Marie and her Sarah

It had all began so innocently.

I'm in social work, and was working as a case worker for the state of California. It was my position to meet with single Mothers in their homes, and tell them about each of the different programs and resources available to them. I'd also offer counseling and referrals, and was available to help and assist them in many other innovative ways.

I took my job very seriously. I loved it. I felt so rewarded when I saw these women empowered, setting enriching goals, and making lasting changes in their lives.

Being older like I was, (mid 30's), I loved feeling like a loving mentor to these young women. I loved guiding them, and advising them. Seeing them blossom, with each new positive change. Helping them set in motion great things, due to solid choices and goal oriented actions.

With that in mind, I always tried to be as professional as possible with these young women. Caring and helpful, and always as cordial as I could be.

This was sometimes hard to do, since I am a lesbian. I found some of them to be lovely and attractive, but I always seemed to deal with it effectively if one of them caught my eye- which naturally did happen on occasion. I had never crossed that line, and never intended to.

Then I encountered Sarah.

Sarah had 2 small children. She was very, very shy, and timid - and had a sweet, pleasing personality. She was young - early 20's, and lived in a trailer park, on the outskirts of town. She waitressed part time at a local coffee shop.

At first it was strictly professional. As a matter of fact, for many weeks that's all it was. I was assigned to visit her twice a week. Yet from the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I immediately felt something, although at the time I could not exactly pin point what it was.

Something was so very, very sweet between us. I felt it immediately, and I sensed that Sarah did too.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and it took my breath away every time I would see her. She was a Mexican girl, with long flowing dark hair, and the most beautiful hazel - green eyes, I had ever seen.

She had a luscious figure, curvy and rubenesque. And her breasts; she had huge breasts - they must have been double D at least.

She had this shy, sexy smile; almost coy. I loved her smile, and I loved her mouth. Her mouth was so very kissable and beautiful. It was the most sensuous mouth I had ever seen.

I had to literally swallow hard, and get a hold of myself every time I went to her home on a visit. I'd sit in my car for about 5 minutes, getting myself together - calming my nervousness and feelings of uneasiness.

When I was with Sarah, I always made it a point to avoid touching her at all costs. And I never once looked at her breasts directly. I tried so hard to just do my job, and really actually help this young woman. I was not out to make advances toward her. I grew to care for her, very much.

We went out of our way to be sweet to each other. She was always receptive to the suggestions I gave her, and grateful for my time. She'd help me with my coat and my attache case.

She was the perfect hostess, always offering me something to drink, and some of her homemade cookies. She knew my favorite was oatmeal chocolate chip, and that my favorite tea was cinnamon apple. It seemed that she would go out of her way to make sure she always had them on hand for me. I noticed her "loving" attention regarding this, and it brought a smile to my face many times.

One day, something utterly surprising happened. A day I'll never forget.

We were at her trailer and it was very, very hot. Her swamp cooler was a little on the Fritz, so we were both a little hot and uncomfortable.

Both of her small children was napping in one of the bedrooms, towards the other end of the trailer. Suddenly one began to cry. Sarah got up to comfort the child, and I sat in her living room alone.

As I was sitting there, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It looked like a diary. Sarah's diary? I wondered to myself, as I stared at it. It had a pen inside, holding & marking the page where she had left off.

Something came over me. I wanted to know what she was feeling and writing.

Something tempted me so much, and I quickly put the feelings of shame out of my head, and lifted her diary to see and read her words.

I opened the page, and there were the words I'll never forget. My heart pounded as I quickly scanned the page. In Sarah's own handwriting were the words....

"Ms. Jenson is coming over again today, and I can't wait to see her again! How can I tell her how I feel? That I want her so much. That I want her with my whole being. With my whole heart and my whole soul. Ooooh I want her to own me. I want to give her my body. I want her to use me harddd. I want to be her sluttttt..."

I was absolutely stunned; absolutely speechless.

There were many other entries, which I quickly scanned. The entire diary was about ME. About how she felt for me.

"I want to feel her hands all over me, feeling me up all over." she wrote.

"Ooooh all I do is think about Ms. Jenson. What am I gonna do? I want to be her fucktoy so badly, I acheeee! I want her to fuck me, and use my body for her pleasure. I want her to take me and useeee me up!"

"I love Ms. Jenson. I love her soooo much. I want to be her little girl. I want her to be my sweet Mommy. I want to be hers. Her sweet and naughty little girl. I ache for her to use me, and make me nasty. For her to make me her whore!".

And it went on and on and on. Filth and lust, along with passion and devotion and love. Page after page, after page - dating back weeks to when we had first started our sessions. I was utterly shocked. Instantly my body reacted and I felt my nipples harden, and my vagina start to fill with nectar. I was in a state of disarray and suddenly did not know what to do.

Quickly, I put the book back exactly where it lay originally - my heart pounding so loudly in my chest, I almost thought I would faint - as I heard Sarah's footsteps heading back towards the living room.

My heart continued to pound. So loudly in fact, that I prayed she would not hear it, but was almost sure she could.

It was so hot in the trailer. It was as if in the past 4 minutes, the temperature had just jumped about 10 degrees. Sarah saw the look on my face. I was red and flushed with embarrassment, and shock, and arousal all at the same time.

Sweetly & softly she said, "Are you all right Ms. Jenson? Please let me refresh your drink."

"No, I'm all right" I said, and jumped up to leave. I had to get out of there.

"Butttt.... but you just got here". she stammered. She looked in my eyes and I could not meet her gaze and so I looked away.

As I nervously got up to leave, my knee knocked against the table and the diary fell to the carpet. We both looked down at it, as the pen fell from the place she was trying to keep and the book flew open, sitting on the carpet exposed.

SHIT ! I thought.

I was blushing profusely, and then suddenly she knew.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she turned to look away. Then she put her hands to her face and began to cry.

"Ohhh Ms. Jenson!" And she ran back towards the back of the trailer.

I chased her and caught her, and then I took her in my arms lovingly.

I just held her and held her, as she cried.

I stroked her hair softly and held her very tight, and we did not speak for several, several minutes.

Somehow we knew from that moment on, that it would never be the same between us. I was not sure at that moment, if I should continue working on her case. I was confused and torn.

I stopped all of my thinking and my mind got very, very quiet. I was not sure what to do. I let my heart lead me.

I led her back to the living room by the hand, ever so gently; and then I sat her down lovingly onto my lap.

After many, many long moments passed - I realized that this was a very defining moment for the both of us - one that would live in each of our memories forever.

Sarah cried and cried, as I held her so sweetly to me. I did not know what to say for the longest time, so I just held her and stroked her face and her hair. She would not look at me, but at the same time, clung to me very tightly and snugly like she would never let me go.

I began to speak and whisper to her, as softly and lovingly as I possibly could....

"Sarah.... I am soooo sorry I read your personal diary. Can you ever forgive me?"

She did not answer me, but squeezed me tighter.

"Sarah I am so sorry darling. I should have never done such a thing. I will have your case assigned to someone else, and resign my position as your case worker. I am so sorry." Here I was calling her darling, which I had never done before, as tenderness overcame me.

At that point I went to gently place her onto the couch and I got up to leave.

Through her tears she began to speak....

"Pleaseee Ms. Jenson, please don't go. Pleaseeee... Please stay, I need youuu...."

Her voice was so soft and so pleading. It had the sweetest, most innocent "little girl" quality to it. It made me literally weak in my knees. I was so helpless as to what to do, at that moment. I stood there as she looked up at me from the couch and continued on....

"I am soooo sorry, I feel so ashamed. So dirty and so twisted. Can you ever forgive me, Ms. Jenson" Sarah wailed.

I walked quickly over to her, and put my fingertips tenderly to her lips to quiet her.

"Ohhhh no, no darling, it is I who feel ashamed, and who should feel ashamed, not you." I stammered.

"I should never have read something so personal. It was so wrong of me. I do not deserve to be your case worker, or to be a case worker on any case."

I said, disgusted with myself, and I started to walk towards the door.

She got up to stop me. She reached for my arm, and reached to hug me to her.

She then took me in her arms. I felt her breasts mash firmly against mine, as we held one another so intimately, and so snugly and lovingly. I had to literally catch my breath, as so many sweet emotions ran through me.

Sweet and loving emotions flowed through my whole body, for this darling and beautiful woman. This precious and special girl. I think I knew then, that there was no turning back.

After several long minutes, just holding one another, I kissed her cheek softly. And then I did so again. And then she kissed my cheek and then before we both knew what was happening, it happened.

We were looking deeply into one another's eyes. Nose to nose, eyes level with eyes. The chemistry had been building slowly, sweetly, and subtly with each of the passing minutes before this - but now, it seemed to suddenly ignite.

We both leaned in, and for the first time our lips met. Softly. Very softly at first.

Then again. And then again.

Lips upon lips. Breasts mashing, as our bodies held snugly and firmly against one another.

Then she kissed me full on the mouth. Then I kissed her back, and we begin to kiss torridly - our kisses becoming deeper and deeper, fuller and fuller, overflowing with passion; brimming with deep emotion.

It was soooo hot. I felt like I could not get my tongue deep enough into her mouth, nor she mine. We literally tried to force our tongues nearly down one another's throat.

We stood there and necked and kissed for about 15 minutes. And then we retreated to the couch.

I placed her onto my lap again, and we continued our kissing and touching.

Licking each other's tongues. Kissing ardently and torridly, as deeply and hotly as humanly possible. I felt as if some sultry volcano had erupted and set forth all of this sweet, hot, fervor of emotion as both of our hearts and bodies ignited into fire.

I squeezed her tightly to me, and did not wanna let her go. Ever.

I placed her hands upon my breasts, as she touched me for the first time.

She timidly begin to kneed and massage both of them with each of her small hands. I could tell from the way that she shivered and the excited, yet shy smile that came to her face, that she loved it.

As we licked tongues, our hands were everywhere, and I got to squeeze and feel her huge breasts in my hands for the very first time, through her blouse, and underneath her bra.

As I did so, Sarah squealed lustfully...

"Oooooh yes, Ms. Jenson.... feel me.... touch my breasts... Squeeze them.... feel me UP.... Ohhhhh yessssss..... Feeeel me up... Touch them.... Ooooohhh yesssss.... Ohhhhh pleaseeee..."

After I man handled her breasts, I grabbed her ass hard and squeezed her to me, forcing my tongue deep into her sweet, sensuous mouth. She moaned into my mouth, taking my tongue and returning every blazing kiss.

This whole first time experience with Sarah, was breath taking. It was absolutely euphoric. I thought I would pass our from sheer joy. I felt so happy inside. I felt like I was in heaven, and literally pinched myself a few times to remind myself that I was not dreaming. Yes, this was real.

This was all real and actually happening. I whispered these feelings to my sweet, darling angel Sarah. With tears in her eyes, she whispered back softly to me.....

"Oh Ms. Jenson...... You don't know how long I have wanted this. I have been aching for your kiss, for your touch for soooo long...... For so long now..... I didn't know how to tell you. How to approach you about how I was feeling.... And now.... Now I am so happy.... soooo happy....."

And with that we continued to french kiss and to hotly grope one another once again. The passion flaring up again, and igniting into fuller flames.

I glanced at my watch, and we had been kissing and making out for nearly 90 minutes. At this point we were now just holding and caressing each other - she still on my lap.

I took her face in my hands, and I whispered softly to her words neither of us will ever forget...

"Sarah, I love you too.... I think I have loved you for a long time..... but I think I kept pushing the feelings away..... I love you, and I want you... I want you too.... I want you with my whole being...... With every part of me, I want you... I've never ever wanted anyone else like I want you, sweet darling..... Ever...

I want you to be my little girl... I want to be your Mommy..... Will you let me be your sweet Mommy, Sarah ? Will you be my babygirl ? I'll be so good to you....." I cooed lovingly to her.

She looked deep into my eyes, and then kissed me so passionately. No one had ever kissed me with such fervor ever before in my whole life. I felt it go right through me, as we both shivered with delight. Sarah later told me that no one had ever, ever kissed her with such passion and intensity either. She described our encounter as the most beautiful and emotionally moving event, in her entire life, (other than the births of her 2 children). I felt exactly the same way, and told her so.

So as the moment seemed to stand still, I felt Sarah get up from my lap, and slowly fall to her knees. She took both of my hands in hers. From her knees she then looked up at me ever so sweetly, yet innocently and whispered to me in the most sensuous, little girl voice....

"Oooooh Mommyyy..... that would make me sooooo happy..... Please own me Mommy... Make me yours.... I'll do anythinggg.... Anything you want, just own me.... Use me Mommy... Use me for your pleasure anytime you want... For anything you want.... I want to be your babygirl... I want you to own me and useeee me......Pleaseeee ..."

I nearly fainted right there. My knees had no strength in them. None. I was in heavennnnn.

I grabbed her and held her so tight, I thought she was gonna break. Then we kissed again, over and over again - hard and deep and with everything each of us had. We did this for several minutes, until we were both nearly out of breath.

And so this was how it was to be between us from here on out. This was what we both wanted and needed so desperately.

Back at work there was a regional meeting that I absolutely could not get out of, starting within the hour. Tearfully we both held one another lovingly at the door, not wanting to let go.

She handed me her diary to read for the evening, and I told her I would come over tomorrow. Tonight I wanted her to really think and ponder in her heart, if all of this was what she truly wanted. To be my lover. To be owned, and controlled and used by me. To be my property. And above all, to be my "sweet little girl".

Sarah looked at me with the most loving gaze, and agreed to think about what we had talked about today. But I could feel in her kiss, and in her touch that this was what she wanted.

I went to leave, and as I approached the door, I again held me in her arms. She looked at me with pleading eyes, and placed my hand over her breast so that I could feel her heart beating. She went into her little girl voice, and whispered......

"Mommy..... this is what I want... This is what I have dreamed of for soooo long... Please make my dream come true.... Allow me to serve you, and be your slave, and be your sweet, devoted babygirl..... Pleaseeeee... Pleaseeee Mommyyy.... I am begging you..."

I answered her with my eyes.

Smoldering kisses followed, and then I left her reluctantly to attend my meeting.

I returned home briefly to freshen up before the meeting. I looked at myself in the mirror, before I redid my make-up. My hair was a mess. Lipstick, mine and hers was smeared all over my mouth and face. My eyeliner and mascara needed reapplication due to my tears. When I went to change my underwear, they were completely drenched. Soaking with my sweet honey - they were literally wet and sopping to the touch. Closing my eyes, I shuddered as I felt them in my hands, holding them to my nose - my thoughts drifting back to my sweet, luscious Sarah.

Needless to say, I could barely concentrate throughout the meeting. I was so light headed, so distracted - in another world.

My boss asked me.... "Marie, are you all right ?" I muttered some excuse about feeling that I might be getting the flu.

Very concerned about me, she said... "Marie, take tomorrow off. I'll have Debbie reschedule all of your appointments. You look so tired, and like you really do not feel well. We can manage. We'll see you on Monday."

I had not taken the day off since Thanksgiving, and knew I deserved it. And I knew at this point, I desperately needed it. Each torturous minute could not pass quickly enough, as all I ached for was to rush back into the waiting arms of my beautiful, and breath taking Sarah.

With trembling fingers, I read every word of Sarah's diary that evening. I could not put it down. When I glanced at the clock, as I was finishing the last page, it said 1:38 am.

It was beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever read. And it was all about me, and all about her, and how she felt about me. All of her dreams, and all of her innermost thoughts. Her fantasies and deep desires to have me as her Mommy. All of the things she was too shy to say and express.

I wanted to read and read. I wanted more and more. I wanted to fill my mind and my soul with every single word, and hold it inside forever.

Needless to say, I could barely sleep that night. Tossing and turning.

Sleep eluded me. I felt exhausted, yet almost high from sheer bliss. My lips were bruised and sore, and my tongue sensitive and nearly painful, from all of our impassioned kisses.

I could not even wait to hold Sarah in my arms again, and to make love to her for the first time. I knew that we could not wait, and that it would have to be next day.

I knew that I had to give Sarah my heart. I knew that she was gonna surrender her whole being to me, and so we had to consummate it as soon as possible. Tomorrow would be the day.

I called my good friend Tracey.

"Marie, what time is it ? Are you okay ?" she muttered in a sleepy, groggy voice.

I knew it was late, but I knew I could count on her to help me. We'd always been there for each other. She agreed to watch Sarah's children for me tomorrow, (which was Friday), and throughout Saturday also, until Sunday.

My next phone call was to the Hilton ocean view in Parkland. It was gonna be a glorious couple of days. I smiled to myself with glee, and tried to then get some sleep. I got a few hours, but with such happy, delirious thoughts, it was very difficult.