Lending a Hand

The Brookes' house was larger than most of the other girls', with a large basement that made an excellent den for slumber parties. Things tended to get a little more rowdy than Mr. and Mrs. Brookes would typically like, but seeing Terry smiling so widely made it very much worth the later nights than would usually get, as the loud music or movies were audible through the whole house. And besides, the sleepovers were infrequent enough that it wasn't too much of a bother anyways.

Terry's cast of friends was varied and, overall, a good crew. Her parents liked some better than others, of course, but none seemed outright objectionable.

Mrs. Brookes had always made an effort to engage with one of the more skittish friends, however. A tall girl with a perpetually nervous-seeming disposition named Lexi was always among the group, but never easy to find. The other girls said that she just didn't like to be the center of attention, but Mrs. Brookes thought there was something more to it. She always seemed to avert her eyes when the older woman looked at her, and more than once she'd noticed the girl staring in reflections or in the corner of her eye. She'd never said anything, of course. If the girl was as shy as she seemed, outright acknowledging it might kill her.

Mrs. Brookes had always suspected the reason for all the furtive glances, but kept things on the down-low, as the kids would say. Still, she found that Lexi was one of the most helpful of the group, volunteering to help with cooking and dishes and the like. Despite this, it was hard to get more than a handful of words out of her at a time. Not that she minded much, she was a good listener, though Mrs. Brookes had grown increasingly curious how much listening was really going on.

This slumber party wasn't much different than the others, but with the girls in their senior year Mrs. Brookes felt that if there was ever a time to see if she still had it, tonight was it. The girls had just finished scarfing down their lasagna, thanked her for dinner, and retreated back to their den to resume whatever it was that eighteen year olds did these days. Only Lexi stayed, fidgeting with her shirt and looking anywhere but at the older woman. Mrs. Brookes let her simmer until she worked up the courage to ask, "Do y-you want help? With the dishes, I mean?"

Mrs. Brookes smiled and nodded. "I'd love some help, hun! Go ahead and gather up those plates, I'll rinse 'em off."

Lexi's hands felt cold as she did as she was told. Mrs. Brookes turned to the sink to rinse the dishes she already had, and she couldn't help but stare.

Mrs. Brookes was a gorgeous woman, with platinum blonde hair that she kept cropped short, and a certain warm air about her that made it impossible to turn her attention away from her in any meaningful way.

Of course, turned away as she was, there was something else to admire. Her rear was shapely, proportioned exactly to her wide hips in such a way as to make it a challenge of willpower to look away. She did squats. She did other things too, but Lexi could only think of the time she'd come over when Mrs. Brookes was doing her exercises. How good she'd looked, her skin gleaming with sweat and her chest heaving. And the yoga pants she wore now didn't make it any easier to push that image out of her mind.

They clung to her curves closely, almost as closely as Lexi would've liked to, with parallel white stripes that ran up the sides of her legs from ankle to hip. She realized she was staring a good while before she was able to muster the will to stop, and just before she did, pounding music started streaming up from the basement again.

Mrs. Brookes tilted her head for a moment, then said, "Oh! This one's actually kinda good!" Lexi watched as the older woman started to move to the beat, shifting her weight from foot to foot and shaking her hips. She was far too distracted to see Mrs. Brookes' eyes in the reflection of the glass display that hung over the sink, or the mischievous smile that had crept across her face. "Some of the stuff you kids listen to these days, I just don'tgetit. But this stuff is great. I wish we had shit like this when I was growing up!" She went quiet, and gave her hips a few more emphatic shakes that sent ripples through the rest of her body, then turned to look over her shoulder.

"Y'know?"

Lexi snapped rigidly back to work, turning to the table and letting her hair fall to hide the furious blush in her cheeks as she only now started to collect plates.

"Yeah! Yeah. My parents-" her mouth felt dry as she spoke, and she tried as best she could to keep her voice from cracking. "-my parents don't really like a lot of my stuff. But they're not really big music people. I mean, I guess I'm not either, but..."

She trailed off, turning her attention to the precarious pile of plates she'd constructed while only half-thinking. They rattled as she carried them over to the sink, and clinked as she set them down next to Mrs. Brookes. Her hair was still down like a curtain between herself and the woman, but even with the thin veil between them she could feel a certain heat washing over her body as though radiating from the older woman in waves. She could feel her gaze, too, as she looked up from the sink and flashed a smile that shone even through Lexi's hair.

"Thanks so much, hun! You're always such a sweetie, I could just kiss 'ya."

Lexi had been in the process of responding, but the comment left her dumbstruck. "Ye-yeah! It's no- I always, uh, think I should be, um, helping?"

Mrs. Brookes chuckled. "Well if you keep it up, I might just try and keep you! There'splentyof things around the house I could use an extra pair of hands on."

She caught herself staring again, though this time more coincidentally as she tried to wrestle the words away from the implication that her brain seemed eager to interpret. Her efforts weren't helped as Mrs. Brookes started to dance again, timing the sharp bumps of her hips with the bursts of water from the spray nozzle. As she did, Lexi noticed that no small amount of water was sort of ricocheting back to wet her tanktop. She seemed not to notice, but Lexi felt the urge to say something before it got even harder to form complete sentences.

"O-Oh, um, your shir-"

"Sure! Show me what you got!"

A split second of confusion preceded the clattering of the dish in Mrs. Brookes' hand falling into the sink, and her soapy, warm hands somehow finding their way to Lexi's. Before she could recognize what was happening, Lexi was stiffly mirroring what she then recognized as dancing.

She'd never reallydancedbefore. It'd always struck her as a scary thing, something that'd put her in the spotlight far more than she ever wanted to be. But there was something about the way it was now that was almost freeing, in a sense. Mrs. Brookes wasn't even looking at her, rather her eyes were closed as she seemed to focus on her own movements. She looked almost like the flame of a candle as she pulled Lexi along in her movements. She couldn't quite keep up, but it occurred to her that she might like to.

And the water on Mrs. Brookes' tanktop made her bra line even more obvious than it already was.

Her chest seemed to be at odds with her clothes, trying to spill out wherever it could. It couldn't be comfy, Lexi thought, to be stuffed so tightly into a bra like that. But she had to admit the effect was almost hypnotic. There was more breast here in front of her than all the girls downstairs had between them. Lexi found her fingers curling as she imagined what they might feel like if she were to reach out and touch them. She could even see two slightly raised bumps. Did that mean-?

She was pulled out of her wondering as Mrs. Brookes looked her in the face and smiled as she let her hands go. "Sorry! I get a little carried away sometimes. You're a better sport about it than Terry!" Her body continued to wiggle, but she didn't look away from Lexi's face. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue, piercing and sharp but somehow inviting and warm all at once. How long would she let Lexi look?

But her wandering came to an abrupt halt when her eyes flicked downward, and she turned away to hide a smirk. Lexi did the same, and found to her absolute horror that she'd pitched a rather obvious tent in her sweatpants.

She turned, burying her hands in her face and fighting to contain burning tears of embarrassment. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry, God, I didn't mean- It wasn't- I just sort of-"

A hand touched her shoulder, and the momentary surprise let a single isolated sob slip from Lexi's chest. The hand pressed, gently spinning her around, and she found the older woman looking softly back. "Hun, it happens. I remember when I was a teen, even by your age I was still running rampant-" She seemed distracted by a selection of very choice memories for a moment before shaking her head and clearing her throat. "-but we don't need to get into all that. It happens. Hell, I take it as a compliment! If you wanna just leave it at that and go back downstairs, I understand."

Her tone suggested there was another option, but said nothing else. Lexi still felt a tight knot of shame in her chest, but that was far from the only feeling she had.

"I think..." she trailed off, and glanced back at Mrs. Brookes, who nodded encouragingly. "... I mean, they'll see if I go back. Maybe I could-"

"Y'wanna help a little more?" Mrs. Brookes let her shoulder go, and stepped back. "I was gonna whip up a quick dessert for everyone, and cooking usually helps me calm down."

Lexi took a second to think. The smartest thing would be to say no. Despite how kind Mrs. Brookes was being, staying around would only open herself up to further embarrassment. And besides, she didn't want to seem like a creep. Maybe, if she stayed, it would come off as continuing to perv on the older woman. But if that was so, she wouldn't have offered the chance, would she? Maybe she was just being polite? But she seemed so genuine! She always seemed so genuine. God, what a woman. What a woman! What she wouldn't give to be so close to her every day.

Christ, why was thinking so hard?

At length, she nodded. "I can help out, if you're okay with that, I mean"

Mrs. Brookes snorted, as though the thing she'd just said was ridiculous. "Hun, you're one of the sweetest kids I've ever met. And, I mean, if you think of me later, I don't really mind."

Before she could begin unpacking that last bit, Mrs. Brookes reached past her. "S'cuse me, just need the ol' recipe book here-"

In her desperation to not make things any more weird, Lexi practically jumped out of the way.

Mrs. Brookes came down on top of her, landing a little less spread eagle than Lexi but enough that it didn'tparticularlyhurt.

Lexi's eyes went wide as she realized what had happened. Mrs. Brookes'weightpressed down on her, somehow simultaneously pushing the air from her lungs but seeming entirely weightless. She couldn't feel her own body at all, only the one on top of her, and she'd fallen such that her chest was right in Lexi's face.

Immediately the sensation suffused her entire being. The smell of her skin and her sweat and her flowery deodorant, the warmth of her skin, her hair dangling down and tickling the younger girl's face-

She'd never been so hard in her life.

A beat passed, creeping by like it was enjoying the show. The two women looked into each other's eyes, and Lexi watched the shock and surprise fade from Mrs. Brookes' face, replaced with a smirk that seemed to suggest things were not quite as accidental as they seemed. Instead of getting up, Mrs. Brookes lowered herself, taking just a little of the weight off her arms and letting her body press down a little more.

Lexi tried desperately to think, but couldn't. It was too much. The urge to reach up and grab a hold of the woman was strong,sostrong, but what if she was wrong? What if she didn't want any of this? It would be a disaster, possibly even ruin her verylife.

Her chest was literally heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Each ragged inhale brought more of Mrs. Brookes smells, each moment allowed more of the older woman's body to settle on top and leave an imprint on her very soul. She'd never felt she belonged anywhere more than here, beneath this woman.

Lurid thoughts ran rampant through her mind, scenarios she'd concocted late many nights much like this one. Mrs. Brookes smiled as if she could see them, and smiled.

"Oops! How clumsy of me. It was a good thing you were here to break my fall! But if you're going to look at me like that-" A sound from the stairs caught both of their attentions. Footsteps approached, and the flirty tone evaporated from Mrs. Brookes' voice. "-shit. Come on!"

She clambered off the teen and grunted as she got to her feet. Lexi felt like her whole body had gotten both numb and more sensitive at once, and barely understood what Mrs. Brookes could mean. She looked back up at her with a confused, half-lidded expression. She stirred, though, when the older woman glanced down at her and whispered, "Get up!"

Obeying was easy. Natural, even. Her limbs shook as she got to her feet just as the basement door thudded open.

Terry spilled through the door, leaning into the kitchen with a half-concerned, half-annoyed look on her face.

"Mom? Did you drop something? Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yes dear, Lexi was just helping me with the dishes! Weren't you, Lexi?"

She'd gotten to her feet by now, and suddenly realized her friend was looking right at her. Could she tell? Did she know? She nodded. "I, uh, dropped something."

Terry gave her an odd look. "Are you okay? You lookreallyred."

She was still reeling, but tried her hardest to respond coherently, and ignore the fact that the tip of her cock was starting to poke out from her waistband.

"Yeah-? Yeah! I just... dropped something."

Her eyes narrowed. "On your head?"

"Terry!" Her mother snapped, and she leaned forward on the island as she continued. Lexi tried, and failed, to avoid glancing down at her rear every couple seconds. Was she wiggling it that way on purpose? "Don't be mean to your friend! She's helping me fix you and the rest of your little goblins some dessert, so you better be nice!"

Terry's shoulders squared a bit as she said "I'm not making fun of her! She sounds..." she shook her head. "Whatever. Just don't concuss my friend!"

With that, she turned to leave. As if she'd been waiting for that, Mrs. Brookes pushed her rear out a little more, until she could feel Lexi. The teen thought about stepping back, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Mrs. Brookes' ass seemed so big, and so round, and her yoga pants were so tight that she could see the outline of her panties. She stayed put, too nervous to do anything but look down in awe.

Terry halted and turned, however, looking back into the kitchen. "What are you making, though?"

Lexi expected her host to pull back when her child turned back, but she didn't. In fact, she started giving her hips a little wiggle, barely perceptible to the eye butverynoticeable to the touch. Despite this, the mother's tone didn't change at all.

"Nosey!"

"Well, I wanna know!"

Her mother gave a dramatic sigh, and a little bounce against Lexi's crotch. "Cinnamon rolls. Is that acceptable,your highness?"

A smug smile worked its way across Terry's face that quickly worked itself into something like a cartoonish regalness. "Isupposethat will do. Just be sure to have myhandmaidback before too long. We may have need of her services."

"Of course, your majesty, of course!" She straightened up, stepping back from the island counter and pushing Lexi back a pace or two as she did. The space between them hardly changed, though, as she ran Lexi all the way into the opposite counter, and pressed up firmly against her. Her ass squished into Lexi's hips, and the poor girl was now trapped, her skin practically burning with a rosy hue.

"It shall be done! Only give us lowly servants some time, good Lady, and she will be yours again."

The exchange of joking pleasantries continued for a few more moments, but Lexi heard none of it. All she could do was stare down at the rear she'd thought about for so long that was now firmly fixing her in place. It was just as well, she felt so lightheaded that she wouldn't have been able to say much. Eventually she heard the stair door close again, and Mrs. Brookes let out a breath.

"I thought she'd never leave. Sorry baby, how are you back there?"

Lexi didn't know how to answer. Saying anything at all seemed like a herculean feat, she could barely manage to breathe. Her hands had gone to the only place she could think to put them, the countertop, where she maintained a white-knuckle grip as though she might suddenly be blown away. Mrs. Brookes looked over her shoulder and gave her rear another shake.

"Awh, what's the matter? Feeling a little distracted? I can't imagine why that would be!"

She gave a few more bounces as she watched Lexi's expression go dumber and dumber. The girl looked like she could barely hold herself up, and her complexion had become quite the interesting mix of ghostly pale and burning red. She was utterly helpless to pull her gaze away, and that fact thrilled the older woman. It'd been too long since she felt like this! Maybe it was going a little far, but wasn't she doing the young lady a favor?

Lexi's legs felt like jelly. She could hardly feel them at all, though. It felt like the sensation of the ass gyrating against her was clogging up her brain. The music from the basement was starting to acquire a tinny ringing that she could recognize as usually being a precursor to a fainting spell. She opened her mouth to say something, but when she managed to look back to Mrs. Brooks' face, the woman beat her to it.

"Gosh, it looks like you're about to fall over! Here, I'll give you something to hold onto."

She reached back, and with a gentle but firm grip took a hold of Lexi's wrist. She thought of resisting, but only because of a vague feeling that she ought to. Why would she? Still, her heart felt like it was going to beat its way out of her chest as her hand was placed to Mrs. Brooks' belly. Her fingers met with soft skin, so warm to the touch and plush that she felt she could sink right into it. But she'd never touched anyone like this before, and worried about hurting her new partner.

As if reading her mind, Mrs. Brooks guided her hand up along her belly towards her chest. "Go ahead, baby! No need to be shy!"

She obliged, clumsily groping higher, feeling the weight of the chest in her hand. It was heavier than she'd imagined, and larger than she could fit in her palm. It seemed like a sensible thing to try and fit it, and she adjusted, then readjusted her grip in an attempt to fit it. Her efforts were rewarded with a change in the woman's demeanor. Her breaths grew heavier as Lexi palmed at her breasts, bringing her other hand around as well to try to grab them as best she could. She should be able to, right? But they spilled over her fingers, or would've, if it weren't for her bra.

Her bra! She could feel it now, and took a moment to trace along its edge with a shaking finger. Pillowy flesh strained against the top, trying its best to escape the bonds of the tight fabric. Had she worn it intentionally? Did she know that Lexi would be looking? That couldn't be, she'd always been so careful. But-

"Mmph! That's it, baby! You can touch whatever you want. I've seen how you look at me. You've been wanting this for a long time, haven't you?" The heady thrill of the situation chilled a little as she said that. Lexi stopped as the ringing grew louder in her ears, and might've pulled away if Mrs. Brooks didn't press her to the counter a little harder and leaned back so that they were about as close to being face-to-face as they could be. "Ah-ah! Ilikeit, baby! Like I said, you remind me of myself when I was your age. Of course, I've always been prettybold.I just can't help myself! I don't think you can, either. You just need a little help."