Craving Crystal(Open to 1 Woman)

Crystal has been a sort of neighborhood baby sitter for two or three years now, having started babysitting for neighbors and family when she was fifteen. She just recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday, and in the spirit of this newly found freedom, some of her friends introduced her to her new "life opportunities and activities". They took her to a porn shop in another town, where each friend bought her a goody of some kind. She received a vibrator, dildo, and a few pornographic movies.

Taking these goodies home, Crystal spent one of her nights where she had the house to herself watching the movies. Some were all straight sex, which while fun, was not nearly as exciting as she'd thought it would be. It wasn't until she happened upon a video that had a wide variety of porn themes on it that she really began to get hot. And when the first lesbian scene came on, she couldn't get enough.

Since then, Crystal has fantasized about having a lesbian encounter, but in a small suburban area like the one where she lives, she doesn't think that will ever happen. So, she goes about life as usual, using her videos and toys to attempt to satisfy herself.

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Diana's date had gone badly. Perhaps badly was too strong a word, but it had certainly been dull. The woman had been attractive enough, but not very smart, and she lacked the fire, the quality that made Diana's toes curl. So the entire meal was chit-chat and small talk and uncomfortable for them both.

The only pleasant moment was when her date's eyes followed Diana's legs as she slowly crossed them, skirt rising to show just a hint of stocking-top. Diana did love to tease.

She also hadn't gotten fucked in 8 months. Small towns don't make for many opportunities for a lesbian, but they were great for her two children (from a previous lifetime).

Sitting in her car in the restaurant parkinglot, she buried her hand in her panties and masturbated furiously, an animal in heat. She licked her fingers clean during the short drive home, enjoying how her entire car smelled of cunt.

Pulling into the drive way, she checked herself, wavy brown hair still nicely done, skirt smothed, top hugging her breasts nicely, stockings straight.
"Not bad for 37, I'd do me," she joked to herself.
Her heels clicked on the pavement as she approached her door and the delicious thing that waited inside. Unattainable but oh so desired. "Off-limits lust is the best kind," she thought as she opened the door.

"Crystal? I'm home, how were the girls?"

Crystal was in the den, settled on the couch with her college math text book open. Her head was pounding after all the effort she'd been putting in to try to make sense of the complex algebra when she heard the front door open. Her head lifted and she listened until she heard Diana's voice. Smiling, she stood and moved out into the entry way.

"They were angels, as usual," the petite redhead said with a smile. Her eyes briefly moved over the older woman's body and she felt her throat go dry. The woman was beautiful, and Crystal couldn't help but admire her. Compared to Crystal's young, slender body, the woman was like a goddess. Crystal had long shapely legs, nicely curved hips, and firm, perky tits accented by her flat stomach and slender waist, but she still looked like a kid in her opinion. Diana on the other hand... she was like some kind of forbidden fruit.

"I went ahead and got the kitchen cleaned up, and the girls had their baths. They passed out on the couch watching Sleeping Beauty, so I just put them in bed." She turned away from Diana to keep from staring at her as she took the older woman's coat and went to hang it up in the hall closet. "How did your date go?"

Diana smiled at the girl waiting on her.
"Boring, tedious, no connection at all. You know how it is. I mean, i get all done up, and not only wouldn't I ever want a second date with them, I don't even want to have sex with them." Diana laughed. She'd chosen genderless pronouns on purpose.

Diana poured herself a glass of vodka and sat down crossways in the plush recliner, her legs dangling over the arm of the chair, skirt high, pumps hanging from her toes.

"But at least I always have you to come home to, and a stiff drink," she joked with the pretty redhead, all while struggling not to leer at the girl. She took a long, slow drink of the alcohol, the crisp scent mixing with the delicious musky aroma still on her fingers.
"What about you, Crystal? Seeing anyone? Don't tell me all you do is study and babysit!"

Of course, if you want to be my live-in maid and service me, I'm fine with that, Diana thought to herself.

Crystal shook her head with a soft blush, looking down. "Me? Nah... No one's all that interested in me." She was a little flustered at the look of Diana lounging the way she was, but she was hoping the woman would take her sudden nervousness as her simply being embarrassed by her lack of a love life.

"I'm sure you'll find someone who suits you though... You're a gorgeous woman, you wont be able to keep the man for you at bay for long," she said with a smile. Honestly, Crystal had no idea Diana was into women, she just assumed she was dating men because she had two children and had, at one point, been married as far as Crystal knew.

Moving to the couch, she began to gather up her school books, bending at the waist as she cleaned up the small mess she'd made of the coffee table. "I know I'm usually packed up by now... sorry... guess I got caught up in my homework and lost track of time."

"I'm surprised, Crystal. When I told my friends I was moving to the suburbs, they said there was nothing for kids to do there except drink and fuck!" Diana laughed.

She saw the girl's cheeks grow flush, and felt her own skin react more than it should.
"Dammit, am I flirting with this...this...girl?" Diana realized. She struggled against her desires and alcohol, and regained a bit of control.

"Come on, there must be boys following you and that red hair of yours around."
"Probably some of the girls too. And some of the teachers. Just like Ms. Akins," Diana's thoughts drifting back to her own high school days, and the math teacher she had wrapped around her little finger.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, I was a girl a long time ago too."

Crystal shook her head again, smiling some and blushing at the compliments being thrown her way. "No... not really. I mean there were a couple boys in highschool who were interested in me, but that's been over for a while now... And the college guys can't be bothered with me."

She hadn't bothered to mention that she'd been asked out, but most of the guys who'd shown an interest were notorious for partying or only wanting one thing... and quite frankly, Crystal didn't have time for guys like that. The second they got between her legs, they'd loose interest and it would only be a matter of time before they found someone else.

Sitting on the couch, she finished shoving her books into her backpack and sighed some, leaning back and stretching her lithe body. "So when's your next date? You've been pretty booked lately."

Diana enjoyed watching the way Crystal's body moved, stretched, uncurled.
She pushed the thoughts into the back.
"No, no, I think I'm done for a bit. I can't remember the last good date, and I'm tired of the bad ones. Sooner or later someone will fall into my lap. Either that or I'll get desperate enough to start looking again. I love this town for my kids, but its killing my social life"
Diana smiled.
"Of course, if you've got friends who like us old broads, I can always use someone to pass the time," she laughed out loud and took a sip.
Crystal looked more than a little stunned.
"Oh come on, Crystal. I'm not that bad. Which is suprising you more, the fact that I might just want someone in my bed for a night, or the fact that I'm not, shall we say, age restricted?"
"Why do I keep coming back to this? I really shouldn't be flirting with her. Am I flirting with her?" Diana wasn't used to doing things unconsciously. She wasn't a control freak, but she was usually in control of herself. At least enough to behave appropriately.

Crystal was visibly flustered by the questions the older woman was throwing at her, and the shock must have shown on her face, because Diana sounded almost defensive as she asked what she found so shocking. Blushing deeply, she bit her lower lip and looked down, pretending to focus on straightening and re-straightening the things on the coffee table.

"It's not like that... I mean... well... You're certainly attractive enough that anyone would be a fool to turn you down... I just..." She was stammering, stumbling over her words, feeling like she was eating her foot as she did so. The blush on her cheek was growing deeper and deeper pink until her skin was red with embarrassment.

"I didn't mean to be insulting... I guess I just didn't expect you'd be interested in people younger than you..." She didn't mention, of course, that the first thought to enter her head had been that a woman almost old enough to be her mother eating her pussy would be deliciously taboo, or that her sex was tingling with the thought.

Diana finished her drink and got up from the awkward position in her chair. She moved gracefully across the room, her body still trained after years of gymnastics in school. She poured herself another drink.
She leaned back against the counter.
"Oh kitten, you'll learn someday that sometimes a body is a body and thats all you need. Sometimes not even that. I've been known to have rather powerful relationships with some toys!" Diana's laugh was warm and safe.
"Don't get me wrong, love is great, love is what I want, but sometimes flesh is what gets you through."
"Young flesh, warm flesh, eager, scared, hungry flesh begging to be mine, cunt dripping for me and nonononono"

Diana insisted sometimes flesh was all that was needed, and Crystal found herself blushing and looking down. Perhaps it was naive of her to want... even to require... something more than that. Maybe it showed just how young she really was when she found herself unable to imagine fucking someone she didn't think at least cared a little about her.

When the older woman made her proclamation about having strong relationships with some toys, Crystal's blush deepened and she looked down, almost guiltily. She turned back to her back, pretending once more to check and be sure everything she needed was there. She couldn't look at Diana... wouldn't look at her.

It was like looking at her would show just what kind of a relationship Crystal had with certain toys... and just how much this conversation was starting to get to her. Grabbing her soda, she took a long swallow before looking around. "Well... I... I'm sure you'll find someone soon," she managed to get out, her hands holding a slight nervous tremble to them. Without noticing, she wiped her sweaty palms on her pants before looking back at Diana and giving a shy smile. "I'm pretty sure everything is ready to go... I should probably be getting home."

Images suddenly flashed through Diana's mind
Crystal's back against the wall, Diana's hand in her jeans.
The little girl struggling at first, then begging for more.
Crystal on her knees, lapping eagerly at Diana's thighs.
Diana's voice dark and throaty, "Yes, little thing, taste Mommy's cunt"

Diana's panties were sticky wet and delightful to feel.
She half-stammered, "OK, yes, I'll see you later Crystal. I might need you day after tomorrow". She lied, though 'need' was definitely the right word.

She saw the girl out, and leaned back against the door in relief.
"Thank god that girl is gone! Whats wrong with you? She's probably a virgin! And this is a very bad idea!" she said to herself.
But her hand had moved under her skirt, was pressing against her panties, forcing them inside her soaking wet cunt.
She let herself go, let herself moan Crystal's name.
Let herself cum, there, against the door.
For the little girl she needed.

Crystal slid out into the crisp night air with a sigh of relief. The winter air cooled her hot cheeks and she moved out to her car at a brisk pace, even as the air helped cool down her body. Her skin felt flushed, like she'd just been working up to a world-class orgasm.

The thought had her sitting in her car and taking in shaky breaths. After putting the car in gear and pulling out into the street, Crystal's hand slid down to the crotch of her jeans and began to rub at her tender pussy through the denim, letting out little sounds of need.

This was ridiculous, the way she was thinking of Diana... the woman was her employer! Not to mention twice her age... But gods, the thought of that woman's face buries in her hairless pussy, licking at her sensitive clit... fingers buried inside her tight hole... both of them... even pinning her down and pounding her with a toy or strap on...

By the time she got home to her empty house(her parents were thankfully away for the next couple weeks on a cruise), Crystal was trembling with need, her jeans soaked, and her skin hot. Grabbing her bag, she climbed from the car and hurried inside.

As soon as she got to her bedroom, Crystal stripped, grabbing her dildo, and knelt on the bed. Face to the comforter and ass in the air, she shoved the toy into her tight pussy and reached behind her with her free hand, slippery fingers rubbing at her puckered back door.

The fucking she gave her pussy was hard and brutal, and by the end of it, she had a finger buried in her ass. The second that second insertion happened, she exploded in an orgasm that had her screaming into the pillows.

As Diana slumped to the floor, her legs gone weak from orgasm, she thought about the hunger growing inside her. She'd felt this before. The deep need, the desire that she couldn't control.
She wanted this girl.
She wanted Crystal to need her.
To worship her.
To belong to her.
And these were feelings Diana knew she wouldn't be able to control for long.
"God, how does one go about seducing a small town teenager without getting run out of town as a perv?" Diana chuckled to herself.
She let thoughts flutter about in her mind as she licked her fingers clean, wondering what Crystal might taste like. Wondering if she actually was a virgin.
"I can't ask her out, thats crazy. But I could have her over for dinner. A thank you thing. Nancy would take the kids for the night, I'm sure. I wonder if I'll have to get her drunk. Maybe she's a cheap date!" She laughed again.
Her pussy dripped at the thought, and knowing that Crystal might now be given a whole lot of choice in the matter.
Diana's phone was already dialing the girl.

Crystal was still kneeling there, though she'd removed her finger from her ass. The dildo was still in her cunt, her hand slowly rocking it in and out of her tight pussy as she rode the waves of her orgasm before it finally slipped away. That wouldn't be enough... not for tonight... she'd have to cum again... and again... until she was exhausted and had to fall asleep.

Then the phone rang. Blinking, she crawled to the edge of the bed, her hand still holding the dildo in, though every movement of her legs caused it to shift inside of her and make her moan. When she grabbed the cell phone, she saw Diana's name on the view screen and frowned in confusion. Plopping onto her back, her legs spread, she let the dildo drop from her pussy to the bed, soaked in her juices, before she flipped the phone open.

Her voice was shaky, breathless, but she did her best to sound normal. "Diana? Is everything OK?" she asked. Why else would the woman call at this hour, after all, if it wasn't to say that something was wrong or ask her to come back because there was some kind of emergency?

Just the sound of the girl's breathless voice was enough to make Diana's hips begin to gyrate slowly. And the girl sounded as out of breath as Diana herself.
"I wonder if she was just...no...hush...talk to her"
"Oh, of course everythings ok, silly! I was just wondering if you'd let me..." Diana's fingers had found their way to a still hardened nipple and pinched ever so slightly. She stiffled a whimper. "I mean, let me make you dinner tomorrow night. You've been so helpful to me, and great with the kids, I just wanted to say thank you for being a good babysitter and a good friend."
"And then make you so happy you'll beg to be my bitch. Mommy knows best."

Fingers moved on their own between Diana's moist thighs, half tearing at the stockings as she struggled to not slip them inside herself.
There was a silence on the other end of the line. Had she scared the girl off?

Crystal noted the other woman's out of breath tone and felt herself blushing. Here she was, laying on her back with her legs open and her pussy exposed, talking to her boss! She really should be ashamed, fantasizing about the mother of the children she baby sat on a normal basis... Her fingers slid down to her still moist pussy and rubbed at her clit, pinching it some as she tried to keep her voice under control.

Diana was stammering... that wasn't like her. Normally, the woman was collected and poised, calm and full of confidence. "I... I mean, that's not necessary... you know I love the girls and that's what you pay me for." She sounded like she didn't want to fill the gap between Diana's question and her answer(which she realized at that point would be an all too enthusiastic yes), but she had to polite.

"I mean... if you really want to... I guess I could come over. I'll even bring desert, as a way of saying thank you for being such a great boss!" Her mind went immediately to what she'd like to see be Diana's desert... her hairless young pussy... but that would never happen.

Diana squirmed with delight at Crystal's response. She hadn't been sure how this would go at all.
"Its a date, then!" Diana almost swore, sounding so silly with that, "I have an excellant bottle of wine I've been wanting to open, so we'll have that too. Shall we say, 8:00? I'll see you then sweetie!"
"Jesus, 'its a date'? 'sweetie'? Whats wrong with you?" Diana berated herself after hanging up.
But she didn't let it distract her for long. The object of her lust would be alone with her the next night and that was all she could think about.
And she did, and it kept her up for another two hours as she fucked herself to sleep.
The next day was Saturday so she spent all day preparing a roast, and prettying herself and choosing an outfit.
And cumming again and again for Crystal.
The dress she chose was exceptionally girlie, pink with spaghetti straps, not too low cut, and down to her knees, but slight high up both sides. Underneath she wore white stockings, with matching panties and strapless bra. Pink toenails showed through the nylon thanks to open-toed, sling back heels.

Crystal hung up and almost as soon as she closed the phone, her hand was on her pussy, rubbing her clit furiously as she moaned Diana's name. She closed her eyes, shoving her fingers inside of herself and trying to imagine the only woman fingering her. After several orgasms, she was finally able to relax and sleep.

The next day, she woke late before spending an hour or two getting ready. Why she felt the need to be so thorough, she wasn't sure... but by the time she climbed into her car with a pan of chocolate and caramel brownies, her pussy was as smooth as it could be, her legs were shaved, and she was dressed in a mid-thigh length black skirt and pretty green short sleeved blouse. Her shoes were high heels and black as well. She wore no stockings, not needing them with her smooth fit young legs.

When she got to Diana's house, she spent several minutes in the driveway, making sure her hair looked alright. She'd left it down, and only put on a small touch of makeup... mostly lip gloss. Her white cotton panties rubbed against her sensitive clit and she had to fight not to touch herself. They matched the white lace bra she wore, which held her perky, but full young breasts in place.

Diana almost squeeled with delight when she saw Crystal.
"Wow, you look amazing! I don't remember 18 looking like that!" She laughed and gave Crystal a brief hug, forcing herself to not keep holding on.
"Come on in!" Diana chuckled, "As if you don't come here all the time." She smiled.

"Can I get you anything? A drink? I was just about to pour myself one and you know I keep a decent bar. Or wine?"

She was already fantasizing, imagining what it would be like to lick from Crystal's heel, up the back of her calf, her thigh, under her skirt.

Crystal smiled as she stepped into the house, exchanging hugs with the older woman who was somehow the object of 90% of her teenage fantasies lately. During the hug, it fluttered across her mind that she wondered whether or not Diana was aware of what the very sight of her was doing to her baby sitter's body.

Probably not... and it's best that way, too... If Diana had any idea how Crystal wanted her, and the things she fantasized about the older woman doing... she'd never welcome her back into her home again, and the woman's dates really were responsible for a large chunk of her income these days. Plus, she loved those kids.

When offered a drink, she let her glossy lips curl into a smile. "I'd love that, though you know technically I'm not supposed to be drinking..." Her tone was mischievous as she thought about the "trouble" they could get into if both their inhibitions were looser(and if Diana liked women, of course). "But... I suppose one glass couldn't hurt."