Message-ID: <13278eli$9807221219@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: karensoh@aol.com (KARENS OH) Subject: REPOST: PICKET FENCES Pt 2A (FF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072204002200.AAA12284@ladder03.news.aol.com> --------------------------------------------------------- Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature, containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over 18, or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another story. ----------------------------------------------------------- This is the second part of a story is based on the TV show Picket Fences. I got the idea from an episode where Kimberly, the 18-year old daughter of the main family in the show, has a brief flirtation with her best friend. I was always disappointed that nothing more came of this, though of course I knew it couldn't on network TV. So I decided to write my own follow-up story. Here it is. ************************************************************* If you like the story, please let me know via e-mail. And if you have any similar stories to share, please send them to me. ************************************************************ Karen ------------------------------------------------------------ PART 2 As she hurried home, Kimberly could hardly think straight. Her mind was going a mile a minute, filled with thoughts about Rachel, about sex, about her own feelings and desires. The events of the past couple hours could be a turning point in her young life. So much to sort out. Where did she go from here? One thing was certain: she could no longer deny her interest in women. Even now, she felt her excitement build as she thought back on what she had just done. In her mind, she could still see Rachel on the couch, flushed with passion, her body open for Kim's pleasure. Kim could still feel the supple warmth of Rachel's skin against her own. Lifting her hand to her face, she caught the trace of Rachel's scent. The taste of her lingered in her mouth. "Come on, Kimber," she told herself as she neared home, "get it together. They're going to know if you don't play it right." Kimberly tried to act nonchalant as she entered the house and called into the kitchen, "Hi! Sorry I'm late!" Her mother seemed mildly concerned. "Where have you been? You almost missed dinner." "I know. I'm sorry. I was over at Rachel Harris's shop and we just lost track of the time. And I'm going to skip dinner, if you don't mind. I have a lot of homework to get done." "Are you sure? You should eat something." "Maybe later. I think I'll just go up to my room." "All right. How is Rachel, anyway? I haven't seen her in weeks." "Oh, she'd just ... great! It was really nice spending time with her." Kimberly's heart was racing. She knew she was blushing. She turned away and quickly went up the stairs before her mother could notice. "Ohhh, that was close!" she said to herself. "Mom's so inquisitive, she surely would have sensed something if we kept talking." Looking in the mirror, she realized how precarious her position had been upon returning from Rachel's place. She had thrown her clothes on when she realized how late it was, and her hair, usually so perfectly groomed, was all mussed from Rachel's frantic grip on her head. Anyone looking at her would think that she had just had a roll in the hay, which of course, she had. Luckily, she got upstairs before anyone in the family got close enough to notice. Collapsing on the bed, Kimberly tried to work out all the things going through her mind. Being with Rachel was so wonderful. She was so sexy, so mature, she clearly had had a lot of experience sexually, probably with both men and women. The idea that she, Kimberly Brock, could get such a woman so aroused, could make her come so intensely! It almost seemed unreal now. Looking back, Kimberly was disappointed that Rachel had not gone down on her as she had for her. Of course, Rachel was probably afraid to be too pushy under the circumstances, seeing Kimberly as the novice. Really, Kimberly had never had anyone do that to her, except for a few feeble, aborted attempts by her ex-boyfriend. Yes, for sure, next time would have to be different! As she thought about it, the urges started again. Slipping her hand down the front of her jeans, Kimberly started a gentle rhythm between her legs. She was surprised at how wet she had become already. Her middle finger slipped inside her lips and was immediately coated with vaginal fluid. She pulled her hand back out, and, with eyes closed, placed the finger in her mouth, pretending that the taste was from Rachel ... or perhaps some other girl. "God, I'm still so horny," she thought, "if I don't do something, I'll be distracted all night." Locking the door to assure her privacy, Kim slipped off her jeans and began to pleasure herself in earnest. As her fingers teased her delicate tissues, she pictured in her mind what she and Rachel had done together. More excited now, she looked between her own legs, drawing an image of Rachel's face pushing into her muff. As her passion built, she pictured other women - movie stars, singers, even her friends - in that spot, eager to satisfy her with their talented tongues. Spurred by these images, it took little time for Kimberly to reach orgasm. With her brothers just in the next room, she turned face down in her pillow to muffle her cries as her insides quivered in delight. For some time after the initial wave, her hips continued to twitch into the mattress, little aftershocks of pleasure racing up her spine. "Well, that's better," she muttered as reality returned. Relieved of some of her built-up sexual tension, Kim applied herself to the homework she still had to do. But despite her best efforts, her mind continued to wander back to her new obsession. Kimberly wondered what Rachel was doing at that moment. "Is she thinking about me? Is she masturbating, too, fantasizing about us together? Or is she feeling guilty, regretful?" That last thought was disturbing. There was a good possibility that Rachel did regret what they had done. Not that she should; after all, Kimberly seduced her, not vice versa. But Rachel was older, probably forty or so, despite her looks, and was supposed to be the responsible one. And her mother's good friend besides. Maybe she wouldn't see Kimberly again. That was troubling. ........ Kimberly didn't talk to Rachel for several days. Both of them needed time to think about their encounter, to contemplate what it meant and where it would lead. But Kimberly was never one to just let things lie. On Tuesday, almost a week later, she was back at Rachel's shop again. "Kimberly .... hi." Rachel seemed surprised to see her, and a little uncomfortable. Neither of them said anything for a moment. "Hi," Kimberly said finally. "How have you been?" "Oh, you know, uh ....good." Rachel was obviously flustered. "Rachel," Kim started, "you know that what we ... did ... it was wonderful. And I ... I know it makes things a little uncomfortable right now ... but ... I ... hope it doesn't change anything between us." Rachel looked at her oddly. "Kim," she said, "how can it not change things between us? You just don't do what we did with anybody." "Well, I know, but, ... I ... I hope we're still friends and everything. I wouldn't want to lose that." "Honey, I don't either. It's just that, ... well, ... I don't want to hurt you. But we can't have a relationship like ... that, ... you understand?" "I see." Kim thought for a moment. "I understand that. I think I assumed that, really. It would be a real mess if anyone found out. And besides, I'm not ready for a serious relationship right now - not with a man nor with a woman. But I have to say, I'd like to do it again. Wouldn't you?" Rachel didn't know what to say. Of course she wanted it again. It had been incredible, exhilarating. And seeing Kimberly in front of her, asking, almost pleading for her, was both flattering and exciting. Why did things have to be so complicated? She couldn't say no. "I have to admit, Kim, I do want to be with you some more. You've been on my mind a lot over the past week." A little smile came to Kim's lips as Rachel admitted this. Brief images entered her mind, of Rachel, her hands between her legs, calling out Kim's name as she played with herself. She felt a little twinge between her own legs at the thought. Eventually, they both agreed. Neither had any need nor desire for a "serious" sexual relationship, but there was no reason not to meet and talk occasionally as they always had. They only difference was that now they could also share their bodies and provide some mutual joy. Rachel once again seemed completely comfortable, and Kimberly left the shop feeling very satisfied with the outcome. ......... It was Friday afternoon, and Kimberly was on her way to the sheriff's office to see her dad, Sheriff Jimmy Brock. He needed some papers that he had left at home, and she offered to bring them over. It was an unusually warm spring day, so it was nice to be out and about. Besides, she needed something to keep her busy. Unfortunately, settling her relationship with Rachel had done nothing for Kimberly's immediate needs. Their tryst had opened a whole new world, and Kimberly couldn't wait to continue her exploration. But she couldn't go back to Rachel right now, just two days after their talk. So she found herself in very horny again, desiring the touch of another woman. Some of the girls at school were driving her crazy. They had no idea, of course, but the short skirts and tight jeans they wore to attract the boys were having the desired effect, but on her! She could have settled for a boy, actually, but as luck would have it, no one seemed very interested at the moment. "Just as well," she told herself, "it would probably be a let-down anyway." In truth, Kimberly had already ruled out the girls at school. How could she approach someone? And even if one of them were interested, it was sure to get out somehow, and she couldn't live with the embarrassment and shame, especially when her family found out. She even thought briefly about driving to Milwaukee that night, to look for a prostitute, but she quickly realized that was a crazy idea. It just made her realize how desperate she had become. She had to find someone! But where? As she entered the office, she saw Kenny, the local hunk and along with Maxine, her father's most trusted deputy. "Hey, Kenny," she said, "have you seen my dad?" "I think he's back in the records room," he replied. She walked down the hall until she found the right room. The door was open, and as she turned the corner to enter, the first thing she saw was someone's uniformed rear end. She stopped suddenly, then realized it was Maxine, bent far over a desk, reading something. Kimberly couldn't resist a sarcastic remark. "You must be really proud of that thing to show it off like that." That gave Max a start. "Huh???? Oh, what do you mean?" Kim smiled. "I mean you had your butt on display there for everyone walking by." Max gave a little laugh. "Oh! Sorry. I just started reading this and forgot what I was doing." "Just kidding, Max," Kimberly assured her. Actually, if anyone were going to show off, it may as well be Max. Kimberly had always envied her bottom, comparing it with her own. She couldn't count the times she had noticed some guy's gaze following Max down the street after she passed, and it definitely wasn't focused on the back of her head! Max had an almost perfect tush - nicely rounded and just the right size, what most people would call "tight". Usually, it was hidden by her bulky, unflattering uniform, but at the pool, or at the department picnic, when she wore those now famous little shorts, lots of people noticed. "So how are you, Max?", she said. "Oh, good, real good." Max's face belied her answer. The weak little smile on her face made it obvious that she was in one of her low moods. "It doesn't sound like you're 'real good'", Kimberly offered. "What's the matter?" "Nothing, really, I'm fine." Kimberly just looked at her, waiting for the real answer. She knew Max. and Max knew she knew her. "Oh, all right," Max finally admitted. "I'm feeling kind of down, I guess." "Why?" "The usual ... men! I just get so frustrated that I can't find SOMEBODY that I can stick with. And the thing with Kenny was the worst, because now it's awkward to work together, too. And here it is the weekend and it looks like I'll be home alone for the whole time." Max and Kenny had had a "thing" for a while. It had a long time coming, but it was very short-lived. And Max never handled these things very well. "Hey," Kimberly said. "why don't I come over tonight? We can get a good movie, make some popcorn, you know, have a girls' night out - or in, I guess." Max considered the offer for a few seconds, then brightened up and said, "Okay! Yeah, let's do that. Is 7:30 good?" "7:30 is perfect! I'll get the movie. See you then." Kimberly left the room with a rush of excitement. This situation had promise. She had no idea about Maxine's sexual preferences, although everything she knew told her she was completely heterosexual. On the other hand, she knew Max. Max was always a bundle of mixed up emotions, and Kimberly was pretty confident she could use that to her advantage. The fact that Max was just coming off a sour ending to her relationship with Kenny was even more encouraging. She was vulnerable right now, and while Kim would normally be appalled at taking advantage of such a situation, at this point, her urges were getting the best of her. Besides, Max might really like it. "Hey, Kim!" Her thoughts were interrupted by her father's voice. She felt herself blushing at her thoughts in from of him. "Hi, Daddy. Here's the papers you wanted." "Thanks, sweetheart. Say, is anything wrong? You look a little flushed." Kimberly tried to be cool. "Oh? Why, no, I don't think so, ... but I have run, really ... bye now!" She quickly left the station, already plotting her strategy for what she hoped would be tonight's seduction. ......... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----