We woke around nine when Amanda's phone rang in the guest bedroom. We laid looking at each other, knowing it was probably her mother.

Amanda snuggled closer to me, wedging her leg between mine.

“Should I answer it?”

“Of course, she wants to know you're safe, babygirl. She's your mom.”

"I know. Am I safe?".

"Not really, I'm going to devour you sometime today, my sweet one."

She giggled, “I like the sound of that.”

"Yes, go tell mom you're safe. You snuck a few extras champagnes when I wasn't looking so I wouldn't let you drive home. You're head hurts but, other than that, you're fine. Your phone was in the living room, and you were in my guest room with the door closed."

“That does sound very reasonable, Renee. I think she'll believe it.”

“Good, now go call her so I can start feasting on your sweet body.”

“Yes, ma'am. Sorry.”

She kissed me playfully then ran to get her phone. I could hear her talking to Val as I lay waiting for her return. She did just as I instructed her. It sounded like Val bought it, which made me rest more comfortably.

They talked for a few more minutes, then Amanda hung up, returning to my bed.

Giggling as she cuddled next to me, I asked her how mom took it.

"She scolded me for stealing the champagnes, of course. She was glad you didn't let me drive or get a lift. You scored some brownie points with her for that. I told her the party was okay, and I didn't think I'd ever want to go to another, it's just not my thing. She laughed. Other than that, she's working as usual."

“I'm glad she's not worried about you. I don't think those brownie points would help if she found out what we've done, sugar.”

"She won't. Being here has been eye-opening so far. To be honest, I don't know if I'll ever do anything like this again. I'm enjoying it all so far, well except for the party and I think I can live without weed. It was interesting for a bit, just not for me."

I kissed her playfully, "That's fine. I rarely use it myself, but it's nice at times. It helped get you to open up."

“I think another glass or two of wine would have done the same thing the way you were dressed and coming on to me. You are undeniably sexy, Miss Renee.”

I grinned, "I'm glad you think so, Are you going to start calling me Miss Renee now?"

“I'm still working on something. Do you like it?”

"In some relationships, I've been addressed that way. I don't know if it would work for us. We'd have to see if this is something you enjoy more than for a naughty weekend."

“Oh? What type of relationship would that be?”

"One where your mother wouldn't kill me if she knew we had a relationship to start. So, put it out of your inquisitive mind, sweetness."

She snuggled up to me, nuzzling my neck, “Whatever you want, Renee.”

I smiled, “I want you to start over my love and finish what you began last night.”

She kissed my neck softly, licking the spot she'd left her lip imprint. I closed my eyes, relaxing as she retraced her steps from the previous night. This time I kept my mouth shut, letting her explore me with her lips and tongue.

After gently nuzzling my earlobe, she tugged it with her teeth, then softly kissed it. She whispered how excited she was. I smiled; my eyes still closed. Her hand cupped one of my breasts as her sweet tongue slid down my neck, stopping under my chin. Her fingers found my nipple, which she toyed with as she kissed me full on the mouth.

She had learned rather quickly. Our tongues played while she explored my breast with her hand and fingers. Cupping, massaging, caressing, both boobs in turn. When she was satisfied, she broke our kiss. Her focus headed further south. Her hand between my legs, her mouth was taking the place of her fingers that had recently departed my breast.

Sucking a nipple while tracing my labia, toying with me, I think she was building up her courage. Her soft moans as she nursed each breast further drove me closer to another happy conclusion. I wasn't quite ready, hoping she'd continue with her tongue between my legs instead of her nimble fingers.

That's when I decided to push things a bit. My hands had been at my sides during this pleasant interlude, now sifting through Amanda's hair. I gently pushed her to go further down my body. She looked up at me as I folded her red wisps back behind her ear.

“You're ready, Renee?” she whispered.

“Yes, sweetie. If you are.”

She smiled, “I am.”

Then kissing her way down my tummy to my mons, she slipped over one leg to plant herself between mine. Kneeling, I could see her take a deep swallow as she leaned forward. Her hands massaged my thighs as she placed her tongue on my labia. I felt her move from bottom to top then back again, testing herself.

I didn't say a word as she continued exploring me with her outstretched tongue. She didn't seem to have any further hesitations as she slipped her arms under my legs, stretching herself out on the bed. I could hear her lapping away at my pussy. The sweet sensations echoed through my body as she started to get into it as she traced my labia.

I could sense the sweet aroma of sex wafting in the air as she flattened her tongue once more, sliding it softly over my skin. She kissed the inside of my thigh in the sensitive crevice. Then circled up and over to the other side before moving back to my labia. She slapped it with her tongue then sucked on it gently.

I was astounded that she'd enjoy this as much as she seemed to be. Then my brain shut down as she stiffened her tongue, sliding it past my folds. I gasped, which I think scared her because she hesitated for a moment before moving it in and out, fucking me with it.

“Gawd, Amanda, that feels so good!”

I could feel her smile as she continued. Next, she shifted her position to slip a finger in below her mouth. I couldn't help but gasp again as both her finger and tongue fucked me to the edge.

Suddenly, she changed from a tongue fuck to a solo finger fuck. I whimpered when I felt the change. I was so close. Much to my delight, she began kissing my hood only to slip her agile tongue under my hood to tease my clit.

I whispered, “You're a natural, sweetness.”

I heard a giggle as she massaged my clit with the tip of her tongue. She now had two fingers in me merrily pumping away as I reached one of the most unbelievable orgasms in recent memory.

I shook as I clamped my legs on her head, momentarily stopping her. I released her much to her relief while those delicious sensations coursed through my body. I lay panting as she slowed down, watching me with her fingers gently sliding in and out. She softly kissed my inner thighs as she eased her moistened fingers back and forth ever so slowly, letting me feel every sensation my body could muster.

Finally, I had to ask her to stop. I was exhausted. I came at least twice as she watched and manipulated my body. The girl was amazing in her touch and instinct.

She returned to cuddle with me, resting her head on my breast. She could feel my heart racing away as she laid smiling, my honey on her face.

She looked up at me, "I enjoyed that, Renee. I started to hesitate, but something in me clicked. I wanted to please you."

Softly stroking her hair, I smiled, "You did, sweetie, you were perfect."

She grinned, sighing into my breast.

We lay silently for quite some time until I decided it was her turn. I began softly stroking her hair as she lay against me. She cooed, squirming a bit, getting a little more comfortable.

I whispered, "It's your turn, sweetness. Are you ready?"

“I was just getting comfortable,” she giggled.

“When you're ready, let me know. I'm very comfy too, my love. You are just so adorable.”

"I will. I'm basking in the glow. It's a lovely feeling. I've rarely just laid and talked after making love or having sex. It's a nice feeling, and I love hearing your heartbeat go from fast to slow."

"When you are ready, I'm in no hurry, either. I want you on my face, sweetness. Think you can do that?"

"You mean, sit there? Won't that hurt?"

"Silly, you won't sit. You'll be above me so I can lick you to your next climax. Sort of riding my face, you might say. Instead of you laying down with my face buried between those sweet legs. You move back and forth over me. I'll guide you a bit at the same time.”

“Hmm. Sounds interesting. But?”

"Hush, when you're ready, you'll see how it all works. For now, just snuggle with me, babydoll."

She giggled, squirming against me. We lay for a few more minutes until she whispered she was ready. I almost thought she'd fallen back to sleep. She was so relaxed, her slow, soft breathing sounded lovely.

Her getting on top of my face was slightly awkward. We moved around, getting into the right position then moved again. After a few attempts, we lined up perfectly. Her pussy was just above my mouth, looking very inviting as she lowered herself within reach of my tongue. I had her face away from me because I wanted full access, and if she were so inclined, she could go down on me. Sort of a preemptive sixty-nine position you might call it.

I began playing with her using the tip of my tongue. From the perineum along one side of her pussy then down the other. I told her to move back and forth slowly. She leaned forward, resting her hands on my thighs. She started sliding back and forth over my tongue as I curled and flattened it intermittently. I could hear her moaning as she varied her undulations above me. The girl was getting the hang of it.

I continued lapping away as she varied her motions, figuring out what she enjoyed the most, then concentrating there. Amanda's nectar was sweet, somewhat like her mother's. I held her above me, not restricting her movements until I felt she was ready. Then I had her slow down so I could drive my tongue deep within her. She straightened up as I lifted her hood to concentrate on her clit. Her moaning increased as I teased her, circling the tip of my tongue against her little nubbin. Her head was bobbing up and down, hair sweeping against my legs as she moved closer to her climax.

I kept her body on my face, swishing and curling my tongue inside. I managed to move one hand so that I could tease her button with my finger. When I did that, she almost reached her apex, so I backed off. I wanted this to last a bit longer. I wanted her to crave my tongue and the pleasure I gave her. We kept at it, bringing her close, then backing off for god only knows how long. Eventually, she practically begged me to finish her off. I smiled to myself as I rubbed her bud, slipping the tip of my finger slightly inside while sucking and licking sweetness. My face was a sweet soppy mess before she climaxed. Now, as she reached the pinnacle, I intensified my tongue action. She drenched, my hair, face, the bed, all soaked with her essence. Her scent had filled my nostrils from the beginning, which I savored, letting her writhe in ecstasy over me.

I eased back as the sensations ebbed in her lovely body. When she'd calmed down, she collapsed forward, her head resting between my legs just below my knees. Panting, she managed to thank me for her first real orgasm. I giggled, telling her she was very welcome.

After she'd caught her breath, she worked her way back to snuggle with me. Realizing my face was coated with her secretions, that little minx began licking my face. I smiled as she cleaned me off more like a puppy than a kitten. I didn't tell her to slow because I enjoyed her enthusiasm. When she finished, we talked in whispers until she yawned. I suggested we take a nap, she smiled, kissing me as she closed her eyes. We lay once again all nice and snuggly for a couple of hours. When we woke, a shower seemed like a good idea. We played there also, Amanda receiving another beautiful orgasm from behind via my fingers and the shower massage. I was enjoying having her around, and I think she realized what her mother saw in other women.

We toweled off, then dressed, talking about so many things. We had a light breakfast or more like brunch since it was almost noon. After eating and chatting more, Amanda packed up her things to head on home. She was going to return around dinner time for round two of her naughty weekend. There were so many things I wanted to show and do with her, and I told her so.

We kissed goodbye, then off she went. I spent the rest of the day relaxing, looking forward to her return. About one in the afternoon, Victoria called, wondering how the party went. I told her most of what happened and that Amanda stayed the night since she was in no shape to drive. Victoria told me she appreciated that. I casually mentioned I didn't want her to hurt herself or anyone else. The remainder of our conversation was about her and I getting together when she returned. We teased each other about what we were going to do, which was a bit arousing all by itself.

When we hung up, I felt guilty as hell, aroused, and wondering if I should do anything else with Amanda. Here I was miss 'I hate drama' creating a potential shit storm with Victoria and poor Amanda.

I spent the afternoon cleaning up, doing laundry, and working a little on my app. I didn't get much done with it, pausing from time to time thinking about Amanda. I knew she was enjoying herself so far. I wanted that to continue. However, I didn't want to mess up what I had with Victoria, either. I figured this would be the only time Amanda and I would be intimate I was going to make the best of it.

My brain was not functioning at one hundred percent, thinking of Amanda, along with the possible consequences of this weekend. I gave up on my app. I knew I'd screw something up and have to debug it because I wasn't concentrating.

It was around five Saturday afternoon when Amanda reappeared at my front door. She had an overnight bag with her and a cute blush on her face when I opened the door. Dressed in denim culottes, sandals, and a white tie-front top, Amanda looked adorable. Her red locks were tied back in a ponytail that swished a little when she swept past me, not waiting for me to invite her in. Any doubts I had about playing around with her vanished.

She paused as I closed the door behind her. Her eyes twinkling, she grinned as she dropped her bag then opened her arms to hug me. We embraced as if we'd been separated for weeks and not the scant hours that had passed.

We kissed, snuggled in each other's arms. When we came up for air, we simultaneously took a deep breath.

Looking into her eyes, I brushed back a wisp of hair from her face, “I'm glad you came back.”

She looked back, her head tilted slightly, “Why wouldn't I?”

“I don't know. I have way too many things on my mind at the moment. Doubt has a way of creeping in.”

"Well, you don't have to worry about me. I'll be here until Monday morning, Renee. You've opened Pandora's box of sexual delights. I want to see what all is in there."

I grinned, chuckling a bit, “We won't get to everything that's there, cutie. We will discover things you like. Then maybe focus on those.”

Her eyes lit up, "I like the sound of that. I do want to be able to walk out of her on my own on Monday, though."

“You may not want to leave when I get through with you.”

All she could come up with for a reply was, “Tease.”

We both laughed as we headed to my room to put her things away. We discussed going out to eat somewhere before the festivities began. I didn't want to go someplace I knew Victoria, and I had been before. She's a creature of habit, and although a casual dinner with Amanda would be easy to explain away, I thought a restaurant that served something her mother didn't care for would be the best idea.

I suggested Sushi to Amanda, and her eyes lit up. She'd only sampled California rolls once or twice in her life. Victoria wasn't keen on seafood, so this would be another new experience for my little love.

I'd been to Ido Sushi a few times in Culver City. It's quaint with female sushi chefs who put on a good show. It's sort of like that famous Japanese restaurant where they fling knives and make jokes while cooking. Plus, they are cute, and I like to flirt with them.

I wasn't quite ready to go out, and it was still early. It would take at least an hour to get from my place to Ido Sushi. Saturday nights in Los Angeles are nuts as far as traffic is concerned. Not that it's easier any other night, but weekends everyone who isn't working seems to be on the road.

I offered her something to drink, and I wanted us both to be sober. I had some ice tea in the fridge. She helped herself, which signaled to me she was very comfortable here.

We lounged in my living room, talking, and giggling. Victoria came up now as we talked about family and our lives in general. I'd never actually sat and chatted with Amanda when we all three went out. She could keep the conversation going and seemed interested in my life as much as I was interested in hers. It was nice hearing her perspective on events that Victoria had mentioned to me in passing. I think it gave credence to the saying that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

We were lost in conversation when I could feel tiny pangs of hunger in my stomach. I looked at the clock, realizing we'd been chatting for a good ninety minutes. I asked Amanda if she were getting hungry, which elicited a sweet purr from her.

I laughed, “Food, sweetie.”

She grinned, "I know, I was teasing you. Yes, I'm starting to get a bit hungry. By the time we get there, I'm sure I'll be starved. You might have to feed me."

She glanced at my breasts, licking her lips then back to my face.

"You are naughty, Am. I love it. Let me slip something on, and we'll head out."

I changed my lounge wear to better match Amanda's casual and cute attire. I wanted something a bit sexier but not slutty to show off a bit if someone I knew was there behind the Sushi Bar.

Roman sandals, cream-colored blouse, leaving a couple of buttons loose to tease her and the girls at the restaurant. I debated wearing culottes, too, but thought that might be too weird. So, I slipped on a skirt that stopped just above my knees.

I walked out of my bedroom only to be greeted by Amanda, gawking at me. Her focus was on my cleavage, and she was licking her lips.

I laughed, standing there hands on my hips, “I guess you like my top.”

"I do, or rather what's in your top. Until this weekend, I never really paid much attention to breasts. They were just there. I mean, I have them too, but playing with yours has given me a new appreciation for them. I hope that makes sense."

"It does, and it doesn't. I'm not particular about a woman's breasts. There are so many other delightful features about a woman. I'll tell you more as we get to know each other. I like the complete package. You and your mother are both that way. I think that's part of my attraction to you both."

She blushed, which made her all that more adorable. We went out to my car then on to our dinner at Ido Sushi. It took about an hour, traffic being normal. We talked a bit about what to expect and that I want her to sample a few of the delicacies she might think were disgusting.

The drive took longer than it should have, of course, welcome to L.A. Ido Sushi is in a strip mall which is typical here. I found it when I was out with some friends, and we had a craving for Sushi. I've been back quite a few times to flirt and devour the delicacies they offer. Some of which you won't find on the menu.

It wasn't too crowded for a Saturday evening, some of the tables were occupied, and the Sushi Bar had more than enough room for the two of us. Keiko was behind the bar and waved to me then bowed, smiling when she saw I had a date.

Keiko studied at UCLA working on her Masters in Business she took the job at Ido after she heard they needed a chef. Her father was once in Japan and had taught her the fine art of Sushi making. Here she practiced her craft and was one of the more popular chefs. She was also a doll, dark almond eyes, long straight jet black hair that I was fortunate to see one night sans her standard bun behind the bar. She was off work and lounging in the restaurant with friends who invited me over to sit with them. She's maybe five feet tall. They added a bench on the backside of the Sushi bar to accommodate her. I often wished she was at least curious about girl girl love. Sadly, she has no interest so far. I've flirted with her frequently to no avail. I hope someday she'll change her mind and grant me the privilege of being her first. Until then, I'll flirt and hope.

I introduced Amanda to Keiko, who winked at me when Amanda wasn't looking. She sat us down at the bar right in front of where she was working. She motioned for the waitress to bring us a couple of Sakes to go with our Sushi. The proper term would be Nigiri. I told Amanda that Keiko and I were reasonably good friends as Keiko sharpened her knives and prepared to amaze us. We looked over the list, which included pictures of each of the various delicacies. Amanda wanted things she was familiar with, so we started with Sake (salmon).

I told Keiko this was Amanda's first time, which got a giggle from her. I blushed, hoping Amanda didn't get the innuendo. Keiko went to work, putting on her show, making jokes, talking to the slices of pink meat, and generally being silly. God, she was cute.

When her show was over, she passed the two delicacies over to us. When Amanda sampled hers, her face lit up with a smile as she nodded that she liked it. She started complimenting Keiko then excused herself to swallow the portion she had in her mouth. Keiko grinned as she sliced up some ahi (tuna), flipping her knives in the air much to the amazement of my date. I showed Amanda the Wasabi, telling her to take a teeny tiny bit to try it. Much to her embarrassment and shock, she took too much. Her reaction amused Keiko and a few patrons. I handed her water to help with the pain. Happily, she survived.

Our next treat was Ebi (shrimp). Amanda liked that one. When she finished, she had a couple of grains of rice sticking to her chin. I smiled, reaching over to gently remove them only to have them attached to my finger. Amanda and Keiko, plus maybe a few other patrons watched as I seductively placed my finger between my lips, removing them. Amanda swallowed hard while Keiko coughed, turning to look away as she did. I managed to detect a blush out of the corner of my eye as Keiko looked away to pick out our next delight.

Our next course happened to be Kani (crab meat). Keiko stood watching us. Her eyes focused on Amanda, perhaps waiting for more rice to be left on her face for me to remove. Unfortunately, none did. I started a new tease though, licking my lips and moaning not quite as Meg Ryan did in "'When Harry met Sally', but Keiko and Amanda took note, which was my goal.

Our last tidbit was unagi (eel). I managed to drop a few bits of rice into my cleavage, noticing both ladies follow then down between my breasts. I leaned over to Amanda, whispering in her ear that those were for dessert later. My eyes were partially on our chef, who was swallowing just as Amanda had done a few minutes previously. Right then, I knew I had to return the following week.

We had limited ourselves to two shots of Sake each during our meal, not wanting to be impaired on the drive home or for our games later in bed. We sipped tea and thoroughly enjoyed Keiko's hospitality and her Sushi skills. I paid after we sat and talked awhile, letting our meal rest in our full tummies.

I left Keiko a generous tip telling her I'd see her next week. Her eyes seemed to light up a bit. I thought I detected a blush as she bowed thanking us for coming.

On the way out to the car, Amanda commented Keiko and how cute she was. I grinned, agreeing with her.

Our drive home was uneventful. We talked about the experience and what she thought about it. She said she enjoyed it and it would be nice once in a while. Not something she'd go out of her way to eat. She was grateful for the experience, kissing me on the cheek while we stopped at a light. Although we didn't sample anything very exotic, I was happy to show Amanda something new.

I was glad she had fun. We were both looking forward to the remainder of the night and a different kind of fun.

I think it was a little after nine when we arrived home. We both knew what was going to happen next, not the details or exactly what would happen, but we both seemed to be a little anxious.

Amanda headed straight to my bedroom after I opened the door for her. She asked me to wait until she called me to enter. I figured she was going to get herself ready for bed, brush her teeth then slip into something sexy for me. My mind was racing, picturing her in all sorts of lingerie waiting to impress me. I struggled to wait for her all-clear signal. When she did finally call out, I hurried to see what my surprise was.

Instead of a nightgown or lingerie, she was laid out nude across the bed on her tummy. A huge smile on her face turned towards me, her feet dangling little slippers as they crisscrossed each other. Back and forth, they went ever so slowly. I watched her, grinning as I stood taking in this delightful minx now ready and waiting in my bed.

“I'm ready for my lessons, Renee,” she giggled.

“You look very ready, sweetie. Let me get undressed and brush my teeth, and then I'll start schooling you."

She giggled, "Yes, Renee."

I got undressed and brushed my teeth as quickly as I could. When I returned, Amanda was sitting up against the pillows smiling at me. I practically jumped in bed, then sat next to her.

“I was going to let you decide what we did tonight. Anything you've heard about or might be wondering about?”

Her face lit up, "I get to pick? But, I don't know what we can do that we haven't done."

I grinned, “There are many things my little love. We could make love again with our mouths, fingers, let our lady parts kiss, I have toys.”

With that, she stopped me, "Our lady parts? Toys?"

“Yes, it's called scissoring or tribbing. We, you, or I get up so that we connect down there and start to rub. It can be awkward, but it can be very sexy and delicious. As far as toys go, look in the middle drawer of the night table."

She practically sprang from the bed, dropping down on the floor to open the drawer. When she had it fully opened, her face was a mix of excitement and bewilderment. Not that I have a lot of toys ( there were more on my side ) I do have a variety. She reached in as if they would jump out and grab her. She was very gentle as she removed one at a time, looking at it, trying to figure out what it's intention was.

She'd look flip a switch if it had one, giggle, then switch it off then lay it on the edge of the bed. The lined them all very neatly as I watched her trying to make a decision. I told her we didn't have to use those, but my words fell on deaf ears. She was mesmerized with them.

When she'd emptied the drawer, she turned, still on her knees. She figured out the obvious ones, vibrators, and the dildos. The strap-on and it's various sized attachments she grouped into one pile. The strapless strap on she handled gingerly, rotating it with a puzzled look on her face.

I sat grinning, waiting for her questions.

“Okay, Renee. You have a few toys. I won't ask which ones of any you and mom use. I don't want to know.”

That made me laugh, “Okay.”

Pointing to the obvious ones, "These I can figure out. The one with the belt and multiple dicks, penises, or whatever you call them, I think I know. It's this little jewel that I have no idea where it goes. I kinda do but, it's sort of weird shaped."

I smiled as I slipped over the bed to her, “Put these away. I'll explain what this is when you're ready.”

She fumbled with the vibes and such stuffing them back in the drawer. The strap-on she left for last along with one of the attachments, a bright purple penis about eight inches long with a one and a half-inch girth. She looked at it longer than the rest contemplating then shut the drawer. I scooted over to the edge of the bed picking up the strapless, holding it, my legs dangling over the side. Still, on her knees, she moved next to me then sat back on her heels, waiting for my explanation.

I told her exactly what it was while showing her how it worked. I didn't place in it me or her afraid she might freak out. Her eyes lit up, her jaw dropped. I could tell she was a bit curious and a bit scared of it.

I told her that the other strap-on was the same thing. It was just that the wearer didn't get the same feeling when using it. I again reassured her we wouldn't do anything she didn't want to. We could just sleep and play in the morning because it was starting to get late.

She looked up at me, contemplating what she wanted to do. Then she reached for the strapless. I let her have it. I remained speechless as she looked it over turning it around in her hands, then lowering it between her thighs. She had a quizzical look on her face as she held it as if she were going to wear it.

Then turning it around, she paused, picturing in her mind how it would fit inside. I couldn't help but smile as she kept reversing each end debating, which if either she would want. After a minute or two, she returned to her knees. Turning back to the nightstand, she opened the drawer and put it away.

Resting back on her heels, she turned to me, and at that moment, I think I fell in love with her.

In the softest voice, she explained her decision, "Renee, those are interesting. I'm sure there are a time and place and mood for them. I don't feel like I'm ready for anything like that with you. I love the feel of your body next to mine. I love the way you treat me and are so gentle and loving with me. I don't know what you and mom do, and I'm sure it's fun and exciting, but I'm not my mom. I want to hold you, kiss you, and please you. Just you, not something that reminds me of a man. I hope this all makes sense."

I melted, “Come here, baby.”

She joined me back on the bed. I swept her into my arms and rolled her onto her back. Kissing her deeply, I felt like I could never let her go. I started to tear up as I kissed her, then realized what was happening and broke our kiss to lay against her nuzzling her neck.

She whispered, “What's wrong, Renee did I say something wrong?”

I gathered myself together, whispering as I left butterfly kisses on her neck, "No, baby. You didn't. I loved what you said. You're not your mom in so many ways, and that's what I'm falling in love with."

She sat up with a wild look in her eyes, "Love! Wait a minute, Renee. I just wanted to see what girly time was all about. You can't fall in love with me."

“Hush.”

“No, seriously, I like this a lot but, love?”

I sighed, "I'm sorry. I guess I was just caught up in what you said and thought it was more than just being curious. I won't say the 'L' word again, I promise."

I rolled onto my back as she tried to console me.

“I'm sorry, I do really love, I mean like what we are doing and you also.”

We snuggled again without saying a word. Amanda's face pressed into my neck. I could feel her warm, soft breath as her free hand reached over me, cupping my breast. I let out a deep sigh as she lightly fingered my nipple with the tip of her finger. Closing my eyes, I let her play with me, enjoying the few moments of silent contemplation after our little tiff.

I hated to think I'd over thought what we were doing. Mentioning that word by myself and others has, in the past, quickly ended perfectly good relationships. However, It was how I felt at that moment. I guess I could have explained it in more detail if she'd been more upset. Deep down, I could see falling in love with her. She was right, this was a fact-finding mission, and although it was fun, I had to keep reminding myself she may walk away and never make love with another woman or me again. I seriously doubted that though, she was enjoying everything, especially my breasts.

We lay like that until I almost fell asleep. It was when Amanda whispered to me that I suddenly returned to the land of the living.

Licking my neck just under my earlobe, she whispered, "So, Renee. What do you and mom do with those toys?"

I laughed so hard when she said that.

My response was, "You're a brat, you know that?"

“You love it, and you know it."

She was lying up against me, so it was easy for me to reach over and start tickling her. Apparently, she is VERY ticklish. When I started, she returned the favor laughing and squirming next to me. We kept it up rolling and tickling until she got the upper hand, straddling me. She was on my thigh, her leg between mine as we grabbed at each other's hands to prevent further mayhem. I managed to get a hand free to swap her playfully on her ass cheek.

She wasn't too thrilled with that, intensifying her efforts to pin my hands back. I managed to smack that sweet tush a coupled more times before she got a hold of my wrists with both hands pinning them over my head.

I laid there, her breasts hovering over my face, her pussy against my thigh. Both of us panting due to our sudden exertions. Being a bit stronger than my dainty little doll, I managed to raise my head enough to swipe one of her breasts with my tongue. This made her smile. So, naturally, I did it again and again. It was like doing sit-ups with a prize each time I sat up. Her grip began to waver as I paused to nibble and suckle one sweet hard nipple at a time. I was getting a workout while she was getting aroused.

She released her hold on my wrists, purring with delight while slowly grinding herself on my leg. Now I had her, I reached back once again and swatted her ass. She grimaced as the sting of my hand warmed her behind. She didn't complain though so, I did it again.

We shifted positions slightly to make it easier for me to nurse. I alternately popped Amanda's ass as I swapped nipples in my mouth. Id' kiss, bite, and tease each one in turn, then surprise her with a smack on that sweet little ass.

Her rubbing became a bit more focused on my leg. I continued playing, which elicited a moan as she arched her back and closed her eyes. Her breasts felt so lovely in my mouth. I lingered there, wrapping my arms around her to hold her as she humped my thigh.

Letting one boob go with a loud 'POP', I asked her, "You like that, sweetie?"

In a dreamy voice, she replied, "I think so, Renee. Do it again, please."

Of course, I complied, smiling, as I did.

This time she let out a whimper as she pressed into my thigh, sliding herself back and forth. Her moans became louder as I randomly swatted her cheek with just enough intensity to get a positive reaction from her.

I quietly encouraged her, telling her how beautiful she looked along with how good she felt on me. She continued her gyrations back and forth in small "S" motions and, in short, intense grinds into my leg. I quit slapping her for a bit, placing my hands on her thighs, massaging them. After a few moments, she requested another slap. Once more, my hand stung her rear, once more, she whimpered.

I could feel her arousal on my thigh, warm, slick, and delicious. With one hand, I managed to slip my fingers between her wetness and my leg. I worked them up inside her as she moved over me. Her moaning became louder the deeper I went.

I was enjoying this almost as much as she was. My little brat was in lesbian heaven, riding me like there was no tomorrow. I slapped her sporadically, and within a few minutes, her body responded with a shudder as she reached her first tribbing orgasm.

I plopped back on the bed to watch her spasm over me. The look on her face was one of pure bliss. When she regained control of herself, she lay next to me panting. My room had the fragrant aroma of lady sex once more.

Slowly coming down from her blissful high, she nuzzled next to me, whispering a sincere, "I think I love you, Renee."

I refrained from laughing at her and instead held her tightly against me kissing her forehead.

My reply was just as sincere when I whispered, “I'm glad you do, sweetness.”

We fell asleep, two content lovers who were unsure of our future. I figured tomorrow would probably be our last day together. I was going to try and make it as memorable as I could.