Allison19 years of age
5'4", 112 lbs, 35C-24-35
Dress size: 2
Brunette hair, colored auburn
Deep hazel eyes
Allison watched in silence -- and with a bit of a tickled smile -- as Robert rush around his and his wife's bedroom rounding up this and that and the other thing for their evening out with friends. She'd been sitting for their two small children for going on six months now, and in all that time she'd never seen him prepared to head out the door when she arrived. Allison had suggested -- politely, of course -- that he put his wallet, keys, cell phone, and other such necessities all in one place when he got home; and he'd claimed with embarrassed laughter on multiple occasions that he'd at least attempted to follow her advice, only to return to his habit of laying his important things down near the last place he'd used them.
The teen-for-a-bit-longer had learned to simply stand back and make herself available, should he suddenly remember where something was and ask her to retrieve it. He suddenly stuck his head up from beyond the bed where he was on his hands and knees searching under the lamp table and called to her excitedly, "Book case, next to the dining room table. Cell phone. Could you?"
"I'd be more than happy to," she said with a giggle, turning and hurrying down the stairs. She reached the kitchen, found the phone exactly where is should -- or shouldn't -- have been, then turned, stopping short at the sight of Robert's wife. She looked the woman up and down, saying, "Wow! You look wonderful. Where are the two of you going tonight?"
As she listened, Allison casually looked Robert's wife over with what might have looked like a yearning expression if the mother of two was paying close attention. Allison had been slowly but surely finding herself very intrigued by the lady of the house as time went on. Intrigued...? No. That wasn't the word. Interested in? Closer, but still not right. In all honesty, Allison had been finding herself more and more physically attracted to the still young looking beauty standing before her now.
Allison had never really thought of herself as a lesbian. She liked boys, or men these days. She'd had her share of kissy-kissy boyfriends growing up; and after losing her virginity to a college sophomore during her own junior year of high school, she'd taken a liking to men a half dozen years or so older than her.
But then, she'd met Kimberly at a sorority party and discovered the wonders of what a woman could do for, to, and with yet another woman. Oh, Allison had continued dating males and occasionally had a bit of fun with other women. But her studies had caused a lull in her sex life for the past several months at the same time that she'd begun noticing how incredible Robert's wife was.
And now, all Allison could think of was this beauty preparing to go out on the town with her husband.
