Kaitlyn Consoled
When relations strain at home, Kaitlyn finds sensual refuge in the arms of her mother's friend
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Kaitlyn wiped a tear and sensed relief when her mother’s friend Tamara opened the door.
“Come in.” Tamara looked neat and composed as she always. “What’s happening?” Slacks hugged her nicely.
Kaitlyn opened her mouth but had no words.
“Honey.” Tamara held her while Kaitlyn put her head on her shoulder, wiped another tear, and tried dissecting what she had seen.
“You’ve known my mother a while.” Kaitlyn appreciated the scent of the older woman’s hair, making the moment feel secure.
Tamara’s home was a like a sanctuary for Kaitlyn, a place to think when she needed space after arguing with her mother over anything from makeup to clothing or, the topic at hand, her boyfriend Todd.
“I’ve known her a while.” Tamara took Kaitlyn by the hand and motioned to the sofa. “Sit, sweetheart?”
“Sure.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“I’m fine for now.” Kaitlyn put her hands on her face. “This is embarrassing.”
Tamara patted her shoulders. “I’m sure.” The woman was a respected friend, a good listener and Kaitlyn always felt drawn to Tamara’s smile and the tone of her voice.
Kaitlyn sighed, wiped her hands on her legs.
“Take your time, baby.” Tamara studied Kaitlyn. “Is it okay if I call you that?”
Kaitlyn nodded, wiping her eyes again. “I like it. Coming from you.”
“I’m glad.” Tamara whispered and ran a hand along Kaitlyn’s thigh. “Take your time.”
Kaitlyn closed her eyes, took in the sensations, and noticed a gentle pulsing from deep within. “I like being here. With you.”
“Good, I like knowing that.”
After a few more breaths, Kaitlyn spoke. “You’re so different from my mother.”
“How?”
“You listen. You let me talk. And you don’t take what’s mine.”
Tamara slipped an arm along Kaitlyn’s shoulders and her other arm. “She takes what’s yours, hmm?”
“Yeah.” Kaitlyn rested her head on Tamara.
“Like what you’ve mentioned last time?”
Kaitlyn giggled. “My thongs?”
“Yeah.” Tamara was serious.
“I’ve taken some of hers in the past.”
“Why did you do that?”
Kaitlyn tried coming up with an answer which was becoming more difficult. Throbbing moved from between her legs and up through her body like a current and there was no shutting it off.
“Maybe I wanted what she had and wanted to look like her.” Kaitlyn felt like she’d found the issue.
Tamara’s scent was pleasant and soothing. “How do you mean?”
