Bonded: Together

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: lesbian_cougar, dyke, erotica, female_orgasm, fingering,
lesbian, lesbian_orgasm, lesbian_romance, lesbian_seduction, milf

https://www.literotica.com/s/bonded-together


Recap: Emily and her best friends, Jessica and Sarah, are bonded
together for life. Not just from the implicit trust they have for
another, but from the dramatic and violent event they unknowing are
approaching in their lives. One night a friendly lesbian rivalry stirs
up competition between the three college seniors to see who could be
the first to seduce a straight woman before they leave for spring break
next week.

_Bonded: Together_

_Thursday_

"...and just remember, what's the most important thing that we learned
today?"

The chorus of kid's voices shouted, "keep your guard up!"

"That's right!" Aaron said as he lowered one of his hands. "Because if
you don't..." Jessica swung her right glove in a wide grazing hook and
knocked Aaron in the cheek. Aaron made a shocked face and exaggerated
as he stumbled backwards. The kids got a big laugh out of that. Even
Jessica smirked at how stupid Aaron could be. "Alright, guys! Times up.
Let's make the train!"

The army of short boys and girls clamored and jockeyed for position in
line as they started walking by Aaron then Jessica giving them fist
bumps before running wildly to their parents. Jessica didn't want to
admit Emily was right but she was the one who suggested she start
teaching the kids classes to get over her fear of children (and
annoyance with people in general). Jessica had been training with Aaron
at his MMA gym for over three years now and had excelled to be one of
the best students he had. So much so that she had even began competing
casually in amateur women's MMA fights. She had won all three last year
that she competed in. It wasn't long after that Emily began pushing for
Jessica to start teaching the kids class.

Jessica had replied to Emily, "it's not a fear of kids, it's a dislike
of them."

"Tomato tomato," Emily shrugged. But despite her dislike of the idea,
she did anyways just because Emily suggested it. Once a week for the
past three months she had taught or assisted the kids' class- 8 to
12-year olds, for an hour.

Patricia fist bumped Aaron but when she came to Jessica she leapt into
her thigh and waist, hugging her. "Haha good job tonight, tough little
lady," Jessica patted her on her back. Hugs were never a comfortable
thing for Jessica. Her best friend taught her the mechanics of hugging
when they became friends in high school but it was still never anything
she sought out.

/I've made it this far in life without hugging I can make it the rest
of the way without it, she figured./

But in the class of 22 kids, 6 of them were girls who definitely looked
up to Jessica in every single way. That was one of the reasons Aaron
also wanted her to help teach. Very few MMA schools had skilled women
on staff. Each one of the girls now, and several of the boys, gave
Jessica hugs instead of fist bumps. But slowly over the past months the
kids had lowered Jessica's defenses. She decided she could handle kids
at this age. After they were done being whiny cunts but before they
became raging assholes.

Jessica saw this improvement in her personal life as a step in the
right direction. Emily was a constant positive, be it an occasionally
annoying, force in her life. Ever since they had become friends in high
school Emily slowly learned of Jessica's childhood and had taken it
upon herself to become Jessica's constant in her life. A life coach of
sorts. Jessica still wasn't the best at letting people into her life,
but Emily was helping her with it, slowly. Jessica learned from the
various mothers in her life that no one truly cared to listen about
your problems, so she found complaining was a useless task. There was
her first foster mother's response to everything which was, "hm, that's
too bad." This was quickly followed by her foster mother returning to
cooking, cleaning, or TV without any more conversation.

Her response was still better than her second foster mother's which was
to tell Jessica not to talk about her childhood and her biological
mother because it, "makes me sad." Foster mother number two lived her
life in positivity. If you don't talk about the bad then it didn't
exist to her. A quaint way to go about life if you thought about it.
Living in a bubble of lies but those lies would bring you bliss.

But those were only temporary placements. The first only lasted six
weeks when Jessica was seven years old. Just enough time for her
biological mom to sober up and regain custody. Jessica remembered being
so happy to be back with her mom. Her memories of her mom from that age
seemed so pure. When it was just those two alone in their apartment
every day, it was like camping. They slept on the floor with blankets
with the lights off all the time. Other parents went to work or made
their kids go to school, but not Jessica's mom. It was a new adventure
every day. Walking through the streets and alleys to meet her mom's
friends, stealing from stores and sneaking out.

It wasn't long after Jessica returned home that her mother relapsed.
Her mom on drugs wasn't as much fun. There's a constant image in
Jessica's mind of her mother, skinny and wiry from days without eating
passed out in the bathroom and folded between the bath tub and toilet.
The burning ashes of her cigarette inching closer to her knuckles
between her fingers.

Jessica went inside the bathroom and took the cigarette from her hand
and stuffed it out in the ash tray then did her best to turn her mother
over on her side facing down. Jessica would stuff pillows behind her
back so she could turn over while passed out and choke on her vomit.
That was Jessica's job until she was 12 years old.

By then it had become an almost daily activity. Jessica was doing more
of the household chores than her mother was at that point. After track
practice she would clean the apartment, and make dinner while doing her
homework. She even was starting to learn how to pay some of the bills
for her mom using the disability check deposited in her bank account.

School was the worst and best part. Jessica loved anytime she had away
from home. She was too shy to talk in class or ask the teachers
anything before or after the bell rang, but she was fascinated by them.
The adults seemed so... put together. They wore clean and pressed
clothes, they had lives of their own, husbands, wives... She loved when
they would talk about their childhood or going to college. Jessica
would often fantasize that their stories were actually her's and that
her life she came home to was in fact made up.

The worst part of school was of course, the other kids. The teasing
became a constant as soon as puberty started. Even if Jessica hadn't
been held back a year because of attendance issues, she was still
taller than most boys two grades above her's. Jessica's wiry arms and
legs and awkward social manner ensured she never gained a friend
despite her occasional efforts that always ended in humiliation. By the
time Child Services had been called for a second time on her mother,
Jessica had given up completely on friends. Her life had been divided
between school and taking care of her mother. But when her mother
passed out on their apartment stairwell one Tuesday afternoon with a
needle still protruding from the bruised vein in her foot, it became
the last day Jessica would see her mother for years. She would sit on
the stoop of their apartment building stairs with a young policeman
while she watched her mom argue with medics as they loaded her in the
ambulance.

After her second foster home stint, Jessica was bounced around between
foster homes for years. She judged each one by the mothers. The fathers
all seemed indifferent to her presence. The mothers set the rules and
always seemed to have something to say about Jessica's life. How she
was supposed to live and what she was supposed to do to deal with her
past. Jessica wondered if that was when she developed her affinity for
moms?

"Man, you're really popular!" Rose said as Jessica approached. All the
kids ran to their parents, leaping one way to the other. "Seems like
everyone wants to give you hugs. What do you say Nathan, you want to
give Jess a hug to say thank you?"

Before Jessica could react, Nathan leapt onto Jessica's side and
squeezed her in a deep hug. "Huuuug!" He exclaimed. Jessica forced a
smile and wondered how long she'd have to wait before she could start
pealing his arms from around her butt. Nathan was already a little
asshole in the class. He never listened and constantly poked fun of
other kids in class. Jessica knew she wasn't supposed to call a
10-year-old an asshole but she figured not doing so was just delaying
the inevitable.

/Nathan in 10 years will be a nightmare of a frat guy./

"Yeah, I think they just don't see a lot of women on the matts,"
Jessica laughed politely as she removed Nathan from her.

"Mom! Mom! Mom! I'm- I'm going to hit this- watch this!" Nathan
sputtered as he ran off to dive at one of the heavy bags others were
playing around. A nightly tradition.

"Okay, hunny, not long though," Rose said. While Rose watched her son,
Jessica took the time to admire her. Rose definitely had the definition
of a voluptuous body. With firm thighs, thick butt cheeks, and ample
breasts, Rose's blond hair was just the cherry on top as far as Jessica
was concerned. "How'd he do today?"

"Good, good. Yeah, real good," Jessica lied. "So, you planning another
night out with the girls tomorrow?"

Rose looked cautiously over her shoulders as she giggled uncomfortably,
"ummm... well no, nothing now, but you never know. Why do you ask?

"Oh, nothing. I was just- my friends and I were going out to Maria's
tomorrow night. Didn't know if you wanted to come out with us?" Jessica
asked as she wiped her palms on her white Jiu Jitsu pants.

"Oh, what? Old lady me?" Rose clapped her palm against her chest. "I
don't know if all your college friends want a /Mom/ crashing your
party."

It was nearly two weeks ago when Jessica, Sarah, and Emily were bar
hopping one Saturday night that they randomly ran into Rose and a group
of her friends. Rose was beyond wasted so much so that she was nearly
falling out of her dress. Her friends too, but each of them had found a
man that evening to fondle and be fondled back by. Rose was sheepish at
first. Like a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar. It was
obvious she was on the prowl for a man who wasn't her husband, but
instead Rose found her son's MMA instructor, Jessica. Nothing happened,
of course, and unfortunately for Jessica. The combination of a night
full of margaritas and seeing this milf in her stunning black dress
made her want to take Rose to the bathroom right then and there. But
their conversation definitely stirred Jessica's imagination. The image
of the /good wife and mother/ that Rose worked so hard to put forth
wasn't quite as accurate as Jessica had once thought.

"It's no party just a few of my girlfriends," Jessica lied, again. "It
was fun last time, if you want to do it, again?"

Rose wore a wide grin as she struggled with it internally for a minute,
"okay, sure. But I can't stay long. My husband's going to start asking
questions if I keep going out without him."

"What? You're safe with me!" Jessica smiled.

_Friday_

"Jessica no, no! Oh, no!" Rose giggled unstoppably as she rocked back
and forth in her chair. Jessica tipped their second wine bottle upside
down filling Rose's glass to the brim. "You are going to get me drunk!"
Rose whispered loudly and wide eyed.

"It's Friday night! What else is there to do?" Jessica asked. Her
cheeks were a rosy red. Jessica wore a blue checkered button up shirt
with the buttons around her cleavage line unable to close around her
thick perky breasts. With Emily's assistance, Jessica had gained a
sense for wearing makeup and hair styling to make her look and feel
more feminine, and for the most part Jessica's enjoyed it. But she
still found it annoying to dress the part. Baggy t-shirt and jeans were
always her go to, but she tried her best to look as presentable as
possible for Rose, though she was nothing compared to Rose who decided
to wear her sleek black dress from two weeks before. Needless to say,
Jessica's eyes weren't leaving Rose as long as she stayed.

They had been at the bar for over two hours now Jessica was finally
working up the courage to make her move. They sat on the outside patio
of a wine bar called, Maria's. Between them was gas fire pit that kept
a warm flame flickering between them. Though it was unseasonably warm
for April, as the night grew later there was a chill in the air that
drew them both close to the fire pit and each other.

"I can't do my wifely and motherly duties if I'm shit faced," Rose
laughed and took a long drink.

"Oh, come on," Jessica waived Rose down as she sat back in her seat
with her own glass. "It's 11:30pm, your kids asleep so you don't have
any duties by him and you can still be freaky with your husband drunk,
can't you?"

Rose shrugged and wore a devious smile as she thought about it, "not
really. I kinda become too much freak for him to handle when I drink...
really, all the time..."

"Is that right?" Jessica leaned forward.

"I mean..." Rose struggled with her words. Like she was confessing to a
crime. "I hate to say bad things about him, because my husband Nick is
such a nice guy and he works so hard, but... he never seems to want to
have sex. And when he does it's like just a couple minutes long... and
a couple inches long." Rose made a pained face and took another drink.

"Yeah... I could see that being frustrating... Have you tried to get
fulfilled elsewhere?" Jessica tested the waters.

Rose made a guilty face and nodded, "I guess, I've always been more
adventurous than my husband. I mean... I have needs, you know?"

"Absolutely," Jessica nodded and smiled, teasingly. "How adventurous
are we talking? Have you ever been... I don't know, say with a woman?"

Rose whispered like it was a secret, "no, but I've thought about it."

"Never been tempted to experiment?"

"Tempted, yes, but I guess I never worked up the courage?"

Jessica nodded but let the topic fizzle out as they drank their wine.
They carried on drinking the remnants of the bottle and talking about
each other's sexual exploits for another half hour before Rose
announced she should be leaving. She had driven to the bar having not
intended on drinking so much, so Jessica offered to split an Uber
together.

"I don't know," Rose said on wobbly legs as she walked to the exit.
"I've never used Uber before. Always seemed kinda creepy."

"Come on, don't worry. I'll protect ya," Jessica gave her a wink. The
entire Uber ride to Rose's was done in mostly silence. Jessica had
asked the driver to turn the music up so he wouldn't talk to them.
Jessica was sure to sit close next to Rose in the back seat. Their
shoulders and thighs brushed each other's while they drove. It wasn't
until about half way through the drive that Jessica gave a reassuring
tap on Rose's bare thigh just below her skirt. The tapping hand
lingered and turned into a soft rub from Rose's knee to her inner
thigh. Rose stiffened but didn't retreat from the touch. Jessica bit
her lip. When the Uber pulled to a halt in front of Rose's two-story
home, the moment Jessica had dreamed about occurred.

"Do you want to come inside for one last drink?" Rose asked.

"Sure," Jessica smiled.

"I don't have any wine, but I do have vodka or whiskey," Rose offered
from the kitchen entry way. "Are you into either of those?"

"I'm into everything," Jessica winked from the dark living room where
she sat. "Whiskey with ice would be perfect though."

Rose giggled and made a face, "you're so naughty. I'll make yours a
double." Rose winked back as she receded into the kitchen. When she
returned, she fell into the couch beside Jessica so hard she had to
adjust the bust of her dress as her breasts nearly bounced out of the
neck of it.

They couldn't be too loud. They sat in the living room of Rose's house
with only the oven light from the kitchen giving depth to the furniture
and them in the living room. Stairs that lead to the second floor and
Rose's sleeping son and husband fed right into the mouth of the living
room, so they had to whisper.

Jessica sipped her whiskey and determined it was most likely an irish
whiskey, which was good but she did prefer bourbon. Rose had made
herself some kind of fruity vodka mix drink. The tall glass was filled
with what looked like cranberry juice. She drank some and hissed as if
she got a large mouthful of vodka. "Mmm... you know, I don't think I've
ever had whiskey by itself. Do you drink it often?"

"Depends on the company," Jessica said. "When I hang out with women,
they prefer wine which I can do. But if I'm hanging out with the boys,
it's all whiskey for me, baby."

Rose laughed as she reached out and petted Jessica's arm. Her thumb
lingering and brushing down the length of Jessica's tricep.

"Do you want to try a taste?" Jessica asked.

"Hmm... I don't know, it's kind of like a shot... I don't know..."

"Nope, you won't have to drink anything." Jessica said turning towards
her on the couch and grabbing her drink. "Here, close your eyes."

Rose was hesitant, "okay..." she said nervously.

Once Rose's eyes were closed Jessica took a deep breath and downed the
remainder of the drink. The cool bite of the whiskey lingered on her
tongue for a minute after she swallowed the liquid. Jessica set the
glass down on the coffee table and took her cellphone out from her
pocket. Balancing it against the cup, she set it to record.

Cupping Rose's cheek gently as she leaned over top of her and slid her
tongue between her lips. Rose's eye brows went high as she excepted the
kiss and her hands lightly clasped Jessica's arm and hip. For a long
moment Jessica slid her tongue in and out of Rose's lips slowly and
gently while kissing her until she felt Rose's tongue push inside
Jessica's mouth and she could taste the bright fruity mix of her drink.

As Jessica leaned back and to the side against the back-couch cushion,
Rose followed. Raising up and breathing heavier into Jessica as they
kissed, Rose hummed a moan as her body naturally curled into Jessica's
lap. They made out for 10 maybe 15 minutes only stopping twice so Rose
could look up at the ceiling while she questioned a noise to make sure
her husband or son wasn't awake. Then with an excited smile, her lips
would return to Jessica's.

By now Rose was all but mounted on top of Jessica. Rose's heavy swaying
breasts brushed against Jessica's as Jessica's hand rubbed deeper and
harder into Rose's thigh that reached across her lap. Her fingers
tracing the lower curve of her thick butt and disappearing in the
blackness of her stretched skirt. When her fingers brushed the
sensitive and soft skin of her inner thighs, Rose's kissing changed.
Her breath was held. Everything slowed down as Jessica worked her hand
higher and higher until her fingers brushed the light bush over her
vagina lips.

With her eyes closed, Rose mouth hung in awe as she gasped leaning
back. Jessica pulled her body tight to hers as her fingers continued up
and down the length of her lips. Watching her arousal carefully.
Enjoying every second of it.

When Rose opened her eyes, she locked them with Jessica and slid a hand
down Jessica's spine that sent shivers everywhere. "I've never done
anything like this before..." Rose whispered, almost more astonished by
herself. Slowly, Jessica eased Rose to her back on the couch with
Jessica between her legs.

"Don't worry," Jessica whispered back. "I have."

Jessica pulled her own auburn hair to one side of her face and let it
hang there as she lowered her lips to Rose's neck. She kissed gently
going down her neckline starting below her ear. Jessica could feel
Rose's hands cupping the back of her neck as Jessica kissed down her
chest. When Jessica's hands peeled her thick curvy breasts from the top
of her black dress. Rose purred a moan as Jessica squeezed them and
suckled at the nipple.

"Oh yes, baby... suck my nipples... suck them hard..." Rose groaned at
just above a whisper. "Oh... yes!" Rose clapped a hand over her mouth
to quiet herself when Jessica began to suck and pull harder with her
lips on Rose's nipples. "Ohmaigawd!" Rose let loose a muffled growl
from beneath her hand. Then let loose a controlled breath as she moved
her hand. Whispering almost to herself she repeated, "that's it, suck
those titties. Drink momma's milk, yes!"

This caught Jessica off guard. She had a good idea that Rose was on the
sluttier side of things, which is why Jessica pursued her, but this
dirty talk was another level of freak. That's not to say Jessica didn't
like it. On the contrary, it was invigorating. She loved hearing the
dirty talk. She loved knowing what her partner wanted rather than
having to guess.

When Jessica's hand slipped between their bodies down her thighs,
Rose's hands instantly went to her skirt. Pulling up the edges high
above her waist, Rose spread her thighs wide for Jessica. Jessica's
palm slid her inner thigh and pushed a sole finger deep inside Rose's
pussy lips. Rose went silent as Jessica pumped her pussy with a
voracious firmness.

Jessica's bicep flexed as did her forearm muscles as she fingered this
milf just downstairs from her sleeping husband and child. She could
feel the tenseness rise in Rose's thighs as she pumped her pussy. Her
thumb wiped wide circles across Rose's clit. Jessica arose from her
breasts to get a better angle and admire the view of this curvy milf's
breasts bouncing wildly out of the neck of her dress as she struggled
not to scream.

Rose snatched Jessica's hand and brought it to her mouth. Jessica
covered Rose's panting mouth as moans began to leak from her lips just
as the juices leaked from her pussy. Rose's whole body contorted,
lifting and falling as Jessica finger fucked her to a powerful and over
whelming orgasm.

"Oh my god... oh my god... oh my..." Rose kept repeating as Jessica
loosened the hold over her mouth. Jessica repeated a known path.
Kissing a licking from Rose's neck to her breasts. By the time
Jessica's lips wrapped around a nipple, Rose was sucking on Jessica's
index finger obsessively as if she was sucking her husband's cock. But
Jessica's lips didn't stop there. They traced down the center of Rose's
body reaching for her soaked pussy lips.

/I want to taste her so badly, mmmm./

Bbbbvvvvvv!!

Bbbbvvvvvv!!

The jarring sound startled both of them as they were trying so hard to
be silent in a quiet house. Jessica's cell phone that had been
balancing against her empty glass on the coffee table slapped down when
it began to vibrate from the incoming call. Jessica dove and snatched
it up, silencing the call and Rose scrambled to a seated position where
they both froze to listen.

No sound. They were in the clear. Jessica looked down at her phone and
saw a missed call from Sarah.

/Why the hell was she calling me? I don't think I've ever spoken to her
on the phone./

Then the sound came. A creaking sound of a door followed by the sound
of it shuffling against carpet. Jessica and Rose shot to their feet and
Rose was pulling the straps of her dress on her shoulders. They ran for
the door back kitchen door where they had come inside as Rose tucked
her breasts back inside her dress. Jessica felt her phone start to
vibrate again and ignored it. There were footsteps coming down the
stairs. Jessica carefully opened the door and ducked outside without a
word spoken.

Within a few seconds of the door closing she could hear a male voice
talking and Rose laughing. Jessica released a long-held breath and
began walking down the street. She laughed to herself as she ordered an
Uber to pick her up at the next intersection. The app said a car wasn't
far.

/Bbbbvvvvvv!!/

/Bbbbvvvvvv!!/

Jessica saw it was Sarah calling for a third time. She had completely
forgotten about her phone calls.

"Hey Sarah? What's going on?" Jessica answered.

"Jess? Jess, okay, I need to you meet me somewhere tonight. Like right
now. I need your help," Sarah's voice sounded strained. Worried. It
alarmed Jessica.

"Right now?" Jessica looked at the time on her phone. It was almost
1:00am. "Why? What's going on?"

"This girl I work with- My... friend she called me and she's in trouble
and needs help."

"What kind of help?"

"Her boyfriend's going crazy beating her up and shit. She's locked in a
bathroom. At her place."

"Okay, but- I mean I'll go but shouldn't she just call the cops? What
are we going to do?"

Anger flared in Sarah's voice that Jessica rarely heard directed
towards her, "she can't call the police because her boyfriend has a
bunch of dope in the house and she'll get fucking charged with it too."

"Okay okay, I'm on my way. Just text me the address," Jessica hung-up
the phone just as a car pulled to a stop at her intersection. She
climbed in as she typed on her phone.

"Hey, change of plans, I just updated the destination of our trip in
the app," Jessica said.

Story Tags: lesbian%20cougar; dyke; erotica; female%20orgasm;
fingering; lesbian; lesbian%20orgasm; lesbian%20romance;
lesbian%20seduction; milf

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