After our exciting experience with Aaron, Anna and I wandered around in a contented state of bliss for days. Our sexual experiment with him had turned out extraordinarily well. As we replayed the memory of that experience in our minds and talked about it the three of us bonded together almost like a family. Anna and I both felt reborn in some mysterious way, as if we had passed through a rite of passage of some kind, and I suppose we did.

Aaron, Anna and I had a few more sexual encounters after this first time, and I will relate them in later chapters. For now though I would like to skip ahead a couple of years to an encounter that did not include either Anna or Aaron directly but was one which was of great significance to me. It began just after my fourteenth birthday.

I had made a new friend at school named Terry who was just an average young teenage girl. We sat beside each other in two different classes and had become friends. Terry was of average build with dark straight hair and brown eyes. She was pretty but did not stand out much from the crowd. I liked her for her sense of humor and her ability to conjugate French verbs among other things. I was not interested in her sexually at all, but I can’t say the same about her mother.

I first met Terry’s mom was one evening after school when I came over to their house for some help with my French homework. Terry and her mother were French Canadian and spoke the language fluently so I was glad to have such skilled tutors close to hand. I arrived at the front door and Terry’s mom opened it to greet me.

Ms. Sevigney was beautiful! I stood on the porch for an extra second looking at her, taken aback by the sudden attraction I felt for her. What surprised me even more was the way her eyes were travelling down my body. I knew almost instantly that she was either lesbian or bisexual and when our eyes met I could read her intent immediately. She knew that I knew about her and she also knew that I knew about me. And wanted me. I’ve long since learned about ‘gaydar’, that one gay man or woman can spot another instantly across a crowded room, but this was my first real experience of it and it knocked my socks off!

“You must be Terry’s friend Star,” Ms. Sevigney said as we broke eye contact, “Please come in!” Her voice was very light and throaty with just the hint of a Quebecois accent. It turned me on big time, as did the rest of her.

Although I learned later that Ms. Sevigney was 40, she looked much younger and strikingly like Terry. She had the same short brunette hair and brown eyes along with a pair of full red lips, a small straight nose and a wide-open smile. There were distinct laugh lines around her eyes that I found utterly adorable. It was now obvious where Terry had picked up her sense of humor.

Ms. Sevigney was 5 feet 4 inches tall and very trim. She wore a pair of tight navy blue slacks that nicely hugged her backside and a loose fitting white blouse that hinted at two large breasts. She also had amazing looking hands with long tapered fingers, as if she were a pianist or a graphic artist of some kind. I later learned she was both. And very good with her hands in other ways too.

I followed Ms. Sevigney down the hallway to Terry’s room, watching her tight, sexy ass the whole way. I was surprised by how turned on by her I was and hardly knew what to do with my feelings. It was almost a relief to reach Terry’s room and return to Planet Earth after ogling Terry’s mom walking down that long hallway. I finally stood in Terry’s bedroom doorway as her mother moved up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. As Terry rose from her chair to greet me, Ms. Sevigney gave my shoulder an intimate little squeeze. I somehow knew exactly what that signal meant and the thought of it left me feeling quite giddy.

“This is where Terry is hiding, Star. You two are doing homework together?” she asked me as if everything were normal.

“Oh yes Ms. Sevigney. I am so grateful for Terry’s help with French and in return I’m helping her with math,”

At this she smiled and patted my shoulders. “French is one thing we’re good at!” she laughed “If I can help you too, let me know!” With that she turned and left.

“Gosh Terry, I think your mom is cool!” I said to her as we settled down around her desk.

“Yeah, she’s okay. I just wish she were home more. She works some very long hours and even weekends,” Terry sighed.

Ms. Sevigney was a Nurse Practitioner and midwife with a master’s degree who worked out of a big area hospital. Her skills were apparently in high demand and she seemed well paid by the look of her home. She was also divorced for over 10 years and Terry, short for Theresa, was her only child. I put my strange encounter with Terry’s mom out of my mind for awhile and busied myself, with Terry’s help, in learning the French language.

A couple of weeks went by until I saw Ms. Sevigney again. I had told Anna about her in the meantime and about us ‘knowing’ each other’s sexual preference, even though that preference was completely unspoken.

Anna was quite excited by the idea of me being seduced by an ‘older woman’ which caught me by surprise. I expected her to be jealous or hurt and to forbid me to go that far with her but she thought the whole thing was terribly sexy and even romantic. I was due for another French tutorial that evening at the Sevigney home and Anna’s only concern was that I give her all the details!

“You mean that if I have sex with Terry’s mom that’s okay with you?” I queried.

“Sure!” laughed Anna “Just don’t forget to take notes!”

I was flabbergasted! Anna had just given me permission to have sex with another woman and one who was old enough to be my mother at that! I wasn’t quite sure how I felt at that moment. I had secretly hoped that Anna might be jealous and remind me of our agreement not to have relationships with other girls. I guess I wanted to hear that she loved me.

“Oh Star! What are the chances that Ms. Sevigney is going to steal you away from me?” Anna asked me. “Zero, nada, nothing!” she answered herself “So go out and have fun. Of course she wants you. You really don’t know how pretty you are, do you?” she asked me, “I think Terry’s mom finds you as sexy and gorgeous as I do. You are one good lookin’ babe Star. Get over it!” she laughed. I felt a little better.

I also blushed at Anna’s compliment and then suddenly realized that I had been putting my physical self down for a long time, and that Anna was completely sincere about my looks. I had always compared myself to Anna, who was always taller, bigger busted and blonder than me, without taking stock of my own attributes. This was silly!

I realized now that I no longer possessed the body of a child. I was a woman – a young one to be sure- but a woman nonetheless. I had been staring at myself in the mirror for the last year without actually seeing myself as I was. I looked down at myself now and owned my breasts fully for the first time. They were actually quite nice looking, a modest ‘B’ cup, but for 14 not too shabby. Then the rest of me. I recalled my face from the mirror that morning and finally understood that I was turning into a very nice looking young woman.

It all came to me in a flash. I accepted Carol’s sexual interest in me as a genuine compliment and then understood the sincerity of Anna’s flattery. In that moment I had somehow become a distinct person with my own beauty and identity separate from Anna’s or anyone else’s. Some part of me had just grown up. I was my own beautiful person and it felt wonderful! I felt tears coming to my eyes. I hadn’t so much as touched her hand and already Carol was having a major impact on my life.

I hugged Anna as I alternately cried and laughed, all the while trying to explain to her how I felt. Anna just looked at me and smiled.

“Think how lucky Carol Sevigney is to have someone like you to play with!” Anna teased me.

“AND how lucky you are to have a friend whose going to tell you all about it!” I countered.

Still, I was not one hundred percent sure that I had read Ms. Sevigney’s signals correctly. It could all be a dreadful mistake. But no, I kept remembering that look and her hand squeezing and almost caressing my shoulder, then Anna kept telling me it was okay and how jealous she was. That was so nice to hear but I was still uncertain.

That evening I went to Carol’s house feeling a whole mess of emotions. I was excited, afraid, in love, in lust, happy then depressed all at the same time. Being 14 is NOT an easy job! I had spent hours deciding what to wear and still thought the light blue cotton blouse and denim skirt I finally chose were not grown-up enough. I even struggled into pantyhose for the occasion. A touch of lipstick was added along with a little mascara and I was ready for my ‘coming out’. I was a quivering wreck by the time I stood ringing the bell at her front door.

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