‘Promise?’
‘You know you’ll have to go back sooner or later,’ said Rita.
‘I know, but I miss you,’ said Anita. ‘Just for a little while.’
‘You’d go back if I sent you,’ Rita reflected thoughtfully. ‘Wouldn’t you?’
‘Of course I would,’ said Anita. ‘I don’t want to get you in trouble.’
Anita sniffed again, looking unhappy. Rita kissed her softly on the lips, tasting a salty tear.
‘Is that better?’ she asked. Anita nodded. Rita kissed her softly again and put her arms around her in a hug.
‘I wish you were my mum,’ said Anita, hugging her tightly.
‘No you don’t,’ said Rita. She felt along Anita’s thigh, slowly up towards her pelvis, feeling the silky skin. Anita looked at her in surprise and then delight as she felt a fingers move aside her thong and cleave open her little flower, settling in her crease and then plunge in easily into its wet tightness.
‘Would a mother do that?’ said Rita, staring into her eyes.
‘Yes,’ breathed Anita, enjoying the probing finger. She leaned forward and kissed Rita sloppily, her mouth wide, eager to exchange saliva with the older woman. Rita accepted her eager kissing, while she worked her finger inside that teenage pussy. She used her free hand to feel Anita’s soft ass.
‘Mmph,’ Anita murmured as she broke her kiss and began to orgasm, she gyrated her pussy on Rita’s fingers and then gasped even louder as Rita managed to get another finger inside her. She came hard, biting her lip in ecstasy.
They fell into a heap, kissing and feel each others bodies. Anita pressed down hard on Rita, feeling her breasts and kissing her passionately and then quickly moved her head down and found Rita’s soaked wet patch. Rita arched her back as she felt Anita’s tongue connected with her clit and a finger invades her privates.
‘Oh yes, eat me,’ Rita murmured softly. Anita sucked on her clit and pussy lips like there was no tomorrow, desperate to please the older woman. She pressed her long pointed tongue deep into Rita’s snatch, soaking her tongue with pussy juice. She loved the blonde pubes in her face, the womanly smell, the thighs wrapped around her head. Anita loved to look up and see Rita arching her back as she was eaten, her full bust rising in a tortured sexual breath, urgently needing to come. Anita bought her to a shuddering climax and was delighted to see Rita enjoying it so much.
After Rita had calmed down and come back to earth, Anita lay besides her, face to face and kissed Rita on the mouth, softly at first and then using her tongue. Rita kissed her back easily, tasting her own pussy and sucking on her tongue then lay back, just staring at her and stroking her face. Anita did the same. She loved the green eyes, the way they glinted in the moonlight, and the contours of Rita’s face, the high cheekbones and the blonde hair. She was truly a beautiful woman.
‘I wish I could stay,’ said Anita, after minutes had gone by.
‘So do I,’ lied Rita. Anita really was in love with her, she thought. Her heart sank, she never anticipated that it would happen, but it had. She was fond of her and liked being friends and fucking her occasionally, but Anita wanted something she couldn’t give her. Rita never suspected it would happen. With her other girlfriends, it had been sex, fun and most of them had male partners. She didn’t want to hurt Anita, she was really fond of her and it would upset her daughters friendship.
Anita moved forward and rested her head on Rita’s chest, sighing happily. Rita lay in the darkness, faint light from the windows illuminating her worried expression. Slowly she raised herself off the ground and into a sitting position.
‘Come on,’ she said hesitantly, fearing Anita would get upset again. ‘I will take you home now.’
Anita stared at her for long moments, her happy face going blank. Then she agreed. ‘Okay.’
Rita stared at her. She was taking it ok now. Did she only come over to fuck me? Rita wondered as they got to their feet. Was she just a little slut who wanted to be satisfied?
‘I’ll get my keys,’ said Rita and disappeared before Anita could respond. She came back moments later with a pair of slippers and a dressing gown, the keys to her Mercedes in her hand. Anita was waiting quietly where she left her.
‘Come on,’ said Rita, refusing to look at her.
Rita drove her home in silence. It was only a block away, but Rita didn’t want her to walk around at this hour, dressed so scantily. Anita looked at her while she was driving, but didn’t say anything, sensing she was upset with her.
Rita pulled up a few houses away. ‘Why didn’t you take your car?’ she asked.
‘I didn’t want mum to hear me leave,’ said Anita, smiling at her.
Rita lapsed into silence again, waiting for her to get out of the car.
‘Are you mad at me?’ asked Anita.
‘Don’t asked stupid questions,’ snapped Rita, irritated by her tone. ‘This isn’t some game and I’m not one of your stupid teenage lovers. Don’t ever come over like that again. What if something happened to you on the way over? Or the way back? You’re a smart girl. You should know better.’
Anita flinched at her tone, feeling guilty. Was it over already? She wanted to make it up to her, but Rita was too angry with her to reason. She stepped out of the car slowly.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said.
‘Just forget it,’ sighed Rita. ‘I didn’t mean to snap at you. You just put me in a difficult position.’
‘I know, I’m sorry,’ Anita repeated. ‘It won’t happen again I promise.’
‘Okay go on home now,’ she said.
‘Bye,’ said Anita and closed the door. She stood and watched as Rita drove off into the night, then headed back to her house.
The next day Rita was cleaning up her house, when there was a knock at the door. She was surprised and then afraid when she saw Anita’s mother Silvia standing in the doorway with a pair sunglasses on.
‘Hello Rita,’ she greeted and then walked inside as if it were her own house.
‘Sylvia -‘ Rita began and then followed her into the living room.
Sylvia took a languid stroll around the living room, looking at its features and taking her time, keeping Rita in suspense. She was an attractive woman, a little older than Rita. Her hair was raven and tied in a stylish bun, like she had just emerged from a salon, which Rita didn’t doubt that she had. Her face was like white porcelain and statue like in its expression, emotionless and her red lips set in a firm line as if controlling herself from telling Rita everything wrong with the living room. Finally satisfied, she removed her sun glasses to look at Rita. Her eyes were the only feature that reminded Rita of Anita, dark and curious.
‘Can I offer you a drink?’ said Rita, trying to be warm.
Sylvia raised her hand in a quick gesture of refusal. ‘I came here to talk to you.’
‘About Anita?’ said Rita weakly, fear gripping her.
‘Yes.’
‘Was it about last night?’ asked Rita.
‘In some part yes, she seems to be spending an awful amount of time in this -‘ Sylvia looked around the room for the right words. ‘Establishment.’
‘We’re all friends really,’ said Rita. Sylvia sat on the couch and Rita sat on the one opposite her.
‘I see. Her and Heather have always been good friends. Heather is a very well mannered young woman,’ Sylvia admitted.
‘Thankyou,’ said Rita. ‘She’s a lovely girl. And so is Anita.’
‘Are you aware that both the girls have been smoking marijuana?’ Sylvia raised her eyebrows.
Rita almost sighed in relief, but caught herself under Sylvia’s gaze. So this is what its about, she thought. ‘Yes, I was aware.’
‘You were?’ Sylvia’s eyes flared liked horse nostrils. ‘Then you should have reported it to me.’
‘I’m sorry I didn’t think it was important,’ said Rita, then groaned inwardly, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. Sylvia stared at her like she was an idiot.
‘Not important? An illicit drug is not important? It against the law and its very damaging to the brain, I can imagine -‘
‘Yes, but they only take a puff now and then,’ said Rita. ‘I spoke to both of them and they it was only on occasion.’
‘You spoke to them? Well Anita outright denied it to me, until I showed it to her plainly after searching her room. I suggest you do the same thing with Heather.’ Sylvia narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at Rita.
Rita spoke her next words in a controlled voice. ‘My daughters possessions are her own business. I have no intention of going through her room.’
‘Well you should, its an effective way to weed out any lies.’
‘Heather doesn’t lie,’ said Rita.
‘Well Anita does and has. Your daughter is well behaved, Anita is very hard to keep in line. I would appreciate you telling me in future if such events occur again. You gave them both a suitable punishment I suppose.’
‘No,’ said Rita. ‘What would be the point? They’re both eighteen now, I can hardly tell them what to do. Just advise them on the dangers of smoking it.’
‘Well its inadequate parenting,’ said Sylvia.
Rita digested this information slowly. ‘Are you calling me a bad parent?’
‘Well your pretty light on punishment. I mean smoking marijuana in the final year at school. They haven’t got far to go before they finish and you let them do this?’
‘I didn’t let them do anything,’ said Rita irritably. ‘I told them I didn’t want them smoking in the house again and I believe them when they say they won’t.’
‘In the house! In the house! That could mean anything,’ said Sylvia. ‘What if they were smoking outside would that be alright?’
‘No it wouldn’t. I trust them. And to be honest I would rather if they had to smoke it, that they do it here then at a park or somewhere unsupervised.’
Sylvia shook her head. ‘Your crazy, I won’t allow Anita to be here in this kind of environment.’
‘Me crazy?’ said Rita angrily. ‘Least I talk to my daughter and treat her like an adult instead of child like you do with Anita. No wonder she’s always getting into mischief when you keep treating her like an immature brat, instead of the intelligent and charming girl that she is!’
Sylvia turned pale beneath her already pale skin. Too well bred to start a fully blown argument she stood up from her seat stiffly.
‘Well that’s that then,’ she said. ‘Anita is not come around here again, but I don’t see why Heather should be a victim of our differences and misunderstanding. Heather is quite welcome over at our place, but Anita is not to come over here. Do you understand?’
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