Laura's Moment Ch. 03

"I saw you."

"You saw what Emma?"

No response from Emma.

"You saw what Emma? what did you see? Tell me please. Emma?"

Emma looked up at her. She looked right in to Laura's face and with a face devoid of any real discernable expression barely whispered,

"You were bent over the toilet with the lid down and Angela had her mouth on your bottom. You had your pants down ... and ... she was eating your poo."

Laura stared at her. So many emotions went through her head. She was angry at Emma for 'stalking' her, angry with Angela for not checking the door, but mostly angry at having her secret discovered. She did not know what to say or do. Emma was staring at her, her face now an open expression of curiosity.

"Is that what she was doing to you?"

Laura stared at her. She wanted to run, but felt rooted to the spot but at the same time there was something about Emma's curious innocence that made her stay and made her want to answer.

"Yes Emma, she was eating my poo. She likes it and so do I. It's something that we do together."

Emma studied her face and then slowly spoke.

"I couldn't believe it. I never knew people did that."

Laura sighed. Fuck. Her secret now out in the open, it seemed pointless to hide anything. Emma looked at her through bloodshot eyes and continued,

"I went home and looked it up. It's called Scat you know."

"Yes Emma, I know."

"I watched some videos of it. I watched women do it to other women. They seemed to enjoy it."

"I like it Emma."

Emma looked at her. She seemed to be wrestling with her thoughts again, After a few moments she seemed to come to a decision and continued,

"One day I tried it."

Laura stared at her.

"I did it in the bathroom when mum and dad were out. I put a plate down and then did it on the plate. I put my tongue on it. It tasted bitter and strong."

"I don't know what to say Emma. I never imagined having this conversation with anyone, let alone you of all people."

"I forced myself to bite a bit. I held it in my mouth and then it wasn't so bad. I ate some of it."

Laura stared at her.

"Why are you telling me this Emma?"

Emma looked up at her. Her head was tilted to the side slightly and her dress gaped open and Laura could see her right nipple clearly.

"I wanted to know what it was like."

"And now you know, what do you think?"

Emma seemed uncomfortable and squirmed on the wall.

"I like it. I've done it lots of times since then. The last time was this morning. Last Monday afternoon, when you went to the loo, I followed you. Whilst you were in the far cubicle, I was next to the broken one. I heard you go and I did to. I reached down and ate it."

Laura stared at her shaking her head. She could barely believe that insecure Emma could even talk about this let alone do it, but there was something about her that was suddenly so different. Even in her drunken state she seemed to know her mind and she seemed so determined to continue. Emma squirmed and wriggled again. She giggled slightly - the alcohol was still most certainly doing what it does best...

"Bad Emma, naughty Emma..."

She looked down at the ground again. Laura looked at her. She felt sad and sorry for her and Emma's recent revelations didn't change that. She reached a hand out to touch her cheek,

'Bad Emma..."

"Come on Em, you're not bad."

"I am Laura, I've had a an accident."

Laura looked down at her. Even in the deep twilight she could see the stain on the front of her dress and the shimmer of water running down her left leg.

She lowered her self to Emma's height and spoke to her gently.

"Listen Em, there's nothing bad about you. You are young and you're experimenting and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Yes, but I want to do it with you Laura."

She looked up at Laura and Laura could see tears in her eyes again.

"Why Emma, why would you want to do that with me?"

"Because I love you Laura and I want to do it with you. I want to do it with you. I want to eat from you."

"But I have a girlfriend Emma."

"I know."

A long pause hung in the air.

"Come on Emma, we need to get you back and cleaned up."

"I've made a mess Laura."

"Yes sweetheart I know, It's OK. Let's get up Em."

With that, Laura reached her arm out and helped Emma up. She seemed steadier on her feet than before. Her shoes were wet and then Laura saw that the back of her dress clung to her.

"Hold the front of your dress, we need to get inside and up to the room."

"Laura held Emma around the waist again and slowly they walked in to the hotel. Thankfully the foyer was empty and the left was waiting on the ground floor. Laura pressed the button and quickly she helped Emma in. The smell of Emma's accident was quite strong in the confined space. She quietly leaned back and saw the back of her dress was caked brown and there were brown stains running down her legs.

"come to my room Emma I'll clean you up."

Looking straight ahead, Emma nodded slowly. The lift seemed to crawl to the eight floor but when it did arrive, the doors opened on to a quiet corridor. Laura helped Emma to the door and then she opened it, she spoke,

"Let's get you in to the bathroom Em."

Laura helped the slightly wobbly Emma into the bath and then asked her to take the dress off. Emma refused.

"Come on Em, I need to get you cleaned up. There's nothing you've got that I haven't seen before."

You'll laugh at me. You'll think I'm deformed as well."

"Emma, I won't laugh. I promise, hand on heart I won't laugh."

Emma studied Laura for a few moments. Her face showed indecision and worry and she chewed her lower lip. Her fists clenched and then, after a few more moments deliberation she nodded.

"Lift your arms up Em."

Slowly, almost reluctantly Emma lifted her arms straight above her head. The bottom of the dress rose up above her knees and Laura could see slight brown stains trail down her legs.

Laura held the hem and slid the free up. Emma's camisole came with it. Laura dropped the torn soiled dress in to the sink and smiled at Emma. Immediately Emma dropped her arm protectively to cover her chest. Her charcoal pants were more baggy maxi than skimpy and sexy.

"Not so bad was it?"

Emma looked like she was about to cry. She clenched her fists again and bit her lower lip. Laura reached out her hand to touch hers. Emma seemed to freeze. Then she looked at Laura.

"Do you think I'm ugly?"

"No Emma, not at all. I think you're quite lovely."

Emma sniffed and slowly her arms dropped to her sides. Laura looked at her body. Emma's breasts were tiny but her aureola were pronounced and slightly puffy and her nipples pale pink and in the cool bathroom, prominent. Laura reached out her hand again.

"Let's take your panties off Em."

Emma flinched and drew back slightly. After a moment she seemed to relax and nodded. Slowly Laura reached out both hands and gripping the elastic she slowly slid them down. The sticky waste stuck to the gusset and Laura peeled them off her and let them drop in to the bath. Emma's movement had been semi-solid and the waste had spread up the front to mat her fine black pubic hair, Laura looked at her Mons and inwardly gasped. Even through the widespread mess Laura could see that Emma had large thick inner lips that hung some way down from her body, maybe an inch and a half. But what surprised Laura more was the size of Emma's clitoris. It was thick and prominent and protruded forwards about three quarters of an inch, The top part was hooded but the clitoris was smooth shiny and overall it reminded Laura of a small penis. Laura felt Emma staring at her.

Laura looked up, her face full of understanding.

"Emma, women come in all shapes and sizes. You have long lips and a very large clitoris and believe me when I tell you this, some women would beg to have what you have."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Really, really."

"Come on, turn around, we need to get you cleaned up."

Emma slowly turned around, lifted her arms up and placed her head on her arms resting against the wall of the bath. Laura twisted around and reached for the toilet roll. Unravelling a large wad of it she turned back and slowly bought the paper to Emma's bottom. Emma flinched. Laura reassured her,

It's OK Em, we'll be done soon."

Emma made a small noise of agreement and Laura wiped her hand over the semi solid clumps, scraping them on to the tissue. Twisting around again she threw the paper in the bowl, unravelled more and went back to cleaning Emma. This time, with a firmer touch she rubbed the tissue in to the crease of Emma's small bottom, and indeed it was a small bottom with cheeks separate and rounded. Laura cleaned deeper again removing more waste until she could see the outline of Emma's small puckered anus. As she touched it with the tissue, she saw it contract slightly, Laura felt a tingling between her legs, a sense of arousal that along with the smell of waste was sending an all too familiar lubricating sensation to her vagina. Without even realizing it, she licked her lips.

"There, we'll turn the shower on in a minute and clean you up, but turn around so I can clean your front."

Emma lifted her head away from the wall and slowly dropped her arms to her side and carefully turned around, She looked at Laura,

"Thank you Laura for helping me. I feel so stupid. You must think I'm an idiot."

Laura shook her head.

"No Emma, not at all. I think you've had a terrible time and I think people have been horrible to you. They are idiots, morons... Stupid bloody morons."

Reaching out she held Emma's hand and smiled at her.

"Almost done Em."

Emma looked down as Laura gently rubbed her pubic hair of the mess and then reaching behind she turned on the water to the bath, pulled up the button for the shower attachment and turned the spray towards Emma.

"No, I want to show you."

"Show me what?"

As Laura stood kneeling by the bath, shower attachment in hand, Emma turned around. With her left hand she reached into the crack of her bottom, scraped her fingers inside and pulled out a hand full of her wet and strong smelling waste.

"Emma what are you doing?"

Without replying, Emma put her fingers in to her mouth, scraped them along her teeth and then withdrew them.

"Emma, stop it."

Laura watched as Emma opened her mouth showing her tongue coated in her waste, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Then, looking at Laura she spoke,

"See, I told you I could do it. Please Laura, let me do it to you. Please."

Laura stood transfixed. She did not know what to do. To do it would in a way be unfaithful. But Emma.... There was something about Emma that needed this and there was something else to, something that was dawning join Laura in a way she had not realized until that point. Laura really did like Emma and the affection was more than sexual. Emma's heart was thumping, her head could barely think of what to say next. She took a deep breath and spoke,

"Do you know what you're asking me Emma?"

Emma nodded and then, with a voice almost breathless with confessed emotion and pent up desire, whispered,

"I love you Laura, I've loved you for a few months now. You're... You're just what I've always dreamed of having. I ate it because I wanted to show you that I would do anything for you. Anything."

Laura's heart pounded. She just stared at Emma's face and then, without even realizing it she felt her eyes cast lower to Laura's puffy nipples and then lower again to her shit smeared clitoris and hanging creased labia. She licked he lips. Emma took a small, almost imperceptible step towards her.

Laura looked down at the bath. The water from the shower attachment swirled around Emma's feet and then slowly Laura put the attachment back on it's stand, turned off the water and using her arms to lift her body up, she got to her feet. All the while she was thinking about her life and her relationships. Never, not even in their most intimate moments had Angela expressed love towards her. Yes, there was intimacy and great caring, but love... No, not like this. Not this, not what Emma was doing.

Laura looked at Emma, reached her arms out and slowly caressed her cheek. Then, stepping forwards she moved to kiss her. Emma stepped towards her and their lips met. Slowly, uncertainty Emma kissed Laura back and then, taking the lead, Laura pushed her tongue in to Emma's mouth, tasting the strong flavors of her waste. Emma's tongue was uncertain and then, finding its true purpose she kissed back hard. In the rising heat of arousal, Laura's hands slid closer, first to the curve of her back, caressing it and then to her bottom.

She felt Emma sigh, her tongue stopped moving and then, carefully and with deliberate intent, Laura slid one finger first around her dirty rosebud, to circle it and then pushed it in.

Emma groaned and held her tight. Laura pushed in deeper, probing the greasy opening and pushing firmly feeling Emma's muscle resistance drop slightly. Gently Laura withdrew her finger and then, tracing it up her back, over her shoulder, across Emma's left nipple and then her right, she moved it towards her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she she drew her finger over her tongue and then slowing closing her mouth in a pout, she sucked it.

Emma held on to her waist and her hands gently slid up Laura's body to rest on her breasts. She moved her hands underneath and then opening her fingers she spread them wide and watched how they barely covered even half of each breast.

Laura let the finger slip from her mouth and then, looking at Emma she lifted her own hands to cover Emma's and squeezed them hard against her breasts. laura guided Emma's hands to the buttons ad then, understanding what she wanted, Emma released the top few revealing the top of her sagging breasts.

With the buttons undone Emma's cleavage gaped open. Laura reached to her dress hem and then slowly lifted the dress above her head. Lowering her large fat arms to her side Laura took hold of Emma's hands and placed them on her bra covered breasts. Emma's hands moved to caress the surface slowly, almost transfixed, but then, gaining in confidence she slipped her small fingers inside the bra to touch her pierced nipples. She rubbed each pierced nipple and Laura, reaching to her straps, slid them off her shoulders.

Laura's pendulous E cups dropped and after a moment of staring Emma lifted them.

"They are so heavy. I never imagined they would be so much Laura."

Laura nodded and smiled and reaching underneath, lifted them higher and offered them to Emma. Emma leaned forwards and so slowly she put out her tongue and touched the tip and made it wet.

"Don't be shy Em, they won't bite."

Emma leaned forwards a bit more and put her mouth over the offered teat. She kissed cautiously and them gently sucked. Laura exhaled and then reaching forwards to Emma she held her close as she continued sucking. After a few minutes of sucking Laura, breathing heavily with arousal spoke,

"Come on Em., wash your bottom and lets go to bed. It's late and you need your sleep."

So reluctantly Emma let go her mouth's hold on Laura's nipple and then slowly, whilst turning to the bath taps she said,

"You're beautiful Laura. I can't believe you're doing this with me."

And nor could Laura. She did not answer, but turned to leave the bathroom.

"Be quick Em."

She closed the bathroom door and then outside let out an audible gasp followed by,

"fuck, shit, fuck, fuck... fuck. Laura, what the fuck are you doing woman?'

Her heart and head were pounding. She felt so conflicted. She felt so confused, guilty even and she knew that she was betraying Angela. Yet, she knew that she had to do this. There was some part of Laura that had been resisting Emma; some part that had, for a few months now denied that she felt stirings and 'something' for this skinny, immature almost waif like young woman.

"Fuck it, I can't... I mustn't."

To no avail. The words came from her conscious thoughts, yet she knew that this night she was going to do something with this very young woman that was going to change both of their lives. She had no idea where this was going, but Laura, standing in just her panties behind the bathroom door panting knew that when Emma came out of that room, life was not going to be the same.

Laura looked at her self in the mirror above the dresser and shook her head. Her face was sweating and flushed, her hair damp was lank with steam and she knew she felt the sweat from the rolls of her belly down her legs. No matter she thought and reached for a towel she had draped on a chair from her earlier evening's shower.

She reached down to her underwear and pulled hem off. he gusset was thick with her mucus and the smell of arousal was strong. Idly she rubbed her fingers through her secretions then, placed a finger on her clit, ran it up and down her fat pad covered slit and then delved within. She felt soaking and so very aroused. She drew the wet finger to her mouth and tasted the warm, thick strong flavoured wetness. turning away from the mirror, she threw her clothes

from earlier on to the chair, drew back the duvet cover and climbed in to bed.

Laura lay on the bed no more than a few moments before she heard the shower tap close and then, a few moments later, a glistening wet Emma emerged. Her hair was damp and her face flushed and as she emerged, towel around her waist, she let it drop to the floor as she walked towards the bed.

Laura watched her move, the tiny amount of breast tissue shivered as she took steps and she followed her every movement as she came around the side of the bed that Laura was on and climbed in next to her. Laura turned to her side and faced her. Her large rolls of belly fat almost covered Emma and she felt so self conscious of both the age and size difference between them.

Emma lay next to her. She had not said a word since coming in the room. It was obvious from her body language that her sense of expectation was immense. Laura studied her for a few moments and spoke.

"How are you feeling?"

"Nervous."

I can't quite believe i'm doing this... with you."

"Me neither. I never imagined this Emma. Ever."

"I did. Lots of times."

"Really? Why?"

"There's just something about you Laura... you're..."

"Don't say perfect, because I most definitely am not."

"No, I was going to say, sexy."

Laura laughed. She hardly thought her self that. In fact, it was probably the last thing she thought she was.. She laughed and reaching towards Emma, she moved to kiss her. Emma responded immediately and their tongues explored each others mouths for some time.

Emma withdrew first. She lifted her self up slightly and then spoke forcefully,

"I mean it Laura, I want to do... you know... eat from you."

Laura gave her a considered look and then spoke slowly.

"You sure Emma? Once you do this, there's no way you can undo it. It's not exactly something you can forget either."

"I know Laura. I want to do it with you."

"Can we do it now?"

Laura looked at her. From her kisses it was obvious that Emma had never kissed anyone before... she was obviously a virgin... but some virgin who wanted to eat shit more than have sex. Blimey she thought, this girl is something else.

"Get the towel Emma."

Emma slid out of the bed to pick up the wet towel she had dropped on her way in the room. Emma pulled her self up and threw back the duvet. Thinking of the most comfortable way to to is, she hatched a plan.

"Bring those two chairs close."

Motioning to the two dressing table chairs, Emma went to them and dragged them across the red and cream checked carpet. Laura positioned them side by side and then, sliding across the bed to the chair, she left a gap between then and positioned her self between the two chairs. She pulled her cheeks hard apart and sat down, almost forcing her weight downwards to leave her anus open and visible. Emma watched her and then, seeing what Laura was doing, she dropped to her knees and placed her self under Laura's anus. She was too far away she thought. Sliding her self up again, she panted,