well, it never really occurred to me... and you're the first person to ever suggest it. So how does it work? Should I take off my bra?"
"Yes, we won't get an accurate measurement if you're wearing anything."
I slipped my bra off.
"Stand just like that. Arms at your side. I'll go ahead and do a proper chest measurement. It's not necessary to be precise for a shirt, but we also stock lingerie and so we'll just do it properly and we can have your information on file in case you want to purchase a bra. First I'll measure right below your breasts to get your band size." Mandy stood in front of me and slipped the tape around my back, pulling it snug. "Alright, I have that measurement. Now we'll measure the fullest part of the breast to get your cup size." Mandy pulled the tape around my breasts and placed it directly over my nipples. She spent some time adjusting it, and the friction from the measuring tape caused my nipples to become hard. I realized, embarrassingly, that I had become slightly aroused by this. I must have still been horny from earlier in the morning, and all the fussing around my nipples had reminded me of how I had abused them in bed. "Sorry," Mandy said. "This is a tricky measurement with a fuller bust. But I think I have it now. Now, let's just get your hip and waist measurements as well. A proper shirt fitting takes that into account, you know."
"I didn't know that, actually!"
"Yes, many people don't. It's a shame how far standards have fallen in the clothing industry... they really don't inform the customer anymore..." She frowned, as if personally affected by this. "Well, anyway! Go ahead and take your pants off and we'll finish up."
"Err, my pants?" I asked. I didn't realize I would be taking my pants off in front of anyone... and there might be a telltale wet spot showing her how much I had been enjoying the bust measurement...
"Well, to get the most accurate measurement, I'll need to measure over bare skin. And your pants are covering that skin. Your panties should be fine, but if not I can pull them down slightly."
"Ah, I see. Well, okay then." I removed my pants and stood in front of Mandy almost completely nude. I now knew I had a wet spot on my panties. Her eyes dropped to my crotch.
"Alright. If you could turn around? This measurement is best taken from behind." she said. I blushed, sure she was just being polite about my state of arousal. I stood rigid, and felt the tape slip around my stomach. "Relax, Christine. I won't get an accurate measurement if you're tensed up." I could feel her breath on my back as she spoke, and it was hard to do as she said. I tried to relax, and felt the tape sliding around my torso. Finally, it loosened and Mandy said "Alright, I'm going to measure your hips now." The tape slid lower down, and again I could feel Mandy adjusting it. Then it stopped. I could feel Mandy's breath on my ass. She wasn't adjusting the tape. What was she doing back there? Suddenly, I felt her hand slipping between my legs. I stiffened in shock. She paused an inch from my panties. "I'm having some difficulty with this measurement. I might have to make some adjustments. Is that okay with you?"
"I- no, that's fine." I said, gulping nervously.
A few seconds went by. Then I could feel her hand moving up again. She cupped my pussy, then pushed my panties aside. She put a finger in me and I moaned. She put a second finger in me and I leaned forward against the wall. I heard the measuring tape fall to the floor, and Mandy's fingering sped up. She was now kissing my legs, my thighs, my ass. Her tongue touched my asshole and I groaned lustily. I had never even touched my asshole in a sexual way before, and had never let any man go there, but I knew at that moment that I loved it. "Yes, use your tongue on me!" I moaned. Mandy responded by licking furiously, and finally inserting her slick tongue into my tight little asshole. She was fucking my cunt with her fingers and my asshole with her tongue. I couldn't believe the sensations coursing through my body. I let out a low grown and came hard, her face staying glued to my ass the entire time. Finally I felt her let go, and we were both gasping. I turned around and slumped to the floor. We both looked at each other.
"That was amazing." I said, smiling shyly.
Mandy smiled back. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"I've never been with a woman before."
"Have you wanted to?"
"Sometimes... there have been girls..."
"Would you like to kiss me, Christine?"
I nodded. Mandy crawled closer to me, and took my head in her hands. We gently touched lips and started exploring each other. This was so much different than kissing a man. Her feel was different. Her smell was different. Her taste was different, and I could taste a slight bitterness that I knew was from my own asshole. The dirtiness of it excited me. Our bodies were pressed tight together, but I could feel her hands moving beneath me, unbuttoning her shirt. We briefly parted so she could take it off. She then took her bra off, and I saw this young girls titties for the first time. They were more modest than mine, but still respectably perky. Her nipples were already hard, and instinctively I took one in my mouth, kneading the other breast with my hand. Mandy moaned in response. I felt completely in control. I could use her body like I used my own. It was familiar to me. All women must be able to do this to each other, I realized. To give pleasure and receive it. It was as easy as fucking yourself. My hand ran slowly down Mandy's stomach. She anticipated me and unbuttoned her pants. Without breaking our connection she removed them. My hand found her bare sex and I entered her. Mandy gasped. One finger to two, two fingers to three. I was outdoing her at her own game, and she was on the edge of an orgasm. Then, it happened. I felt her tighten up on my hand, and I clamped down on her nipple. She groaned loudy. "Fuuuuuuuuuck, I'm coming!" she moaned. I kept up the fingering for several seconds, splashing obscenely in her juices. My eyes sought hers and I found that she was already looking at me. I lifted my head from her breast and kissed her deep. We gave each other a long, passionate kiss before breaking apart.
We both sat back and stared at each other again. I felt an intense love for this woman I had just met, and I sensed the same thing from her. I moved my eyes over her body.