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The Movies

I had started talking with my mom's boss. Her name is Jessica Murphy. She was a blonde 28 year old. She wasn't married, she said because her interests were else where. I assumed she meant her work. I wasn't exactly friends with her but I defiantly could talk to her. She let me talk to her about everything and anything. One day we went to the movies for a casual night out. We paid for our tickets and went into our assigned theater. We took the seats in the back, her choice. There was only one other person in the theater. We hadn't picked a very interesting movie. We sat down and talked. She's turned towards me and I'm turned towards her. She asks me: "So how is your love life Rachel?" I am taken aback by the question. We've usually only talked about my family and school life. I hesitate to answer. "Um. . .Like boyfriend's?" She nods her head and shrugs. Then smiles at me. "Or. . .possibly girlfriends?" I look at her in surprise. I have never been with a girl or ever thought of being with a girl. Well that's a lie. . .I'm 16, at the age of 15 I kissed my friend at a party. She was high and I was tired. It wasn't very good and I barely realized it had happened. I stumble over my words . "Well. . .I. . .I've kissed my friend before. Last year. It was only once and she was kind of drugged up. . .after then I've kind of thought about it." She smiles and puts her hand on my thigh as the lights dim down. I look at the screen, to her hand, to her face. I swallow and look her in the ...

... eyes. She smiles devilishly. "Would you like to do it again? Kiss another girl I mean ?" I gasp and look at her hand which had moved up my thigh. I look back at her face with wide eyes. She is still smiling at me. I hear the movie starting as she moves her hand up to my cheek. My breathing quickens as she moves closer to me. I'm 16 and I'm curious, so as wrong as it is I nod my head slightly. She smiles again and leans toward me. She pulls my head towards her and kisses me. I moan and kiss her back. Her lips feel soft against mine, definitely not like kissing a guy. Her hand moves down my body on to my hip. Her fingers slip under my sweater and she traces her fingers over my skin. I moan again, parting my lips enough for her tongue to slip into my mouth. She pushes me back into my chair and moves the armrest that separates us up and out of the way. She leans over me more but not enough to be on top of me. She continues to kiss me as her hand moves to my right thigh. I willingly part my legs for her. Her hand moves up my thigh to my pussy, her hand hovers over my pussy as she breaks our kiss. I pant for breath and so does she as I look down at her hand. I bite my lip as she kisses my neck. I moan and she whispers in my ear. "Do you really want this?" I hesitate to answer. I look up at her. "Jessica, I want this." She cuts me short and kisses me again. I moan but push her back. "But I don't want to do it here. Take me back to your house. Please." She smiles and laughs. She leans ...