Merri Thanksgiving

This story takes place in 1997, a year after Merri took me to bed in The Nurse and The Nanny. I suggest reading that story first in order to give this one much needed context.
Dedicated to the real life Merri: your patience all those years ago developed my love of all things erotic and kinky, and your friendship now is a constant source of joy. Thank you.
Like the other story involving my friend Merri this one is about sexual emotion as much as actual sex, so be patient.
It's a flashback story, that takes place in 1997. Writing it that way was important to me because there are several elements to this story that are based on actual events in my life.
As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about std's or the need for birth control.
Featuring:
Merri: A thirty year old nurse who hired me as a nanny fourteen months before this story started.
Sabrina: a fictionalized version of myself at age twenty-one. By this time, I was still an awkward dork, but my relationship with Merri had gone a long way towards bringing me out of my shell. She convinced me that my sexual desires were normal and that my sexual needs were nothing to be ashamed of.
As always, I enjoy your comments and private messages here on Literotica. Unlike most of my other stories my emotions about the very real relationship I had with Merri are very real, so please be nice if you can.
IsabellaEmily
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I'm Sabrina. Let me tell you another piece of my story.
It was November of 1997 and I was in my second year of community college. I was a few months past my twenty-first birthday, and still pretty shy and awkward around crowds, but that had changed a lot over the preceding year.
I'd been working for Merri since the start of the last school year, starting as an after-school babysitter, and quickly taking on some cooking and cleaning duties for the busy single mom and her kids.
Before too many weeks of employment were over Merri took over the rec room on the bottom floor of their split-level house as her own bedroom, complete with walk in shower and hot tub, and unofficially promoted me to 'nanny'.
Along with the new title came her old master bedroom upstairs. This gave me my own bathroom and closet space, so I could stay over whenever I needed to.
Since she worked second shift, we found it was easier for me to stay over most nights, and my parents approved since the job afforded me plenty of time to study.
My relationship with Merri was comfortable, and I'd come to regard her as a sort of big sister. She shared tips about makeup and hair with me, and we'd often stay up late together talking about boys and dating and movies.
Before long I grew comfortable enough to ask her some dating advice, and that added a dimension to our relationship that quickly came to include talking about sex as well.
Since my only experience up to that point had been masturbation I had a lot of questions, and Merri was very intuitive about some of my worries and worked to reassure me that my fantasies and interest in kink were perfectly healthy and normal.
One night in early December a blizzard came through town, shutting down all the schools and cancelling almost everyone's plans. Her ex-husband was a teacher, so the kids got an unexpected long weekend with him, and Merri was sent home from work early.
With just the two of us alone in the house we sat up late talking, and the conversation became very sexual and flirtatious, and she tenderly took me into her bed, and guided me through receiving and giving my first sexual pleasure with a partner.
That evening obviously changed things between us, but not in any awkward or frustrating ways. We didn't start sharing a bed, or being necessarily romantic with each other, or even try to define what had changed.
Instead, we simply added something new to our already existing relationship, and that was an element of sexual exploration. She was happy to teach me things about my own body, and about how to arouse hers.
I was still primarily attracted to guys. All my romantic fantasies involved guys, and whenever I experienced a crush or attraction to someone it was almost always a male. But Merri had helped me confront the reality that sexually, I was equally drawn to both genders.
I discovered that her arousal could add to my own, and that my arousal would increase hers. Together we shared hours of orgasmic exploration and pleasure.
She worked second shift, and I'd often fall asleep on the couch waiting for her. When she got home, she'd wake me up and lead me into her bedroom, where we'd take turns exploring each other's bodies and sharing orgasms.
Usually, I'd retreat to my own bed afterwards, partly for appearances sake, and partly because both of us wanted to be careful not to over complicate our friendship and sexual relationship with any 'living together' baggage.
Most mornings I'd get up and get the tandoğan escort kids off to school, letting her sleep in. Once they were gone, if I didn't have to head out to class, I'd crawl back into bed with her and snuggle until she got up at noon.
Sometimes the snuggling led to one of us becoming aroused, and those midmorning lovemaking sessions proved to be my favorite. They were unhurried, exploratory, comfortable, and each of us felt free to do what we wanted.
Sometimes we would masturbate side by side. Sometimes one of us would masturbate while the other watched. Sometimes I'd finger myself to orgasm while she gently held me. Sometimes we'd finger each other or be excessively oral.
I learned to ask for what I wanted or what my body needed, and she was patient with me, sometimes making love to me softly and slowly, and other times aggressively rough as she used my body for her own pleasure.
When the kids were with their father for the weekend we'd sleep in the same bed after having sex, or in the living room in front of the fireplace, or in my bed upstairs. Basically, we'd cuddle together and fall asleep wherever we happened to be when we were done pleasuring each other.
Over that long winter she taught me how to increase and prolong the need to orgasm, until the need to tip over the edge into pulsing abandon became deliciously unbearable.
I was more than happy to learn from her, and perversely enthusiastic about trying out all the different ways I'd been imagining sharing pleasure.
Thanks to Merri I was now able to admit to myself that being drawn to women wasn't something to be ashamed of or something I had to ignore. While I still craved sex with a male, I now embraced that being attracted to other women was a part of my life.
As much as I'd been enjoying my time with Merri, I was ready to take another step.
I'd found myself fantasizing about being fucked by a real cock.
Physically I was no longer a virgin.
I'd remedied that a while ago during a long masturbation with a round bright pink plastic hairbrush. It wasn't very big, but over the course of many months I got used to the sexual satisfaction of having something push into my wet pussy.
As for being penetrated by a sexual partner Merri had taken me past that point with a vibrator one Saturday morning in January when we'd been alone for the weekend.
It was something we'd planned for and talked about, and the night before she'd let me use my fingers and tongue to cause her several orgasmic surges of pleasure.
After she'd had her third orgasm, she'd pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed on top of me and proceeded to spend nearly two hours on foreplay.
She'd kissed, touched, rubbed, licked, caressed, and tickled every inch of my body until I was shaking and begging for an orgasm.
She'd then taken me into the shower and scrubbed me from head to toe, and then we soaked in her hot tub.
My body was in a state of arousal I'd never experienced before and soaking in the dark room with scented candles flickering was equal parts relaxing and exhilarating, with her fingers and toes randomly brushing against my skin and causing my body to needfully respond.
After the soak we crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep with our nude bodies pressed against each other. I spent the night having a series of sexual dreams, and several times I woke up with my pussy wet and throbbing with her hand gently cupping me in her sleep.
In the morning she woke me up by kissing and licking my breasts, and my body responded by picking up right where it had been the night before.
She'd crawled up next to me and wrapped one arm around me, gently holding and kissing me while her other hand guided a vibrator along my inner thighs and against my wet lips.
After what seemed like hours of kissing and teasing, she'd pushed the vibrator against my opening and worked it up inside me.
I'd expected a bit of pain, but instead I felt a sharp stinging sensation that was almost pleasurable, and then it was quickly replaced by a feeling of being erotically stretched and probed by the stiff toy.
Just as I'd gotten used to the feel of it inside me she turned it on and pressed her lips to mine, and I felt a delicious buzzing deep inside my cunt as the toy massaged my most sensitive parts from the inside.
I whimpered and grabbed at her body with my hands, sucking on her tongue and feeling my hips begin to grind against the mattress out of my control.
My whimpers were replaced by moans as my pleasure grew and grew around that buzzing toy. When the sensations became too much, I closed my eyes as tight as I could and clenched my entire body, quivering with tension until it gave way to a pulsing explosion.
I howled and howled as those quick and steady vibrations teased my cunt through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, pleasure welling up within me and bursting so many times I lost count.
Eventually sincan escort the pleasure turned into a peaceful feeling, and I fell back asleep, with the now quiet vibrator still inside me and her fingers gently tracing a pattern on my inner thigh.
When I woke up, she was staring at me, looking deeply into my eyes.
"Wow." I whispered.
"You're not a virgin anymore." She said quietly.
"I think that went away way back the first time you made me cum." I answered softly.
"I think you're right." She said. "But now it's official. Your beautiful and delicious cunt has been fucked."
She leaned in and kissed me, and before the day was over both of us were fucked by buzzing vibrators as we held each other and shared several orgasms and whispered endearments.
The vibrators were only things we used when we had the house to ourselves, and that added a special element of pleasure to them.
We still shared orgasms together almost nightly, and the talks we shared together late at night continued to be both erotic and lustful.
But I had yet to experience a real cock and found myself thinking about that more and more as the year wore on. By the time fall was ready to give way to winter again I found myself more and more preoccupied with the thought of a real cock penetrating me.
Finally, the Friday before Thanksgiving, with the kids with their grandparents for the weekend, Merri and I were up late cuddled together on the couch, holding hands, and watching an old slasher movie with the volume low.
Our conversation was veering back and forth from the movie to sex.
"What does it feel like?" I asked her quietly as our eyes were glued to the television.
"Being stabbed with a pitchfork?" she asked. "I imagine that it probably hurts like a bitch."
"Not that." I giggled. "A real cock. How different does it feel from the vibrator?"
"A lot better than the pitchfork that's for sure. Just ask Titsy Blondegirl laying on the barn floor there." She gestured towards the television with a handful of popcorn. "She's had both in the past four minutes."
"Based on her screams though she enjoyed the pitchfork more." I offered, stuffing popcorn in my mouth.
"That's a fair point." Merri agreed. "But she looks like she's tried out lots of cock in her young life. That's the only pitchforking she's ever going to get."
We giggled together, watching yet another cheerleader wander into the creepy barn to look for her horny friends.
"But a cock feels a lot different." She said. "A lot."
"Better?" I asked. "Or just different?"
"It's better because it's attached to a real person, and if you make them hard then you know you're making them feel good. It's sort of like proof that you're doing it right." She said.
"I didn't think of that." I said. "But I never have to get the vibrator in the mood. It's ready whenever I am."
"It's not hard to turn a man on." She giggled. "But it is fun to feel his cock react to the things you can do to it."
"So it's better?" I asked. "You know, while it's inside?"
"I don't know that thinking in terms of one being better than the other is the right way to consider it." She said. "They're both different, and the differences can make each one really great."
"A real cock can't vibrate." I agreed. "But doesn't it feel sexier?"
"It's hotter." She said. "A stiff cock is really warm to touch, and that heat feels so good against your lips and clit."
I didn't say anything, but my eyes were glued to Merri, the movie forgotten, as I felt my belly tighten.
"But vibrating isn't the only perk of a vibrator," she continued, "the vibe will never do anything you don't want it to do. It won't cum and get soft before you're done, it won't pull out and try to stick itself into your ass or mouth."
"Mine's been in my mouth." I giggled. "And so has yours."
"True," she conceded, "but never at the expense of my orgasm. Guys sometimes pick the worst moment to make that switch."
"What about when they, you know, cum?" I asked. "What does that feel like?"
"That's absolutely heavenly." She said. "Another thing that no toy can compete with, is feeling a cock throb inside your hole as it pumps a bunch of slippery cum up into you."
"Wow." I whispered. "I want to feel that."
"Which part?" she whispered.
"All of it." I said. "I love everything we do together Merri. I never imagined orgasms could feel the way they do when you and I are together. But I really do want to try a cock."
"Well the holidays are coming up." She said with a wink. "Unless you have your eye on a specific guy maybe I can arrange something."
"Really?" I asked. "Are you serious?"
"Of course." She said. "What sort of sex mentor would I be if I didn't help you find some a real live erection to play with?"
I giggled and blushed at the same time, aware that my panties were positively drenched with my sıhhiye escort lust.
"As long as you're really ready." She said. "Take a few days and think about it. It will always be there if you wait. But once you cross that line, you can't go back."
I nodded and put my head on her shoulder, knowing that her words made sense, but wishing there was a man here right now to push his cock into me.
We sat silently for a few more minutes, staring at the movie in the dark room, enjoying being close to each other. She shifted a bit on the couch and pulled me against her so that I was leaning my back against her.
Under the blanket her arm wrapped around me, and I felt her fingers pulling at my shirt until I felt her fingertips against my bare belly.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, savoring the skin-on-skin contact.
She traced her fingers down to my belly button, tickling me there for just a moment before moving down even further. She worked her fingers into my jeans, and I felt my panties stretch as she pushed her fingers past the elastic waistband.
I felt her fingers against my pubic hair and then she found my clit.
"Oh fuck yes." I whispered, shifting my hips as I felt her finger against the stiff evidence of my arousal.
"You're fucking soaked." She whispered, her mouth against my ear. "Do you want to finish the movie and cum later, or cum now?"
"I want to cum Merri." I panted. "Please? Now?"
She put a finger on each side of my clit and started a rhythmic up and down motion, using my own arousal as lubricant as my stiff clit responded to her fingers.
I grabbed her arm and squeezed, biting her shoulder as I felt an orgasm approach.
I looked towards the stairs before remembering that we were alone. She clicked the tv off and the room plunged into darkness.
"Don't hold back. I want you to cum just like this." She said, her tongue flicking against my ear. "Just let it happen whenever it happens."
I groaned as she kissed my earlobe again. Her fingers began to strum me faster, and I felt her other hand slide inside my shirt and push my bra up so she could feel my breast.
She started to roll my nipple between her fingers, and she pinched my clit and started to rub it even faster.
"I'm close." I whispered, clutching her arm.
"Just let it happen Sabrina." She softly with her mouth on my ear. "Cum for me."
I felt myself fall over the edge, and my orgasm surged through me. I dug my nails into her arm and humped against her hand as I opened my mouth wide and screamed, trembling with pleasure and need.
She pulled me around and kissed me, gently and passionately.
She picked the popcorn bowl up from the floor and put it on the coffee table, and then stood up and reached for my hand.
In the dark room she pulled me to my feet, and I felt her pull me along towards her bedroom.
Once inside her room she pushed me against the doorframe and kissed me, her wet mouth taking my tongue as I pushed it against her own.
She pulled my shirt up over my head, and I helped her take it off. I unsnapped my jeans and pushed them over my hips and stepped out of them as she unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor.
Her clothes joined mine on the floor, and she took my hand and led me to the bed. She guided me onto my hands and knees, and I felt her hot breath against the back of my thigh.
She didn't hesitate, pushing her mouth against my leg and licking her way up my bottom, her wet tongue flicking along my skin and causing me to moan in anticipation.
I felt her hands on my hips, and she pulled me towards her as I felt her lips against my anus. I moaned again as she licked me there, her tongue exposing exactly how sensitive that most untouched part of me was.
I clutched the blanket in my fists, with need as her hands grasped my ass and pulled, exposing my entire back crack to her.
I felt her fingers against my dripping pussy, and her tongue stabbed into my ass as her fingers strummed over my clit.
"Oh god Merri! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna!" I grunted.
Her fingers moved faster against my throbbing clit, and I felt a spasm of pure pleasure tear through me, sharp and intense.
Merri pushed me flat on the bed and rolled me over, her fingers pushing into my wet hole as her mouth moved against my clit, sucking it hard as I felt another orgasm begin to well up inside of me.
"I'm gonna go again!" I whispered, pinching my nipple.
She bit my clitoris gently between her teeth and my hips began to roll up and down, pushing my slippery cunt against her face.
"It's gonna..." I whispered, feeling suspended between the inevitability of the orgasm and its first hot spasm.
Her finger flexed against my g-spot and my body exploded, pleasure flooding my senses as I arched and moaned beneath her on the bed.
With my clit still throbbing she crawled up my body, and knelt astride my head, pushing her slippery cunt lips against my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pushed my tongue into her slit, loving the taste of her aroused nectar.
"Hard." She grunted. "Suck my clit hard baby."
I found her clit with my mouth, and sucked, feeling her start to grind herself against my mouth, working slowly to keep her sensitive button in constant contact with my mouth.