Silvia

After our weekend with Carli and Susan, I realized I was ready for a lover and a break. I seemed to be horny all the time after being with Susan. I think Megan's tryst with Carli left her in the same condition. After they left, we talked about our situation. Our conclusion was for each of us to find a lover.

Megan felt she was more attracted to women older than she was. I think it's mainly because her three lovers were older. I didn't think about age as much as I thought about compatibility. I knew Megan would probably go out of town to college next year and leave me as an empty nester. I wasn't looking forward to that. I wouldn't get a dog or cat to replace her, but a close friend might be lovely.

Megan and I had strengthened our mother/daughter bond over the past year, and I would miss that. At times, we were more like friends, and at others, more like mother/daughter. The friends' time usually won out unless we had to decide on something, but we'd talk and work it out regardless of what it was.

I wanted a friend first who turns into a lover. I realize that combination is difficult to come by; Lloyd and I had that, and I wanted it again.

I began talking more with Michelle, whom I met at the gym. We'd started getting to know each other shortly before Carli and Susan came for their visit. I didn't mention her to Megan until we saw her at the Comic-Con.

She made quite an impression on the four of us with her costume. I know that sounds superficial, and it is. But, despite having a killer body, Michelle is a real sweetheart. I've discovered that during our talks when we work out.

In our talks, I learned Michelle is a nurse practitioner, owns her own home, loves gardening, donates blood regularly, and prefers quiet nights at home reading. She's an avid soccer fan, mainly ladies' soccer, and has season tickets to the local National Women's Soccer League team.

She knows as much about me as I do her. Well, nothing too personal yet.

I didn't see her every time I was at the gym. But, when we saw each other, we explained our absences. It wasn't something that seemed to be required, but something we did because we missed each other as we were becoming friends.

I still talked with and texted Susan when I had something to say or just wanted to hear her voice. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but for me talking with Susan made me horny. I longed for her body in my bed.

We didn't talk sex or Facetime to see each other naked. We had real conversations, each time we actually talked. She was my second best friend after Megan.

I got a big surprise on the second of October, I'll always remember it because it was the first time I saw Michelle nude.

I always dress for the gym at home, then shower when I get home before dressing and fixing myself a smoothie. Then I got to work or to one of my classes. I'd arrived at the gym later than usual and didn't see Michelle working out. I didn't think anything of it and went about my routine.

However, I needed to pee between my cup of coffee first thing and hydrating during my workout. So, I ventured into the women's locker room.

The lockers are in an alcove off the showers and toilets. You have to walk through the locker area to use them. When I walked in, Michelle was toweling herself off after taking a shower, one leg up on the bench as she dried it, her back turned towards me. I knew she had a hard body, but I'd never seen her bare skin because she always wore a loose sweat top over her sports bra with matching leggings.

I didn't mean to, but I stopped dead in my tracks and did a double-take. I don't think there was an ounce of fat on Michelle. Michelle dropped her towel onto the bench as she stood upright to do something to her chest. She was looking down at it as she fiddled with something, then reached into her locker and repeated the process. Next She grabbed something else and looked lower on her tummy. Then suddenly, Michelle turned to see who was there, I could see some definition in her abs along with a belly button piercing.

Michelle smiled, “Silvia! I thought I felt someone there. I missed you this morning. Sorry, I'm putting my piercings back in. I hate working out with them in.”

Michelle had been inserting small barbells in her nipples and the navel piercing in when I disturbed her. I choked back an 'Oh MY god!' then said, “Aww, thanks, I had a little car trouble, nothing serious. Did you have a good workout?”

Michelle stood facing me, and I knew she knew I was gawking as she finished the first nipple then inserted the second. She wasn't embarrassed or the least bit shy about it as she massaged each breast as I watched. When she finished, Michelle walked towards me.

Still smiling, she replied, "I did, thank you. I kept looking for you. I have some extra tickets to the soccer game this Saturday. Would you like to go with me? My friend, Kai, who went in with me on the season tickets, can't make it, so I was wondering if you and maybe Megan would like to go."

I was surprised, "Oh, well, I'd love to. But I'll have to ask Megan. But I think she'd love to go. I can let you know tomorrow if that's alright."

She asked me, "Do you have your phone on you? I can give you my number, and you can text me. I need to know so she doesn't give it to someone else. We each bought two seats. They come in sets of four, so her little sister Mika may be sitting with us."

I had my phone with me because I listen to music sometimes when I work out. I pulled it from its little holder and waited for her to tell me her number. Michelle stood shoulder to shoulder with me as she read off the numbers. Since I had to look down at the phone, I stole looks at her firm, sweet breasts and those abs. I couldn't see her pubic area, which is probably good because I would have dropped to my knees right there.

When she first turned to greet me, I didn't think I saw any pubes on her, but as she got closer, her blonde hair, which was manicured, became apparent.

I managed to type in her number. She suggested I text her to test it. I did, and we could hear her phone chime in her locker.

Michelle smiled, "Excellent! Whenever your darling daughter wakes, you can give me an answer. Please let me know. I think you'll both enjoy the game since Megan plays and you're a soccer mom. Maybe she can give me some insight as to what plays they are doing. I love watching the ladies play, but I don't completely understand why they do what they do."

I looked at my watch even though I knew Megan was still sleeping, “She's still sleeping, so maybe an hour or two. I know she'd love to go.”

Michelle stroked my arm with her hand, giving me goosebumps, "When I said 'soccer mom,' I meant that in a good way. These are great seats, and you'll both love them. I think it's a rivalry game, too, which makes it more exciting."

Smiling, hoping my goosebumps weren't too noticeable, "I know we'd love it. We haven't been in ages. We'll dress in team colors, too."

Michelle giggled, "We'll be so adorable, all dressed somewhat alike. I love it! Thank you, Silvia. I'm so glad you popped in here."

I blushed, “Well, I need to go. Umm, coffee, you know.”

With that, Michelle blushed, "Oh gosh, Silvia, I'm so sorry, please go. We can talk when you're done and I'm dressed."

Michelle took a step back as she said that, facing me, she did a modified curtsy. I hurried to the stall and relieved myself. If I'd been alone, I would have masturbated. Seeing Michelle nude and the way she moved aroused me. I didn't know if I could continue my workout with her on my mind.

When I finished, Michelle awaited me, and we walked out together. I'd regained my composure and decided I needed to work off my frustrations, so after telling Michelle goodbye, I worked myself silly, doing one set more of each exercise than usual.

When I arrived home, Megan was fixing her breakfast, dressed only in her panties. Seeing her dressed like that after Michelle guaranteed I'd masturbate while in the shower. I did masturbate thinking of Michelle's abs and tight body. I think I showered longer than usual, but it felt good, and I felt relieved after.

Megan was at the kitchen table using her laptop, reciting Spanish for a test later at school as I made my after-gym smoothie. I asked my darling if she wanted to go to the soccer game with Michelle and me. I mentioned there would be someone else there, but I didn't know her. Michelle had mentioned her friend's little sister, but I didn't know how little. Naturally, she said yes, so I texted Michelle to tell her we'd meet her there.

I received four smiley faces in return, which made me grin. I returned smileys and a couple of hearts and got hearts in return, along with 'Kai's sister Mika will be joining us'. I texted back that it sounded great. Megan and I were happy to have been invited.

I did see Michelle at the gym on Friday. We talked more about the soccer game, and she explained who Mika and Kai were.

She'd met Kai several years ago when they were both into kickboxing. Kai is close to Michelle's age and a lawyer. Mika, which is short for Mikala, is her younger sister, about twenty-one or so, who was an aspiring soccer player. Her soccer dreams came crashing down while in her sophomore year in college, she wound up pregnant.

Mika took a couple of years off to have the baby and get back on track. Thanks to her parents, Mika is now back in school, working on her degree. However, the boy who knocked Mika up vanished soon after discovering he would be a father. Kai did some legal thing to get sole custody for Mika. Mika and the baby live with Mika's parents while she's getting her degree.

Michelle showed me pictures of Kai, Mika, and the baby, Noa, on her phone. They were all gorgeous: jet black hair, mocha complexions, and the deepest dark brown eyes. Mika reminded me of Sabine Wren on that Star Wars series Ahsoka, only with a slightly darker complexion and fuller breasts.

I had to comment, “They are all beautiful, Michelle.”

Michelle grinned, "I know, right? I'm so jealous of their yummy dark complexions."

I smiled, “I know what you mean. We'd contrast nicely with them.”

Michelle looked at me with a wicked grin, “We would, wouldn't we.”

My pussy tingled, hoping she was thinking what I was thinking. Then Michelle put her phone away, and we continued our workout.

I mentioned that I was intensifying my routines; I wanted to get in better shape sooner rather than later. I asked for advice, which brought a smile to Michelle's face. She offered to help me, but we had to be subtle about it. The gym frowned on people who didn't use the trainers provided by the gym and they charged way too much.

I mentioned I'd love any advice she could give me, working out, diet, you name it.

She said we could talk at the soccer game to figure out a plan. I thanked her, and we finished working out and went our separate ways.

When I arrived home, Megan was trying to figure out what to wear for the game. I told her about Mika and her situation. Megan giggled when I mentioned a little sister and she thought early teens. When I finished, Megan reassured me she wouldn't get pregnant in college. I laughed and told her that's not what I worry about. We both laughed at that.

Saturday, we were both anxious. We ran six miles to help calm ourselves and give us something to do. We ate a late lunch because we knew food at the stadium would be ridiculously expensive.

It would be a cool evening, so we dressed appropriately in long pants, long-sleeve tops, and sweaters. We were all color-coordinated in black and yellow, the team's colors.

I considered taking everyone to dinner after the game as a thank-you to Michelle. Depending on how things went, I'd suggest it sometime during the game.

Game time was at four. We arrived at three-thirty to meet Michelle and Mika. Parking was insane, and we found a spot four blocks away because the stadium doesn't have a parking lot since it's downtown.

Megan and I looked the part, all dressed up in the team's colors. However, we were both amazed at how elaborately other fans dressed. Our clothes were mild compared to them. As we gawked and commented, we spied Michelle and Mika walking towards us.

Mika's picture didn't do her justice. She stood about an inch taller than Michelle, her long black hair tied in pigtails with yellow ribbons. Both women wore black and yellow striped jerseys with some player's numbers. I have no clue which player, but I was going to find out. Michelle also wore her hair in pigtails; however, her hair was tied with black ribbons. We do love our contrasts.

As they approached, I saw Megan smiling as she watched them. She said, "Mom, thank you so much for letting me come along. I owe you big time."

I knew exactly what she meant. Even if nothing happened between us, being around two gorgeous women was nice enough. I already knew I liked Michelle, and I'm sure Megan would, too. I only hoped Mika was as sweet as she looked.

Michelle was beaming when she introduced Mika. We all hugged, and then Michelle handed us our tickets. We started gabbing right away, with Megan and Mika talking soccer. Michelle had mentioned to Mika that Megan played, so they had a common interest.

Michelle and I hung back, watching the girls walk towards the entrance. I thanked Michelle again as we watched them talk about soccer and what positions they played.

Michelle smiled, "I think this will be a great day, Silvia. They look like they've known each other for years."

I laughed, "It's the soccer thing. Megan loves it, and I'm sure she'll want pointers since Mika was so good at it. It's lovely to watch them together."

I turned to see Michelle smiling, "Yes, you're right, Silvia. They seem to be getting along fabulously. If you don't mind, you have the inside seat next to Mika. Then Megan was with me on the aisle. We can switch around if that doesn't work or if someone wants to talk with someone else. I thought the girls would like to chat about the game. Plus, it will allow you to get to know Mika."

I smiled as I handed my ticket to the gate attendant, "It's fine, Michelle. I'm sure the girls will talk non-stop as they critique the play. It should be interesting. Mika seems like a sweetheart. I'm sure we'll talk some, thank you."

Michelle hooked her arm in mine after passing through the turnstile, "I know we were going to talk diets and working out. We can, at some point, if you want to switch seats. I kind of like to plan things out. I do have some ideas written down for your workout routine. I'll bring them to the gym next time."

I thanked Michelle as we followed Mika and Megan to our seats. Michelle suggested to them when we got there how we'd sit. Nobody objected, so I slipped in first, followed by Mika.

The seats were great, up about twenty-five rows and near mid-field. The game wouldn't start for another ten minutes, so I talked to Mika while Megan spoke to Michelle.

We started talking about Noa. I told Mika that Michelle had shown me the picture of Kai and her with the baby. Mika began to gush about Noa, how sweet he was, how her parents adored him, and a few other things.

I mentioned that Megan was my stepdaughter, and we have the same type of bond even though I've only been her mom for over ten years.

We switched to talking soccer right up until the National Anthem. Then Megan sort of cut in, and they began talking about players and things I knew nothing about. Now and then, Mika would take a break and talk with me. She was delightful and articulate; I never would have guessed she was only twenty-one.

We began talking about school. I mentioned I'd gone back to take a few classes and worked part-time as a paralegal. She was considering becoming a veterinarian but hadn't decided yet. I told her how I met Michelle, and she giggled. Michelle had told her that already.

We kept getting interrupted by the game, Megan, and occasionally Michelle. It wasn't bad; we enjoyed the game and the little tidbits about the players both girls provided. At half-time, we took turns using the ladies rooms. It allowed me to talk with Megan to see how she was doing. Megan was on cloud nine.

She said Mika was charming and knowledgeable about soccer, and they talked a little about getting together and doing some drills. She said Michelle was amazing, giving her workout tips between asking her questions about what was happening on the field.

Megan was so glad Michelle had extra tickets and suggested we take them to dinner someplace. I agreed and told her I'd suggest it.

When Michelle and Mika returned, Megan and I left for the bathrooms. We returned to find Michelle and Mika had swapped seats so Michelle and I could talk, but Megan was still between Michelle and Mika.

The second half was as dull as the first regarding the game. No score and running back and forth on the 'pitch'. However, my conversations with Michelle and Mika were the bright spots of the afternoon.

During the second half, Michelle and I talked about the game, how well Mika and Megan were getting along, and a little about a workout plan Michelle had for me. I told her I wanted to tone, not become bulky. She grinned, telling me I was close and that we could refine my diet.

I blushed at the compliment while Michelle smiled.

Michelle asked, "Why haven't we talked like this before? We've been going to the gym for months and smiling at each other. When I saw you on the elliptical, I had to make the first move. I'm glad I did."

I laughed, "I'm glad you did also. I noticed you; it was hard not to. I've been going through some changes the past year, trying to be more outgoing. Since Lloyd's passing, I've been working on a few things and discovering more about myself. It's an ongoing process. Being more outgoing is on my list of things to work on."

Michelle smiled, “Are you enjoying the game?”

Pausing momentarily, I replied, "Actually, I find soccer boring. All that running back and forth. But I like watching Megan play volleyball and soccer. To be honest, I used this as a chance to get to know you better. I really like you, Michelle. As a bonus, I think Megan found a new friend."

I nodded towards the girls. Michelle turned to look at them, laughing and talking.

When Michelle looked back at me, she smiled, "Yes, I think they are getting along nicely. Just like you and me. I'd said that's a win for everyone."

My heart raced when I asked, "If you and Mika want to, Megan and I would love to take you both to dinner afterward."

Before Michelle could answer, someone on our team scored. We all stood up and cheered, high-fiving and jumping up and down. When we settled back down, Michelle and I looked over to see Megan and Mika breaking a hug.

Michelle looked at me, grinning, "I guess we have a new friendship in the works."

I was smiling, "I think we might. Thank you again for inviting us, Michelle."

Michelle touched my arm and looked into my eyes, "You're welcome, Silvia. We'd love to go out with you both for dinner."

I could feel a delicious blush work through my body, "I know a couple of nice places not too far from here. We may have to wait a bit because I didn't make reservations."

Michelle replied, "I don't mind, and Mika is riding with me, so she has no choice."

Mika must have heard because she replied, “No choice? What are you two talking about?”

We both laughed as I told her, “Dinner. Megan and I are taking you two out after this.”

Mika smiled, "Oh, cool. I need to call my parents and tell them I'll be late. It's okay. Noa has plenty of breast milk in the freezer."

Megan chimed in, “Where are you taking us, Mom?”

I laughed, “Asian or Mexican, you guys vote.”

Michelle spoke first, “I don't care, I love both.”

Megan followed, “I'd love something Asian, but either is fine with me.”

I stifled a giggle, thinking the same thing as Megan, my naughty daughter. Then Mika spoke up, telling us she gets plenty of Asian food at home but nothing fancy. So, both were fine with her.

I told them they were a bad group and I'd decide for us. They all laughed with Megan saying, ahh, Mom. I told them I knew a small Asian fusion place, Omogee Noodle Bar. They all looked it up on their phones as the game wound down.

Mika and Megan were comparing menu items as Michelle looked over the offerings.

The game went into a ten-minute additional time, and we stayed until it was entirely over. We waited another ten minutes to let the crowd thin out and then returned to the entrance. Michelle had put the restaurant on her map app and said she'd meet us there. That would give Megan and me time to talk as we drove.

It didn't take long before Megan began gushing about how fantastic Mika was. I asked what she thought of Michelle. I saw how well they were getting along as I talked with Mika. That made my sweetie blush, and she said she liked her also. Megan grinned, telling me how good Michelle and I looked together like we'd been friends for ages.

I told her I liked Michelle as a friend. We hadn't talked about sexual preferences, and it didn't matter. She was lovely, and I wanted a friend and a gym buddy for now.

Megan giggled, then said, "Maybe more later? She is hot, Mom, and you know it."

I looked at her, smiling, "Damn hot, sweetie."

We both laughed and continued on our way to the restaurant.

We had no trouble finding a parking space and parked three spaces over from Michelle. The four of us walked to the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant, discussing the game as we did.

Michelle and I followed the girls, Michelle's arm hooked in mine. This was more like a date than the soccer game.

Just before entering, the girls looked back at us; both smiled when they saw Michelle's arm in mine and us whispering to each other. Then Mika whispered something to Megan, making her smile and nod.

Michelle and I were talking about how well the girls were getting along. I asked her if this was our first date.

Michelle gripped me tighter as she whispered, "It could be. Do you want it to be? I wasn't sure about your inclinations since Megan is your stepdaughter, but I guess you just cleared that up."

I smiled, whispering, "Yes, I'd like this to be our first date. When we have time, I'll tell you our story."

Michelle gave me a quizzical look, “Our story?”

I smiled, “Yes, how Megan discovered she prefers girls and how I discovered my bi side.”

Michelle raised one eyebrow, "Oh, okay. They both sound fascinating, Silvia. I'm looking forward to hearing them."

We entered the restaurant and were quickly seated. Menus were already on the table, laminated in plastic. Omogee had been a food truck for a couple of years and was very successful, so they opened a brick-and-mortar place while still having the food truck. I'd sampled their cuisine several times during work. They had some interesting and delicious choices.

The four of us ordered from our server Thai chicken tostada with spicy peanut sauce, Bulgogi Sliders, Cold Sesame Noodles with Butter Pepper Shrimp, and Hoisin Caramelized Salmon and Sesame Soba Noodle Bowl.

We decided to share everything, which turned out to be very fun.

It was close to nine when we finished dinner. The night air was cool and breezy when we exited the restaurant. Mika and Megan walked behind us, keeping their distance as we headed to our cars.

Michelle and I remotely unlocked each car so the girls could get in without us as we talked. I could see a smile on Megan's face as she entered the passenger side of my car.

I was smiling, as was Michelle, as we said our good nights. I thanked her for the tickets, and she thanked me for dinner. We held each other's hands, facing each other. I wasn't expecting anything, just talking about our first date. When Michelle pulled me close to her and kissed me, my body trembled.

It was a long, slow, goodnight kiss. When we were through, Michelle asked when we could see each other again and not at the gym. I asked her if she'd like to come over for dinner during the week. She said she'd love to, and we could figure that out at the gym on Monday.

We kissed once more, and I was feeling it. That incredible heart-racing sensation inside me. I wish I could have taken Michelle home right then, or she invited me home with her. But this was our first date, and we had the girls with us.

I waved goodbye to Mika as Michelle waved to Megan, and then we went our separate ways.

When I got into the car, I paused before starting it up.

I looked over at Megan, “This was our first date. Wow. I think I'm smitten, Megan.”

My sweet girl giggled, “I'm so happy for you, Mom. I really like Michelle. I like Mika too, as a friend so far.”

I smiled, "I'm glad you like Michelle; Mika is a doll. I'm glad you both hit it off. Good things happen when you least expect them. Michelle might be over for dinner sometime next week, and we're going to talk."

I sat there smiling until Megan woke me from my dream when she asked if I was going to start the car. I laughed as I started it. Then we headed home, talking about Mika and Michelle.

When we got home, I was on cloud nine. I'd heard about 'gaydar' but didn't know exactly what it was. Michelle's assumption that I liked women proved to be true. It wasn't very late when we arrived home from the game, but it had been a long day. Megan and I said our goodnights, then went to bed. When I was finished getting ready for bed, I turned out the nightstand light and lay under the covers. My heart beat feverishly as I imagined Michelle and I naked in bed making love.

I remembered I'd left my door open and didn't want Megan to hear me masturbating. I know it's silly, but I was sure she heard Susan and me when she and Carlie were here, just like I heard her and Carli. But closing it now would guarantee I was thinking of Michelle. So, I waited as my heart rate slowed down to a regular beat. It took about half an hour for it to get there.

When it did, I pictured Michelle's flaxen pubic hairs before my face. Her soft, sweet voice told me to go ahead and feast. Picturing that and the image of her body as I looked up from devouring her got my heart rate soaring once more.

Reaching over and grabbing the other pillow, I covered my face to dampen any noise I was about to make as I fingered myself into a climax. It didn't take long for me to work up to that familiar edge and then over the precipice.

I basked in the glow of another masturbation session, longing for Michelle to be with me. When my breathing slowed, I placed the pillow back against the headboard. Looking up at the ceiling, I whispered goodnight to Michelle and fell asleep.

Megan

It was just before Halloween on a Wednesday, I think. I was deep into my school studies and soccer. I was fixing my breakfast since I had a late start for school that day. Mom returned from her workout and asked if I'd like to attend our local professional women's soccer game on Saturday. I almost asked her if she was crazy because I would love to go and watch them.

I said, "Yes, of course, I'd love to go."

She explained her friend from the gym, Michelle, had spare season tickets, and we might be joined by one of her friend's little sister. I didn't care who joined us; I wanted to go. I would happily explain things if the little sister knew nothing about soccer. It was the least I could do for the invitation.

However, Michelle is pretty hot, and that's always nice. I met her at the Comic-Con last Summer. She was cosplaying Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, in a very skimpy outfit. I held back a 'Yum' because Carli was with me, which would have been rude.

When Mom returned from the gym on Friday, she had more information regarding the game and the little sister. The little sister wasn't so little after all. Her name was Mikala, or Mika. She was like twenty-two, had a baby, and was going back to college to finish her degree and play soccer.

Obviously, my explaining the game wasn't needed. She could probably teach me a few things.

Saturday morning, Mom and I were all wound up waiting for the game. We ran six miles after breakfast to burn off some energy. Mom mentioned Michelle had shown her a picture of Mika, her sister Kai, and the baby, Noa.

She said they were all gorgeous, with long black hair, dark complexions, and very pretty. I thought to myself, this could be an enjoyable game.

After our run, lunch, and some lounging around, we dressed for the game. It would be a cool evening, no rain or snow, so we dressed appropriately in team colors. We drove into the city, found a place to park, and then headed to one of the entrances to meet Michelle and Mika.

Mom spotted them first, nudging me as I looked around at the other fans and their attire. When I saw Mika and Michelle, I got a tingle. They were dressed in team colors, wearing Candy Rose's jersey, number seven.

She's tall, strong, and gorgeous. She's my favorite player. They also wore their hair in pigtails. Mika's pigtails were tied with yellow ribbons, and Michelle's were black. They both looked yummy.

Michelle did the introductions, we hugged, and I thanked Michelle for inviting us. Michelle had mentioned to Mika that I played soccer, so we started talking about sports immediately.

Mika and I had our tickets, so we started to head to the gate, not waiting for Mom and Michelle. Mika asked what position I played, and I told her. She said she played left wing just like Candy. I grinned and told her I was right wing. Mika giggled, telling me we complimented each other. I felt a tingle and knew she and I would be great friends.

After entering the stadium, Mika led us to our seats. I'd look back now and then at Mom and Michelle to ensure they followed us. I don't know why; Michelle also knew where we were going. I did notice Michelle had hooked her arm in Mom's. Maybe this was a date for them, something I didn't know. If it were, I wondered if this might be a blind date for Mika and me.

Maybe I was rushing things or perhaps hoping. I needed to quit assuming stuff like that about other females.

We found our seats, and they were excellent. Michelle asked if we didn't mind seating with Mom first, Mika, me, and then her. That way, we could get to know each other and talk during the game.

Nobody objected, so we sat and waited for play to begin. Since I'd been talking with Mika, Michelle and I started a conversation to get to know each other better. Mom hadn't talked about her much, and all I knew was that she loved working out, looked hot, and was a doctor or something in the medical profession.

Of course, she didn't know much about me, so we started filling in the blanks.

Once the game started, Mika and I talked about players and plays. I answered Michelle's questions, explaining things to her. The three of us spoke about individual players and some soccer gossip. Mika talked to Mom, but not as much as she talked to me.

I think they talked about more personal things and not so much about the game. Mom knows enough about soccer to chat, but she's not a big fan. She goes to my games and is my biggest fan, but she wouldn't know anything about it if I didn't play.

When half-time arrived, Mika and Michelle visited the ladies' room first. Mom and I had a chance to talk about how things were going. I told her Mika and Michelle were really nice and I liked them. Mika had hinted at practicing together some weekend. She'd also mentioned that the local junior college would be an excellent place to start if I didn't get any offers. The scouts get overwhelmed by so many high schools with good players.

In a junior college, you learn more about the game and have more challenging competition. It's an excellent place to get noticed.

After Michelle and Mika returned, Mom and I went to find the lady's room. When we got back, Michelle suggested she and Mika swap seats. It was fine with me, and Mom would get to talk with Michelle.

I heard them talking about working out diets and not much about the game.

Mika and I bounced around various subjects because the game was pretty dull. Nobody was taking any shots, and it was just running back and forth. I asked about her son, Noa. I didn't get personal about how he came about. She offered to show me pictures, taking her phone out and scrolling until she got to them.

He was adorable, and I told her so. I said she looked so sweet, just like his mommy. Mika blushed and thanked me. I guess I was flirting, and I'm not used to that. It gave me a tingle when she blushed, and that felt delicious.

It was late in the second half when Candy finally took a shot at goal and made it. We all stood up to cheer, hugging and giving each other high fives. That was the only score of the game.

When it was over, Mom suggested we all go to dinner, and she'd buy. She left it up to us to decide what type of food. We had a problem with that; all three of us were non-committal. So, Mom picked the restaurant, gave Michelle the address, and we left the stadium.

On the way there, I gushed about how friendly Michelle and Mika were. I'd exchanged numbers with Mika and looked forward to practicing with her and becoming friends.

We found a spot not too far from Michelle and Mika. They saw us drive up and waited for us to enter the restaurant. We immediately paired off, Mika and I walked ahead, still discussing the game. Just before entering the restaurant, we looked back to see Mom and Michelle, arm in arm, whispering to each other and smiling.

Mika whispered, "They look good together, don't you think, Megan?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yes, they do."

As we watched them whisper, we saw Michelle's eyes widen when Mom told her something. She was smiling and seemed to grip Mom a bit tighter.

Mika said to no one in particular, “I wonder what they are saying.”

I replied, “I don't know, but it must be good. They're both smiling.”

We entered the restaurant and were quickly seated. We'd previewed the menu back at the stadium, so we all knew what we wanted. As we waited for our food, we talked less about the game and more about my soccer goals and Mika's schoolwork.

When our food arrived, it all looked so interesting. Mom asked if she could taste mine, which prompted Michelle to ask Mike the same thing. Then I wanted to try Mika's, and we eventually just rotated plates so we could all try everything we ordered. It was a lot of fun. We played food critic and rated each dish.

We were all laughing and having a great time, and I was so happy Mom had met Michelle and Michelle had brought along Mika.

It wasn't too late when we finished dinner. It didn't seem like we'd been together that long, and I had to say goodnight. Mika and I followed Mom and Michelle out to the cars, quietly talking as we did. We'd exchanged numbers and planned on getting together to run some drills next Saturday.

We said good night as Mom and Michelle unlocked the cars. It didn't take much to realize they wanted some time together. I waved one last time to Mika as I entered our car, then watched Mom and Michelle.

They stood facing each other, holding hands and talking until Michelle leaned in to kiss Mom. They unclasped their hands to embrace as lovers do. I smiled, watching them kiss. It was actually a very beautiful and romantic scene. When their lips parted, they stared into each other's eyes and talked a bit more. I assume they were making plans, but you never know.

When they parted, I saw Mom smiling as she walked to our car. Before she entered it, she waved goodbye one last time.

When she sat down, and before putting the key in the ignition, she sighed.

She looked over at me, “This was our first date. Wow. I think I'm smitten, sweetie.”

I giggled, “I'm so happy for you, Mom. I really like Michelle. I like Mika too, as a friend so far.”

Mom smiled, "I'm glad you like Michelle. Mika is a doll. Plus, I'm glad you both hit it off. Good things happen when you least expect them. Oh, Michelle might be over for dinner sometime next week, and we're going to talk."

Mom woke from her daydream, started the car, and we drove home. On the way, we recapped her 'date'. I told her all about Mika and that we might do some drills next weekend. I mentioned that I doubted she was into girls. Mika didn't flirt with me at all, and the subject never came up. Mom reminded me that most people aren't gay, so I should quit assuming. She went on to say it doesn't matter about someone's sexuality. It's who they are as a person that matters.

I agreed and mentioned it was just a coincidence that we had a lesbian tour guide and chef, and her new gym partner might be a lesbian. Mom laughed, telling me that was quite a coincidence.

After we arrived home and settled in for bed, I left my door open, wondering if I'd hear Mom thinking about Michelle before she went to sleep. I was a little surprised that I didn't hear anything from her room. I guessed she'd wait until later when she knew I was asleep to think about the two of them.

I didn't wait. I was thinking of Mika and wondering what breast milk tasted like from the source. I think Carli's little kinky ideas influenced me a bit with that thought.

I tossed the sheets back and then closed my eyes, picturing Mika's full breasts. One hand slipped between my legs, the other palmed my breast, rolling over my hard nipple. Imagining a small dark aureole, I licked my lips, pretending they were suckling her milk-engorged breast. I assumed it tasted sweet because babies love it.

My tongue swirled around my lips as if I were doing that around Mika's nipple. The hand between my legs rubbed harder as my imagination took off. I alternated pinching my nipples, picturing Mika playing with them as I suckled. I thought I heard her moan and tell me how good my lips felt on her breasts. They were so sore and was doing her a major favor, relieving the pressure.

My fingers worked inside me, toying with my clit as I continued pinching and pulling my nipples. When my imaginary Mika told me to suck harder, I intensified my fingering and brought myself to a lovely climax.

I left my hand between my legs as I lay in the dark, catching my breath. I had no idea if Mika liked girls, but she would be in my fantasies for a long time. I'd probably add Michelle in there, too; her abs and hard body made quite an impression on me.