Alyssa was intrigued as she continued reading: "The two young lovers discover all the joys of love between girls, and some special experiences lead them to even greater discoveries of how special sexual freedom can be!" Her panties were dripping and she felt a tear of sweet vaginal juice begin running down the inside of her right thigh.
Suddenly Alyssa jumps and drops the book as a hand grips her steaming pussy and her left breast at once.
"You look good enough to eat sugar-puss! Should I take you home with me now or do you want to have dinner first?" It was a female voice, somewhat familiar sounding, but Alyssa couldn't place it.
Alyssa was so hot, but afraid too. She wanted to feel more of the feeling she had while reading the book cover, but she had always been taught that lesbian sex was evil and disgusting. She couldn't speak.
The hands released her, picked up the book, and slipped it back into Alyssa's hand. Alyssa's eyes were glazed and she still hadn't seen who this stranger was.
"Go home Alyssa, fix dinner for your family and put them to bed. I'll be by at midnight to pick you up in front of your house. Be there or everyone you know will find out where you've been today. And wear something sexy when I come for you!"
The molester left and Alyssa woke from her trance. She paid for the book, collected her other items and hid them all in the tire well of the trunk of her car.
She went home and had everyone in bed by 10:30. After 20 minutes of pretty good sex with her husband he was asleep too. They usually had great sex, but she couldn't get into it tonight.
Alyssa felt trapped. She didn't know who was coming for her or what they wanted, but she was more afraid of her indescretions being revealed.
After torturing herself for another half-hour, she quietly got out of bed, showered, made herself up, and slipped into her little black dress and high heels. She didn't bother with underwear. 'Probably wouldn't need any,' she thought.
At precisely 11:59, Alyssa stepped from her house onto the front porch. A car parked up the street turned on its lights and with an almost ghostly slience glided to a stop in front of her walkway. Alyssa approached and the door seemed to open by itself. She got in and that familiar voice told her "Don't slam it -- you wouldn't want to wake up your family."
Alyssa gently closed the door and looked at her driver. She recognized a face she would never have suspected... |