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  “Stay still, little one.”

  Becca gave a gasp of frustration but nodded her head all the same. Once she’d settled, Elaine leaned back down and continued kissing and probing Becca’s mouth with her own, tasting the sweet mint on the young woman’s tongue. She took her time, thoroughly demonstrating to Becca what the goodnight kiss looked like.

  She sat back and looked down at the wanton, red, perspiring young lady in her own bed. “What did you think of the goodnight kiss, Becca?”

  “The Mistress-Mommy was very thorough,” Becca croaked. She sat up some and reached out for her bottled water. She drank deeply and looked at Elaine all the while. “Can I hear more of the story?”

  “Tomorrow night, baby girl. It’s time to rest.”

  “I don’t think I can rest after that.”

  “What do you need to be able to rest?” Elaine asked her.

  Becca blushed deeply. “Something I only do alone.”

  “Do you want to show me, Becca?” Elaine inquired. “I won’t judge you. You can trust me.”

  Becca drew the comforter back and pulled the hem of her baby doll up. “If I show you… can I ask you a favor?”

  “Of course,” Elaine answered, unblinking. Becca had her wrapped around her little finger.

  “Can you talk to me while I’m doing it? Can I call you mommy? Just for tonight?” Becca begged.

  “Just for tonight,” Elaine replied, her stomach twisting. It was her ultimate goal but it was too soon to claim Becca for her own just yet. But just for tonight… that was okay.

  “Thank you,” Becca answered, clearly relieved. “I might have slipped up and called you it by mistake and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable at all, Miss Elaine.”

  “I’m not uncomfortable. You can show Mommy, now, baby girl. Show me how you can get some sleep.”

  Becca shivered and pulled the nightie up even further. Elaine watched her spread her knees open like butterfly wings and slowly slid her hands down her tummy and back up to her breasts. Elaine watched her squeeze each one, the frilly blue material barely concealing her nipples as she manipulated the fabric. She pulled the cups down and then moved her hands downward again.

  “That’s very sexy, Becca. Keep going,” Elaine said, her face straight as she gave her approval when Becca looked over at her, clearly seeking it. The young woman closed her eyes, biting her lip as she rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her panties and slowly lifted her hips. Elaine felt her heartbeat quicken but remembered that the moment wasn’t about her. Becca was letting her into her nighttime ritual, especially after Elaine had teased her wickedly with that goodnight kiss.

  “Mommy,” Becca softly purred.

  Elaine understood that Becca wasn’t necessarily speaking to her but to the Mommy she craved, the one in her little-girl-dreams. Elaine wanted to be that person, but for now, she was just a surrogate. “Mommy’s right here, baby girl. You can do it. Make yourself tired for your Mommy.”

  Her fingers slipped beneath the band of her panties and circled slowly, her throaty moan rising as she did so. She looked into Elaine’s eyes, pinning Elaine where she sat on the bedside, and moaned again, her body quaking as she pushed her panties down suddenly, showing Elaine exactly what she was doing. Becca smelled heavenly, her thighs remaining wide open even though her knees rocked slightly. “Do you think my pussy is pretty enough for you, Mommy?”

  “Your pussy is very pretty, baby girl. You’re so beautiful. Does that feel good?” Elaine asked and answered.

  “It feels so good. I wish it was you touching me. Your fingers. Your tongue. I want you so badly. This is the only way to make it stop hurting, Mommy. I want you so bad it hurts,” Becca said. It struck Elaine she might be, in this case, speaking to her directly.

  “Then push your fingers in, baby girl,” Elaine found herself ordering. “Push them deep, over and over.” She leaned forward, for the first time reaching out to touch Becca’s knee, pinning it to the bed. Becca followed directions, her palm grinding against her flaming pink clit.

  She gasped, her hips grinding up. Becca fucked herself slow and deep, her teeth dug into her lip as her breasts rose and fell with every frustrated little moan. “Can you spit on it?”

  “Baby girl needs help?” Elaine asked.

  “Yes, Mommy. Please.”

  Elaine leaned forward, blowing cool air across Becca’s pussy. She resisted the urge to taste. Instead, she gathered her saliva in her mouth and let it spill from her lips in controlled steam, drizzling it over Becca’s mound. “Is that better,” Elaine asked huskily as she sat up.

  Lips pressed together, Becca nodded and gave an ‘uh-huh’ as she kept going, working herself slow. From then on, she didn’t require many directions but each time Elaine gave an order a sharp little gasp escaped her lips.

  “I’m close, Mommy,” Becca confessed.

  “Then cum, Becca. Cum for your mommy,” Elaine urged her.

  Then all of it snowballed into a crescendo that had Becca squealing out loud, viscous cream coating her fingers as she penetrated herself.

  Elaine leaned forward, kissing the top of Becca’s head. “Good girl. Thank you for sharing that with me, precious girl.”

  “I need to get a wipe,” Becca said after a moment of glowing. She reached for her drawer and pulled one out.

  “One last thing, Becca,” Elaine started.

  “Yes, Miss Elaine?” she stilled looking up.

  “Let Mommy taste you,” Elaine said darkly. Becca lifted her fingers, offering them to the older woman. Elaine gripped her wrist gently and then wrapped her lips around the young woman’s fingers. She tasted her sweetness and dragged her teeth lightly across Becca’s fingertips. She smiled down at Becca and let her hand go. “Want me to clean the rest?”

  Becca’s eyes widened and Elaine grinned. The young woman clearly thought she was going to use her mouth. Disappointing her neighbor, Elaine shook her head. “Not that way, sweetie.”

  Instead, Elaine took the wipe from Becca and then brushed the cool wet disposable cloth across her pussy, making sure all the sugars were removed. She tossed it in the trash and lifted the comforter back over Becca’s frame. Becca seemed quiet. “Will you be able to sleep now?”

  “I think so, Miss Elaine. Thank you for your attention,” Becca said, a yawn following her words. She reached out and squeezed Elaine’s hand. “It meant the world to me.”

  “To me, too, baby. Promise you’ll let me know if there’s ever anything I can do to help you,” Elaine told her.

  “I promise.”

  “Good girl. Goodnight, precious.”

  “Goodnight, Mommy… Sorry. I mean, Goodnight, Miss Elaine,” Becca said, clearly embarrassed.

  Elaine shook her head, dismissing the slip-up, “That’s okay. Maybe one day we won’t have to pretend for the night.”

  As she stood up to leave, she could have sworn she heard Becca mutter under her breath. She didn’t catch the words, but she thought better of asking. The girl needed her rest and so did Elaine. She needed to think about everything that had happened, and she wanted to get to know Becca better. It was the only way she knew how to make sure she was the best person for Becca.

  Not Easy Being Good

  Chapter 1: Becca

  H er apartment was too quiet. Her alarm hadn’t gone off, and when Becca saw the time she almost panicked. Uncle Leroy would give her hell for two weeks if she were late. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom where she’d left her phone on the counter. There were no missed calls but there was a text message from her Aunt Cindy a few hours before.

  Cindy: Headed to the aquarium today with the kids. Want to come?

  It was then that Becca remembered Wednesdays the shop closed. “Thank god,” Becca sighed out. She thought about it for a minute and replied, asking if she could bring a friend. Her mind was on Elaine. If Elaine were even available on a Wednesday.

  Cindy: A friend or a date?

  Becca wasn’t sure how to answer
that. She put her phone down and walked into her kitchen. She made a bowl of serial and tried typing several times to her aunt only to delete the words. Five minutes later, her aunt sent another message.

  Cindy: I’m just playing with you, kiddo. Bring whoever you want. I can’t wait to meet her.

  Becca smiled and fired off a message to Elaine next. She tried not to sound too needy but when it came to Elaine, Becca discovered she was hard at hiding her emotional vulnerability.

  Becca: Any chance you’re interested in taking a trip to the zoo today? I’m going with my aunt and my cousins.

  Becca finished her cereal and brought her phone with her into the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix her hair. She waited for a message back. As each minute passed, she became more and more self-conscious of the invitation she’d sent.

  Even if Elaine says no , Becca told herself, I still get to go. It’ll be fun.

  Elaine probably had to work. The woman was a bona fide professional, with her smooth hair and pristine skin. Her wardrobe said, Corporate Queen . Becca knew people like that were workaholics. So she was surprised when Elaine messaged her back as she got dressed. Becca put her favorite outfit on – a pair of fishnet tights and bluejeans. Then she took out the discreet stud from her belly button piercing and changed it out to something more glam. She usually didn’t wear dangly jewelry from her belly button but she wanted to feel like a princess that day. Glitter helped.

  Elaine: I’d love to come. Meet you there? I’m at work but I can move my schedule around.

  Becca felt herself smile as she wrote back with logistics details from her Aunt. She put her boots on and headed downstairs to wait. Cindy would pick her up soon and it would take at least an hour to make it to the aquarium.

  As she sat on the steps outside of her apartment, Elaine messaged.

  Elaine : Did you sleep well?

  Becca: Like a baby.

  Elaine: You are a baby. ��

  Becca blushed and covered her face. She bit her lip and wrote back.

  Becca: I don’t know. I feel pretty grown-up today.

  Elaine called her and Becca froze at first but answered the call.

  “Hi, Miss Elaine,” her silky but breathless voice answered.

  “Hello, Becca. Why do you feel like a grown-up today?” Elaine asked.

  “Because… I’m dressed that way,” Becca replied.

  “Really? I’d expect you to wear a skirt. Something cute and frilly for a day out like this,” Elaine replied.

  “Mm, nope. Fishnet stockings. Cut off shorts. Crop top… belly piercing,” Becca sighed out. “And a chain necklace I found at a thrift store,” Becca confessed.

  “Sounds like someone wanted to dress like a rebel, not a grown-up, to me,” Elaine argued.

  “But I look grown-up,” Becca countered.

  “Too grownup to be put over a knee?” Elaine questioned, summoning all kinds of images to Becca’s head. She knew how to make Becca sweat, it seemed. The thought of being bent over Elaine’s lap made her heart skip a beat.

  “No. Not too grown up for that,” Becca conceded.

  “But you’re a good girl. Surely you wouldn’t even warrant a spanking,” Elaine mused. Her voice held a hint of laughter. Becca found herself nodding in agreement though Elaine would never be able to tell from the phone.

  “I don’t think so,” Becca said.

  “I guess we’ll have to see, then,” Elaine answered. “Want to make a game of it?”

  “What do you mean, Miss Elaine?”

  “Well. We’ll be at the aquarium soon. Think about all those dark corners. The beautiful blue light bouncing around. So many opportunities to wander off and get into mischief. Will you be able to behave all day long?” Elaine asked.

  “Of course I can,” Becca replied.

  “Alright, Becca. If you behave all day long, I’ll buy you a stuffed animal. But if you can’t, well. I’ll bend you over my knee when we get home. Do you agree?” Elaine asked.

  She saw the black glint of a silver minivan driving toward the apartment entrance. Becca’s eyes glittered, thinking about the game Elaine proposed. “I agree, Miss Elaine. For the record, I think the octopus is cute when you’re considering what stuffed animal to buy me.”

  “Mm, you’ll have to control some of that sass once we get to the aquarium, Becca. You don’t want it counting against you for our game. But I like your competitive spirit,” Elaine said, putting Becca on her toes.

  The young woman stood up from the steps and headed to her aunt’s vehicle. “I like yours too, Miss Elaine. Gotta go. My aunt’s here to pick me up. See you soon.”

  Chapter 2: Elaine

  H er girl was cheeky.

  The thought caught her by surprise. Thinking of Becca as her girl, was pleasantly unexpected. Yes, she wanted her but Elaine liked to take her time getting to know people. It was in her nature to be patient. But her patience was cracking at the edges when it came to Becca.

  The young woman had haunted her dreams. The memory of her sprawled in bed, her fingers filling her pussy with Elaine’s supervision and encouragement as Becca tuckered herself out the night before had come to her in flashes that morning again. The taste of the young woman on her lips after she’d sucked those juices from Becca’s hand afterward was unforgettable.

  Truthfully, she craved more. As Elaine cleared her day of any potential distractions from her time with Becca, she knew more and more she wouldn’t be truly satisfied until Becca was sleeping in bed next to her every night. Until she had the young woman on her knees with a soft leather leash in her cuffed hands.

  Until then, she would have to endure the butterflies in her stomach.

  ∞∞∞

  She didn’t expect to beat Becca and her family to the aquarium but when she texted Becca to let her know she was at the gate, Becca replied back they were stuck in traffic and that she’d meet her inside once they bought tickets. Elaine replied back saying that she’d be waiting for them with tickets in the lobby.

  Truthfully, Elaine didn’t have to spend much. She had a season pass for herself that gave her a discount on additional tickets and she wanted to make a good first impression on Becca’s aunt. The family that meant so much to her was not to be underestimated. They’d raised Becca when she had no one else. Elaine knew the key to winning over Becca’s heart was in winning theirs as well.

  Twenty minutes later, as she finished reading a brochure she heard her phone go off. She picked it up to check and was blindsided by a pair of arms wrapping around her from the side. “Miss Elaine!”

  Elaine felt a rush of warm flow through her as she got her bearings back, her fingers folding the brochure. She set it aside and looked up at Becca, beautiful as could be. She had been truthful about her outfit – the punk-popstar outfit looked good on her, but it didn’t make her seem grown up at all as she said. The belly piercing glittered below her bust, but Elaine kept her eyes on Becca’s. “Someone’s excited.”

  “Very excited. I love the aquarium and I love hanging out with you and my family. This is my Aunt Cindy and my cousins Gary and Denise.” Becca pulled back, allowing Elaine to see the tall woman in Cindy’s company. Cindy was younger than Elaine, she noted and held the hands of Becca’s cousins.

  “Nice to meet you, Cindy. Becca’s told me a lot about you and your husband,” Elaine replied.

  “It’s nice to meet you too. I saw the flowers you sent to Bex the other day but she’s been pretty tight-lipped about you. They were gorgeous by the way. And thank you for grabbing the tickets. How much do we owe you?” Cindy asked.

  “Nothing. My treat. I have a discount,” Elaine said, her eyes passing over the forms of Becca’s cousins. “Are you all hungry? There’s a fundraiser for the aquarium upstairs – they’re selling tacos.”

  “Can we mom?” Gary asked. “I’m hungry.”

  “You’re always hungry,” Becca grinned.

  “He’s a growing boy,” Cindy said, clutching her child’s hand. “That sou
nds great. I could go for a taco myself.”

  Elaine watched Denise tug on her mother’s hand. Patient, Cindy leaned forward and allowed for the young girl to whisper in her ear. She listened and then looked back to Elaine and Becca. “Can you guys watch Gary? We need to go to the bathroom.”

  “Of course, Aunt C,” Becca promised. She looked over at Elaine and sat down on the bench. “Sorry if I startled you earlier.”

  “Believe me, I don’t mind. If I could get one of those hugs every day, I’d be happy,” Elaine said easily. She looked Becca over, smiling at the easy way Becca had about her. Becca’s cousin drifted, leaning against the wall while he waited for his mother and sister.

  “Well… then I’ll be sure to give you one. I’m surprised you beat us here,” Becca said.

  “My offices aren’t far. Just a few miles away. We’ve used the aquarium for events before,” Elaine explained, tilting her head toward Becca to softly knock her shoulder against the young woman’s.

  “Really? What does your company do?” Becca asked.

  “I like to think we help,” Elaine said. “We talk to companies who are struggling and try to help them recover. If they can’t, we help them shut down.”

  “Like hospice for businesses?” Becca asked Elaine.

  “Sort of, yes. Though we hope to save more than that implies,” Elaine nodded. “It’s good to see you.”

  Becca blushed. “It’s good to see you too. I wasn’t sure you would come.”

  “It’s been hard not to think about last night, Becca. All I want is to spend more time with you. How could I resist?” Elaine said. Reaching out, she cupped the back of Becca’s hand. Becca curled her fingers around Elaine’s. Her touch was soft and warm.

  “I’m glad you didn’t,” Becca whispered. She smiled and looked up, spotting Cindy and Denise coming out of the restrooms. Both women stood up but remained to hold hands. Cindy took notice of this and smiled. Elaine watched her make eye contact with Becca, but she didn’t remark upon it.

  “The tacos are this way,” Elaine directed them all. A winding staircase, lined with a mural coated in resin resembled a coral reef. They followed it up and to the left, where banners hung announcing the fundraiser. It was laid back as far as fundraisers went – this one was open to the public with no special entrance fee. Elaine went up to the counter and ordered a tray of twenty.