5 comments/ 68967 views/ 27 favorites Lillian and Sharon By: Qeda_Charlemaigne Sharon spread out her blanket in the backyard. Clad only in a thong bikini, she unfastened her top, revealing her small, pert breasts(the fence was high enough that none would see her), applied sun lotion, and lay back, closing her eyes. She never did like tan lines on the models she'd seen, and even though no one would know if she had any, she didn't want them. She reached over, switching on the CD player, the ethereal, hypnotic voice of Enya (her favorite) issuing forth. Lillian sauntered out into her own back yard, a light wrap over her curvaceous hips, her dark hair fluttering in the light breeze. She tilted her head at the sound of the CD, walking over to peer through a gap in the fence. "Oh, hello," she said in a pleased voice. Sharon sat up abruptly, arms instinctively covering her supple young breasts. She peered at the fence, trying to find the source of the voice. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. It's me, neighbor Lillian." She smiled through the fence, and waved over the top. "Uh...hi, Ms Lillian, I was just...I just.... Mom and Dad aren't here, right now," she stammered as she covered herself with the blanket. "Oh, hey, don't worry. I do the same, and besides, it's a nice view." She grinned, and then glanced around. "I was just going to make something to drink. Sun tanning alone is lonely... if you want, come over, we can share." Sharon turned crimson. No one had ever seen her naked except her female doctor. "D-d-drink?" She stammered. "O-o-okay, let me put on some clothes." Sharon stood, wrapping the blanket around her, bending to pick up the CD player. "Oh, no, don't bother with that. I'll join you. Come on, nip over, I'll get the drinks." She eyed the girl as she bent over, then smiled to herself and vanished into the house, rapidly assembling a couple of pitchers worth of carefully mixed cocktails. Working beneath the blanket, Sharon hitched her top in place, folded the blanket, set it and the player in the shade and made her way to the side gate. Lillian reappeared with a large, frosty pitcher in each hand, dark liquid swimming with ice and mint leaves in each one. "There we go," she said, setting them down on a small table in the middle of the lush grass, where there were already two glasses. "Come on, pour yourself some." She undid the wrap around her own waist and flicked it out, then casually undid her own bikini top, revealing a spectacular pair of firm, rounded breasts with small pink nipples. She glanced up. "Share the wrap, it's plenty big and the grass is soft." She perched herself down on one corner, pouring herself a drink as an example. Sharon paused, hand halfway to the pitcher, noticing the movement of the now bare-breasted woman. She forced her eyes to stare at the pitcher, willing her hand to pour a glass. Lillian nodded approvingly, smiling. "My own recipe. I'm sure you'll like it." She scooted down the wrap and lay back onto her elbows, sipping the drink and watching the young girl. Sharon stared a hole in bottom of the glass, fully aware of the half-nude beauty staring at her. She raised the glass to her lips, sipping. "Uh.... Ms Lillian? This has alcohol in it." "Oh yes. Just a little though. It's the only way to get the right flavor." The drink was actually quite strong, but the mint and combination of sweet liquors and bitters masked it well. "Don't you like it?" She carried on watching her, admiring the figure. "Yes, Ma'am. It's very good. You don't mind me drinking it? If my parents ever knew...." She bolted up straight, looking Lillian in the eyes, her own pleading. "You won't tell them, will you?" "Oh no, of course not." She smiled. "If you never drink even a little bit, then when you finally do, you'll get hit harder. Rather drink up now, while it's safe." She finally looked away from the girl, gazing around the protected garden. "Now get that costume off, else you'll get tan lines." At the words that their secret was safe, Sharon gulped the drink in sheer relief, then realized what she had done and giggled. She set the glass down, and not wanting tan lines, unfastened her top, laying it aside and pouring another glass; firmly aware that she was half nude in front of another person. Wow, all of a sudden it didn't bother her that she was topless, as well, before the hottest neighbor she'd ever seen. Lillian smiled approvingly again, returning to admiring the girl's shape, her own breathing quickening slightly in response. She managed to keep her voice light and even as she watched the faint flush from the alcohol spread. "Bottoms too, if you want. I hate tan lines." She sipped from her own glass and set it aside, settling back to watch. "Ummmmm," Sharon hesitated, looking around, seeing the fence as high as hers. Really, she reasoned, what if anyone else DID see her? She stood, hooking her thumbs in to the thin straps and slipped them, collapsing onto the spread to sit cross-legged, her trimmed pussy and lips exposed. She reached for her glass and took along drink. This really WAS good! The warm day caressed their bodies with golden rays. Lillian stood and faced away, slowly sliding down her own bikini bottoms, bending to slip them off her feet, her hairless slit peeking at Sharon between her thighs. There may have been a faint glisten on the full, shaven lips as she bent, or it might have been imagination. She sat back down on the spread and appeared to relax. "Ah, that feels better. Just like at a nudist colony. Have you ever been to one?" Her glass at her lips, Sharon cast her eyes over the "big girl", giggling into her glass. "No, Ms Lillian." Giggling again. "I've heard they're just one huge, continuous orgy. Mom and Dad would NEVER let me go to one." She drained the glass and lay back, liking the feel of the sun and the spread. Lillian laughed. "Oh god yes. Pretty much constantly. Oh, they like to pretend they're all innocent and family-friendly and everything, but... well, the things I've seen. Like, this one time, there were these two women on one side of a low wall, and this guy and his girlfriend on the other, and they were so... well, busy... they didn't even know the others were there. Got quite a fright when they all eventually stood up." She laughed, taking another sip. Sharon giggled at the story, rolling onto her side, propping her head on her hand; as she unfolded her legs, her foot knocked over a glass and she laughed merrily, "Sorry, Ms Lillian. Accident." She giggled again, touching Lillian's foot with her free hand. "Oh, don't worry about it. Nice and hot today. Talking of which, have you got some lotion on? I don't want that pretty body burning." She sat up pretending she didn't notice the touch, picking and brandishing her own bottle of expensive lotion. ‎ Sharon nodded, her neck a bit loose, motion exaggerated. "Yep, I put some on my front. Couldn't get my back, though. My arms don't bend that way." She giggled at her own joke. Lillian grinned, making a circling movement with one finger. "Roll over then. Let me get you covered." She moved over to kneel with the side of her leg firmly pressed against the girl's hip once she was on her front, squirting some lotion into her hands. Sharon gasped as the cool liquid hit her back, tensing a moment, then relaxing as Lillian kneaded her muscles. Propping her chin on her hands, she asked, "What's it like? Sex, I mean." Lillian spread the lotion evenly, exulting internally at the feel of the supple young body under her hands. She worked quickly at first, covering the neck and shoulders and down the back, slowing to a more sensual, gentle caress as she moved smoothly to the hips and bottom. "Sex? Sex is... wonderful. Glorious. The only thing worth pursuing." She grinned, glancing at the girl, hands still moving rhythmically. "You're a virgin? Really?" "Well...." Hesitation. "I've touched myself there. Is that sex?" Lillian actually giggled, her hands moving a little lower, now probing the bottom curves of Sharon's bottom, the nudging almost but not quite asking for the legs to be spread. "No. Well, technically, yes, but... no, the real thing is much much more than that, much better. It's a good step, though... knowing what feels good in yourself is half the trick." The girl instinctively spread her legs at the light touch, inhibitions totally gone. "Can I tell you a secret? Just between us?" "Yes, of course, anything..." The older woman's hands worked on the inside of Sharon's smooth thighs, almost but not quite touching the girl's lower lips, definitely a sensual caress now, slow and intimate. Sharon shivered slightly; those hands were magic! She felt their touch grow lighter and slower. She really liked that. "When I was 9, I realized that I liked other little girls instead of boys. Is that bad?" "Really?" Lillian smiled again, watching her hands, biting her lip at the sight of the girl's curved bottom. She let her fingers finally brush over those tempting lower lips, watching for the reaction, the other hand squeezing the girl's butt. "I don't think that's bad at all. I like girls myself too, a lot. We're just so much sexier than boys, sometimes." Sharon jumped as her lips were touched. WOW! That was better than when she fondled herself while watching Kate Beckinsale in that catsuit in the vampire movie! Trying her damnedest to maintain composure, she couldn't help a tingling sensation deep within her. Naw...Ms Lillian just made a slip, that was all. Lillian eased off after the jump, not wanting to push her luck, although the alcohol and the girl's admissions had given her a lot of confidence. She let her other hand continue to smooth over the girl's ass, caressing and squeezing it, before finally bringing her hand up to touch the girl intimately again, sliding up the smooth inner thigh to press into and caress her pussy. She jumped again, not so much this time, as someone else's fingers touched her for the first time ever. The tingling grew into a warmth which she knew from playing with herself that she was beginning to moisten. "M-mm-ms Lillian? How do girls have sex?" She steeled herself for a tirade, yelling, accusing her of being a filthy little girl. Lillian smiled with satisfaction, bending down to murmur into the girl's ear, her full breasts pressing into the smooth back of the girl underneath her as her fingers sought out the girl's virginal clit, finding and rubbing it. "Like this, Sharon. Do you want me to stop?" The girl closed her eyes, turning her head to lay her cheek on her hands, gasping at the ministrations, then moaning loudly as her pussy began to moisten considerably. She raised her butt, spreading her legs a little to give Lillian more room. She moaned something that sounded like, "uh-uh." Lillian's fingers slid lower, pressing into the wetness, starting to move in and out rhythmically as a lower finger kept pressing the clit, her oiled thumb slipping up to brush over the girl's rear opening, nudged gently between the pert cheeks. She leaned a little further so she could nip very lightly at the girl's ear. Sharon slid back, her butt high in the air, her chest and face still on the spread. "Teach me....please...." She moaned the words, wanting this voluptuous woman to never stop touching her; wanting her hands to roam over her nubile body. "Of course, beautiful Sharon, I would love to." She purred into the ear, nipping it again, then kissing the graceful curve of her neck. her hand moved faster, gently probing deeper, rubbing clit and rear entrance regularly, her rigid nipples brushing against the girl's back with each movement. Sharon's back arched as she came almost instantly, screaming, "MS LILLIAN!!" She bucked and shook, her juices dripping onto the spread. A few houses away, a dog barked at the sudden outburst. Lillian blushed hotly, slowing her hand movements, then gently withdrawing her hand and using the other to stroke and caress the girl's back and bottom. "Mmm, good girl. See, I told you sex was good. You're a screamer, though... we'll have to be careful." She laughed, then stood and gathered her things. "I'll leave you to relax and then think a bit. If you want to do more, I'll be waiting inside." Hips swaying, pretty bottom wiggling, she went up the stairs and vanished into the cool darkness within. Sharon's legs felt rubbery. Was that all there was to sex? She didn't care a bit; not if it made her feel THIS good. She slowly straightened her legs, lying face down. What if there was more? Today was Saturday, Mom and Dad wouldn't be back until late Sunday night. She rolled onto her back, sat up, then stood; making her way on shaky legs into Ms Lillian's house. The house was cool and dim, a trail of items... the bikini, a pair of shoes, a towel... leading up the stairs and into the bedroom. Lillian was waiting on the bed, still stark naked, hoping that the girl would follow her desires. Wandering from room to room, looking for Ms Lillian, Sharon spied the clothing trail and made her way to the bottom of the stairs. "Ms Lillian?" She called up, a trickle sliding unheeded down her leg. Lillian grinned an almost predatory smile of satisfaction. "Up here. Come in. It's a lot more comfortable in here." She shifted across the bed to leave room for the girl, then waited for her to appear at the door. "Have you ever kissed anyone? Properly, I mean." Sharon took the stairs two at a time, almost running along the hallway, stopping suddenly at the scene of the beautiful woman luxuriating on the bed. Her brow rose, eyes widening, her desire to learn all-consuming. "Kissed anyone? My parents and a few relatives. I guess that's a proper kiss," she said from the doorway. Lillian giggled again, the sound musical in the room. "Oh no. Come here, I'll show you a proper kiss." The room was untidy in an artistic way, clean and orderly, but with silky underthings and the like draped over chairs and clothes stands. Books lined one wall, almost all erotic in content, and many carrying Lillian's name as the author. One large foreboding cupboard in the corner stood slightly open, and a peek through the gap might see a hint of an impressive collection of sex toys inside. Sharon took no notice of anything in the room, save the vibrant beauty patting the bed-covers and beckoning her over. Her legs moved mechanically, her eyes focused on Lillian's own; she was lost in those eyes. Lillian reached out to her, helping her onto the bed, pulling her close. Their legs pressed together, one hand cradling the girl's face, thumb brushing her cheek. The other hand settled onto the girl's hip, caressing it. The older woman leaned in for a gentle kiss, lips parting lightly, holding it for a long moment as her lips moved against those of the younger girl, and then she broke away to peer into the girl's eyes. "How was that?" Still giddy from the alcohol, she licked her lips. "Can I have another taste?" Lillian and Sharon Ch. 02 2: Dinner Time Mid-morning Monday, the doorbell sounded, it's dulcet tones quietly ringing through the house. As Lillian moved to answer, she opened it to find Sharon, cheeks tear-streaked, clad in a rumpled t-shirt two sizes too large for her, blue jeans with fashionable rips in them, and worn white tennis shoes. In her left hand was a black gym bag, a pillow tucked between her body and arm; in her right was blue school backpack overflowing with clothes. The girl looked miserable, sniffling, holding back tears as she tried to put on a brave face. Lillian blinked with some surprise at the apparition on her doorstep. She herself was just wearing her typical lounging-clothes... a dress that was practically a nightie, silky and sheer, and a light gown over the top. "Sharon? Are you okay?" Sharon's face showed warring emotions. She had sworn to herself that she wouldn't cry. She wailed, "Daddy threw me oooooouuuttt!" The waterworks engaged full-force. Lillian sighed, stepping aside to let Sharon in, patting her gently on the back as she passed. "Now why would he go and do a thing like that? Come on in, I've just made some cookies." Sharon sullenly skulked inside, tears flowing down her face. "Saturday... when I screamed in the backyard...Mr. Vernon, that man who lives behind you? He looked over the fence and saw...." Sharon let out another wail of despair. "Ah. I see. Well that's unfortunate." Lillian led the way through to the kitchen, the warm smell of fresh baking filling the air. She picked up a plate and filled it with the hot cookies, then took Sharon by the hand and led her to the couch. "Here. Sit. Relax. You're safe here." "Oh, Ms Lillian...I don't know where else to go. I called all my friends from school, but their parents won't let me stay with them. She angrily snatched a cookie, biting it viciously. "... and I'm missing school..." She hung her head. "I'm just a bad person." "Well, you can stay here, of course. I don't think your parents will be too happy with the idea, but I'm sure we will be able to resolve it in time. Meanwhile... finish your cookies, then I suggest a shower. Nothing like warm water to make you feel better." Suddenly not feeling hungry, she stood, picking up her things, and then dropping them to hug Lillian tightly. "Thank you, Ms Lillian. I'll do chores and cook for you. I'll try not to be a bother." "Don't be silly. All you have to do is schoolwork and keep me entertained." Lillian grinned and hugged the girl close. "Now go upstairs and shower. When you're done, you can let your parents know that you're safe... I'm sure they're still worried, no matter what they might have said... and then we can have a nice day together. Now go on." She patted the girl on the bottom to send her on her way. Lillian's voice had an immediate calming effect on the girl; her tension seemed to melt away as she hugged her, hearing the words. Again, she picked up her things and headed for the stairs. She stopped at the foot, gazing upwards. "Ummmm. You didn't show me where the bathroom is." She giggled for the time in what seemed to her to be ages. Lillian chuckled and turned to head up the stairs. "This way." She led the way to the en-suite bathroom, and then leaned against the doorway to watch the girl. "So, what exactly did your father say?" Sharon turned her back to Lillian, still a bit shy despite what happened a few days ago. As she undressed, she said, "Mr. Vernon called him while they were on their way home. Mr. Vernon and Daddy carpool to work. I was asleep when they got home. I woke up when Daddy threw my door open and started calling me a slut and a whore and... some word that starts with an 'L.' He said it so fast and I wasn't fully awake, so I didn't get it." "Ah. 'Lesbian,' I assume. Well, I suppose that's to be expected, at first at least." She watched the girl undress openly, clearly enjoying the view. "That's how people react to change. It's quite normal." Sharon bent at the waist, pulling down her panties, kicking them into the pile of clothes and moving to bathtub, her profile showing her pert breasts, silken skin, and well-rounded ass. She leaned over to turn on the water, adjusted the temperature, and stepped in, pulling the curtain. "What's a lesbian?" She asked from behind the curtain. Lillian bit her lip, restraining herself with an effort. "A girl that likes girls. We'll talk when you get out." To remove temptation, she turned away from the doorway and headed back down to pick up the cookies and some (non-alcoholic this time) mint drinks, then carried them up to the bedroom, setting them on the bedside table. Several minutes later, the young girl emerged with a towel around her body, hair wrapped in another. She eyed the drinks and grinned. "Are you trying to get me tipsy again, Ms Lillian? " The grin on her face belied her mock stern voice. Lillian laughed, leaning back on the bed as she smiled back at the girl. "Why, do I need to?" she asked with mock coyness, then patted the bed beside her. "Come. Sit. Talk. We should decide what you want to do from here." Sharon moved toward the bed, the towel falling away as she walked to reveal her sleek, nude figure. She pulled the towel from her hair, letting it drop, as she slid belly-down onto the bed. "I've decided that I want to be your girlfriend...if you'll have me..." Lillian smiled in appreciation as the girl's body was revealed again. "That's a big step, a big word." She reached out to slide her hand down the girl's back, resting it on her bottom, just holding it there. "And I would love the same. Still, it's a big change in your life... a lesbian, an older lover, living with me. What will your friends think?" She lay a hand on Lillian's knee, walking her fingers up to her tummy. "They'll be SOOOO jealous. Especially Megan. She thinks she can get ANYONE. But...I don't want you to think that's the only reason. I really like you, Ms Lillian. When you moved in here, I watched you out of my window, wondering if you were nice. I've always felt a little...something.... just watching you." Sharon reddened, looking away and withdrawing her hand. Lillian smiled and shifted closer on the bed, her body almost touching Sharon. The hand on the girl's bottom gently fondled the soft curve, caressing as she leaned her face in closer. "I hope you're right. Just as long as you know that I'm here for whatever you need." Sharon shivered at the caress coupled with the words, "that feeling" beginning to stir deep down. Turning her head, she found herself nose to nose with a Goddess. She turned crimson and thrust her lips against Lillian's, parting them slightly, barely sticking her tongue out to lick Lillian's lips. Lillian grinned into the kiss, leaning in further herself to delve in with her tongue, exploring the girl's mouth as the grip on her bottom tightened, and then lifted for a swift smack. "Now stop distracting me. Message your parents to tell them you're safe." Sharon giggled, clamping her hand on top of Lillian's, securing it to her butt as she sat up and leaned over to rummage in one of her bags. She pulled out her cell phone, pressed a speed dial number and waited. A moment later, she said, "Hello, Mr. Smathers. This is your lesbian-slut-whore calling to let you know that I'm at my lesbian-slut-whore-lover's house. Have a fucked-up day." She punched the OFF button and grinned. Lillian raised an amused eyebrow. "Well, not quite what I had in mind, but fair enough considering the circumstances. It'll do for now." Her fingertips delved into the crease of Sharon's butt, pressing against her rear opening before she pulled her hand free. "Now that's out of the way... why don't you tell me what you like about girls?" Sharon sighed at the touch, involuntarily moving a leg to open her ass cheeks a little wider. "Girls are just so much softer and gentler than boys. They smell better, too." Lillian laughed. "Yes, I suppose we do." She rolled back onto her back, lifting her hands to cross them behind her head. "I think we're just... so much more sensual." "And some of my friends say that boys just want to get themselves off then leave. Never mind what the girl wants." She reached a hand to lightly run it over Lillian's chest, marveling at the softness of the other woman's flesh through the flimsy gown. Lillian made no move to stop the girl, encouraging her exploration with a smile. "Oh, not all boys are like that, and I've met some women like that too. Still, there's a lot like that out there." Sharon used her index finger to gently tease Lillian's nipples, watching them stiffen at the touch. She flattened her hand, running it tenderly and slowly along Lillian's taut belly toward her muff. She paused at the waistband of Lillian's thong, looking into Lillian's eyes, seeking permission explore further. Lillian lifted her hips, spreading her legs slightly in mute approval, biting her lip as she flushed slightly. Sharon tentatively slid the thong down those luxurious legs, her back to Lillian, bare butt and lips mere inches from Lillian's face. Removing them completely, she moved back up to Lillian's bare mound, inspecting it closely; this was obviously the first time she been this close to a pussy. Lillian tried to resist the temptation, but was unable. One hand glided over Sharon's bottom, her thumb grazing the girl's lower lips gently. Her own slit was shaven silky smooth, bare for the girl's inspection as she spread her legs further. Sharon traced a finger gently along the slit, slowly pushing it inside the folds; her fingertip, by sheer luck, coming in direct contact with Lillian's clit, sighing as her own lips were played with. Lillian's hips jumped at the contact with her clit, a little 'mmh' of pleasure escaping as she bit her lip. She continued the gentle stroking of Sharon's slit, not delving deeper, just caressing and almost teasing the girl. Sharon drew her hand back as if she had touched a live wire. "Are you okay, Ms Lillian?" "Oh, yes, that was a good thing, I promise. You touched me here..." her own finger pressed briefly between Sharon's folds, fingertip expertly finding the girl's clit and nudging it before withdrawing. Sharon jumped, giggling. "Ohhhh! The happy spot!" She probed gently inside Lillian's folds, finding her clit again, lightly running her finger over it. "Tell me what I need to do. I want you to feel as good as you made me feel the other day," she pleaded. Lillian almost unconsciously moved her hips in time to the girls finger, back arching slightly underneath her, her own finger delving more insistently between Sharon's lower lips, teasing and circling her deeper entrance. "Just... do whatever you want. I'll tell you if something feels particularly good or bad... otherwise, just do what you'd want me to do to you." "Ummmm....okayyyyy," she replied, not sure at all what she wanted, closing her eyes, concentrating on the wonderful fingers playing with her. She knew that her lips were getting wetter by the moment, as they had Saturday. She opened her eyes, trying to concentrate on pleasing her new girlfriend. Lillian teased for a moment longer, then pressed into the girl with two fingers, exploring the tightness and shape of her inside, gently thrusting in and out as her thumb nudged down to find the clit again. Sharon shifted on the bed, moving one leg to the other side of Lillian's head, spreading Lillian's lips, lowering her head to plant a kiss on her clit, gasping as Lillian penetrated her. She was frozen in place, unable to move as the sensations flooded into her; concentration lost. Her exploration forgotten, Sharon lowered her upper body to lie along Lillian's body, her arms stretching, hands reaching along Lillian's legs, pressing to her to bring her full self in contact with this warm Goddess whose fingers were magic. Lillian sawed her fingers in and out a little longer, replacing the thumb with a flick of her tongue over the girl's clit, then concentrating on nibbling and kissing the soft inside of the girl's thighs as her fingers kept working in and out. Lillian's mouth settled to work on the girl's clit, licking and nibbling in time to the fingers that pumped in and out of her. Sharon could do nothing but move her hips and sigh in response to the sheer joyful pleasure. Her hips moved of their own accord, slowly getting as close as possible to Lillian's expert tongue. Lillian swapped her attentions, one hand sliding up between the girls legs, thumb finding her clit to rub and press, her mouth instead caressing the girls wet lips, tongue thrusting in to explore as far inside her as she could reach. "M...m...Ms Lillian.... that feeling's coming again,' She whimpered. "Please, don't stop, it feels so good!" Her fingers tightened on Lillian's shins, her legs closing to clamp Lillian's head in place, she let out a small sigh, then wailed like a banshee as she came. She drove her hips hard into Lillian's face, moving rapidly as she savored the pleasure of her orgasm at the mouth of this woman. Lillian definitely wouldn't have stopped. Mouth and fingers worked busily as she caressed the girl through the orgasm, her free hand running along the girl's back to pull her soft body in closer, her whole body moving against her as she shared in her pleasure. "Ms Lillian!" the girl screamed again, bucking her hips. Lillian's chin and chest received a pleasant warm liquid sensation as the girl squirted, soaking Lillian and the bed. Lillian giggled, a warm sound as she continued to caress the girl, easing out her dripping fingers and gently tonguing the girl as she eased her down from the pleasure peak. The youngster shook, her knees at last giving out, she collapsed on top of Lillian, breathing heavily. Her fingers eased pressure, her whole body relaxing as she moaned lightly and sighed, kissing Lillian's nude slit. "Ms Lillian.... how can I EVER hope to make you feel good?" She truly wondered, as this was the pinnacle of her sex life. "I don't think I can please you like this..." she panted. Lillian laughed lightly, still petting the girl as she relaxed, and then tugged gently at her, encouraging her to turn around so they could lie face to face. "Oh, you sweet thing. Trust me, this is only the beginning... there's a lot I can introduce you to." Sharon rolled off Lillian, quickly turning to snuggle up against her, nestling in her arms. She ran a hand lovingly over Lillian's chest, noticing the wetness. She gasped, a look of horror on her face. "Did I pee on you? Oh, Ms Lillian, I honestly didn't mean to! I'll clean it up right now!" She attempted to sit up and move toward the end of the bed. Lillian caught her hand and tugged her back down. "Not pee, sweetheart. It's a lovely compliment instead, and I'm glad I made you cum so hard. It just happens sometimes." Sharon cocked her head. "Not pee? You're sure?" "I'm sure. Come here and cuddle with me. I love the feeling." Sinking back into Lillian's embrace, Sharon again ran her hand across Lillian's chest, then brought it to her nose, sniffing. Deciding that if Ms Lillian said it was not pee, then it must be her own juices, she gave a tentative lick of her hand. Lillian watched with amusement, then settled back onto the bed, relaxing against the warmth of the girl beside her. One hand idly glided along the girl's curves while she thought, and then she turned her head to glance at her again. "Are you hungry?" "Sure," she answered, innocently, "I could eat. What are we having?" Lillian grinned, avoiding the pun for the moment. "I know a nice place. Go get dressed while I shower quick... and wear a skirt." She grinned enigmatically, and uncuddled, slipping off the bed and vanishing into the bathroom. Sharon sat up, watching Lillian's firm ass disappear into the bathroom. She again rummaged in her bags, pulling out a pair of boring white cotton panties slipping them on, and rummaging some more to find a knee-length skirt and a modest top. She withdrew a pair of sandals, ran a brush through her hair, and called, "Ready!" as she sat on the edge of the bed, still tingling from the pleasures of a few minutes ago. She pursed her lips, inhaling the slight sex scent which lingered there. Lillian emerged from the bathroom shortly afterward, slipping into a skimpy lingerie set and then a light dress that clung to her figure. She eyed Sharon for a moment. "Very pretty." Running a brush through her own wet hair, she led the way downstairs and into the large, powerful car in her garage. Sharon eyed Lillian hungrily as she followed, watching that ass made her want to jump Lillian before they even got to the garage. Lillian was fully aware of how her bottom moved under the clinging dress and wiggled a little more than normal as a tease, then opened the door for the younger girl. "Hop in," she said teasingly. "Where are we going?" as she sat and strapped herself in. "A lovely restaurant I discovered a while ago. Nice and cozy. You'll see." Her hand settled deliberately on the girl's thigh after turning the key, the powerful, smooth car rolling easily out of the garage and onto the road. It was only a couple of turns before they were on a main road, heading toward the distant city lights. "I have a little money in my wallet. I hope it's not too expensive," she said as she watched the scenery go by. A red sports car going the other way caught her eye and she followed it as it passed, turning her head to watch it. When she tried to look forward again, the sheer beauty of the woman driving captivated her. Lillian smiled with amusement. "Oh, and what makes you think I'd let you pay?" The road being straight and fairly empty, she allowed her hand to slide further up the girl's leg, nudging the skirt higher as her fingertips stroked the soft inner thigh. Giggling, Sharon grabbed Lillian's hand, placing it firmly on her cotton covered mound. "I figured I'd at least make the effort." She reciprocated by moving her hand beneath Lillian's skirt to find her thong-covered pussy. Lillian laughed and moved the girl's hand away. "Well, it's appreciated, and no distracting the driver. Hands to yourself." In blatant contradiction, her own hand pressed firmly into Sharon's mound, caressing her through the cotton. Giggling again, Sharon placed her hands firmly on her own thighs, "Yes, Ma'am." She tried to maintain a straight face, but promptly broke out laughing. Lillian smirked, apparently still concentrating on the road while her fingers probed towards Sharon's clit through the panties. "Ms Lilliannnnnnn," she admonished, "you're distracting the driverrrr..." "Mm hm." Lillian kept her hand moving, fingers nudging deeper, pressing the soft cloth up and against her. Sharon sucked air harshly as she was stimulated, wriggling in her seat, pressing herself against those marvelous fingers. She leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes and preparing for what she knew was coming, was longing for. The moist heat seeped through Sharon's panties, as she gripped her knees tightly, quivering, on the verge of coming again. "M...M...Ms Lillian...I'mmmm..." She gave in to her feelings, moisture spreading through the crotch of her panties, letting out a moan of intense pleasure. As the windows were down, the teenaged boys in the next car stared in wonderment at the sounds emanating from the car; grinning widely and whistling. Lillian was enjoying the naughty nature of their actions as much as she was the sights and sounds and contact with her young lover. Cruising along, aware of cars passing them, she kept her fingers moving rhythmically. Lillian just smiled to herself, apparently ignoring the boys, fingers continuing to caress until the orgasm seemed to have eased down, then moving to just stroke the inside of the girl's thigh. Sharon's head lolled toward the boys, a dreamy look on her face, she raised a hand and waved, yelling, "You should be so lucky!" Lillian and Sharon Ch. 02 The older woman laughed, squeezing again, then settled down into her seat. "Enjoyed that, did we? Mmm, I think I'm creating a little exhibitionist here." Sharon shifted in her seat, turning to face Lillian. "No, Ms Lillian," she admonished again, "If I was an exhibitionist, I would have done THIS!" She raised her top to expose her cute, perky breasts to Lillian. Lillian laughed again, stealing a peek and biting her lip. "No distracting the driver, remember?" She tweaked a nipple, and then nodded at the window. "I'm sure your audience would appreciate the view, though." Sharon arched her back, purposely facing away from the boys, showing her tits to the drivers headed the other way. Her head turned to look behind them, following a pickup with her eyes. Ms Lillian was treated to a nice view of the truck in the rear-view as it fishtailed wildly, several horns blaring angrily at it. The youth dropped her top and hunched over conspiratorially, giggling madly. "Think I should stop?" Sharon laughed aloud. The boys roared their approval, waved and turned off. Lillian, shook her head in bemusement. "Careful there, sweetheart. Your body is a powerful weapon, you need to use it for good." She grinned and slowed as the main flow of traffic turned into the city proper, then made a few turns that eventually led into the parking garage of a huge, high-rise building. Discrete signs near the elevator hinted at an expensive restaurant in the building. Lillian pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car. Sharon never saw the signs, instead focusing on Lillian's gorgeous profile. She was truly in awe of the magnificent beauty she had been lucky enough to have as friend and lover. "Ms Lillian, I didn't bring any spare panties and these are...well..." She smiled bashfully. Lillian grinned. "I thought they might be. You'll have to leave them in the car, then. You'll be uncomfortable otherwise." "But...I'll be..." It dawned on her. She giggled continuously as she slid them down her smooth legs, tossing them on the hood of the car next to them. She unfastened her seat belt, turning fully in her seat, spreading her legs and lifting her skirt. "Does this meet your approval, Ma'am?" she giggled, reddening. Lillian grinned and slid a hand up the inside of the girl's thigh, fingertips pausing just before her mound before withdrawing. "Oh, very much so." She opened the door and climbed out, turning to head towards the door to the building lobby. The Giggle-box got out and closed the door, following, quickly catching up, taking Lillian's hand in her own. She kissed Lillian on the cheek as she walked. "Can I flash the waiter?" she asked rhetorically; she knew that LADIES simply didn't do that in public. Lillian raised an eyebrow. "Well, I was right then... quite the naughty thing. Lets see how the evening goes." She entwined her fingers with Sharon's as they crossed the lobby, just in time to catch the large elevator as it opened. She pulled the girl to the back of the elevator and they stood as it filled up and then closed, starting a long, slow climb to the higher floors. Sharon stood in front of the taller woman, leaning against her, still not believing that her lover was much older than she was. She leaned her head back against Lillian, closing her eyes, smiling softly to herself. Lillian slipped an arm around her, hugging the girl close, hand resting on her hip. She just enjoyed the warmth of the contact for a moment, then her face took on a naughty look as the press of more people getting on and off at various floors squeezed them closer together. She slid her hand down to the girl's bottom, then pulled up her skirt until her hand, hidden by the crowd, rested on her bare ass. A matronly woman, draped in fur and dripping jewelry, turned to eye the couple, sniffing disdainfully and turned to face front once again. The woman's husband turned to gaze at the pair, gave a furtive wink to them and turned to face forward with a stony expression once again. To her credit, Sharon didn't jump or cry out in startlement, only closed her fist, middle finger extended and raised it to wave it at the back of the woman's head. Several people chuckled. Lillian grinned, returning the husband's wink quickly and then looking away herself. She hugged Sharon a little closer, her other hand settling on the girl's hip, the hidden lower hand squeezing and then nudging teasingly between the girl's bare bottom cheeks. Sharon inhaled sharply at the touch on her pucker. The matronly woman turned again, hearing the gasp, as Sharon swiftly turned to face Lillian, throwing her arms about her neck and kissing her deeply while the rest of the elevator car guffawed, some applauding; the old biddy's knees gave out. Lillian returned the kiss gently, but sensually, ignoring the rest of the crowd for the moment, fingers working in a rhythmic caress before she finally broke the kiss and moved her hand away, letting the skirt drop down. She turned the girl towards the doors as they opened onto the restaurant's floor. Sharon reluctantly broke the kiss as she was turned, stepping around the old lady still sitting on the floor. She ran a finger lightly over the old man's shoulders as she passed, "Sorry, Sir." The old man grinned but grunted gruffly, letting them both know that he found the whole thing quite amusing, but keeping up a front before his wife. The pair must have been quite a view as they walked away, Lillian's hand resting in the small of Sharon's back, pert bottoms wiggling under the clinging skirts. A rather effeminate middle-aged man in a hand-tailored suit descended on them as they entered the opulent restaurant with enthusiastic greetings. "Lillian, darling! How wonderful to see you again. And who's this?" The older woman endured a hug from the man and smiled. "Lovely to see you again, Jon. This is Sharon. Can we have a quiet table, please? Somewhere away from the stage." The man nodded and guided them amongst the tables to a dimly-lit corner table where a skinny but pretty waitress pulled out chairs and set up menus. Sharon, appearing to physically shrink, gazed about the room, taking in it's opulence, smiling at Jon then following him, clinging to Lillian as if she was attached at the elbow. She was totally out of her element and knew it, relying on Lillian for guidance. Lillian guided the girl to a chair, nudging her down into it and pushing it in gently, then settled into the opposite chair at the small table. Her feet immediately sought those of Sharon's, slipping out of her shoes and sliding forward to press her ankles against those of the younger girl. The waitress reappeared out of the gloom and Lillian smiled at her. "Ah, Mandy. Nice to see you again. Can we have some of that exquisite bread as a starter, and, um... do you want anything in particular to drink, sweetheart? Ask for anything, they have it all." She smiled reassuringly at Sharon. Reassured by Lillian's touch and smile, but still showing her shyness, she mumbled, "Just a coke, please." Her voice was too soft for Mandy to hear, so the waitress looked at Lillian for clarification, smiling professionally with a hint of, "Awww, isn't she adorable?" thrown in. Lillian nodded. "A couple of cokes, please, and perhaps a bottle of water as well." The waitress nodded and disappeared back into the dimness, a rather distinct waggle in her skinny hips. Lillian settled back down into her chair, smooth legs moving against Sharon's, and smiled at the girl. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Sharon shivered at the touch. "I'm fine, Ms Lillian." She leaned over to stage whisper to Lillian, "But, this place is EXPENSIVE!" She moved her leg for better contact with Lillian, feeling better that her lover was centered on her happiness and comfort. "Of course. One has to pay for quality... and I always demand quality." She grinned at the girl, her leg moving slowly to slide up and down Sharon's. "Don't worry, I promise we won't have to wash dishes to get out of here. Have a look at what you want to eat." She suited action to words and picked up her own menu, scanning the pages. Typical of a restaurant of the caliber, the menu didn't list prices, merely an ornate name for the dish followed by a slightly overblown description of the contents. Sharon scanned the menu not finding any prices. This puzzled her as she was used to Mom-n-Pop operations and large chain restaurants; she'd never seen nor even heard of a menu without prices. She studied it for a long while, being unable to decipher the dish names. She lowered the menu to the table, looking at Lillian. Even in the soft lighting, Lillian could tell she was very red-faced. "Um...." was all she said. Lillian glanced up with a look of concern. "Something wrong? Oh... the menu? Yes, it's always annoying... I swear the people that make them simply make up impressive-sounding gibberish. Well... what do you feel like eating? Steak? Fish? Something lighter?" She smiled at the girl, then looked up as Mandy reappeared with a pair of large glasses filled to the brim with fizzing coke, and a small basket filled with steaming, aromatic slices of bread. She set the items down, smiled at the two of them, and then vanished with her wiggle. "Um..." she repeated, reaching for the coke, taking a long drink then licking her lips as she withdrew the glass. "Steak? Medium? With mashed...no, baked potato? Is that all right?" She reached beneath the table to place her hand on Lillian's leg, re-verifying that the beautiful woman was there and not a dream. "Perfect, if that's what you want. I'll have to take you to my club some time, though, expose you to some more unusual dishes." She glanced through her own menu, then waved a hand. Mandy appeared so quickly it was almost like she was magically summoned. "Steaks, Mandy. Whatever the chef feels is best today. And please make sure he includes those perfect potatoes he does. The usual fripperies on the side, and... yes, I think that'll do for now." The girl nodded, vanished again, and Lillian closed the menu with a nod of satisfaction, putting it aside and pulling over the bread basket. "Try some of this, it's delicious." Her free hand reached down to stroke Sharon's hand on her leg, fingertips enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Sharon sighed at the returned warm hand, smiling at Lillian. Then, she reached for the bread, nibbling on it at first, then taking a fairly large bite, chewing with relish the delectable dough. Soft, warm, redolent with spiced flavor, the bread was almost a full dish in itself. Lillian kept quiet until the food arrived, Mandy eyeing them both to ensure their contentment... and perhaps more, wondering what the story was with the unusual pair... before wiggling her way back into a dark corner. The steak was done perfectly, expensive high-quality meat, and the potatoes were heavenly jacketed mounds of soft, gently-herbed pleasure. Lillian ate delicately but persistently, demolishing the food with a healthy appetite. Sharon furtively looked at Mandy, fleetingly wondering what the woman would be like in bed, finally deciding that the skinny female was TOO skinny. One bite of the superb steak was all it took. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she chewed, digging in with as much gusto as Lillian was, practically inhaling her food, pausing now and again to take a small sip of coke, then making the rounds of her plate. A bowl of lemoned water and a pair of laundered napkins, which Lillian used to wipe her hands and face carefully, discretely followed the food. She noticed Sharon's furtive look, amused, and leaned forward to murmur to her. "She walks interestingly, doesn't she? Quite the little slut, actually... I've seen her disappear with quite a few people from the restaurant. Sweet girl." She grinned and leaned back, eyeing the menu again. "Dessert? I've had enough myself." Sharon mimicked Lillian's actions of cleaning herself as this was all new to her, and she had never been catered to in this fashion. She giggled despite herself at the question, narrowing her eyes and placing the napkin on the table, grinning with a different type of hunger in her eyes. "It's not on the menu...at least, I didn't see it listed." Lillian raised an eyebrow, smiling back, an answering light in her own eyes. "Oh, its a house special. There's a reason this restaurant is so popular." She laughed lightly. "It all depends on what your taste is. What you're in the mood for." Sharon licked her lips, letting her eyes slip downwards to Lillian's cleavage, raising them again to look her square in the eye. "You," she whispered. Lillian laughed lightly. "Well then, perhaps we should find somewhere to go." She slid her chair back and then moved around to take Sharon's hand, leading her back to the entrance. Sharon allowed herself to be helped up, looking around, she spied the elderly couple from the elevator, waving cheerily and smiling beatifically. "Ma'am, I hope you're feeling better!" she called; the woman glaring at her while the man covered his mouth with his napkin, the light of mirth in his eyes. Sharon blew him a kiss. Lillian laughed and pulled the girl away, leading to the entrance. She paused to scribble a signature on a slip discretely held out by Mandy at the door, and then led the way back into the elevator, pulling Sharon into a deep, passionate kiss the moment they entered. Sharon melted into the kiss, molding her body into Lillian, lips parted, tongue seeking as she passionately rubbed Lillian's back and moving her hands to Lillian's butt. Her right hand slipped beneath the skirt, grabbing and squeezing the soft yet firm flesh beneath. Lillian "mmmmd" into the kiss, her own hands mirroring the fondling, pulling up the back of Sharon's skirt to cup and caress the girl's bared bottom. "Ms Lillian.... I want you. I want to taste you. All of you. I want to stay with you. I want you to teach me everything that you know so that I can do it to you. I want..." She kissed Lillian passionately again, words broken off as she tried to climb inside Lillian, hugging her, pawing her. Lillian laughed again, catching one of Sharon's hands to slow her down, returning the kiss before breaking it, the other hand continuing to fondle the girl's bottom. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll have plenty of time. I want to introduce you to lots of things." She grinned, two fingers pressing in to caress Sharon's rear entrance. "And take you to a couple of my favorite places. First, though, lets go home and get some sleep." The elevator dinged and she released the girl reluctantly, turning to lead her out to the garage. As they approached their car, Sharon noticed that the panties she had thrown were nowhere to be found. The car was there, a small discolored spot on the hood. She dismissed the thought almost immediately as she climbed in and fastened her seat belt Lillian frowned at the spot, and at the missing panties, but was too excited to investigate too closely. She did take a moment to peer into the back seats before climbing into the car and starting it up. The car moving off, Sharon drew Lillian's attention to a scruffy-looking man wearing the panties on his head as he laughed insanely. Lillian sighed and shook her head. "All sorts, in this town. Ah well, at least we brought pleasure to someone. I always consider that a success." She laughed and then glanced thoughtfully at the girl as they merged back onto the freeway home. Sharon could barely keep her hands off of the luscious beauty at her side; but, remembering not to distract the driver, she satisfied herself with gazing longingly, examining every detail of Lillian's profile; the lustrous hair, full lips, flawless skin. Her gaze traveled down to Lillian's breasts, being tantalized by the cut of her top, knowing that those beautiful nipples and aureola were "just" out of sight. Her hand unconsciously traveled to her "happy spot," as she fingered herself slowly. Lillian grinned, glancing at the girl, noting the movement of her hand. "You know... I really do prefer to see you naked. Perhaps you should take off the rest of your clothes," she suggested mock-teasingly. Feeling bold in the car once again, a total change from the restaurant, she wordlessly wriggled out of her skirt and shed her top, turning as best she could to lay her leg, bent at the knee on the seat, leaning against the door, showing a nice, strobing view as they passed beneath the lights along the freeway. Lillian nodded approvingly. "Yes, that's much better. I think you should stay naked as much as legally possible." She grinned, keeping her hands on the wheel with an effort. "Now, touch yourself. Make yourself cum again. It's such a beautiful sight." Sharon grinned at Lillian, her hands wandering over her own body, one hand tweaking her nipples as the other played with her neatly trimmed hair, occasionally inserting a finger into herself, gasping. She leaned her head back, her hair being whipped by the wind. Lillian clearly enjoyed the view, glancing across when she could, driving a little slower to stay safe on the road, biting her lips as her own body responded to the erotic sight. Turning fully in the seat, Sharon kept her leg still bent at the knee as she placed her other in Lillian's lap, stretching out. She moved her foot into Lillian's crotch, using her heel to gently grind into Lillian's mound. Lillian breathed a little faster, pulling her own dress up enough for the girl's foot to press against her through the thin silk of her thong, one hand reaching down to caress her foot and leg as best she could. With the excitement she felt, the turn onto the quiet suburban road where her home sat came almost too soon. She pulled into the garage and then, with an effort of will, moved the girl's foot and climbed out of the car. Sharon whimpered as her fingers worked on her own crotch, heedless of the fact that they were in the garage, she shuddered as she came, panting. Opening her eyes with her head still on the door frame, she stared up into the eyes of her very own Goddess. Leaning against the car, Lillian watched the orgasm with bright eyes, deliberately crossing her arms to keep from touching herself. Once the girl was finished, she leaned down to claim her mouth with a hungry, deep kiss, then gathered up the girl's clothes and turned away, moving into the house, dropping the clothes by the stairs and then pulling off her own as she walked up them. Sharon followed silently, mesmerized by the sway of Lillian's hips; the deft movements as Lillian removed her clothes. Purpose. It seemed that Lillian did everything with purpose. She didn't seem to waste any movement in whatever she did. Sharon's heart grew. She thought to herself, "I can fall in love with someone in a single day?" Lillian was naked before she got to the top of the stairs, clothes discarded as she got them off. She walked into the bedroom... by the time Sharon got to the door, she was laying back, naked, legs spread in mute invitation, a hungry, almost pleading look on her face. Sharon needed no words, she walked with purpose toward the bed, dipping her head as she went, imagining that she was a jungle cat on the hunt and had just spotted her prey. A visible change came over her, pure lust coupled with growing love invaded her every pore as she slid between Lillian's legs, deeply inhaling Lillian's sex-smell. She needed no instruction as she used hands to part Lillian's lips, licking and sucking Lillian's clit voraciously. Lillian arched her back, clutching at the pillows, gasping loudly as her legs spread to allow the girl more access, her eyes fluttering closed as all her attention went to the feeling of lips against her. Sharon discovered that she could use her nose to rub Lillian's clit as she tilted her head, licking Lillian's vagina, inserting her tongue as far as it would go then withdrawing it, opening her mouth wider so she could lick Lillian's asshole, then her pussy. Back and forth the tongue traveled, growing more insistent. Faster. Inserting into her ass, then her pussy in rapid succession. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 02 Lillian's hips were bucking and jumping almost with each lick, little moans and whimpers escaping as Sharon's attentions rapidly reached their mark. The first caress between her rear cheeks made her gasp even louder, and then the tongue delving into both her entrances was the final straw... she came hard, loudly, reaching down to cradle and caress the head between her legs as she shuddered with the pleasure. Sharon lifted her head momentarily to watch the beauty in the throes of passion, then remembering what she was doing, sealed her mouth over Lillian's slit, sucking for all she was worth. Lillian bucked the last few times as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her, then subsided back, moaning in soft pleasure as Sharon's mouth engulfed her mound, rolling her hips and lifting her head to look down at the girl. Sharon was enraptured; she attacked Lillian's pussy like a starving cat, licking and sucking, hearing her lover moan and cry, reveling in the fact that she was doing something right. "Oh god, yes... oh yes..." Lillian couldn't resist vocalizing her pleasure, her hungry slit practically drinking up each and every caress, hands stroking Sharon's face and tangling in her hair. After a minute she lifted one leg and rolled over, her bottom lifted in encouragement to Sharon's mouth, her head filled with thoughts of pleasure at the rear caresses she'd already received. Sharon never broke contact, somehow remaining attached at the mouth to Lillian's pussy as Lillian turned over. She laid her cheek against the round globes of Lillian's butt, savoring the feel of the soft, tender yet firm flesh. She spread Lillian's cheeks, lowering her mouth to kiss Lillian's pucker, licking it with the same fervor she had used on her pussy. She inserted a finger into Lillian's ass; another went in Lillian's pussy as she pumped her hand. Her other hand covered Lillian's mound, rubbing rapidly. The squeals that Lillian made were an obvious sign of her enjoyment, hips humping and rolling again as she approached a second, more powerful orgasm. She rocked back onto Sharon's fingers, grinding onto them, gasping and clutching at the bed as she lost herself in the sensations. A thought came into Sharon's head. She had heard tales that some people liked dirty talk. "Are you gonna come for me, bitch? Huh? Do I have to fuck you like this to make you come, slut? I'm gonna fuck you stupid, woman!" She gave a few whacks to Lillian's butt, watching her hand-print as it reddened. Lillian giggled at the talk, blushing somehow even more than the flush of arousal she already had, and was then abruptly bucking hard, the orgasm rocking her body in its throes. The slaps made her yelp and come harder, lower muscles flexing in uncontrolled response. "COME FOR ME! You know you want it!" She landing another stinging blow on Lillian's firm buttocks, pleased with herself for doing so well and grinning ear to ear. Lillian gasped again, finally slumping down, overcome and dizzy with the aftermath, panting hard as waves washed through her, eyes closed a she tried to think again. Sharon gently and tenderly removed her fingers to crawl up beside Lillian, lying face down beside her, throwing an arm lovingly over her back. "Did I hurt you, Ms Lillian?" She nuzzled her ear, kissing her softly. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was hurt her mentor/lover. "Hurt so good," she giggled, rolling over to pull the girl into an embrace, one leg sliding up so that her thigh pressed firmly against Sharon's mound, between her legs. She kissed the girl hungrily; tongue delving into her mouth, and then leaned back to gaze into her eyes. "You're good at that. Amazingly good." "You know I didn't mean any of what I said, right?" she asked pleadingly, her sex gently moving on Lillian's thigh. Lillian giggled again, one hand sliding down to cup the girl's ass, using the grip to help her move against Lillian's smooth thigh. "It was perfect, sweetheart, very sexy and very fun. You really are quite delicious." Sharon smiled a smile of pure joy at the praise. It became very evident to Lillian that praise must have been given rarely at Sharon's house, for Sharon started sniffling, hugging her tightly. "Ms Lillian.... I.... you...." The giggling, flirty girl from a few hours ago suddenly seemed vulnerable. She could only cling to Lillian. Steeling herself, she asked, "Will you make me yours? Forever?" "Oh, my beloved," Almost overcome, Lillian pulled the girl close, soft bodies pressed together. She held her there for a long while, then released her and slid back a bit to look into her face. "Sweetheart... I'm not going to say anything like that, because I wouldn't tie you to me that much. There is a lot for you to do and see still before you settle into anything like that. But I do promise that I want you here with me as long as you want, as long as you are happy." She leaned in to kiss the girl gently, just a caress of her lips. Sharon frowned slightly at the first words, but then nodded in understanding, content that she could continue to fawn over her lover. "Ms Lillian, do you think you COULD ever consent to keep me? I could be your.... slave." Her face became beet red, a look that further endeared her to Lillian. "All in due time, sweetheart. Little steps, 'kay?" She kissed her gently again, and then settled down into the bed, cuddling her close. "Now sleep. It's been a long day for you, and there's plenty more to do tomorrow." Sharon snuggled up to Lillian, totally forgetting that she had to be up for school tomorrow. She nestled in tightly, draping her arm over Lillian's tummy, heaved a small sigh of pure contentment, and drifted off. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 03 Chapter 03: Test Day Six o'clock the next morning there was a clatter downstairs. Someone else was inside the house, moving things around rather noisily. Sharon's eyes snapped open. She tried to focus them as she sat up and looked around, totally disoriented. Then she remembered where she was, looking around frantically for Lillian, spying her, still asleep next to her. Seizing the first thing she saw, a tennis shoe, she yanked the top sheet from the bed, wrapping it around her nude figure and made her way cautiously toward the stairs. Lillian just 'mmmd' in the bed, rolling over. Downstairs was a curvy woman in a stereotypical French maid uniform, complete with flared skirt, ruffles, thigh-high stockings, impractically high heels and deep cleavage. Unexpectedly, she seemed to actually be cleaning. Sharon dashed back to the bedroom. "Ms Lillian! Wake up! There's a woman downstairs!" She shook Lillian awake, wide-eyed with terror, brandishing the shoe like a club. ""Where'd I put my cellphone?!?!?" Frantically, she looked around the room, spying the phone on the floor in the corner where she had thrown it after calling her father. She dashed to it, scooping it up and flipping it open. Lillian blinked at her sleepily, then sat up. "Mmm? Oh yes. That's Cindy. Don't worry. What time is it?" She reached vaguely for the watch on her bedside table, groping around for it. Sharon stopped midway to turning the phone on, looking at Lillian quizzically. "Cindy? Is she another girlfriend?" She purposely dropped the phone; if Ms Lillian wasn't concerned about the intruder, neither was she. She unwrapped the sheet, threw it back over the bed, and climbed in next to Lillian again, snuggling against her, seeking protection; from what, she didn't know. Lillian smiled, tugging the girl close, nude body against nude body. "Not quite, sweetheart, no. She's sort of a combination of rescue case, sex toy and source of inspiration." The older woman grinned and got out of bed after a final squeeze. "Since we're awake, you better get ready for school. I'll arrange breakfast." "OH, NO!" Sharon bolted upright in bed, the sheet falling from her, exposing her pert breasts, the nipples standing out proudly. "There was supposed to be a test yesterday! They'll probably make me stay late to make it up..." She climbed out of bed again, moving to the bathroom for her morning evolutions. Lillian took a moment to enjoy the view of the sleek youth, then vanished downstairs. "Cindy! Sharon is staying with me for the foreseeable future. Please iron her school clothes." The response was inaudible in the bathroom. Lillian busied herself in the kitchen, the smells of bacon and similar breakfast foods soon filling the house. The maid appeared in the bedroom, rummaging around as she pulled out clothes and sorted them neatly. In the bathroom, Sharon showered quickly, somewhat saddened that she was removing Lillian's scents from her, washing her hair thoroughly and wincing slightly whenever the stream hit her slit; her clit being hypersensitive from yesterday and last night's events. She shut off the water and drew back the curtain, realizing somewhat abashedly that she had forgotten to put a towel close; she was so used to laying one on the toilet seat, but she had been thinking of other things. She stepped over the tub's edge and made her way over to the closet, opening the door while the water puddled around her feet. "Oh, Miss!" The girl in the uniform, unseen in the corner of the room, scurried over with several towels in hand. "You are dripping everywhere!" "I'm sorry, Miss Cindy, but I forgot a towel. Don't worry, I'll clean it up. You have enough to do." Sharon dried herself, and then bent over, unconsciously giving Cindy a pleasing view of her cute ass and pink slit, wiping up the water tracks from the tub. She reached to hang the towel over the curtain rod. The maid wasn't much older than Sharon, and had a pretty, rounded face that made her look even younger. She continued to scurry around, dabbing up water, her face blushing faintly as she averted her eyes from Sharon's figure. "No, please, let me. It is my duty." Her uniform rustled pleasingly as she bent over to clean. Sharon couldn't help but casually move behind Cindy, bending to ostensibly wipe a droplet from her ankle, but turning her head to look at the maid's ass. She was totally devoted to Ms Lillian, but wanted to, "check out the competition," as it were. She got a flash of slit in return. The maid wasn't wearing underwear and the ruffles under the dress did a good job of keeping her exposed to view when she was bent over. She was shaven smooth, and her rounded bottom was firm and enticing. She didn't seem aware of the look, but the blush on her face had deepened slightly when she straightened. She tucked the wet towels away in a suitable container and then stood with her hands clasped in front of her, eyes downcast. "If you would show me which you would like to wear today, Miss, I will iron them immediately." Sharon giggled at being called, "Miss," by someone so close to her own age, perhaps even a bit older. "Ummm....maybe you could pick something out for me? I don't know what I grabbed in my haste to get out of my house. I just stuffed some things in those two bags and left. I don't even know if anything matches. Would you mind?" "I'm not the best at fashion, Miss, but, um..." She moved over to look at the clothes she'd already laid out and sorted, picking through them hesitantly. "Mistress, um... likes skirts, and, um... this top matches..." She picked out a short skirt and simple top, setting them to one side and glancing up, anxious for approval. Sharon brightened considerably. She DID have some things that matched. "Those'll do fine! Need any help with the ironing?" She asked, looking around for a clean pair of panties and bra. Then, remembering what Lillian had said in the car last night, she gave up and looked back to Cindy. "No Miss, I'm fine. Thank you." She dipped into a rather sweet little curtsy. "Mistress will have breakfast ready by now, I'm sure." She gathered up the clothes and dipped again, then practically ran from the room, no doubt heading for the ironing equipment. There was underwear amongst the things left, if Sharon so chose. Sharon brushed her damp hair carefully for she wanted it to look halfway decent for her lover. Laying down the brush, she headed for the stairs, calling down, "Ms Lillian? I have a present for you!" She giggled again and started her descent. The older woman was wearing nothing but an apron, laying dishes onto the table... mounds of bacon, eggs, breads, tomatoes and such already waiting. "Ah, there you are, sweetheart. Mmm, you look good enough to eat." She grinned, raising an eyebrow. "What present would that be?" Sharon practically flew to hug Lillian, then model-turned, spreading her arms, presenting her nude form. "I started to put on panties and bra, but I remembered that you wanted me to dress as skimpily as possible. I figured that since we were inside..." Lillian hugged her close, laughing merrily as she looked the girl up and down. "Thank you, sweetheart, it's my favorite kind of present." She reached down a free hand and squeezed the girl's bottom, then waved the hand at the table. "Sit. Eat. I hope Cindy is making herself useful." She turned to transfer the last of the food to the table and then took off the apron, seating her own nude form and picking up a slice of toast. Sharon sat, her butt cheeks scrubbing across the seat. She wasn't used to sitting on a hardwood chair while nude. She helped herself to the food, scooping a bit of each item onto her plate. "She's very nice. Cute, too." She chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and spoke again. "Earlier, you said that she was a rescue and sex toy? What did you mean?" "She's an interesting personality type. A pure slave. She has a deep, burning need to be controlled and used. You get it in a lot of people, of course, but not as much as I've seen in her. Unfortunately she'd been born into a rather unpleasant family. Her father was prostituting her, and then sold her to another man to do the same. I found her while I was doing research for a book, bought her ostensibly for myself, and set her up here. She likes housework, and I enjoy giving her the treatment she desires, so... " She grinned and took a bite of the food. Sharon's eyes grew wider as Lillian told the tale. "You BOUGHT her?!?! Like a puppy at the pet store? How can anyone sell a human being? I thought that was against the law." She dropped her toast on her plate, scooting back, appetite gone. Lillian raised an eyebrow. "There's different levels of 'bought,' sweetheart. Some people do it for fun, those who want to be slaves and those who want to be masters and mistresses. I'll show you, when we go to my club. Unfortunately there's also a thriving slave trade of the unwilling kind, to whom Cindy belonged. I gave him a fair amount of money for her. Unfortunately for him, I was also wearing a rather clever device that was communicating with a police vehicle outside, so... that particular section of the trade is no more." She grinned again, almost predatory this time. "One of the more interesting sides of the club is how it attracts that sort of trade. We take quite some delight in acting as a honeypot for them." She took another bite. The youngster shifted uncomfortably in her seat, a myriad questions wanting to flood out. "My government teacher said that slavery and human trafficking is a big threat today. But, I've seen pictures of willing slaves, so I kinda know that part. It's good that you cooperated with the police, too. I knew you were a nice lady, but....WOW! Undercover work? Like on the cop shows? You're a heroine! I knew I fell in love with you for some rea..." She stopped mid sentence, realizing what she had said, blushing furiously, looking down at her lap as she expected a tirade with the final part being, "GET OUT!" Lillian just gazed at the younger girl, a faint smile on her face. After a moment she got up, moved over to kneel beside Sharon's chair, and then reached up to pull the girl into a deep, passionate kiss. Finally breaking the kiss, she moved back enough to gaze into the girl's eyes, waiting for a long moment. "Slowly, sweetheart," she said softly. "One step at a time." Another quick kiss, and then she stood and took a deep breath. "Enough distraction. Finish eating... I'm going to shower quickly, and then take you to school." Her hips swayed as the naked woman strode out of the room and headed upstairs. Sharon let herself be kissed, halfheartedly returning it, then, after realizing that she was not going to be berated, more passionately, moaning slightly at the taste of the older woman; wanting to forever continue kissing those perfect lips. Her head jerked a little as Lillian pulled away. She watched the provocative sway, gulping the remainder of her food, washing it down with a glass of a juice and went upstairs, too. Lillian reappeared out of the shower, dripping wet, as Sharon reached the top. As she dried herself, Cindy appeared, dipping into a curtsy and handing Sharon the clothes, freshly ironed. Lillian pulled on a light dress, ignoring underwear, and then headed for the door. "Ready when you are, sweetheart," she smiled and headed for the car. Sharon hurriedly dressed in a skirt and thin-strapped top, leaving off her panties. Maybe she could flash the cute math teacher in sixth hour. She thanked Cindy, told her to have a nice day and headed to join Lillian. The car ride was smooth to the nearby high school, the usual gaggle of students slowly filing in, preparing for the day. They were early, so the groups were fairly thin. Lillian grinned to herself as she pulled up in the large, expensive car, and then smiled gently at Sharon. "Here we are." Sharon looked around, spotting a group of football jocks, most of whom had never given her a second look. She looked over at Lillian, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, then pressed the horn several times. She grabbed Lillian, kissing her deeply, knowing that jaws were dropping outside the car. She sucked Lillian's lower lip as she pulled back slowly. "That'll give the snobs something to talk about," she giggled, reaching for the door. Lillian happily kissed back, although the horn made her jump at first. She laughed at Sharon's intentions, shaking her head in amusement, and gave the girl's bottom a gentle slap as she got out of the car. "Don't torture your schoolmates... or if you do, at least make it interesting and share the story later." She winked and waited for the door to close before driving off. The jocks stared at the stunning beauty behind the wheel, turning to look back and forth between Sharon and Lillian. Sharon just stuck her nose in the air and sauntered past, not giving them a second glance. She met up with Regan and blabbered excitedly about her new friend, leaving out the saucy bits, but leaving no doubt in Regan's mind that Lillian was a great kisser. The rest of the day passed, seemingly in slow motion, her last class of the day being the one that she missed the test on. Her pencil flew through the answers, answering the whole thing in less than 20 minutes. She waited impatiently for the test results, eager to see Lillian again. As the male teacher graded it, she shifted a bit to let her skirt ride up, barely letting him see that she was not wearing underwear. She got an, "A." She walked out of the classroom while giggling to herself and was met by Regan who asked if she could meet the new girlfriend. Sharon picked up the payphone (her cell was still lying on the floor in the corner at home) and called Ms Lillian's cellphone. Lillian answered the phone, a little cautious at the unrecognized number. "Hello? Lillian speaking..." "Hi, Ms Lillian! Regan wants to meet you. Is it okay if she comes home with me? And, are you going to pick me up or do I need to walk?" "Of course I'll come to pick you up, sweetheart. Who's Regan? I'm on my way now." She headed down to the garage, getting into the car as they spoke. Sharon giggled. Not the fun giggle that Lillian always heard, but the giggle reserved for teenaged girls who were with other teenaged girls. "Remember how I told you that Megan always bragged that she could get ANYONE? Regan's her twin sister, but SOOO much nicer and not stuck up at all." More giggling, Lillian could hear something that sounded like, "dumb bitch," from another voice, then more giggling. Lillian gave an amused sigh. "Okay, be there in five." She hung up, pulled the car out, and drove to the school, the car's powerful engine thrumming contentedly as she pulled up at the entrance. The pair wasn't hard to spot, as they were the only two visible in the empty parking lot. Lillian cruised up to them slowly, swinging the car into a parking spot and unlocking the doors. Sharon opened the passenger door, the rear door opening to admit Regan. Regan was put together well. A mass of long, curly blonde hair almost touched the seat as she bent to get in headfirst. When she raised up, Lillian could make out the long, aquiline nose, V-shaped face, slender neck and rather large breasts clad in a t-shirt with a local grunge-band logo on it. Loose-fitting blue jeans covered what could only be long legs, ending in a pair of pink high-topped tennis shoes. Sharon gave Lillian a peck on the cheek, turning in her seat to make introductions. "Ms Lillian, this is Regan. Regan....," she giggled, "My lover, Ms Lillian." "Hello Regan. Very nice to meet you," Lillian said neutrally, smiling at the girl before turning to flash Sharon a wider grin. "Hello sweetheart." The moment the doors closed she pulled out again, turning the car to head back to the house. "Hey, Miz Lillian," Regan spoke, in greeting, her voice a natural low sultriness. "How come Sharon calls you, 'Miz,' if you two are a thing?" Regan's eyes turned to stare at Lillian through the rear-view. Those eyes were the color of a cloudless summer day and seemed to stir something more primal in Lillian than Sharon had. Lillian felt herself fortunate that she'd been faced with some very erotically intense situations in the past; it helped her keep her cool when talking to the stunning teen. She glanced at the mirror, and then sideways at Sharon, half-shrugging in response. "That's a good question, Regan... perhaps we should ask Sharon." She smiled at the girl and turned her attention back to the road. The Giggler did her thing, giggling mirthfully, "That's for me to know and you to find out." She crinkled her nose playfully, turning to expose herself to Lillian, hiking her skirt up, knowing that Regan who was seated directly behind couldn't see. Lillian actually colored slightly, a slight redness across her cheeks at the delicious view. "How about you, Regan? Do you have a 'thing' in your life at the moment?" she called over her shoulder. Regan turned to look out the window, hair whipping around her head like a blonde tornado. She didn't even try to subdue it. "Nope. Had a few off and on, mostly chicks. Nothing major, though. Why? Got someone in mind?" She turned her gaze back to the mirror, unaware of any effect on Lillian. Sharon piped up, "Ms Lillian, how about...?" She motioned with her head toward the house. Lillian glanced at Sharon again, raising a quizzical eyebrow. "Playing Cupid, sweetheart?" she said softly. "You're very sweet. Well, lets see what happens." She pulled into the garage and then climbed out, striding through the connecting door into the house. "Cindy! Visitors! Drinks, please, quickly now." She led the way into the comfortable lounge area, flopping down onto the sofa with a sigh of satisfaction. Sharon sat unbidden next to Lillian, curling her legs beneath her as Regan looked around, collapsing in a chair by herself. She sat in very unladylike position, slumping down in the chair, legs straight but spread, arms loosely resting on the chair arms. "Nice place. Musta cost a good deal." "I like to live comfortably." Cindy appeared, eyes downcast submissively, her little wiggle flicking the maid uniform provocatively. She knelt to settle the tray of drinks on the low table in the middle of the room, the action flashing the group with a view of the ruffles and a brief glimpse of the lower curves of her bare bottom. "And a maid, too? Damn, I need to hang out with you more." Regan eyed the firm butt as Cindy bent to place the tray on the table. "Sorry, I just gotta..." She reached out a hand to lightly rub Cindy's butt. "Wow...nice... Hey, maid, you attached?" Sharon picked up her drink, resting her head comfortably on Lillian's shoulder, sipping and enjoying the fact that she was once again with her lover. Cindy squeaked and jumped, obviously not used to such a forward move even from Lillian's guests. She kept her eyes lowered as she answered, frozen in position, her back arched automatically to allow Regan to do as she would. "No, Miss. Not attached." "Wow," Regan said again. "Cute thing like you? Unattached?" She had apparently forgotten that there were others in the room, fondling Cindy's rear end with both hands now, running a thumb along her slit. She was no dummy; she knew a posture of submission when she saw one. "Not attached...." she mused, "Wanna be?" Cindy shuddered, her back arching more, legs spreading instinctively. "I don't... I mean... I... er... am not good for that kind of thing," she stammered. Lillian leaned forward to interject. "What Cindy means is that her specific desires don't normally make her good girlfriend material." "Yeah?" Regan sank to her knees behind the older girl. "Maid, when was the last time you had a good tonguing?" She cast those amazing eyes on Lillian. "That is, if YOU don't mind, Miz Lillian," said as more a statement than a question. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 03 Sharon, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before her, took the opportunity to reach a hand forward to caress Lillian's breasts. Lillian caught the girl's hands, lifting one to kiss the center of her palm before trapping them in her lap as she watched the pair. "Cindy, worship position." Cindy immediately bent forward, face pressed to the ground, back arched, her butt in the air, slit and ass spread and exposed to anyone behind her as her knees moved apart. "Regan, Cindy is a slave. She normally does the tonguing, rather than receives it. Her deepest desire is to serve, to be abused in whatever way her Mistress wishes, or by anyone her Mistress wishes, her body used as nothing more than something to bring him or her pleasure. It's quite a responsibility." "Gotcha," replied Regan. "Then, I should ask permission. Mind if I play with your toy?" She lightly fondled Cindy's globes, entranced by the pink slit and puckered sphincter above it. Sharon, meanwhile, didn't try to free her hands, instead choosing to delve deeper, waggling her fingers, brushing Lillian's clit now and again, pushing her hand a bit further down to slip two fingers into Lillian. "Play with her, certainly. She's yours to abuse as you wish, while you're here. On the other hand, if you want something more... permanent... well, lets see how you feel later, shall we?" Her hips jumped under Sharon's fingers, and she glanced at the girl with mixed amusement and reproach. Cindy, in contrast, just quivered slightly under Regan's hands. Sharon giggled and sucked her lower lip in mock hurt at the chastising look, continuing to wriggle her fingers, finding Lillian's clit, rubbing it tenderly. She knew how sensitive her own was to touch, and a misdirected fingernail could cause unbearable pain. Lillian's hips jumped again, the older woman blinking as she tried to keep an eye on the other two. Regan looked at the back of Cindy's head, "Maid, I never was one for the really rough stuff. You like to be abused?" Cindy's voice was faintly muffled as she lay in her indiscreet position. "I... have enjoyed abuse, Miss. I like control, more than anything else, and the abuse highlights the control." The way she spoke suggested a lot of self-analysis had gone into her understanding; her life was presumably based around her desires. Regan seized a handful of Cindy's hair, jerking the maid's head back harshly. "Yes or no will do. You're talking to me, not the carpet, maid. Yes or no...?" The young woman rocked, nearly falling over, her lifted bottom waggling as her head was painfully pulled back. Her gasp had definite erotic undertones. "Y... yes Miss," she whimpered, eyes tightly shut. Sharon gently massaged her lover, enthralled in the scene, fingers moving automatically, her own pussy beginning to moisten. She reached her free hand to take Lillian's and place it in her lap, motioning for Lillian to rub her gently, too. Lillian glanced across again, her lips curving in a smile at Sharon's overt action. Deciding to up the ante, she leaned across to purr into Sharon's ear. "Why don't you get undressed for me?" Sharon simply nodded, captivated by Regan's interaction with Cindy, and slipped off her skirt and top, throwing them on the floor behind the sofa. She laid a leg over Lillian's lap, opening herself up to Lillian's expert touch, still massaging Lillian's crotch slowly. Regan intoned, "Do you want me to continue to call you, 'Maid,' or should I call you something else?" She shook Cindy's head in time to her words, heedless of the pair on the sofa, enjoying the fact that she was able to control another. Lillian's finger glided over Sharon's clit and then pushed into her, delving deeply into her wetness and then slowly thrusting in and out. Sharon immediately lost contact with Lillian's clit as she lay back on the sofa, closing her eyes, squeaking as the fingers penetrated her then purring at the thrusting. Cindy still had her eyes tightly shut, a faint flush on her cheeks as she answered. "Whatever Miss wishes to call me." "Hmm...." said Regan, releasing the hair. "'Slave' is too blasé, 'Slut' is used too much...I think I'll call you, 'Flower,' because you have rosy cheeks on your face and butt. Would you like that? Want me to call you, "Flower?" Cindy kept her head at the angle it was held, even after it was released. "If it pleases you, Miss," she responded submissively. Lillian kept her finger moving rhythmically, not seeking an orgasm just yet, slowly building up the pleasure as she watched the exchange. "What did I tell you, Flower?" Regan, getting into her role, landed a stinging slap across Cindy's bare butt. "Yes or no!" Another hard smack on the other cheek. Cindy 'eeped' at each smack, and was barely able to stifle a moan after the second one. She quickly nodded, working at keeping herself still. "Yes, Miss," she answered as soon as she could find the words. Regan, thoroughly enjoying her dominance, bent to bite Cindy on the ass, leaving her teeth marks. "Was, 'Miss,' one of the options I gave you?" She roughly shoved three fingers into Cindy's moist tunnel, using her other hand to find Cindy's clit, and pinch it between thumb and forefinger. "I guess Lillian hasn't trained you right, after all." Regan flipped her gorgeous blond hair, focusing her smoldering blue eyes on Lillian. Again, Lillian felt a tingling where Sharon's hand had been moments ago. Sharon squirmed and moved closer to Lillian's hand, inching her butt into Lillian's lap. Cindy jumped, gasping at the bite, and then yelping loudly at the sudden rough penetration. Lillian smiled back at Regan's look, tilting her head, her words directed towards Cindy. "Are you disgracing me, Flower? We shall have to discuss this later." Her own fingers moved to pinch Sharon's clit. Sharon's hips jumped as she moaned at the touch. She sat up, wrapping her arms around Lillian's neck, kissing her passionately, moaning into her mouth. She reached a hand to lift Lillian's top, exposing those beautiful breasts, lowering her head to suckle as a babe. Sucking greedily, eager for Lillian to make her come as she pumped her hips to meet that magic touch. Regan, pumping her hand, withdrew her index finger to lay it across Cindy's puckered opening, allowing it to slide as she pumped. "You haven't answered me, Flower. Isn't it polite to respond to a direct question?" She smacked Cindy's butt again, reddening it further. Cindy whimpered again, hips now moving unconsciously in time to Regan's fingers, hips jumping. "Yes," she managed finally, panting, dripping wet from the attentions. Lillian bit her lip as Sharon's mouth settled on her sensitive nipple, her fingers moving faster against the girl's slit. "There," Regan said conversationally, pumping her hand a bit faster, "Was that so hard? I think that deserves a little reward. Why don't you turn yourself around and undress me? But, my hand has to remain inside you. All right?" Sharon moaned again, sucking harder on "her" nipple, moving her hips faster in time with Lillian's hand. She slid her hand upwards, raising Lillian's top over her head and flinging it over to join the clothes behind the sofa. Cindy, still quivering from the results of Regan's fingering, took a moment to turn around. The way she had to lift her leg was ungainly, spreading herself wide to the world. She was fortunately dexterous enough to manage, assuming Regan didn't deliberately withdraw her hand to punish the girl. She leaned forward to work at Regan's clothes fastenings. Lillian blushed a little as her large, firm breasts were revealed, her back still arched towards Sharon's mouth. Her fingers moved faster as well, thrusting quite hard in and out of Sharon now, thumb working on her clit as well. Sharon began grunting with pure, animalistic lust at each thrust of Lillian's hand, an occasional uncharacteristic squeal coming from her. She reached a hand to Lillian's back, pulling her closer, crushing that marvelous tit against her mouth, her tongue flicking rapidly over the nipple. Regan kept up the pumping as the maid turned toward her, smiling as she watched the contortionist in action. "I asked you a question and didn't hear your response, Flower." Her free hand came down with a resounding thwack on Cindy's butt. Cindy squeaked, jumping again, her ass squirming slightly in response to the delicious sting. "I'm, sorry Miss. Wh-which question?" She trembled, anticipating the punishment for having lost track, carefully unbuttoning Regan's jeans and then hesitantly tugging on them as a sign that she wanted to pull them off. Regan's hand suddenly stopped, still inside Cindy's slickness, "Awww," she said, mockingly, "My Flower is confused." She spanked Cindy several times very hard, alternating cheeks; absolutely thrilled with the reaction she was getting each time the maid squeaked. "My last question was, 'All right?' wasn't it? You never answered that one. Now, do you want me to finger you some more?" Regan squirmed her hips, letting Cindy tug her pants down, revealing a pink silk thong, her hair trimmed neatly to accommodate the outline of it. The girl's ass wiggled with each smack. It was very obvious that she was extremely turned on by each one, and her bottom was now very red. "Yes, and yes," she stammered, trying to think, hands trembling as she pulled her jeans down. "Very good, each response gets a reward." Regan began moving her fingers again, wriggling them inside Cindy as she spoke, "Undress me all the way, Flower. If I lose contact with you, your employer gets this pleasure, not you. Got it?" Sharon began to quiver in Lillian's lap, the beginnings of her orgasm starting. Desperately trying to think, Cindy murmured a "Yes," and reached to pull up Regan's top, attempting to tug it over her head, while not interrupting the girl's arm and fingers. It was obviously hard for her to concentrate, the spanking and fingering having quite clouded her thoughts. Lillian reached to tilt Sharon's face upwards, her mouth covering that of the young beauty's as she worked her into an orgasm with her tireless fingers. Sharon immediately switched her sucking from Lillian's nipple to her tongue, shaking, convulsing and moaning into her mouth, flicking Lillian's tongue with as much enthusiasm as she showed the nipple. Regan, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, said, "Quite the dilemma, huh? If you make me remove my hand, you get no more of this. If you don't take my shirt off, you fail your orders. Gee...what'll you do? You still have my bra and thong to think about." She slowed her pumping fingers, wanting the maid to BEG her for release. The maid was well trained; she would never orgasm without permission (at least, as much as she could control it). The dilemma was obviously weighing upon her. Fail the hand-removal order, or the undress order. She finally had to decide that the contact order had less priority, as well as the loss of contact allowing for a brief respite to keep from coming. She lifted herself up and away from the hand, taking the opportunity to attempt to slip the shirt off and away. Regan pouted and sighed disappointedly. "Awww, Flowerrrrr." She sniffed mockingly. "It was so easy, too. There were two solutions, actually. The first: just rip the shirtsleeve. The other, much easier way, would have been to take my other hand and slide it into your cunt, then pull out the one already inside. Too bad. I really wanted to watch you squirm, too. Here..." She thrust her slick fingers in front of Cindy's face, "...a consolation prize. Thanks for playing." Regan did a mental double take. She didn't consider herself to be that cruel to another human being. If someone had acted and spoken like that to HER, an ass-kicking would have swiftly followed. Sharon bucked and squirmed as she sucked Lillian's tongue, clawing her back, once again trying to climb inside her lover. Her juices flowed like water, drenching Lillian's hand and lap, Lillian having a hard time keeping her fingers inside. Cindy, it seemed, was made of very different stuff. She simply leaned forward, tongue flicking out to obediently lick Regan's fingers, her hips still jumping slightly as her body came down from the erotic high she'd been riding. Getting over herself, Regan grinned evilly at Cindy, mocking, "My, my, my....Flower... Again, you're being remiss in your duties." She gestured to her bra and thong. The young maid, looking vaguely flustered, immediately shuffled around on her knees, trying to get behind Regan to unclip her bra. Lillian was focusing on Sharon's pleasure, her hand still moving vigorously, tongue curling around that of the younger girl. Sharon lost all track. Ecstasy overrode every emotion and sound; she was putty. Breathing heavily as her tongue fought with Lillian's, she continued to come. Her juices were a steady stream. How did this petite little thing have so much in her? Regan, savoring the puppet before her, grabbed Cindy's hair again, roughly pulling her in front again. "Did I tell you to move from your place in front of me?" She bent to kiss Cindy viciously on the lips, sucking the maid's lower lip into her mouth, biting it hard. Cindy whimpered into the bite, her hips squirming, but she was careful not to try to pull away, the rough, controlling movement serving only to make her breathing quicken audibly. After a moment to adjust, her hands slipped carefully around Regan, reaching for the hooks on her bra. "Thaaaaat's what I wanted," Regan purred, her smoky voice becoming silken. She tilted her head, mashing her lips against Cindy's, inserting her tongue into Cindy's mouth. Her hands slipped downwards and beneath the maid's skirt to grab her ass, pulling her close. Cindy's mouth opened obediently, taking in the tongue, her own tracing against it as her soft body melted against Regan. She reached up to slip the girl's bra straps off her shoulders, her uniform rustling under the kiss. Lillian, breaking the kiss to watch the pair on the floor again, gently caressed Sharon, easing her down from the orgasmic peak. Sharon lay back in Lillian's arms, resting her head against the older woman's chest, half-lidded eyes turning toward the scene on the floor. Regan's breasts jutted proudly; they seemed to flow away from her in a banana shape, puffy nipples with silver-dollar-sized areolas. She stood up to allow Cindy to pull off her thong, raising her feet alternately while using Cindy's head for support. She was a natural blonde. She spread her legs wide, forming a large triangle. "Flower, move your nose so it just touches my hair." She released Cindy's hair. The young maid's hands practically trembled from a mixture of nervousness and obvious arousal as she slid down the thong, eyes dipping demurely as she saw the girl exposed completely. Shifting on her knees, she lifted herself and arched her back; her face tilted up as she knelt until Regan's lower hair lightly brushed her nose. She froze as much as she could, holding the position, waiting for more instructions. Sharon's composure regained, she lightly kissed Lillian then slipped off her lap to kneel between the Goddess's knees, gazing upwards into her eyes; her own shining with pure love. Regan looked down at the maid, running her hands over her own breasts. "Flower, I want you to eat me while you undress for me. If your mouth breaks contact..." She let the words hang. Cindy immediately curled out her tongue, delving in to find and flick over Regan's clit, and then further down to press between her lips and seek her entrance. She settled into careful, firm licks, keeping the rhythm going for a moment before reaching up for the fastenings on the uniform. Regan closed her eyes feeling the tongue on her clit. However, she stood as solid a stone, her throat the only thing working as she fought to keep a moan from escaping. Sharon slid her hands up Lillian's skirt on the outside of her thighs, tugging gently for Lillian to scoot forward to the edge of the sofa. Lillian grinned down at the girl, scooting forward as she was tugged, biting her lip as her skirt slid up to reveal her smooth, hairless slit. Sharon did something she had never done before. She grinned evilly, contorting her face into a semblance of an imaginary demon. The sight sent a shiver up Lillian's spine in anticipation of what the girl had in mind. Cindy continued to lick, head bobbing as her tongue delved again and again, the fastenings on her uniform clicking loudly as she undid them. The bodice opened first, springing apart to release a rather spectacular pair of breasts, full, rounded, heavy, shapely. She carefully slid the uniform down over her curvy hips, revealing her full, rounded ass completely now. Regan, upon hearing the rustling of the uniform, opened one eye, gazing imperiously down at Cindy. "You're a good contortionist, you know that? As a gift for following my orders, you may do one thing only to me. One thing of your own choosing." Starting at Lillian's left knee, Sharon kissed lightly, coating the inside of Lillian's thigh with little pecks. She restrained herself from licking any flesh, merely kissing. She worked her way up Lillian's thigh, kissing over the top of Lillian's slit, and back down her right leg to her knee. She moved her shoulders under Lillian's legs and raised up slightly so that Lillian's knees were now resting on her shoulders. Lillian quivered with the tease, letting her head loll onto the couch as she slumped back, legs lifting and spreading to give the girl more access. Cindy, on the other hand, froze slightly in panic at having to put forward an action. She blinked for a long moment and then, her resolve firming, she wriggled around behind Regan again. Her uniform was left behind, leaving the maid clad in nothing but thigh-high stockings and high heels. Leaning forward, she pressed her face against Regan's bottom, tongue delving through to caress and worship the girl's rear opening. Regan's eyes flew open and she started. No one had EVER licked her asshole before! She inhaled, shivering uncontrollably as Cindy's tongue worked. Her stony resolve was lost. She bent forward, reaching her hands to her cheeks to spread them apart. Sharon switched to sucking for a moment at each spot her lips touched along Lillian's thighs. She moved her head closer and closer to Lillian's pussy. Just as Lillian felt that the next spot would be her slit, Sharon skipped over it, continuing to suck gently the tender flesh of her other thigh. Lillian was breathing hard by now, her slit glistening with arousal, hips jumping at each teasing contact. Cindy warmed to her chosen task, licking and tonguing harder, caressing over the sensitive flesh with her tongue before probing in. Regan pushed her butt backwards into Cindy's face, bending at the hip, placing her hands on the floor and looking through her legs at Cindy's beautiful breasts. "Move closer, Flower," her voice no longer commanding, more pleading. Sharon grinned and began nipping the luscious flesh, her teeth gently pinching the skin. She moved her index finger to the edge of the sofa, making it slide along the fabric toward the cleft of Lillian's butt cheeks. As it contacted Lillian's rear entrance, she slowly slid it back and forth. Cindy shuffled closer as quickly as if it were a snapped order, back arching to keep her face on Regan's ass, tongue still working on her, probing in before circling and flicking over the sensitive area. Lillian jumped at each nip, and then gasped loudly and arched her back as she felt the girl's finger probing her bottom. Regan reached through her legs to fondle Cindy's breasts then pinch the nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling hard at them, using them to steady herself. "Flower, finger yourself," her voice regaining the commanding tone. "Finger yourself until you come. But, don't slow down on my ass." Lillian and Sharon Ch. 03 Sharon continued sliding her finger against Lillian's asshole while she nipped up and down each leg, her nips turning to bites, leaving red marks where she bit. Once again, she passed completely by Lillian's pussy, now into a sort of rhythm as she performed her ministrations. Lillian was clutching at the couch by then, eyes tightly shut, butt pressing down on the finger caressing her sphincter intimately as her legs spread in mute plea. Cindy obediently slid one hand down, fingers finding her own clit, her breath catching as her nipples were pulled almost painfully. Her tongue thrust into Regan's ass, pumping in and out before returning to slow, sensual circles. Sharon's biting turned to sucking bites, lasting longer and longer the closer she got to Lillian's sweet pussy. Although she longed to dive into Lillian's sex, to taste her, to make her come over and over, she held herself back. She never realized that she had this kind of resolve. Back and forth, harder and harder, her sucking bites suddenly turned to long licks up and down Lillian's thighs. Her tongue bypassing Lillian's wanting slit, teasing her again and again. Regan looked to Cindy's face, now flushed from fingering herself almost to orgasm. "Flower, I'm going to turn around now and you will lick my pussy and asshole as fast as you can. I want you to come when you feel me come." Cindy nodded her obedience, fingers in her slit slowing as she tried to ease down on her own pending orgasm, biting her lip as she tried to calm enough to concentrate on bringing the girl to orgasm. Finally unable to resist any longer, Lillian reached down to catch Sharon's head, pulling it gently towards her slit, bending to murmur at her. "Lick me. Please..." Sharon just grinned and pulled her head back. "No," she said, that evil smile on her face again. She wanted desperately to lick that gorgeous woman all over, but wanted to make her beg. The first time Lillian spoke, her resolve almost folded. She wanted Lillian whining like a puppy. Regan kicked her leg high into the air bringing her shin to her nose, giving a little hop, pirouetting in mid-air, landing gracefully with her pussy where her ass had just been. She dropped her leg, propping it on Cindy's shoulder next to her head. She grabbed the maid's head forcing it harshly into her wanting pussy. "Please... I want it... I need it... god, you turn me on so much!" Lillian's voice was breathy, pleading, panting with desire, her hips lifting almost unconsciously towards Sharon's face. Cindy delved in with pleasure, tongue thrusting hungrily into Regan's slit, hooking again and again into the wetness Oh, no, this was too easy. Sharon pulled away a little more, then the very tip of her tongue touched Lillian's slit. Not enough to penetrate inside, rather a light brushing which sent an electric charge into Lillian. Still moving her finger at an even pace against her ass, Sharon flattened her tongue, licking both sides of Lillian's slit, her free hand moving to barely touch Lillian's lower lips. Regan began breathing heavily once more, grinding her pelvis into Cindy's face as she gave a long, low, smoky-voiced moan. "Flower, I'm almost there..." she purred. Cindy's own fingers were working busily at her own slit, audible wet sounds as they thrust in, trying to match her own pleasure with that of Regan's. Her face dipped enough for her tongue to seek out the girl's tight, now very wet asshole, tonguing it hard before lifting again to trap her clit and suck on it Lillian's hips jerked with every faint touch, fingernails nearly tearing the couch as she arched towards the deliciously teasing mouth, whimpers filling the air as she opened her eyes to gaze at Sharon both lovingly and pleadingly. Grinning her evil grin, Sharon plunged her mouth over Lillian's slit, driving her tongue directly onto the engorged clit, at the same instant ramming two fingers into her lover's dripping pussy and crooking her finger to insert into Lillian's ass, pumping her hands furiously. Regan moaned and leaned forward over Cindy, her orgasm wracking her body. Her leg quivered and threatened to give out completely. Hunched completely over Cindy, one leg still propped on the maid's shoulder, Regan kissed Cindy's smooth back, reaching a hand to insert her own index into Cindy's puckered hole. Lillian yelped loudly, humping down onto the fingers, bucking as the sudden invasion pushed her to the edge of orgasm. Cindy, the moment she felt the first throes of Regan's orgasm, jammed her own fingers harshly into her own slit, finger-fucking herself as roughly as she could as her own orgasm flowed sharply onwards. The finger pressing into her ass just extended the pleasure. Sharon continued pumping her fingers into her lover, licking and sucking with abandon while humming loudly. The vibrations traveling from her lips to Lillian's clit. The fingers in Lillian's pussy began wiggling. Regan literally fell over, her leg unable to support her any longer. She rammed her finger into Cindy's rear forcefully, "Come again, Flower!" The intensity was too much for Lillian. Crying out loudly, her inner muscles clamped down on Sharon's fingers as she felt the peaks of pleasure wash through her. Cindy, spurred by Regan's command, practically raped her own slit with her fingers, viciously thrusting them into herself as she arched her back to give Regan access to whatever she wanted. Lying on her side, Regan pulled Cindy close and thrust her face to the maid's ass, burying her tongue in her sphincter. She'd never licked another asshole before, but if it was done to her... She wrapped an arm around Cindy's ribs, moving in close. Sharon kept up the frantic pace as she finger-fucked her lover. She pursed her lips and concentrated on the beautiful clit, sucking hard. Cindy bucked with the orgasm, the combination of sensations far too much for her. Crying out loudly, she hunched in on herself, fingers deep inside, shaking as she came. Lillian finally had to pull Sharon away, tugging her up for a gentle kiss as she slowly came down from the peak. Sharon leaped upwards, ecstatic that she had given her lover more than she could handle, clamping her lips on Lillian's, jamming her tongue into Lillian's waiting mouth. Was this what it was like to be what she'd heard a, "Dom," was? Regan backed her tongue away from Cindy's asshole, planting small kisses on the flesh of those marvelous globes, one arm still around her as Cindy came. Sitting up and pulling the maid to her, Regan breathed in her ear, "....did my Flower enjoy that....?" Cindy nodded vaguely, too breathless to speak, seeming more confused than anything else. Lillian curled her tongue around Sharon's, caressing her gently as they kissed, then pulling her in tight. Regan grabbed a handful of Cindy's hair, yanking her head back harshly, "I can't hear your head wiggle, Flower. Do I need to remind you of courtesy again?" Sharon drew her legs up to sit snuggly-tight, in Lillian's lap as she kissed. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper to Lillian, "I love you, Ms Lillian." Before Lillian could reply, she slammed her lips into Lillian's again. Cindy gasped again, arching back as her hair was pulled. "No Miss, I enjoyed it a lot, Miss," she managed, eyes wide with nervousness. Lillian "mmphed" into the returned kiss, and then settled into making out with Sharon as enthusiastically as any teenager. Regan moved her hand up to Cindy's nipple, pinching it harshly while at the same time biting her neck, the skin being pulled painfully. She released her nipple, but with the tender skin in her mouth, her speech slightly distorted, said, "Flower. You've forgotten already. Yeth...." She bore down slightly. "...or No..." Her teeth clamped ever-so-slightly harder, threatening to break skin. Cindy whimpered... although the sound was clearly half-pain and half-arousal. She writhed, hands tucked in her lap as she knelt. "Yes," she managed, eyes squeezed shut again. Regan smiled gently, releasing Cindy's hair, turning the maid's head to kiss her lightly. "Now, that wasn't so hard was it?" Sharon just breathed as she did the typical, "sofa makeout," hands running up and Lillian's torso. She briefly toyed with the idea of another finger session, but her own were a bit tired. Cindy leaned into the kiss again, lips parting for Regan's attentions. Lillian also didn't seem to be pushing for more than the kissing, her own body limp with sexual relaxation as she gently stroked and caressed Sharon's curves. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Adventure Time It was Friday night. The household had settled into a comfortable rhythm: school; a gentle homecoming; warm, erotic company; Regan spending almost all of her time with Cindy. Every now and then, soft sighs or muffled screams would issue from Cindy's room. Lillian had decided it was time to shake up her young friend a little more, and try to widen Sharon's horizons a little further. She was dressing for her favorite club in a high, long-sleeved, polo neck top, a matching tight, hip and leg-hugging pencil skirt, and intimidating high heels. Her hair was tied back into a severe ponytail, and her makeup was harshly defined. She looked very stern. The only real clubs Sharon knew about were the one's at school; the tennis club, the chess club, physics club, etc. She had seen the TV versions, of course, but had always tossed them off as being unreachable to her. When Lillian told her they were going to an, "exclusive club," her mind immediately conjured visions of, "CSI: Miami," "Burn Notice," and several other "slick" television shows which took place in the Miami, Florida area. During the week, Cindy had washed, ironed and either folded or hung in the closet as deemed appropriate. Sharon went through the meager collection, choosing a few totally mismatched pieces; she wanted to make her own statement. A short lime-green halter top over a blue tie-dyed t-shirt, the fashionably ripped blue jeans she'd worn when she showed up on Lillian's doorstep, blazing yellow socks, and purple high-topped sneakers (the same style worn by Regan the other day). She fastened her hair into pigtails on either side of her head, applying a modicum of makeup. Lillian strode out, pausing when she saw Sharon. "Oh sweetheart. You look positively good enough to eat." She grinned and headed down the stairs, managing to walk smoothly despite the skirt and heels. "Come on then. Lets go. We don't want to catch the rush." The Gigglebox did her thing, giggling as she smiled cutely. "Ms Lillian? Are you sure they'll even let me in? I saw on TV once where the guy at the door would point to one person and motion him in and then the girl behind would be sent away. That's kinda mean to do to somebody." "It's... not quite that kind of club, sweetheart. Besides, I'm a member. They'll let me in and anyone with me. Come on now, lets get going." Sharon skipped down the stairs, pinching Lillian's butt as she did so, giggling madly as she followed her girlfriend to the car, virtually leaping inside. ADVENTURE TIME! Lillian laughed as she was pinched, shaking her head, moving around to climb into the car. Seconds later they were reversed out and cruising down the back roads of the suburb, leaving Regan and Cindy behind in their own little "Lust Nest." "It's an interesting club. When the gentlemen's clubs closed down in the area, they grew too elitist, some of them survived by catering to a new clientele. This is one of them, that... well, you'll see." She grinned and turned another corner, heading for a large mansion-like house with a very high wall at the end. The young girl could NOT keep her eyes of Lillian, despite having seen her every day for the past week. She simply stared at Lillian's profile, reaching out to lay a hand on her thigh. The latest music from Shakira came on the radio, and she reached to turn it up, quirking a brow at Lillian to see if she minded. Lillian seemed quite happy with the music, slowing the car as she came up to the gate. There was a brief pause and then the large gates swung ponderously open. She turned in, the gates closing behind them, a long row of cars lining each side of the driveway. She found an empty space and parked, then turned to lean and brush Sharon's lips with her own. Sharon returned with a gentle kiss of her own, gently squeezing Lillian's thigh. She needed almost constant reassurance that the gorgeous woman was real and not a dream. Breaking the kiss, she looked out the window at the grounds and the other cars; faint outlines of people in some, but most cars were empty. She took a deep breath, seemed to settle herself and opened the door to get out. Lillian climbed out, and then led the way up the driveway to the front door of the house. The door opened as she approached, a tall figure in a very formal suit outlined in the light that spilled into the dark garden. It seemed odd that none of the windows emitted light. "Good evening, Wilson. Is the house master in tonight?" Lillian asked as she stepped up to the doorway. "I am afraid not, Madam," the man answered. "He's in Germany this week, I believe." Lillian sighed and reached back to take Sharon's hand and led her inside. Sharon gawped at the man. This guy was huge! Some of those wrestlers on TV weren't this big! Sharon visibly shrank and clutched Lillian's hand almost in a death grip, her feet refusing to move. "M-m-m-ms Lillian..." she stammered. "I'm scared. Can't we go to the mall or something?" The girl was terrified, not scared (not to put too fine a point on it). Lillian paused, looking back at Sharon in some surprise. Then her face softened and she stepped up to the girl, lifting her face for a featherlight kiss. "It's okay, love," she murmured. "He's the butler. You're as safe in this house as you are in mine, I promise. Come on... I really do think you'll like this." Ms Lillian said it, Sharon believed it. End of discussion. Still gripping Lillian's tightly, she mustered a hesitant smile for the butler and sidled past him. As she had done at the restaurant, the girl practically glued herself to Lillian's arm, staring wide-eyed around the room, absorbing as much as she could. In typical grandiose style, the entryway was a large hall, with a sweeping staircase up to the second floor, which overlooked the large space. Small groups, dressed in formal clothes, stood talking... it looked like a typical scene from any fancy formal gathering. Until, that is, one started noting the incongruities. The woman with a tray of drinks was wearing a tiny dress, it barely covered her ass and revealed a great deal of cleavage. One of the other women, dressed otherwise formally, appeared to be wearing a dog collar, the man next to her firmly holding the lead. And so on. Sharon's head was in full-swivel mode as she started actively looking for discrepancies. She giggled and pointed to a tuxedoed woman who rested her foot on the back of a man lying prostrate, he too, wore a tuxedo. The woman was speaking to another well-dressed man who's companion sat on the floor with folded knees, eyes lowered. Lillian nodded, glancing around to see who she recognized, nodding a vague hello to some of the patrons. "Now, we have a choice: there are the playing rooms, the trade viewing rooms, or the gardens to visit." "Ms Lillian, do *I* have to do....?" Spotting a pair of women with their arms around each others waists chatting amiably with a male couple stopped the words in her throat. It was quite obvious that she was not out of place, though she did feel under dressed. "Never mind, Ms Lillian. What're the trade viewing rooms? That sounds pretty neat." Lillian laughed, catching the intention of the question. "Don't worry, love. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. The viewing rooms, well, that's like the personals of the club. Slaves who are looking for an owner, or to be sold or traded, or just to show themselves off, submit a video that joins the loop. This way." She led the way to a door on the side, opening it to reveal another large room. Rows of recliners faced a huge screen. On the screen was a large view of a skinny young woman, bent over a kitchen table. An unseen figure was busily taking her from behind. Some of the figures on the recliners appeared to be using laptops, on another recliner, nearby, a stark naked woman was busily sucking a man's very erect cock. The moans of the woman in the video filled the room. Sharon became beet red at seeing the room, but forced herself to look, to study the actions of everyone in the room. Her gaze lingered on the cock-sucking woman, entranced by the head motions, the jiggling breasts as the woman blew the man. Her eyes traveled up the man's body, seeing his eyes closed in ecstasy. The image on the big screen had a 5-digit number in the corner, which Lillian pointed out. "People can use that number to link to a page with the slave's details on it. Every submissive who joins the club has to submit a video, if they want to meet anyone." The video came to an end as whoever was using the woman obviously came inside her, then changed to a video with a different number, showing an oiled, muscular young man kissing the inside of a woman's thigh, her upper body hidden from view. The woman on the nearby recliner coughed and giggled as the man filled her mouth with cum. Other couches had more pairs on them, writhing in the darkness, outlined by the screen. Sharon, feeling much braver now that she got the idea of this sex club, decided that anything went here. Feeling emboldened by Lillian's presence she reached under her shirt, undid her bra, and pulled it out, stuffing it in her back pocket. Her arms disappeared inside her large shirt, she reached out of the neck hole to grasp the rear of it and pull it over her head, leaving the halter top in place. Her nipples poked the fabric as she rolled up the shirt and stuffed in her other back pocket. "Is this okay, Ms Lillian?" Lillian watched with amusement, leaning against the door frame. "Oh, very okay, sweetheart. There's no dress code here, and without a video people won't harass you... well, unless you invite them to, of course. Anyway, this is the trade room... do you want to stay here, or go to one of the other rooms?" The youth grinned, taking Lillian's hand again, no longer squeezing the circulation out of it, and moved next to her Goddess, still a bit skittish at this new world. "Oh, we HAVE to see the other rooms! Can we, please?" "Sure. Well, there are private viewing rooms on the other side, for people who don't like the main room here." She pointed out several doors on the other side of the cinema room, then led the way back into the hall and pointed at the staircase. "Upstairs are a lot of different bedrooms. The different rooms have different things in them; takes practice to learn what's where. If the door is open, it's an invitation to go in and watch. If it's closed, don't go in." She grinned, and then led the way to the back of the hall, where a dark, narrow staircase led downwards. "Down here, appropriately enough, are the play rooms. Come on." She led the way down. Sharon was beginning to like this place. Ms Lillian's words soothed her every time she spoke. She was becoming more and more comfortable, not clinging quite so close now. As they descended the stairs, she put her hand on Lillian's shoulder and tugged slightly, indicating for Lillian to stop a moment. As Lillian stopped one step lower, Sharon kissed the back of her neck and said, "Thank you. This is pretty neat." Lillian turned to smile over her shoulder at Sharon. "I'm glad you like it. It's a really fun place, with nice people... I always found it amazing how great people could be, when their inhibitions are down." She gazed at the girl for a long moment, and then led the rest of the way down. The room below was a riot of flesh tones and dark, plush paneling and carpeting. It was again a large central room with doors leading off it. The edges, between the doors, had piles of pillows. The middle of the room had a range of strange structures; stocks, tables with cuffs, a sex swing, spanking stools, suspension racks, and so on. Most of them were being used, men and women attached in some way with others busy spanking or whipping or fondling or fucking them. Piles of pillows in another area were covered with copulating groups. Moans and other sexual sounds filled the air, together with the cracks of hands or whips on flesh. Sharon peered around the dimly-lit room, watching the various forms in the throes of passion. Surrounded by so much sex, she began to moisten, forgetting her fears completely, relaxing her grip and leaning against the soft Goddess at her side. "Ms Lilliannnnnn...." she teased. "I'm getting a bit...ummm..." She grinned. "Show me the rest of this place?" Lillian glanced down at her, amused as always. "Well, the rooms here are mostly smaller versions of this one, aimed at single groups who want a small bit of privacy... or, at least, to not be distracted. Otherwise, there's the gardens outside. Want to see those?" "Are there 'secluded spots' in the gardens?" Sharon asked with a twinkle, reveling in the softness of her lover. The sounds and smells were really getting to her. "And you said that anything goes here, right?" "Secluded of a sort. Voyeurism is a big part of this place, so nowhere is really secluded." Lillian grinned, one hand slipping around the girl to rest on her hip, and then slide down and cup her bottom. "And yes, pretty much anything goes, as long as it's not actively illegal." Giggling quietly, Sharon nudged Lillian toward the stairs. "You mean that I can do THIS..." she grabbed Lillian's skirt, firmly pulling it to the woman's ankles, revealing her splendid pussy and gorgeous ass, "and it's acceptable?" She grinned lasciviously. Lillian gasped, blushing faintly, then laughed. Her pale skin practically gleamed in the low light, and a few glanced in their direction. Lillian stepped out of the skirt, still grinning, leaving it where it lay. "It seems so," she grinned. Feeling brave beyond words at Lillian's reaction, the girl unfastened her own belt, her oversized jeans dropping to the floor in a puddle at her feet. Before she lost her nerve, she pulled off her top and dropped it, stepping from her jeans, clad only in her purple sneakers and blazing yellow socks. She stepped up to Lillian and kissed her deeply, her whole body reddening at the thought of what she had just done. Now dressed in nothing but heels and the polo neck top, Lillian, just pulled the girl firmly against her curves, kissing her hungrily as both hands slid down to cup her ass. She lingered in the kiss, fondling the girl's bottom lasciviously, then broke it to grin at her. "So where do you want to go?" she asked softly. "I don't think these stairs will be very comfortable." "I thought you were going to show me the gardens..." she breathed as she clasped her hand over the one fondling her butt, gently moving the knife edge of Lillian's hand into her crack, snugging it against her rear entrance. Breathing a bit heavily, she went on, "I want you to put a finger in there when we get to someplace a little out of the way." She gazed deeply upwards into Lillian's eyes. "Please? I want to know what it feels like." Her face turned crimson. "...from the one I love." She'd said it again, not so scared this time that her lover would rebuff her. Lillian pressed against the soft opening with her little finger, smiling, and then turned the girl to lead up the stairs. She paused just long enough to pull her top off, large breasts springing free, and then led the two of them, naked except for their shoes, back up through the hall and out through a short corridor into the expansive gardens at the back. The carefully sculpted and landscaped gardens were massive, a huge expanse of shaped hedges, little gazebos, flower beds and soft, thick grass. From the air it must have looked like a select park. More groups of people dotted the visible landscapes, normally in some erotic tableau, and the mostly dark gardens were dotted with little oases of soft light. The air was redolent with warm, herbal scents. Sharon felt much more comfortable away from the enclosed crush of bodies, the reddening of her body lessening as she held Lillian's hand, walking quietly beside her Goddess. Head turning this way and that, seeing the couples fucking, sucking, taking or being taken, combined with sheer sweet scents of the gardens, got her juices flowing. A lone trickle traced down one leg. As they strolled the main path, Sharon spied a fairly large group off to one side. She paused, letting the cool night air caress her body, her nipples stiff as she leaned into Lillian, watching the group. A woman lay on her back on the grass, legs spread, while another woman in a semi-worship posture ate her, she herself being fucked in both holes by strapping young men. The woman on her back had a huge dick in her mouth, the man sitting on her chest. Her breasts were being fondled and sucked by a man and woman who occasionally licked the sitting man's ass cheeks. The woman being fucked had a pussy in one hand and a cock in the other, these belonging to the breast duo. Lillian was quite entranced by the scene, her own center responding the same way Sharon's had, a definite moistness between her thighs. She hugged the younger girl close, fingers probing between her bottom cheeks again, seeking and pressing her rear entrance. Sharon molded herself to Lillian, rubbing her ass against the fingers, starting to move her hips as she watched the group lustfully fucking and rubbing and kissing each other. "Ms Lillian, is that an orgy?" She sighed at the touch of those terrific fingers, one hand slipping behind her to fondle Lillian's mound, inserting her middle finger to stroke the firm clit inside. Lillian nodded, her own gaze fixed on the scene. "Oh, it certainly is. Quite a good one, from the looks of things." Her hips jumped as she felt the finger touch her sensitive center, and her own fingers pressed harder in response, nudging and rubbing Sharon's ass. The pussy-eating woman raised her head and cried out as she came, the man on the tit turning his head, a huge smile on his face. "Like that one, huh, dear?" Sharon froze, all movement in her suddenly stopping. Lillian looked down to see the girl white as a sheet. Lillian immediately moved her hands, just tucking the girl in against her hip, hugging her close. "You okay, sweetheart? What's wrong?" Sharon's jaw dropped to her knees. "I...the...he...they...we...ohhhhhhhhh.....shiiiiiiitttttttt," her voice was very low as she stammered and tried to get her throat working, finally just gasping in pure shock. Lillian blinked, obviously not understanding, but guessing that it had something to do with the group. She led the girl a little way away, finding a cool bench to perch their bare bottoms on, away from one of the pools of light. "Tell me, sweetness. What's wrong?" Sharon was truly speechless. She stared at the ground for a minute. Then, her shoulders squared, jaw set, she looked at Lillian wordlessly, narrowing her eyes, stood and strode her nearly nude sneaker-clad form toward the group. She stopped, crooked a finger at Lillian and again started for the orgiastic assemblage. Lillian raised an eyebrow, but followed accordingly, her own rounded hips swinging erotically as she trailed the girl back to the group. Sharon marched up to the group, seized Lillian's hand, entwining her fingers with the beautiful woman's, and spoke, her voice surprisingly conversational, "Hello, Woman-Who-Bore-Me. Hello, Hypocritical-Man-Who-Fucked-The-Woman-Who-Bore-Me. This is your Whore-Slut-Lesbian-Daughter and her Whore-Slut-Lesbian-Lover." The orgy ceased, people slowing and stopping their various actions to stare in amazement at the nude girl and the dark-haired beauty by her side. The pussy-eating woman was so startled at seeing her daughter that she fell over, her two penetrators collapsing atop one another. Her father, sucking a strange breast and licking another man's butt cheeks, lifted his head and turned it look at Sharon, his face ashen. Mother and Father started asking questions simultaneously, their words overlapping. "Sharon?" "What are you doing here?" "How did you get in?" "Is that the next-door neighbor?" "Where are your clothes?" "Where've you been?" Lillian and Sharon Ch. 04 The others sat up or turned around, looking between the "family," their heads turning to try following the speaker. Sharon squeezed Lillian's hand for reassurance and strength before speaking, her voice uncharacteristically even and level with a hint of malice, "I've been gone from your home for a week. I was going to call you tomorrow to try to sort things out. Congratulations, you've lost a daughter who loved you unconditionally. Your only other child is away at university. Congratulate him on losing a sister. And don't lie to him when he asks what happened. Have a nice life." She turned on her heel, unclasping Lillian's hand and strode purposefully away, sniffling slightly. Lillian was quite startled at the confrontation and exchange, but she reigned in her desire to jump in and help, instead standing quietly to let Sharon deal with it as she saw fit. She did take a moment to eye the group rather haughtily as Sharon turned away, then spun on her heel to follow the girl, catching up in time to silently take her hand. When Lillian touched her Sharon grabbed the hand and pulled Lillian toward her, hugging her tightly, clinging to her life preserver. "Fuck them...fuck them both hard up the ass with pogo stick; although, the way that bitch who I used to call, 'Mom,' would probably get her fucking jollies." She was too mad to cry, melting into Lillian, turning her head to kiss Lillian more passionately than she ever had. "Ms Lillian, my body belongs to you. Take me home and just fuck me. Just for tonight. Just this once. Anything you want." "Easy now, beloved. Easy. Don't let them decide how your mind is. Come on, I've got a better idea than going home. Follow me." Hugging Sharon tightly for a moment, she then caught the girl's hand and ducked off the path, trotting rapidly between bushes and ducking round some undergrowth that was clustered around the garden trees. This part of the garden seemed a little wilder than the careful sculpting of the voyeur area. A low-lying white picket fence, badly in need of being repainted, was broken by a small gate, hanging forlornly by one hinge, slightly ajar. She led the girl through it, latching it behind them, around a final clump and suddenly up to a deep, dark pool. A small building stood on the other side of the pool, surrounded by dense bush. Lillian walked up to the pool... it looked natural at first, as if it were a pond, but a closer look made it obvious that it was an artificial swimming pool, disguised by the foliage around the edge and the dark night. Lillian kicked off her shoes and stepped into the cool water, walking down invisible steps, and tugging Sharon after her. "Come on. We need to swim here. Follow me." Sharon's downturned eyes seemed to brighten a little as she gazed around the secluded area. "Swimming? At night?" she asked. "Well yes, if you want... but actually, this is the only way to get into a secret room." She grinned again, then sank deeper into the water. The water was still lukewarm from the heat of the day, and simply caressed her body as she slid into it. Sharon screwed up her face. "Ms Lillian, I'm not THAT dumb. I read those fantasy dragon stories and know that you don't just swim through a tunnel into a mystical land." She perched her fists on her naked hips and rolled her eyes dramatically. Lillian laughed, the musical sound carrying on the soft night air. "Not a mystical land, silly. A secret room. Or at least, a room that most of the people here don't know about, and aren't allowed into. Come on, I'll show you." She sank down till the water was at her shoulders and then pushed away, gliding away from the edge and towards the low, dark building on the other side. Sharon thought it was the stupidest thing in the world. Secret room. Phooey. But, if it meant that she could be with the only person in her life right now, she'd go. She sat to untie and remove her shoes and socks, then waded in as she didn't know how deep the water truly was and swam with strong, sure strokes toward Lillian. Her head down, face in the water, turning to breathe every other stroke told Lillian that the girl was a fish. Lillian smiled with satisfaction, waiting till Sharon caught up, then catching her hand again. The bottom of the pool was flat, high enough that Sharon would be able to stand with the water just below her chin. She led the way to the far side of the pool, pushing herself along gently; a narrow strip of flowerbed was all that was between the pool and the blank wall of the building. Lillian felt below the surface of the water here, and then grinned at the girl. "Here we go. Through here. Follow me." She ducked below the surface and vanished. Sharon hitched a breath and sank beneath the water to follow Lillian. Eyes open, she barely glimpsed the receding feet and frog-swam to catch up. There was a dim tunnel in the wall of the pool. Faint light coming from the other end grew in strength suddenly as they went around the bend in the tunnel. It was about two meters long, in a curved banana shape, with dark gray walls. The tunnel opened into a large pool which, as revealed when their heads popped up, was inside the building they had seen from the outside. They were in what appeared to be a huge bedroom. Soft lighting created a cozy, sexy feel. Sharon whipped her head to the side a couple of times to clear her eyes, and peered around, treading water. "Beautiful! But, how did you know there was no one here?" She swam face to face with Lillian, gazing into those magnificent eyes. "Simple, the gate was open. Where did you learn to swim like that?" She grinned again, drifted over to pull Sharon into a hungry kiss, tongue delving deeply, then just as suddenly broke away to pull herself out of the water. When the kiss was broken, Sharon giggled and said, "I took second place in Freestyle at state competition last year. Regan got first and Megan got third. It was the fourth time that our school made a clean sweep." She breast-stroked toward the edge. As Lillian knelt on the edge of the pool her slit peeked between her thighs at Sharon, and then she stood and walked further into the room. A staircase lay beside the pool, disappearing down under ground, running parallel to the tunnel they'd swum through. There were expensive-looking cabinets along the side walls, dark wood tones matching the red facebrick walls. The far end of the room was one giant window, tinted, overlooking a large section of the garden. The little oases of light could be clearly seen through it, and it was outlined by trees. The center of the room was dominated by a huge bed, at least three meters a side, with large pillows and silk sheets. A large mirror covered the ceiling above the bed. "This is a really neat place, Ms Lillian," said the girl, eyeing Lillian's butt and the peeking pussy just in front of it. "What's downstairs?" She asked as she got out of the water, looking around for a towel. "A store room, the control room for the house, and a tunnel back to the house." Lillian seemed to ignore the water dripping off her, wandering over to the far window to peer through at the gardens outside. There were towels on a discrete rack on the wall, thick, heavy and monogrammed. Sharon grabbed two towels as she moved to sidle up against her lover, gently draping one around Lillian's shoulders, then her own. Using a corner of it to wipe her face, she turned to stare out the window also. "They can't hear us or see us, right?" She looked around, thinking that she might spy a semi-hidden camera or microphone like on the cops shows. Lillian smiled and tugged the towel around herself, then slipped an arm around Sharon and snugged her close. "Nope. This is a place to watch from, not a place to be watched in. The inner sanctum, if you will." She grinned, then returned to watching. One of the distant groups was Sharon's family, the cluster of still-naked people seeming to be standing around and talking. Sharon followed her eyes to the group, narrowing her own at the thought of what had just transpired. She gripped the window frame, her tendons standing out, glad to see that The-Woman-Who-Bore-Her had her head down, appearing to be crying; The Hypocrite with arms around her, trying to console her. As she watched, she asked, "Are you positive that they can't hear me?" Lillian sighed, moving around behind the girl and slipping arms around her, pulling her in to her soft warmth. "Neither hear nor see," she assured her, knocking on the window in front of them. It made the faint 'thunk' of thick glass in a rubber frame. "The room is sealed for sound. The door in the corridor below is locked and very solid. The only way in is the water, and there are nicer pools on the other side of the garden, so hardly anyone ever comes here. It's why the garden in this corner is so untended." She bent her head to softly kiss behind Sharon's ear, just a light brush of her lips. Sharon's knees threatened to give way under the kiss, but she inhaled deeply and let loose a stream of invectives to rival the Clark W, Griswald character in, "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation." Of course, Lillian had heard just about every one of them in her life, but she never dreamed so much foul language could come from this sweet, innocent young lady. After her tirade was over, Sharon turned to Lillian with a sweet smile and giggled, "All done! I'm better!" Lillian weathered the storm quietly, just hanging onto the girl, arms around her waist. She kissed her gently when she turned around, and then leaned back with a smile. "Good. When are you going to talk to them again?" The sweet face darkened. "Talk to that bitch and her hypocritical fuckhead of a husband?" Sharon humphed. "Um..does the word, 'Never' mean anything? I'm through with those two...what bad words haven't I used to describe them? To Hell with them." She suddenly turned bashful again, looking down at the floor, sighing sadly, mumbling, "Are you going to make me leave now?" "Why on earth would I make you leave?" "For disowning my family and...and...mooching off you..." She threw her arms around the woman, sobbing uncontrollably. "You're not mooching off me, I'm spoiling you shamelessly. There's a difference." Lillian laughed gently, hugging the girl close. "And knock off the disowning talk. Nothing is permanent. I told you, remember? We'll talk to them again, but on your terms, not theirs. It's important." She moved the girl a few steps to the bed, and then pushed her down onto it and climbed on next to her, settling down beside her and pulling her into a cuddle. "But," her breath hitched, "Ms Lillian. Why? Why are you spoiling me? I figured that as soon as you saw Regan you'd drop me like a hot brick." Her finger moved to trace randomly over Lillian's breasts, doodling on the soft flesh. Lillian laughed, fingertips running along the younger girl's spine, stroking her smooth back. "Oh, you silly thing. You're MUCH more my type, beloved, and much prettier, I promise." Sharon raised her eyes to look into Loveliness. "I-I am?" she stammered, melting into Lillian's arms. It dawned on her that Lillian had called her, "Beloved," and not for the first time. "Ms Lillian, do you know what you just called me?" "Yes, sweetheart." She smiled and leaned in to kiss the girl softly. "I do love you. More and more, each moment. I'm trying not to think about it too much... kinda scary." She grinned. The girl smiled, a glow seeming to come over her, cares forgotten for the moment. "Oh, Ms Lillian!" She wrapped her arms tightly around her lover's neck, kissing her madly, passionately, wrapping a leg around Lillian's; willing her very essence into Lillian. Lillian kissed back just as passionately, her own leg pressing up between Sharon's until her thigh met the girl's mound, rocking her hips so that the smooth, soft skin rubbed against the girl's wetness. Sharon's nipples were stiff from the cool air of the room coupled with her damp body; they were swiftly becoming stiff for another reason. She moved her hips tenderly against Lillian's leg, the pressure gradually increasing as she continued against those perfect lips, drinking her lover. Lillian's kisses had slowed now, changing from the passionate, hungry tonguing of before to a more gentle, more erotic caressing. One hand slid up to tweak the girl's nipple, stroking and then tugging on it. The other reached down to cup Sharon's ass and pull her in harder. Sharon continued kissing, gradually realizing that the mood had shifted slightly, her own kisses becoming less urgent, savoring the taste of her Goddess. She continued to move her hips in a steady fashion, grinding on the smooth flesh. She didn't care if anyone COULD see in; she was with her lover, the only one who mattered in her life. Lillian rocked with the grinding action, meeting it to increase the rubbing of Sharon's mound. Her lips traced along Sharon's cheek, dipping to kiss along the side of her neck. The hand on her ass pressed into the familiar crease, finding and stroking her rear entrance. Sharon sighed at the kiss on her neck, arching it for better access and utter bliss, then shivered slightly at the touch on her pucker. The combination sent her over the edge, her orgasm bowing her back, forcing her eyes closed as she moaned loudly; a highly erotic moan of intense, pure, palpable love and lust. Lillian had never, in all her experience, heard anything remotely resembling it. Lillian slowed her movements, still gently caressing and stroking the girl, fondling her through the orgasm as her lips brushed and kissed the curve of her young lover's neck. Sharon went limp in Lillian's arms. Her surrender was total. She gazed at Lillian, not smiling, not frowning. Face neutral, but eyes alight. A look worthy of DaVinci, were he alive to paint another, "Mona Lisa." Lillian smiled back into Sharon's gaze, her own look one of loving contentment. Her hips and hands slowed and stopped, just holding the girl now, sharing their warmth in silence. The girl gradually slid from Lillian's arms, gently, seemingly hypnotized, and tenderly pushed her onto her back, lifting her legs and turning the woman to lay her diagonally. No further words needed to be said. Lillian allowed herself to be led and positioned, just taking the occasional opportunity to steal a kiss or caress the girl's smooth curves. The bed was soft and welcoming, yet still firm and supportive; clearly expensive. The silk sheets were cool against their skin. Sharon lay next to Lillian caressing the full length of her beautifully perfect body. She tenderly kissed Lillian's neck while a hand roamed; the kiss being as the lighting of a butterfly on her neck. She traced her index finger, feather-light, up Lillian's chest to her chin. Lillian let her eyes flutter closed, her own hand just brushing Sharon's, fingertips running up the length of her arm. The girl continued with her light kisses to the tip of Lillian's chin then started moving downwards, taking her time; they had forever, after all. As she approached Lillian's nipples, there was no teasing, no playful high school giggle-box. The world and it's troubles had disappeared. There was only the Here and Now. She kissed Lillian's nipples, sucking each one gently in turn, laving the tips with her tongue, continuing down to Lillian's flat stomach, the same brushing of lips. Lillian let out little moans, hands lifting to stroke Sharon's hair, caress her head. Sharon's tongue delved into Lillian's belly button; she kissed all around it, her lips moving in ever-widening circles. She moved a hand to stroke Lillian's breasts, the other she moved to caress her bare mound. Her touch almost imperceptible. It was Lillian's turn to giggle at the tongue on her bellybutton, lifting her arms above her head, legs spreading as she felt the light touch between them. Her nude body lay as spread as a canvas under Sharon's attentions. Sharon growled exasperatedly at Lillian's giggle. Here she was, trying to be serious, and her lover laughed about it. Truth be told, she didn't know that Lillian's bellybutton was ticklish. She found and tweaked a nipple hard, then bit Lillian on the tummy lightly. Lillian bit her lip, wincing with mixed pleasure and pain. She opened her eyes to look at Sharon with mock reproach, then bent forward to kiss her gently. "Ms Lillian," she voiced her own chastisement, "I'm trying to be romantic...and stuff." She returned the kissed, a little irked look on her cute face. Lillian stole another kiss quickly. "Wonderfully romantic, beloved. It feels incredible. It just tickled a bit." She grinned, then pulled the girl's head in for another, longer, deeper kiss. Sharon's demeanor changed instantly. No way in hell could she stay upset with her Goddess. She kissed Lillian passionately and then continued with her mission. Placing her hands either side of Lillian, she again started the slow sensuous kisses, getting lower and lower, kissing and licking the insides of Lillian's thighs before gently moving her tongue beneath her lover's hood to get at the soft, tasty clit beneath. The kissing between her thighs made her breath catch repeatedly, and the tongue caressing her clit made her gasp loudly, hands on Sharon's head, back arching with pleasure. Sharon attacked the clit, poking it with her tongue, licking it as if trying to get every bit of moisture off of it. She pursed her lips and sucked very gently, then spread lips with her hands, and opened her mouth wide just a few inches from the delicate nub. She breathed out through her mouth, exhaling slowly, letting her warm breath seep into it. Lillian was writhing by then, bucking and shuddering, hands on the bedspread now, clinging to it as she whimpered. Sharon again pursed her lips to blow now-cool air gently. She repeated the process several times, the last, the cool air, was followed quickly by the warmth of her mouth as she buried her face into Lillian's folds, giving long licks to her clit. Lillian gasped with each warm lick, hips melting up into Sharon's face, the woman driven almost wild by the mouth doing such wonderful things to her slit. She trembled with the impending peak, the orgasm welling within her, a small cry escaping her as she fought it down as long as she could. Sharon dipped her head, her tongue flattening and seeking Lillian's rear entrance. She moved her tongue to the limit of its reach and then licked forward across the pucker and over Lillian's lips to run it across her now-engorged clit. Lillian squealed at the trigger to her favorite fetish, arching again, struggling now to keep the orgasm from peaking, not wanting to lose the amazing feelings she was riding on. Sharon grinned smugly with her tongue still extended. Ms Lillian had never told her that was a secret power point. How to better get to it, though? With her tongue still blazing away, she reached behind her and gently nudged Lillian's knees, indicating for her to bend them. Lillian's normal cautious reserve, her control of the situation, had been blown away. She immediately lifted her legs, pulling them up and spreading them wide, exposing herself blatantly to this wonderful teen. This was better than Sharon had hoped! She'd only meant for her Goddess to slide her feet up and got THIS! Her tongue flicked over Lillian's ass cheeks and then, like a homing missile, dove straight for the rear hole. She shoved her tongue in as far as it would go then withdrew it over and over as the finger of one hand sought Lillian's clit to slide smoothly over it in synchronization with her tongue. That was the final straw. Crying out loudly, rocking in time with the tongue, arching upwards as her hands nearly tore the silk sheets, she came gloriously. Her hips jumped again and again as the waves of pleasure peaked through her. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 04 This was the most beautiful thing in the world to Sharon. At last, she'd found something she was good at, received praise for and enjoyed doing. She bent her wrist, twisting it to insert two fingers into Lillian's pussy, her other two at a right angle to make constant contact with her clit. Her arms not being long enough to reach Lillian's breasts, she satisfied herself with lightly stroking Lillian's taut belly with her free hand as she continued tongue-fucking her asshole. Sharon's exquisite technique extended Lillian's orgasm intensely, the older woman lost in the sea of sensation, dizzy to the point of fainting as she was washed along by the repeated peaks. Finally she couldn't take it any more, reaching down to pull Sharon up, devouring her with hungry, deep tongue kisses, tasting herself on the girl's mouth, wrapping arms and legs around her in passionate joy. Sharon resisted being pulled away from her tasty treat, but reluctantly gave in to slide up the sheets, eyes staring into Lillian's as she moved to snuggle and kiss her beautiful, sexy lover. Lillian finally slowed, still panting, easing back to gaze lovingly into the girl's eyes. "You're amazing," she managed finally. "My beautiful beloved." The glow had returned to Sharon's face. She snuggled in tightly to Lillian. Her true love. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 05 Chapter 5: Let's Dance Sharon sat glumly on the edge of the bed, totally nude, elbows on knees, chin in her hands as she watched Lillian pack. It was still dark outside. "This sucks," she declared for the umpteenth time. Lillian heaved a lovingly exasperated sigh as she continued to arrange her clothing in the matched designer label suitcases. "Beloved, it's only for two weeks. You won't die. Cindy is here all the time, so, for that matter, is Regan. I've given Regan permission to come and go as she wishes, although I suspect she'll come more than she goes." She chuckled at the double-entendre, continuing, "You have my cell number and can call as often as you wish while I'm away." Lillian snapped the cases closed and called, "Cindy! My bags by the front door, please!" She turned to Sharon, pulling her into a tender embrace, fondling Sharon's bare bottom, her finger lightly stroking the girl's delicious rear entrance. "Beloved, I have to go present my latest book and see which publisher most wants the rights to it. My literary agent informed me that no less than five of them are paying top dollar and they all keep bumping up the price. Unless I intercede directly, it might be years before an agreement is reached." Sharon stared into Lillian's chest, refusing to meet her gaze. "But, Ms Lillian, you'll miss the homecoming dance. Everyone else'll have dates. I'll be the only one without one. I'll be a...what's that word?" She screwed up her face, trying to think of the word. "I'll be a pariah." Lillian smiled at her young lover, hugging her tightly. "You won't be a social outcast. Besides, I didn't think you cared for your classmates all that much anyway." Cindy quietly moved into the room to take a bag in each hand and trundled out to take them downstairs. The lovers ignored her as they continued their conversation. "I don't," said Sharon, clinging to Lillian. "But, you're so beautiful and I was hoping to blow Megan's mind when you came with me. She still doesn't know what you look like. And some of those football players have started talking to me since that day in the parking lot, but, still..." Lillian tipped the girl's chin up and brushed her lips in a gentle kiss. "You see? You have friends after all." She smiled her beautiful smile again, squeezed Sharon's rump and kissed her passionately, their tongues meeting and wrestling with each other. She checked her watch and gave the girl a delicate pat on the butt, sliding away. "Come on. The cab will be here in just a few minutes to take me to the airport. I never thought I'd be saying this, but get dressed so you can walk me out." Sharon, mind numb, picked up a pair of blue jeans and tugged them on. She grabbed a, "CSI: Miami" t-shirt and threw the oversized fabric over her diminutive frame, then, barefoot, trod sullenly down the stairs. "Cindy," said Lillian, "Sharon is the Mistress of the House while I am gone. Her word is my word. You have a list of numbers to contact me and I've left a packet of further instructions for you on the kitchen counter. You are to wait five minutes after I depart before you open it, then, the instructions are to be followed to the letter. They supersede anything Sharon may tell you should there be conflict." Cindy, eyes downcast with hands folded as she stood patiently by the door, responded, "Yes, Mistress. I understand." Turning to Sharon, Cindy asked, "Does my Mistress desire breakfast?" Sharon blushed, glanced at Lillian then back to Cindy. "Yes, Miss Cindy, that will be fine. Have it ready in about thirty minutes?" Cindy curtsied her acknowledgment, turned to Lillian and said, "Mistress, pleasant trip to you." She curtsied again and bustled off to prepare breakfast, skirt rustling over her nude bottom, the inviting curves of the bottoms of her cheeks wiggling. Lillian pulled Sharon close, smoothing the girl's hair with one hand while looking steadily into her eyes. "As for you, young lady, I have made arrangements to keep you occupied while I'm gone. There is one stipulation, however. If you have homework, you need to do it immediately when you get home and show your work to Cindy so that you can do the things I've planned. Deal?" Sharon hugged Lillian tightly. "But, Ms Lillian," she giggled, "I'm the Mistress of the House now. The Mistress doesn't do homework." Lillian laughed merrily, unerringly finding one of Sharon's nipples and tweaking it gently. "Silly girl. Give me a kiss. The cab just pulled up." Right on cue, a horn honked outside and Cindy appeared to carry the suitcases outside, hand them to the driver and scuttle back into the house. The driver stared in amazement at Cindy's bare ass as she ascended the steps to reenter the house. Sharon clung to Lillian for a long moment, pressing her head into Lillian's bosom then raising her face for a deep, lingering kiss. The two lovers walked hand in hand to the car, Lillian getting in the back. A quick kiss and the cab drove away as the sky began to lighten. Sharon watched the car until it disappeared around a corner then turned and walked slowly back inside. Her heart was in that cab. Her new life. Her love. She shuffled into the kitchen where the smells of cooking food and fresh coffee mingled pleasantly. Plopping down in her seat, her still-clothed butt sliding smoothly only served to darken her mood further. Cindy glided over to her on those stiletto heels to set down a cup of coffee, flavored the way Sharon liked it, two spoons of sugar with enough milk to lighten it to a dark tan. "Mistress, breakfast will be served shortly. And, begging Mistress's pardon, you are not nude," Cindy said meekly, reddening slightly. Wordlessly and morosely, Sharon stood, stripped, threw the clothing aside and plopped into the seat again. She seized the coffee cup and sipped it, lost in her own thoughts. A few minutes later, Cindy set a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast with jelly before Sharon. She stood next to Sharon quietly for a moment then her heels clicked as she walked over to the counter to open the packet which Lillian had left. Inside, she found a myriad of colored envelopes which were neatly printed with the days of the week, written in Lillian's hand. She opened the first envelope and read each word carefully. She didn't want to risk her Mistress's ire. Cindy reddened further as she read the first paragraph of the first envelope. After reading the entire letter, she placed it back in the envelope, that envelope going to the back of the bundle. Sharon stared at her plate, picking at her food, taking small bites and chewing them woodenly. Gentle pressure on the insides of her knees brought Sharon back to reality. She leaned back in her seat to look under the table. All she could see from this angle were large, bare breasts beneath which a black silk skirt could be seen. The pressure on her knees grew a little stronger and she parted her legs, scooting her butt to the edge of the chair. "Miss Cindy, did Ms Lillian tell you to do this?" Cindy's head moved into Sharon's crotch, her eyes shining upwards. "Yes, Mistress. I am to please you as much as you wish while The Mistress is away. This is my first order. Please continue to eat breakfast. You will need to get ready for school in a half hour, Ma'am." Cindy began kissing Sharon's thighs as the girl leaned forward to take another, bigger bite of food, her appetite returning. What a going away present! Cindy's kisses aimed straight for Sharon's pussy as she wasted no time licking the girl. Sharon picked up her coffee cup, set it down with a thump as Cindy's tongue, more slender and slightly longer than Lillian's, went to work on her clit, picked it up again and took a sip. Cindy licked the nub furiously, her tongue poking and prodding, wriggling from side to side and up and down, seemingly all at the same time. She reached to gently take Sharon's hips and slide the nude girl further to the edge of the seat so that Sharon's butt was barely in the seat. Cindy craned her neck, her tongue diving into Sharon's now-moist canal. Sharon tried to concentrate on a piece of toast, only succeeding in crushing it as the first nudge of an impending orgasm washed through her. Cindy laid a finger on the chair and slid it back to lightly rub Sharon's rear hole. Sharon tried to drop the toast, the jelly causing it to stick to her hand, being mangled further as she gripped the edge of the table and closed her eyes, orgasm building. She could only think of the pleasure now, food forgotten. Cindy inserted a finger into Sharon's pussy, pumping slowly as she flicked her tongue over the young Mistress's clit, still rubbing her asshole. Sharon convulsed at the table as her orgasm hit like a freight train. She screamed as she came, shaking the table, the supposedly stable coffee cup tipping over to spill the contents onto the plate. Cindy fingerfucked her slower and slower, the finger rubbing her slowing as well, her licking turning to light kisses as she eased Sharon down from her morning high. Sharon gazed down at Cindy with a satisfied smile. "Where did you learn THAT?" she asked through pursed lips, breathing heavily. "The Mistress has taught me much, Ma'am. And, I learned some things before she bought me." Sharon's naked butt squeaked as she scooted back in the seat, still breathing hard. She focused her eyes on her ruined plate, saying, "Wow! That was incredible! You can get up now and get dressed." "Yes, Mistress. Is the Mistress pleased for the day ahead?" Cindy asked as she wormed her way out from under the table, fastening her bodice. Sharon sighed contentedly. "Oh, yes. Thank you." Cindy curtsied and began gathering the dishes, licking her lips. "Mistress, one of my duties is to remind you of appointments and such. You need to get ready for school, Ma'am." Sharon started up the stairs to begin her morning routine, wobbling a bit from the breakfast orgasm. As she showered, she heard the chiming notes of the doorbell. Presently, Cindy's voice came from the bathroom doorway. "Mistress, there are two policemen at the front door. They request to speak to the person in charge of the home." Sharon froze, her mind immediately going to Lillian. Lillian had gotten into an accident, she just knew it. Quickly turning off the water, she grabbed a fluffy towel, wrapped it around herself and practically flew down the stairs, leaving a trail of water behind. A short fireplug of a man, with dark hair and corporal stripes, stood alongside a taller slender blonde cop just inside the open front door. They were looking through the doorway into the kitchen as Sharon descended, turning to spy the girl with dripping wet hair. Cindy followed closely behind her with a smaller towel stooping to wipe up the water, deep cleavage showing as she bent over. "Officers? Is something wrong with Ms Lillian?" Sharon asked worriedly as she approached. The fireplug spoke, a deep basso voice emanating from the short man, "Ms Lillian? Who's that?" The young blonde cop was staring at Cindy's chest, hoping to see a bit more than cleavage. "She owns the house. She left for a trip just about an hour ago and left me to watch the place," Sharon said, brushing a trickle of water out of her eyes. "What's going on?" The two cops looked at each other, then around the room, then back to Sharon. Cindy produced yet another towel, from where Sharon didn't know, and draped it carefully over Sharon's head so as not to obstruct her view. Cindy then began to carefully rub Sharon's hair to dry it. "Ma'am, is everything all right here?" asked Fireplug. "Errr....yeah...." replied Sharon guardedly. "Why wouldn't it be?" "Ma'am, one of the neighbors was walking her dog earlier and heard a scream coming from here. Is there anything we need to know?" Sharon turned crimson, giggling slightly. Cindy hesitated for the briefest moment then resumed drying Sharon. "Oh, that," she tried to keep her voice level, but it cracked slightly anyway, "We were...eating...and I...er...uh...slipped and fell out of my chair." It was Cindy's turn to become crimson. The two cops looked at her, taking in her voluptuous curves, large breasts, silken uniform and stiletto heels. They smirked at each other slyly, the younger cop raising his eyebrow and cocking his head slightly. Fireplug just glowered at the blonde cop. "All right, ma'am," said Fireplug, smiling professionally. "Your neighbor was just concerned. Do we need call you an ambulance?" Sharon giggled again, unable to resist being a smart ass, "No, thank you, officer. Cindy kissed it and made it better." Fireplug grinned widely, catching the obvious mirth from the girl, while the blonde cop snickered and Cindy discreetly moved her head behind Sharon as she turned beet red. The cops said their goodbyes and left, closing the door behind them. Sharon peeked through the strip window beside the door watching the pair as they walked back to their cars. Fireplug's hand shot out and smacked the back of the blonde's head. Both cops roared with laughter, got in their cars and drove off. "Miss Cindy," Sharon said as she turned from the window, "would you pick out my clothes for the day? I need to finish washing my hair." Sharon led the way to the stairs, Cindy following closely and pausing to dab at a water spot occasionally. "Yes, Mistress." Cindy stopped in the bedroom to go through the small collection of clothes, picking and choosing carefully, while Sharon dropped her towel and got back into the shower to finish. Sharon emerged a few minutes later, drying her hair again. Cindy stood quietly in her standard pose, eyes downcast, hands folded before her; however, something seemed to be weighing on her mind. "Permission to speak, Mistress?" Sharon looked forlornly at the knee-length skirt, white short-sleeved shirt and faded pink socks wishing she could get new clothes. "Sure, Miss Cindy. You can talk to me anytime you want." She began to dress. "While it is certainly your right to speak to me how you wish, Ma'am, it is not necessary to call me, 'Miss,' all the time. I am used to being called many different things. Begging the Mistress's pardon." Cindy blushed as she was not accustomed to being able to communicate with her superior so openly. Sharon's brow furrowed as she mulled over Cindy's words while she tied her purple high tops. "Okay. I was just taught to treat everyone with the respect I'd want from others." Cindy tugged Sharon's skirt here and there, tucking her shirt more securely in the back. "I understand, Mistress. Please forgive me for my outburst." Sharon turned to look Cindy in the eye, placing her arms around the maid's neck. Cindy shifted a bit at this sudden action, but remained in place. Cindy was only an inch or two taller than Sharon. "Miss Cindy, you're a human being. You deserve respect just like everyone else. I respect you for knowing yourself so well. I wish I knew who I was..." She leaned forward to kiss Cindy lightly on the lips, inhaling the sweet scent of the maid and hugging her tightly. Cindy returned the tender kiss, stiffening as she was hugged. Very few people had ever hugged her and she wasn't quite sure how to react. She settled for wrapping her arms around Sharon and patting the girl on the back. After a long moment, Sharon broke away and headed for the stairs, Cindy trailing. "Mistress, in the packet which The Mistress left for me, were instructions about the homecoming dance. She knows that it's important to you and requests that you not ask anyone to it. She has taken care of the matter and hopes that you will enjoy her gift," said Cindy as they made their way downstairs. Sharon stopped at the bottom, turning to face Cindy brightly. "She's coming back for the dance? She'll be my date?" Cindy almost ran into Sharon, but grabbed the rail and managed to stop herself in time. "No, Mistress. She has something else in mind for you. I don't know what it is, but there is a letter that I am to present to you this afternoon after school. Please do not ask to see it before then. I am bound by my word to her to follow her instructions to the letter." Cindy bowed her head in acknowledgment of Sharon's status as well as in apology. The doorbell sounded again. Twice before school? thought Sharon. This is strange. Cindy excused herself and moved past Sharon to answer the door. From Sharon's vantage point at the foot of the stairs, she was only a few feet from the door and gasped as Cindy opened it. Standing in the doorway was a slender redheaded female with piercing green eyes, beautiful face passive. She was dressed in immaculate chauffeur livery and topped out at six feet, if she was an inch. Her hair was tightly wrapped in a bun at the back of her head. The outfit fitted her form, accentuating her curvaceous figure. At her left shoulder stood an equally impressive brunette who stood a few inches taller. She was dressed in a black, loosely cut business suit, the coat being unbuttoned to reveal a spanking white button up shirt; shoulder-length hair in a severe ponytail. As the woman turned to glance behind her occasionally, the shirt seemed to tighten against something a little harder; body armor. The chauffeur spoke directly to Cindy with a voice of pure silk. "Good morning. Please inform the Mistress of the house that her chauffeur and bodyguard are here and will await her on the doorstep." Sharon's legs gave way as she collapsed to sit on the stairs with a thump. Cindy turned and immediately rushed to her as the chauffeur stepped aside and the brunette rushed in to kneel at her side. "Mistress?" asked Cindy in alarm. The bodyguard, stone faced, looked into Sharon's eyes, examining her closely. Sharon grinned sheepishly and said, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare anyone. Just took me totally by surprise, that's all. I'm fine." She giggled as the stoic bodyguard and Cindy helped her to stand. Now standing one step up, Sharon was at eye level with the bodyguard's throat. She looked up into the tall woman's eyes, smiling. "Ms Lillian sent you and that other lady didn't she?" "Yes, Ma'am. I'm to protect you at all times while you are outside of this house or your school. I am Alyssa. Your chauffeur is Caylie. We will escort you and make sure that you arrive safely where you need to be." Her voice was pleasant, but not the silken texture of Caylie's. "Wow!" Turning to the maid, she asked, "Miss Cindy, did you know about this?" Cindy lowered her eyes to stare at her feet. "Yes, Mistress. I did. I apologize and did not mean to deceive you. The Mistress left explicitly detailed instructions on whom to expect while she is away. I am not to reveal this information ahead of time." At that moment, it was cemented in Sharon's mind that Lillian really did love her and was going all-out to make sure that she knew. Caylie, surveying the area outside, turned to speak into the doorway in her silken voice, "Ma'am, we need to be going so you're not late for class." Sharon giggled at the pampering. She was becoming used to being called, "Ma'am," by people much older than she was. She went over to the desk in the living room to retrieve her books, then headed for the door. Alyssa stood on the porch, head turning slowly as she gazed around the quiet neighborhood while Caylie sauntered down the walkway to a gleaming black Cadillac limousine, behind which stood a small black sports car carrying two men who were dressed identically to Alyssa. Caylie stood at the opened rear door awaiting Sharon. Sharon slid in, Caylie closed the door and moved to the driver's side as Alyssa stood outside the car, still surveying the area. When Caylie closed her door, Alyssa immediately got into the front passenger seat and the car was instantly in motion, gliding away from the curb. The sports car followed closely. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 05 Every visible head at the school turned to stare at the enormous car as it pulled into the parking lot, the sports car stopping next to the curb at the street. The machine stopped so smoothly that Sharon thought they were still moving until she saw Alyssa get out. She started to open her door and felt it pulled gently from her hand as Caylie seemed to materialize beside the car and open it all the way to allow her exit. Red faced, Sharon thanked Caylie and began walking toward her usual meeting spot with Regan, Alyssa at her side the entire way. Alyssa nodded to the closest door, her eyes moving constantly. "Ma'am, will you be coming out of that door this afternoon?" Sharon nodded, eying the various throngs of people with their heads lowered conspiratorially as they spoke in hushed tones about this strange sight, turning to look occasionally at the car or bodyguard. Principal Winslow, flanked by a uniformed security guard, emerged from the building to meet them. Glaring at Alyssa, he asked, "What is the meaning of this? Weapons aren't allowed on school property." Sharon took a step closer to her bodyguard as Alyssa smoothly fielded the questions. "Sir, I have been detailed to provide for the safety of this youth while she is outside of the school. I assure you that I carry no weapons." She didn't bother to say that her pistol and shotgun were in the trunk of the sports car out on the street. "My company complies with all local, state, and federal laws and regulations. If you would care to have me pass through a metal detector, I will comply." Sharon spotted Regan approaching, long hair flowing loosely behind. They waved at each other. Winslow motioned at his guard who produced a scanning wand and passed it over the tall woman. The guard nodded that all was clear. Winslow paused a long moment, looking the woman up and down, then turned without another word and strode back into the building. Sharon flipped him off. "Asshole," she muttered. Regan watched the retreating back of the principal and joined Sharon in flipping him the bird. "He runs this place like a goddamn prison camp," her smoky voice spoke. "You okay, Shar?" She turned to stare openly at Alyssa and chuckle. "Yeah, I guess you are." The first bell sounded, Sharon excusing herself and Regan and telling Alyssa to have a nice day. At lunch time, seated in the cafeteria with Regan, Amber and Amber's boyfriend, Ryan, Sharon glanced around the large room. The usual cliques were eating together; the Nerds were probably discussing the upcoming science fair; the Jocks, the last football game; the Cheerleaders were giggling about how cute Rick McNabb (football captain) was; and the Stoners were talking about Nirvana, Led Zepplin, and Pink Floyd. The usual high school bullshit. Ryan and Amber, seated facing Sharon, both stiffened in their seats at the same time, Ryan mumbling, "BFH and puppets, twelve o'clock." Sharon sighed. BFH was the nickname given Megan, Regan's twin. BFH stood for, "Bitch from Hell." Megan, trailed by her lackeys, Andrea, Tina, Jessica (never, "Jess") and Marie, flounced up to the table and glared down her nose at Sharon. Without preamble, she said, "I suppose you think you're special, now. Sugar Momma. Bodyguards. Chauffeur. What's next? Are you gonna get food tasters to make sure your food's not poisoned?" Her entourage grinned. Sharon didn't move her head, only her eyes as she looked at her lunch buddies and winked. She turned in her seat to face Megan. "I thought about it. You wanna volunteer?" Ryan snickered, while the girls smirked. "Little Girl," intoned Megan in the same smoky voice Regan had, "your bodyguard isn't here right now to stand up for you. Better watch out how you talk to me. I might have to kick your ass." Megan's entourage glared at Sharon, trying to intimidate her further. Regan spoke up, "Bitch, go away. She's not bothering you. Besides, she'd break your head and shit on your girl-toys before you could think. Just leave and the school nurse won't have to scrape you off the floor." Megan laughed openly; a purely unintentional seductive laugh. "This little thing? She couldn't beat me in tennis or swimming. What makes you think she could take me in a fight?" Amber and Ryan glanced at each other and burst into laughter, leaving Megan to glare fumingly at them. Amber looked to the BFH and said, "You got any idea what, 'Ecky Thump' is?" She giggled and pointed meaningfully at Sharon. Megan stiffened imperially; she had no idea what it was, but she didn't DARE tell these simpletons. "Of course, I know what it is. Doesn't everyone?" Her entourage looked at each other with, "what the fuck?" expressions. She turned and stalked off, trailed by her lemmings. Sharon giggled mirthfully, turning back to her friends who were all chuckling. "Nice one, Amber. But, what IS that, "Icky Tump" thing you were talking about?" Amber picked up her coke, taking a swallow before answering. "It was some kind of weird made-up martial art out of the British comedy, 'The Goodies.' Uses Black Pudding Sausages as its main weapon. Ryan has the whole series on DVD." Sharon burst into laughter, hiking a thumb over her shoulder in the direction Megan had gone. "You know, when she finds out exactly what it is, she's gonna come back for a fight." Regan threw an arm around Sharon's shoulder in a sisterly hug. "Don't worry about her," she said. "You've got me at school and that Amazon when you go outside. Besides, I know where the BFH sleeps." She leaned her head to knock against Sharon's lightly. "You're good, kiddo." Changing the subject, Amber asked, "So, who are you guys taking to the dance?" It went without saying that Amber and Ryan were going to be on each others arms. Regan removed her arm and reached for her half-eaten hamburger, chuckling to herself. Sharon instantly knew the answer on Regan's part. She sighed, "I wanted to take Ms Lillian, but she's away on business. It's supposed to be all taken care of for me, but I don't know. The maid's not talking." Ryan leaned forward, his hands between his knees. "Maybe she'll set you up with that redheaded chauffeur. What a babe!" As one, the girls attacked him good-naturedly; Amber thumped his ear, Sharon threw a brownie at him, catching him on the chin, and Regan launched a kick to his shin under the table. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, the odd group pointing at Sharon and whispering conspiratorially. She exited the school to find Alyssa patiently standing watch then walking her to the limo, the sport cars following them home. Rounding the final corner, Sharon looked out the window to see a gleaming pink Rolls Royce parked in front of the house. Caylie's head turned slightly to glance at Alyssa. Alyssa consulted a PDA , matching license numbers with those in the database, and responded, "It's fine. That vehicle is expected." As they approached the house, Alyssa asked, "Ma'am, we have been in touch with your maid. She informed us that there are no plans for you to leave this evening. Do you plan to go anywhere else?" Sharon searched her mind and couldn't think of anything, saying so as they got out and walked toward the front door. "Very well, Ma'am. Shortly, there will be a black Chevrolet van parked in your driveway. Please don't be alarmed. That is the relief team. They will be replaced by another team at midnight, and my team will return tomorrow morning. Please don't disturb the teams with refreshments or anything else. They are self-sufficient and very good at their jobs. Your lady friend must care for you a great deal. Round the clock protection is not cheap." Alyssa's hard face softened a bit and she showed the briefest of smiles. "Good evening, Ma'am," she said, making sure Sharon was inside the house, before turning away. Cindy met her at the door, locking it as Sharon entered and taking her books to place them on the desk in the living room. "Mistress, there is a visitor awaiting you in the sun room. I shall join you shortly and give you a message left by The Mistress." She curtsied, eyes downcast and glided from the room, curiously, not waiting for an answer. Sharon furrowed her brow. She'd never seen Cindy act like that. There had to be an explanation which she would ask about after she met her mysterious guest. She wandered into the sun room to spot an impossibly thin man, dressed gaudily in a handmade fluorescent pink suit. His hatchet-like face, slicked back hair, and long, hooked nose reminded her of Grand Moff Tarkin in, "Star Wars." Both ears were pierce with large hoop earrings and gold rings with lots of diamonds adorned each finger of his skeletal hands. He sat in a wing-backed chair with one leg crossed effetely over the other. His highly polished Italian leather shoes reflected the light streaming in from the window behind. He grinned broadly, standing as Sharon entered the room. "Oh, My Heavens! Lillian was quite right when she said that you're the cutest thing ever! Simply scrumptious! Turn around and let me get a look at you!" He fanned himself with his hand. "Oh!" he squeaked. "WHERE are my manners?" He sashayed over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and moving his face to either side of hers in a simulation of kissing both cheeks. "I'm Jasper. I'll be sewing your dress for the dance. It's going to be close as we only have four days to do it, but I don't think it will be too much trouble. We mustn't tarry, though. I need you to take off your clothes. You can keep your bra and panties on." Sharon's mind whirled. A strange man who hadn't let her say a single word wanted her to shed her clothes? What the heck was going on? She held up a finger in a, "wait," gesture and fairly bolted from the room. "Miss Cindy! Miss Cindy! Where are you?" she called frantically. Cindy rushed out of the kitchen, worry on her face. "Yes, Mistress? What is wrong?" Sharon practically leapt into Cindy's arms. "He wants me to take my clothes off!" Cindy hugged her comfortingly. "The Mistress has used his services since before I met her. She trusts him very much. If you do not wish for his services, I will arrange something else, Mistress. Please understand that everyone who is allowed in this house has met all of The Mistress's standards." She gently disengaged herself and reached into the folds of her uniform, producing a small object with a button on it. "This is an emergency alarm unit. If I push this button, the men in the driveway will be here within moments." "Mistress," she lifted her eyes to meet Sharon's frightened gaze, "you are perfectly safe." She gave the merest hint of a smile, trying to reassure the teen. Sharon nodded slowly in understanding, smiled back, and turned to make her way back to Jasper. Jasper smiled apologetically. "Madame Sharon," he said, "I apologize for startling you. I was under the impression that you knew what I was to do." He bowed formally. "We will proceed when and only when you are ready, Madame." He smiled condescendingly. Sharon sat on a love seat to remove her shoes, speaking as she undressed. "I'm awfully sorry, Mr Jasper. Today's just been all wonky for me. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." The next hour was spent with Jasper measuring her arms, legs, bust, waist, neck, and butt, as she stood, bent, twisted, turned, and sat. He measured the length of each toe and each finger, the width and length of her hands and feet. For some reason, unfathomable to her, he measured the length of her hair. For the finale, he produced a small digital camera and took full-length pictures of her, along with closeups of the front, back, and sides of her head. Somewhere during the process, the doorbell rang; soon after, Regan walking in to plop herself down on the loveseat to watch the proceedings. Jasper almost dropped his tape measure when he laid eyes on her, but kept his semi-professional demeanor. He finished up, kissed the air twice in Sharon's direction, leered at Regan, and minced away, saying that the dress would be ready Friday afternoon. The dance was Friday night. Regan turned her intensely blue eyes on Sharon's nearly nude form admiringly. "You know, Shar, you really are a sexy girl. I wonder why we've never made out before?" Sharon reddened. "Regan, how long have we known each other? Sixth grade?" She moved to hug Regan and kiss the top of her head. "You're my 'sister'," she giggled. Regan snaked an arm around her best friend, pinching her butt and grinning. "Just offering. If you ever decide that you want to do it, just let me know." Sharon tickled her. "And ruin our friendship? HAH! That'll be the day!" She grabbed one of Regan's nipples through her shirt, twisting harshly. "TITTIE TWISTER!" She yelped and bolted out of the room with Regan in hot pursuit. Charging through the house, zigzagging around furniture, Regan caught Sharon's bra strap and pulled it back as far as it would go, then let it snap against her back. Sharon shrieked and giggled, "Okay! Okay! Ya got me!" They hugged fiercely; a hug that only the best of friends can share. As they hugged, Sharon felt a light tug on her panties as they were pulled down to her ankles. Warm, tender lips began kissing her butt cheeks as a pair of hands lightly caressed her legs. Regan, still holding her, slid her hands up her back to unclasp her bra and pull it away. "Regan," pleaded Sharon. "Please don't. I don't want to lose you as a friend. You, Cindy and Ms Lillian are the only people I have, right now. I need you to be my sister." She glanced down to see Cindy's hands stroking her legs, feeling the maid kissing and licking her cheeks. Regan pulled back, taking the bra with her. She smiled her naturally seductive smile at Sharon, her smoky voice more tender than Sharon had ever heard it, "Shar, you and me are best friends. We've played hooky together, gotten in trouble together, everything. Except make love. If we make love, it will ruin all of it. I don't want that, either." She winked and stepped back. "I'm just helping Flower. But, I WOULD like to watch, if you don't mind." She kissed Sharon's nose. "Fuck my 'sister'? Ewwwww," she grinned. Sharon's smile was immediately replaced with a look of surprised ecstasy as Cindy slid a finger into her pussy, her thumb lightly rubbing Sharon's tender pucker. Regan said, "Flower, take her to the sofa." Cindy stood, scooping Sharon off her feet to carry her into the living room and set her gently on the sofa, carefully pushing her back to lie full-length. She asked, "Would Mistress like anything in particular?" She eyed Sharon's tight young body hungrily, a hint of redness in her cheeks. Regan, sitting in her usual spot in the recliner, said, "Flower, her body is a playground. You will, however, avoid penetration of her ass with anything other than your tongue. Clear?" Cindy flushed, a look of worry crossing her face as she turned to curtsy to Regan. "Oh, no, Miss! I would never put anything where she did not want me to!" She turned back to Sharon, seeking permission to continue. Sharon nodded, smiling. Cindy knelt on the floor beside Sharon, kissing her neck tenderly, her kisses trailing down to Sharon's nipples to flick them with her tongue and suck gently. Sharon craned her neck and arched her back, jutting her cute, perky breasts out for the maid's ministrations. She reached a hand to stroke Cindy's hair; tangling her finger in it, then smoothing it again. "Undress completely for me," Sharon purred. "I've never seen you totally naked." Cindy instantly stood, practiced hands unfastening snaps and buckles as she removed every stitch of clothing along with her high-heels. She wobbled a bit, large round breasts swaying, as her feet touched the floor; proof that she was so accustomed to the heels. She stood motionless, eyes downcast with hands folded, waiting for her next order. Regan landed a stinging slap to Cindy's butt. "Did anyone tell you to stop?" Cindy eeped, all cheeks reddening. "No," she said as she sank to her knees again and continued kissing Sharon's body. One hand stroked Sharon's hair as the other roamed the girl's body, occasionally brushing across her slit. She continued kissing her way down the girl's body, hearing sighs of bliss coming from Sharon. She slowly brought her hand down the side of Sharon's face, caressing the smooth cheek. Cindy's face moved directly over Sharon's lips as she insinuated her tongue into the girl to lick joyfully at the succulent clit. Sharon heaved a tremendous sigh and slowly lifted a leg, letting Cindy move her head around it for better access. Cindy's arm snaked under Sharon's leg, gently pulling her hips around. Regan landed another stinging slap to Cindy's bare butt. "You know that YOU move around HER. Right?" Cindy squeaked again and moaned slightly, her own sex beginning to moisten at the spankings. "Yes," She intoned. She raised her head to gaze at Sharon. "Please, forgive me, Mistress." Sharon just nodded, pushing Cindy's head back down between her legs. Cindy needed no instruction, licking furiously as she moved a finger into Sharon, wiggling it. Regan said, "Flower, move to the end of the sofa and lie on your stomach, if you need more purchase." Cindy kept licking Sharon as she scooted around and lay across the arm of the sofa, bent at the hips, bare butt in the air facing Regan. Sharon spread her legs, pulling her knees to her shoulders, leaving herself wide open for Cindy. Cindy took advantage of the new position, licking and kissing Sharon's asshole. Regan, also, took advantage of Cindy's new position by massaging her smooth ass cheeks, occasionally running a feather light fingertip over her perfect asshole. Cindy gasped into Sharon at each touch on her pucker, the caresses spurring her on. If the house had chosen to cave in at that moment, Sharon couldn't do a thing about it. She was completely at the mercy of Cindy's marvelous tongue. As Cindy licked her ass, the maid suddenly jammed her tongue into the pucker, finger wiggling inside Sharon's pussy. Sharon clenched her own legs and let out a wail as she came, ramming her ass into Cindy's tongue, Cindy's finger going deep inside her. The girl gently brushed Cindy's forehead with the backs of her fingers. Cindy was well-trained in all signals from people; she knew that the brush meant that she had performed well and her Mistress was pleased. She eased away, slowly removing her finger, remaining bent with her head still in Sharon's crotch. Regan leaned forward in her chair to run a finger up and down Cindy's ass and lips. Sharon gently dropped her legs to let them lay on Cindy's back, panting. "Shar?" asked Regan, "You think she did good?" Sharon smiled and stretched languidly. "Miss Cindy was perfect." Regan smiled as she admired the cute ass before her. "Mind if I give her a reward...in private?" Sharon giggled, staring at the ceiling. "Miss Cindy, is there anything pressing before dinner?" "Just a note which The Mistress left for you. With permission, I will dress and get it for you." Sharon looked down at Cindy, reddening; she still wasn't used to granting requests. "Permission granted." She looked at Regan meaningfully. "On both parts," she giggled again. Cindy dressed rapidly, donning her entire regalia in less than thirty seconds. She went into the kitchen, returned with a bright yellow envelope, then trailed Regan up the stairs to her room. Her bedroom door closed, muffled sighs soon floating down. Sharon looked around for a letter opener and slit the top open. The scent of Lillian's perfume wafted to Sharon's nostrils, her heart rising and sinking at the same time. As she unfolded the heavy paper note (engraved with Lillian's name), a small plastic self-close bag, itself containing a red silk cloth, fell into her lap. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 05 She looked at the bag curiously, then set it aside and curled her legs beneath her to read the note. "My Dearest Beloved Sharon, "By now, you are aware that I am taking every precaution to ensure your happiness and safety while I am away. I would imagine that Jasper came on a little strong, but rest assured that he has my complete trust. If, for any reason, you cannot reach me or, God forbid, something should happen to Cindy, call him instantly. His number is speed dial number 2 on the house phone. He will know what to do. "The bodyguard detail is my way of showing that you mean more to me than anything else in the world. Their company has been in business for almost 200 years and they hire only the best available. I specifically asked for your escorts to be female as I feel that you are more comfortable that way. The company is speed dial 3 on the house phone. "The next few days will be unlike any you have ever had in your life. If there is any hesitation at all, any worry on your part, or if you simply don't want to do something, just say so to those present and other arrangements will be made. "My heart sinks at the merest thought of you going to the homecoming dance without me, but these meetings cannot be avoided. I've taken the liberty of having you escorted by a...I hope you're sitting down...male friend of a friend of my literary agent. Please don't be upset with me. I can guarantee that you will enjoy your date. If 'something' should happen between you two, I'll understand and it would be quite impossible for me to be jealous. This guy is one of the hottest I've ever seen. He makes Brad Pitt look like a slouch. "I know how busy you'll be this week, so won't be TOO disappointed if I don't get a call from you. (wink) If I haven't talked to you by Saturday evening, I'll call you to see how things are going. "My body may be at stupid meetings all week, but know that my heart, soul, and thoughts are at home with you. "All my love, "Ms Lillian "P.S. Open the plastic bag, then go do your homework. Ms L" Sharon's eyes teared up as she read the letter, then she giggled at the post scriptum. She reached into her lap to retrieve the baggie and pop it open. Instantly, the smell of Lillian's sex drifted to her nose, the silk cloth having been soaked with her lover's juices. Sharon immediately placed the bag to her nose and inhaled deeply while she fingered herself to orgasm, remembering the warm days and warmer nights of the past few weeks. Sharon spent the next few hours doing homework, still in the buff as she was accustomed to, occasionally taking a sniff of the baggie. Cindy and Regan had descended the stairs, the maid, dressed and coiffed as normal, proceeding into the kitchen to fix dinner. Regan, totally nude and showing her marvelous banana-shaped, puffy-nippled breasts, plopped down and turned on the television, allowing Sharon to finish her studies. Sharon finished, closed her books and joined Regan on the sofa, snuggling against her "sister," enjoying the body-to-body contact. As the news come on, Cindy informed them of dinner and asked if they wanted to eat in the living room or at the table. Both agreed to eat in the living room and Cindy brought trays out containing her usually excellent cooking. When they had finished, the maid dutifully gathered the trays and disappeared into the kitchen. Presently, the clatter of dishes was heard as she put them in the dishwasher then moved back into the living room. Regan moved to the recliner and pulled the maid into her lap. She slipped her hand under Cindy's skirt, and idly fingered the maid as they all watched television; Cindy quivering from time to time. Promptly at 8pm, Sharon changed the channel to her favorite cop show, "Mean Miami Streets." She pointed out one of the stars, Greek born Ouranos Stavrou who played Cuban national "Jose Montego," idly commenting that he was probably the only male she'd consider going to bed with. He was almost TOO hot. The rest of the week was a whirlwind of activity for Sharon, although the nights were lonely without the warm form of Lillian next to her. By Wednesday evening, however, she was simply too tired to really care, not getting to bed until almost 1am. Tuesday and Wednesday after school, she was driven to her bodyguard's training facility, where for the next four hours each afternoon she was schooled in the fine arts of sports car and evasive driving, complete with ambush scenarios and simulated gunfire. Of ocurse, the classes were highly condensed, giving her a basic understanding of the skills needed in today's society. After these classes, Cindy would have dinner on the table and she ate while doing her homework. On Thursday, the bodyguard cadre drove her to a different part of the training facility where she learned the proper use and care of pistols and shotguns. For the grand finale, they gave her a live-fire demonstration of their CQB (Close Quarter Battle) tactics. She wore a very heavy armored vest, goggles. and helmet and was placed within a waist high circle of sandbags inside a room, Alyssa standing next to her for reassurance. Several cardboard cutouts, simulating terrorists, were placed around the room, the closest being inches from Sharon. Alyssa wore only her business suit and goggles as she smiled down at the girl, saying, "Here comes the fun part." She winked and placed an arm around Sharon's shoulders, then called out in a clear voice, "Let's dance!" A bell sounded and the area took on a severe, no-nonsense air. Suddenly, the door they were facing burst in, six figures in full raid gear fanning out. Sharon heard small pops from the guns. Before her brain registered what was happening, cries of, "CLEAR!" echoed around the room from the suited warriors. She didn't have time to scream, much less hug Alyssa for protection. The action was obviously over with, but Sharon's brain couldn't comprehend what had just happened, so she asked Alyssa. Alyssa just grinned widely and pointed at the cutout next to them, tapping its "forehead." A neat little hole had appeared where a bullet had gone completely through. Sharon's jaw dropped as she looked at the other cutouts. All had neat holes in the forehead. Three figures approached and removed their masks and goggles. The flaming red hair identified a grinning Caylie, the other two figures were revealed as the men in the sports car. Caylie's silken voice asked, "Feel better about us?" She winked at the youth and pecked Alyssa on the lips, chuckling as she walked away. As tired as she was, Sharon could barely get to sleep that night in anticipation of the dance tomorrow and her surprise date. Ms Lillian knew she was dedicated only to the older woman, so this must just be for appearance' sake. She tossed and turned, finally drifting off. The day couldn't have gone any slower if it had been made of molasses. When Caylie and Alyssa picked her up, Alyssa informed her that they had been given the night off as her date would supply the guard for the evening. Sharon "humphed" that HER guards wouldn't be around, but grudgingly agreed. Parked in front of the house was the gleaming pink Rolls belonging to Jasper, a huge, gaudy purple, yellow and red panel van parked behind. She entered the house, told Alyssa to have a nice night, and locked the door behind her. Cindy took her books as usual, and totally out of character for her, giggled. She had read the day's note and knew what to expect this evening. Sharon screwed up her face, and whacked Cindy on the bare butt as the maid moved away. "Forgive me, Mistress. I forget my place." She immediately assumed her submissive role and posture, a slight flush on her cheeks. "Who's here besides Mr. Jasper?" "The Mistress's personal hair artiste, Ma'am," replied Cindy. "Your..." She bit her lip to stifle another giggle, "...date will arrive promptly at 6pm. There is very little time to get ready, Ma'am. Please speak with the tailor and hair artiste, then a shower would be appropriate for the evening's activities, Mistress." She reddened, realizing that what she said came out almost as a command. Sharon smiled at the maid, swatting her cute bare bottom again, then waggled a finger and shook her head. The meaning was clear: be more careful how you word things. Cindy moaned a bit, biting her lower lip again, this time out of lust. "Your guests await in the sun room, Ma'am." Sharon nodded her dismissal and wandered into the sun room There stood Jasper, dressed today in an electric pink suit which shimmered as he moved. He was talking to an enormous woman dressed in a very busily patterned mu-mu, her peroxided hair teased and standing almost straight up. This woman looked to Sharon like a reject from the movie, "Hairspray," and was, quite possibly, the ugliest woman in the world. Sharon inhaled sharply. A mannequin stood nearby, draped in the most beautiful pastel green silk gown that she'd ever seen, the school colors being green and yellow. Several layers of ruffles adorned it, with little green roses the size of Sharon's little fingernail arranged every inch or two around the hems of the layers. A green sash around the waist had slightly larger green roses arranged seemingly randomly. The neckline plunged almost to the sash. Moving to the back, Sharon noted the wide crisscrossed straps, exposing plenty of back. On the feet of the mannequin were matching suede high heeled shoes, small roses in place of buckles. The hands of the mannequin were clad in sheer, almost see-through gloves. Seeing her expression, Jasper enthused, "I'm so ecstatic that you like it! When Ramona gets through with your hair, I'LL have a hard time keeping my hands off of you, you yummy little thing." He chuckled to show he was joking. Ramona huffed over to Sharon, pantyhose-clad thighs whiffing as she walked. Her voice was deep for a woman. If Sharon had heard the woman over the phone, she'd have sworn she was talking to a man. "Jasper and Lillian both were so right about you, child! You are adorable!" She fingered Sharon's hair. "And I see that Lillian has you using the right shampoo and conditioner." She leaned close to Sharon and lowered her voice confidentially, surreptitiously gesturing to Jasper. "You wouldn't believe some of the rag-tops that I deal with." Sharon giggled, peeking at Jasper. Jasper sniffed and said, "I heard that, you cow. At least I don't buy my dresses from Omar The Tentmaker." They both broke into laughter, proving that it was all in good fun. They ran in the same circles and had known each other for years. Ramona turned back to Sharon. "Now, Little Lovey, run along and wash your perfect body. Make sure to wash your hair at LEAST three times and condition it twice. Dampen a towel to wrap around your head and keep your hair wet. Then, we'll do you up like the princess you are and see you off on your date. Run along now." Ramona dismissed the girl with a wave. Sharon paid special attention to her hair, spending a half hour in the shower in order to accomplish the instructions from Ramona. As she went into the bedroom to look for underwear her eye was caught by a black thong lying on the bed next to a note from her love. The note read: "Beloved, just thought you might like these better than your 'Granny Panties.' I love you, Ms L." Out of curiosity, Sharon raised them to her nose. Sure enough, they smelled of Lillian's perfume. She quickly slid them on and threw a robe around herself, descending the stairs and wandering in to the sun room again, towel around her head. Ramona humphed at Jasper, "You see, Queer-boy? At least SOMEONE listens to me." Jasper sneered back at her, "They have to listen to you, Sow. They can't very well LOOK at you." The pair of friends motioned Sharon over and helped her into the gown. The fabric hugged every inch of her without bunching or bubbling. Somehow, the gown had even given her a tiny bit of cleavage. Jasper walked around her admiring his handiwork. No last minute tucks were needed. It was perfect. Jasper grinned at Sharon who's heart swelled at feeling like a queen. "Mr Jasper! You..." Jasper cut her off with a wave of his skeletal hand, "Yes, yes, I know. I'm simply the best dressmaker to ever walk the earth. You don't have to remind me." He helped her to sit in the proffered chair which was standing on a white sheet. He speared Ramona with his beady little eyes. "Look, Elephant-woman, if you slice a single thread or dare to drop a single hair on this gown, it'll take a squad of those hunky Navy Seals to get me off of you." Ramona snapped her fingers, moving her head side to side, her triple-chin wobbling, "Fag-boy, I'd just need to call George Clooney and you'd run screaming into his arms." She leaned close to Sharon again. "I have George on speed dial," she chuckled throatily. Sharon grinned. The next hour and a half was spent with Jasper and Ramona clucking and fussing over her; styling Sharon's hair and applying makeup, accentuating her eyes, lengthening and thickening her eyelashes, and applying lipstick to her fairly thin lips in order to make them appear fuller. Jasper spent most of his time polishing and buffing her nails, applying polish to perfectly match her lipstick. When Sharon asked about it, he replied that his first love was dressmaking followed closely by nail craft. The doorbell rang, Sharon's heart leaping into her throat until she heard Regan's familiar voice talking to Cindy and immediately calmed down. A noise at the sun room doorway made her turn to spot Regan, dressed in a dark blue tuxedo, long blonde hair neatly pulled back with a matching barrette. Regan moved around in front of Sharon, staying out of the way, eyebrows climbing into her hairline. "Holy shit, Shar! Wait'll BFH gets a load of you!" The normally aloof Regan actually leered at Sharon, licking her lips predatorially. "God DAMN are you gorgeous!" Sharon turned red as a beet. "Aw, you're just saying that, Regan. I'm nothing special." She dropped her eyes to her lap. Jasper reached over to retrieve the shoes and gloves, helping Sharon put them on. He looked to Ramona who nodded, then both helped the teen to stand. Ramona held up a bulbed perfume bottle and instructed the girl to close her eyes. The huge woman then held the bottle over Sharon's head and spritzed a couple of times, letting the gentle mist settle on the girl. "When I spritz again, immediately walk into the spray." She backed up a few feet and spritzed twice, Sharon moving forward. "You are SO good!" cried Ramona, her ugly face producing a huge smile. "Shar, if I were you, I'd hide some mace somewhere. Guys AND girls are gonna be all over you tonight. You found out who's taking you yet?" Ramona huffed around to stand in front of her, touching a curl here and there, applying an extra spritz of hairspray to get the hair, "just so." "No. Cindy's being tight lipped as usual about the whole thing. But, she did giggle when I got home from school. I swatted her butt for it." Regan chuckled, "You? Swatted her? You mean you're finally getting the idea that you can punish her and she won't get mad at you?" Ramona whiffed over to a heretofore unnoticed full-length mirror and turned it to face Sharon. Sharon opened her mouth to respond to Regan then stopped with her jaw hanging down. She had to move her hand a few times in order to make sure that the vision in the mirror was actually her. She pointed at it, stammering, "That...that...that's..." Ramona finished for her giving her a little hug from the rear. "That's you, Little Lovey." Sharon's knees felt weak and she stuck out her hand for Ramona to grab to steady her. The front doorbell rang again, freezing Sharon's blood once more. Regan yelled up the stairs toward Cindy's room, "I GOT IT!" and went to answer it, admitting a professional photographer and his equipment. The man immediately got to work setting up his equipment in the living room. Sharon's eyes teared up and she hugged Ramona then Jasper. Jasper showed Sharon a pocket hidden within the folds of the gown which contained a lace handkerchief. He lightly dabbed her eyes and placed the handkerchief back into the folds. Ramona and Jasper smiled ear to ear at Sharon, then turned and sneered each other, their sneers turning to grins as they silently agreed that they worked well together. The muffled footsteps of Cindy descending from her room caught their attention and they all turned to watch her descend. She wore a dark blue dress, to match Regan, at which Jasper muttered under his breath, "Off the rack..." He whoofed as Ramona whirled and punched him in the gut. She hissed, "Quiet, Fag-boy It's a special night for the young ones. Don't ruin it." As Cindy reached the bottom step, feeling like a fish out of water, the doorbell rang a third time and she continued toward it to answer. Sharon inhaled sharply, gave a quick hug to Ramona and Jasper as he held is stomach, and glided toward the door to meet her mystery date. She rounded the corner and stopped dead, staring stupidly at the most gorgeous man to ever walk the earth. Ouranos Stavrou, star of her favorite cop show. He stood six feet, four inches tall. His broad shoulders and slender waist gave him the appearance of a football player. His smooth olive complexion was topped by shoulder-length dark brown hair which hung loosely about his chiseled features. Square jaw, perfectly even white teeth, dimpled chin, sparkling eyes. The only man Sharon ever considered going to bed with. Dressed in a handmade suit which matched Sharon's gown, he cast his huge brown eyes on her, his smile making her knees give way. Only the fact that Ramona and Jasper had followed her literally saved her ass as they each caught an arm and helped her to remain standing. "Uh," was all she said. His smoothness before his adoring public was well known. He nodded to Cindy, who stepped aside, a huge grin on her face, and walked over to Sharon with an extended hand. Sharon numbly raised her own hand to shake his, whereupon he brought it to his lips and gently kissed it. His other hand came up holding a small box containing a wrist corsage of baby's breath and green rose flowers. "Sharon, would you care to accompany me to the homecoming dance?" Sharon regained her knees, Ramona and Jasper tentatively removing their hands. The poor girl was speechless, though. She just stared into those gorgeous brown eyes and nodded like an idiot. Ouranos, still holding her hand, slipped the corsage onto her wrist and turned, saying, "Shall we get our pictures made? We still have dinner before the dance. Reservations are for seven o'clock." Sharon blinked and allowed herself to be guided into the living room, posing for pictures with and without her escort. As they finished, Regan and Cindy moved to take their places, the photographer tipping and tilting their heads and arranging their arms. As the evening progressed, Sharon opened up, asking questions about how he got into acting, who he liked best to work with, where he got the motivation for his character, all the things he had answered a zillion times before. He patiently and gently fielded all of her questions. Her last question before they left the restaurant made him chuckle. "How in the world do you know Ms Lillian?" she asked over dessert. He took a bite of pudding, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Gawd! She longed to lick that Adam's apple, kiss his neck, suck his dick. She'd let him do anything he wanted to her. Her mind began wandering to the possibilities of the way the night would turn out. She loved Ms Lillian with everything she possessed, but, in a way, she had permission to fuck the everliving shit out of this guy. His strong voice brought her back to reality. "I don't know her personally, but I've read most of her books. That's some hot shit, there. Her agent and mine play golf together. When Arnie asked me to do him a favor by taking you out, he told me who your girlfriend is. I like her books, and figured that if you're with her, she must have taught you a thing or fifteen about fucking." He took a drink of water. "So, you wanna just forgo the dance and get a hotel room?" Lillian and Sharon Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Show Time AUTHOR'S NOTE: We've received many emails wanting more substance and details in our duo's everyday lives. There's not a lot of sex in this particular chapter, as we're trying a new approach. PLEASE, let us know how and what we can do to make our readers happy. Real celebrities are mentioned all through the story, however, any "celebrity" taking an active role in the plotline is made up. As of this writing, "Daria Summers" is fictional and is in no way inspired by up-and-comer Erin Crocker. _______________________ _________________________ As Sharon walked toward the house phone, she glanced at the TV which was set to a national news station. The scene was that of the house she was standing in. Two uniformed armed guards stood to either side of the front door. In the driveway was a black security van with a tall, slender pole on top of it; the pole appeared to be higher than the roof of the house. When she asked about the pole, Caylie told her that there was a small camera on top, so the occupants of the van could see over the house and into the backyard. The anchorwoman was babbling about incessantly the events of last night, the scene switching to a photo of Sharon and Ouranos posing for the homecoming pictures. Sharon turned away in disgust, not wanting to even think about the asshole who had tried to rape her. The teen picked up the house phone in the kitchen and dialed Lillian's cell. The house phone was dead. Cindy held out a cell phone. "My apologies, Mistress. It was necessary to disconnect the main phone as the people outside kept calling to speak to you," she said with head bowed. "This telephone was provided by the security company. If you wish, I will dial Mistress Lillian." Wow, thought Sharon, still in a state of shock, these people had ALL the bases covered! "Yes, Miss Cindy. That will be fine." Sharon walked back into the living room, dreading the conversation she was about to have with her Goddess. She wouldn't blame Ms Lillian one bit for having her thrown out the front door to be devoured by those press-wolves. "Yes, sir. The password to connect with that room is, 'mint condition,'" Cindy spoke with the hotel desk, her heels clicking on the tiled floor as she carried the phone into the living room. "Hello, Mistress Lillian. Mistress Sharon is ready to speak with you. Yes, Mistress, the extra security detail is here. I understand, Mistress." She curtsied as she said the last and handed the phone to Sharon. Sharon tentatively took the phone, gulped and raised it to her ear, closing her eyes in preparation for the onslaught. "Er...hi, Ms Lillian,'" she spoke timidly. "Hello, Beloved. I trust that you are being well-cared for?" The smooth music of Lillian's voice flowed through Sharon to encompass her heart. "Yes, they're all very nice to me. Are you mad that your house is on the news?" Lillian's laughter made Sharon relax, her mind's eye seeing that beautiful face; the curve of her cheek, the soft skin. Sharon's thought's turned to the night of lovemaking before Lillian left and she started to get, "that feeling," between her legs. "Sweet Sharon. How could I possibly be upset with you for not wanting to be sexually assaulted? Quite the little lioness, you are, I must say. The news stations have been showing you kicking his ass over and over again. One brought in a Krav Maga expert who said that those were textbook moves and congratulated your instructor. Another expert said that the take-down took less than three seconds. I'm so proud of you! I'm VERY upset with my agent's friend, however." "Ms Lillian, it's not his fault. He just tried..." Sharon was cut off by Lillian who spoke sternly, totally out of character for her; she had always been so kind and polite when speaking to Sharon. "It IS his fault, Beloved," Lillian intoned. "He has known his client for at least as long as the show's been on the air. He should have known what scum that boy is." Her voice softened to its normal near-purr, "I'm sorry, Sharon. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm not angry with you. On the upside, I've closed the deal on the book a week early. I got a call shortly after your story broke with an offer which was simply too good to pass up. We're meeting in a few minutes to finalize everything. You're my good luck charm." Sharon could hear the lightheartedness in Lillian's voice and knew that she was more than a bauble for the luscious woman. "Does that mean that you're coming home?" Sharon asked excitedly. Lillian heaved a great sigh and said, "No, Beloved, I'm afraid not." Sharon's heart sank. "You're going to meet me at my cottage in Virginia. It's not well-known by the media and we'll hide out there for a bit until all this blows over and those jackals find another celebrity story to follow. In a week, no one will remember what happened. They'll be preoccupied with more of Amy Winehouse's antics, no doubt." "But, Ms Lillian! I'll miss a whole week of school! What about Regan and Miss Cindy? How will I get out of here? Those people outside will want my side of the story! Ms Lillian, I'm scared..." Lillian cooed softly, her voice soothing Sharon's frayed nerves. "Sharon, darling, come now. There's no need to be scared. You are in some of the best hands in the world. Just follow their directions and everything will work out. We'll be together tonight. I promise. Regan and Cindy can have the house for the week. I'll make the arrangements with your school to have the lessons emailed to you. Okay?" Sharon trusted Lillian so much that Lillian could have told her to put on a rabbit suit and run backwards down the street. "And we'll see each other tonight, Ms Lillian?" Sharon practically begged. "Tonight, my love. I guarantee it. Just follow the directions of the bodyguards and you'll be fine," soothed Lillian. "I would never let anything happen to you. Now, let me speak with Cindy again, please. I love you." "I love you so much, Ms Lillian! See you tonight!" she practically skipped over to Cindy to hand her the phone, then turned to Alyssa and Caylie. "What do I need to do? Ms Lillian told me to follow your instructions and you'll get me out of here to go see her." She sipped her coffee. Caylie spoke first, "It'll be a couple of hours before we get everything in place. Until then, just stay in the house and relax." As the next few hours passed, Cindy served breakfast then went to pack Sharon's clothes. The TV was tuned to CNN, that having the best (and funniest) coverage of the situation. More and more people were being interviewed as the newshounds sought Sharon's friends, acquaintances and teachers. When Megan's face came on, Regan narrowed her eyes and turned up the sound. Megan's hair and makeup were impeccable, as always, her normal haughty air evident, even over the airwaves. "Oh!" she enthused to the reporter, "Sharon is my best friend in the whole world! I'd do ANYTHING for her and she'd do the same for me. I'm saddened that such a wonderful person as she is would have to go through that. If she has that guy thrown in jail, I wouldn't blame her in the slightest." Regan pointed at the screen with her middle finger, muttering, "Two-faced lying fuckheaded bitch." Alyssa and Caylie looked at her, so she explained what had happened at lunch the day of the dance. They exchanged bemused looks and continued taking turns looking at the circus outside the house. Alyssa's cell phone rang. She answered it, waited a few seconds, then spoke. "Right. Start the show in ten minutes." She turned toward Sharon and explained what was going to happen, ensuring that Sharon knew her role and how to play it. Sharon shivered as she listened intently. This was just like a spy movie! Cindy brought her gym bag and carefully set it by the door in preparation of the upcoming events. Sharon hugged Regan, kissing her on the cheek as Regan hugged her back, saying, "See you in a few days, Shar. I'll take gooooood care of Cindy." She snickered, whapping the maid's bare butt, Cindy blushing furiously. In the distance, a siren wailed, slowly growing closer, Sharon becoming more and more agitated by the sound. Caylie went to peek out the hole in the door, watching with satisfaction as every camera turned to face the sound of the siren as it grew louder and louder. On the TV screen, the view of an ambulance headed their way, news trucks scrambling to make way for it. The ambulance stopped in front of the house, three EMT's climbing out; one hauling out the stretcher from the back, another carrying the orange trauma bag and oxygen tank, the third with a blue crash box. All three wore the same blue uniform, ball caps denoting that they were from the same company as the bodyguards, and sunglasses. Alyssa pulled Sharon around the corner into the living room as Caylie opened the door to admit the trio who rushed in. Caylie closed the door. Alyssa had pulled Sharon out of the way so as not to be seen be any cameras that may be focused on the door. No words were spoken by the EMT's as the one with the crash box opened it to reveal that it was totally empty. He grabbed the gym bag and placed it inside, closing and securing the latches. The female EMT carrying the orange trauma bag opened it to pull out an identical uniform, complete with black tennis shoes, and hand it to Sharon. Sharon wordlessly put it on over her own clothes, Regan helping her. As she tied her shoes, the female EMT took off her cap and sunglasses, laying them on the table. The woman shook out her dark hair. She and Sharon could easily pass for each other, which was the intent, however, crow's feet were starting to creep in around her eyes. Sharon donned the cap and glasses while the woman took off her uniform shirt and shoes, stuffing them in the bag, zipping it up and handing it to Sharon who placed it at the foot of the stretcher. Then she climbed on the stretcher and pulled the sheet over her. An oxygen mask went over her mouth and nose, whereupon she placed her arm, bent at the elbow over her eyes. Sharon looked at the scene and could have sworn that she, herself, was lying on the stretcher. Quick hugs to Regan and Cindy, then she took her place at the front of the stretcher as Caylie again opened the door and led the entourage outside. As expected, there was a flurry of activity as reporters scrambled to get a glimpse of the girl on the stretcher, totally ignoring the EMT's. Caylie and Alyssa ran interference, pushing a few cameramen forcefully out of the way. Alyssa got a little overexhuberant and roughly shouldered a bottom-feeder, his camera flying out of his hands to land with a satisfying crunch on the sidewalk. Sharon backed in to the ambulance, the bodyguards helping lift the stretcher with the fake Sharon into the back. Alyssa climbed in with one EMT while Caylie walked back toward the house, roughly shouldering the same cameraman just as he picked up his smashed camera. He dropped it again and began shouting obscenities at her. Sharon didn't get to see what happened as the doors closed and the ambulance started moving, siren wailing. "That was perfect, ma'am. If you need a job, give us a call. You're good at this." The woman on the stretcher uncovered her eyes, pulled down the mask, and looked at Sharon with a huge grin. "Just a few more minutes and we'll get you to the airport. I'm Noreen. The guy looking out the back, no doubt watching the rabid wolves following us, is Ralph." Ralph, in his mid-forties, stocky of build with salt-and-pepper hair and bushy mustache, turned and smiled with a curt nod. "Up front, driving like a bat out of hell is Turner. We're all licensed Emergency Medical Technicians. Ralph is working on becoming a full-fledged doctor." Noreen propped herself up on an elbow, smiling gently. "Your friend must like you an awful lot. This kind of service, we call it 'Hard-Target Extraction,' is one of the most expensive our company offers. You're very lucky to have someone who cares for you like that." She raised her voice slightly, grinning wickedly, looking toward the driver's seat. "I wish I did!" Right on cue, a middle finger appeared around the corner. It was evident that Turner and Noreen were an item and were being playful in their professionalism. The hospital loomed ahead, Turner noting such. Alyssa winked at Sharon. "This is where we part ways, ma'am. Ralph and Turner will make sure you get to the airport." Alyssa leaned forward to give a hug to Sharon, who returned it fiercely. Noreen put her head back down, replacing the mask as the ambulance stopped before the emergency room. Ralph opened the doors and hopped out, pulling the stretcher out helped by Alyssa. True to form, the cameras and reporters followed the fake Sharon into the hospital. The real Sharon watched the hospital security guards fending off the bloodhounds and turned to make her way up front to sit next to Turner. "Ma'am, all we do is wait for Ralph to get back and we're outta here." Turner reached into a cooler and offered her a soda which she accepted. "Just act bored with everything. If someone approaches...like this idiot..." He gestured toward a man with a notepad approaching them, "Pretend you don't hear him, look at me and don't say a word. I got it." A young man in his early twenties came up on Sharon's side and tapped on the window, smiling. Sharon lazily turned her head away from the man as instructed to glance at Turner. Turner used the electric remote to roll down the window. "Yes, sir? May I help you?" asked Turner smoothly, turning on his professional EMT demeanor. The newsy flipped a hundred dollar bill through the window, "Darrell Monzoni, East Coast Today. Can you tell me happened? Why you brought her here?" Turner picked up the bill, crumpled it into a ball and threw it back into Darrell's face. "Nope," said Turner, as he rolled the window back up. Sharon had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. Ralph returned, closed the doors and they started away. Turner picked up the radio microphone and spoke into it, "2187 to Central. 2187 is clear." The radio crackled, a female voice issuing forth, "Acknowledged, 2187. Proceed to the airport for vital organ pickup at private hanger 4." "2187, acknowledge. Vital organ pickup at hangar 4." He replaced the mike with a grin. He proceeded to explain to Sharon that the media had scanners and could listen to all the transmissions for the juicy stories. A vital organ transfer was low key and shouldn't arouse any suspicions; after all, the REAL news was at the hospital, right? Sharon was in total awe of the whole operation. She'd seen it in the movies and on TV, but not for one minute did she ever think that something like this would ever happen to her. Her heart soared as she again realized that Lillian truly loved her and wanted to protect her. She vowed to herself that she wouldn't do anything to betray her Goddess. They pulled through the security checkpoint, the guard dutifully inspecting and logging the vehicle then waving them through. Ralph professionally helped Sharon take off the uniform, storing it in the blue case from which he pulled her gym bag. The ambulance pulled into the hangar which was guarded by several uniforms from the security company. A small commuter jet sat in the center, connected to a towing tractor, the raven-haired female pilot talking to the tractor driver, standing next to it. "Guys," said Sharon, "thank you SO much! That was fun!" She one-arm-hugged the still-seated Turner, gave Ralph a big squeeze, grabbed her bag, and climbed out. The ambulance pulled away as the pilot approached. The pilot stuck out her hand as the driver climbed on his squat device and prepared to tow the plane out. "Hi, Sharon, I'm Tanya. Lillian is quite anxious to see you. We'll be taking off in about 20 minutes and have you in Virginia in a little more than two hours. This particular plane has been modified to contain a television with a DVD player, lots of different movies; a bed if you need a nap; a small toilet, rather cramped, but adequate for the purpose; and a small refrigerator with sodas and sandwiches. Is there anything you need before we leave?" Sharon took note that she was addressed by name rather than, "Ma'am." "Nice to meet you, Tanya. I just want to get out of here and go see Ms Lillian. Do you work for them?" asked Sharon, gesturing at the guards and departing ambulance. Tanya chuckled. "No, Lillian gives me a call when she needs me. I was way ahead of her on this one, though. I was watching the news this morning, and when I saw her house on a national network, I had the feeling I'd better prep and fuel the plane. She called and told me our destination so I could file a flight plan and I've been waiting ever since. Shall we get on board and get out of here?" Sharon followed her up the stairs as the tractor rumbled to life in preparation for towing them out. Tanya turned left toward the cockpit and seating herself in the left chair. Sharon peeked into the space noting how cramped it seemed. The array of instruments and dials made no sense to her as she gazed around. "Who sits in that other seat?" asked the girl, pointing. "That's for the copilot, the person who helps me fly on long trips," said the pilot, as she settled her headset in place and gave the thumbs-up to the tractor driver. The tractor's engine deepened and the plane began rolling smoothly out of the hangar. "This is only a short ride, though, so I didn't need to call him. Maybe later, after we get in the air, you can sit there and I'll let you try your hand at flying. Go have a seat and put on your seat belt. Then, just sit back and relax." Tanya flashed a grin and winked. "You'll see Lillian a lot sooner if you leave the flying to me. Gotta do my preflight checks, if you'll pardon me." At hearing Lillian's name, a tingle shot through the teen. She watched a few moments longer as Tanya turned back to her instruments and pulled out a clipboard with a long list of things on it. "By the way," Tanya called over her shoulder, "Please, put your bag either under a seat or in the small closet right behind me." Sharon opened the door of the closet, dropped her bag on the floor with a thump, and closed the door again, making sure it was firmly secure. She turned to make her way toward the back of the plane and noticed that one of the eight seats was occupied by... "MS LILLIAN!" Sharon shrieked and bolted toward her lover's waiting arms, crushing her against the seat, slamming her head against Lillian's chest, and clinging to the older woman for dear life. "Hello, Beloved," purred Lillian as she wrapped her arms around the girl with a huge grin. She stroked the girl's hair tenderly, kissing the top of her head. Sharon raised her head, kissing Lillian fiercely, her tongue wrestling with her lover's as she savored the feel of the other woman; pressing herself as close as she possibly could to make as much contact as possible. The whine of the engines starting up, caused Lillian to gently push Sharon into the seat across the aisle from her and tell her to fasten her seat belt as she settled back into her own seat. As the plane started taxiing into position, Sharon lovingly stared at Lillian and inundated her with questions about the past week. Lillian calmly replied to them all and asked a few of her own. The overhead speakers clicked on. "Ladies, we're now number two for takeoff. We'll be in the air shortly. Our flight time will be two hours, twelve minutes. We have a tail wind for the first little bit, so we'll make decent time. Our flight level will be twelve thousand feet and we have clear skies all the way. Please remain seated with your seat belts fastened until I say it's okay. I've taken the liberty of closing the door to the flight deck and won't disturb you. Sit back and enjoy the flight. If you have any questions, just let me know." Lillian and Sharon Ch. 06 About ten minutes later, the plane had taken off and Tanya's professional voice came on again, "Okay, ladies. Feel free to get up and help yourselves to the fridge, if you want." As soon as Tanya said, "Okay," Sharon released her seat belt and sprang across the aisle into Lillian's lap, the older woman cradling her and running her hands over the young body. She suddenly stopped, frowning. "What's wrong, Ms Lillian?" asked Sharon, with concern. "It seems that you've forgotten something," said Lillian, seriously. Sharon's brain whirled as she tried to think of what it could be. "Um....Cindy packed my bags and they're up there with Tanya." Sharon was truly perplexed. Lillian fingered Sharon's shirt pointedly and grinned. Sharon leapt up, kicked her shoes off and stripped in record time, pert breasts pointing out, then snuggled back into Lillian's lap and began unbuttoning Lillian's shirt. Lillian let the girl play with her buttons, leaning forward to let Sharon pull her shirt off and reach behind to unfasten her bra. As Lillian's large, round tits sprang free of their enclosures, Sharon began caressing them. She lowered her head to suck on a nipple while Lillian's hands roamed freely over the teen's nubile body, lightly brushing her pussy. Sharon spread her legs, reaching a hand to pinch and roll Lillian's other nipple, moaning into the soft flesh in her mouth. Lillian gave a sharp intake of breath and hugged Sharon's head to her as she played with her young lover's muff, lightly running her fingers over the soft lips, gently delving a finger into Sharon's sex. Sharon whimpered and cupped Lillian's breast, squirming to get those marvelous fingers inside her. She reached between them to feel around for the fastening on Lillian's skirt, finally locating the zipper on the back, and sliding it down as much as possible. A bit of fumbling ensued as Lillian raised her hips, sliding her skirt and thong down with Sharon still in her lap, the girl's mouth still firmly fastened to a breast. For her part, Sharon wasn't a lump. She placed her arms around Lillian's neck, her feet on the arm of the seat and arched her back to let the woman half-stand to remove her things. Lillian kicked the clothing free and went back to fondling and groping Sharon. Sharon again slid a hand between them and began caressing Lillian's nude mound, lightly teasing it before crooking her middle finger inside Lillian, sliding her palm over her lover's clit. Sighs and gasps filled the small cabin as the pair went at each other like rabid vixen. Lillian leaned her head forward, shifting Sharon in her lap, to place her mouth over the supple young breasts one after the other. She kissed and licked the girl's chest, flicking the stiff nipples with her tongue, while her fingers wriggled inside to send electrical charges through Sharon. She inserted her ring and little fingers into Sharon's rear entrance while using her thumb to stimulate Sharon's clit, sending the girl into a frenzy. Sharon spread her legs as wide as they would go, thought better of it, and hitched her knees up to her chin to give her lover access to her entire being. Lillian lightly teethed the nipples over and over, while speeding up her fingerfucking. Sharon could do nothing but writhe in ecstasy, moaning and thrashing her head from side to side, her hips moving of their own will as her orgasm built. Suddenly, she shrieked as if the Hounds of Hell were after her, hugging Lillian tightly as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. Lillian's frantic fingering gradually slowed as she continued stimulating Sharon, easing the girl down from her climax. At her scream, the jet gave a little judder, Tanya being startled momentarily, then resumed its level flight. Sharon turned her head toward Lillian's neck, burying her face in the crook, breathing heavily. She put her lips to Lillian's neck and began kissing the side tenderly, pausing to nibble occasionally, as she panted. The speakers crackled again. "Everything all right back there?" Tanya asked rhetorically, chuckling lightly. Sharon's entire body blushed a bright pink as she giggled, softly biting Lillian's neck. "Welcome to the Mile High Club, Beloved," grinned Lillian. Sharon shifted to look at Lillian's loveliness. "Mile High Club? What's that?" asked the panting, blushing teen. "It's a very exclusive club," laughed Lillian. "The only people admitted are those who have sex and orgasm over 5,280 feet in the air. It's members include Kings, Queens, Millionaires, Presidents, and many others. Quite prestigious." Both of them giggled at the thought of the current President getting his freak on at thirty-thousand feet. A thought occurred to Sharon. "Ms Lillian, you've seen me play with myself, now I want to see you." "But, what would I use for visual stimulation?" Lillian asked with mock innocence, a sly grin forming. Sharon lightly kissed Lillian, slid from her lap and made her way to the CD player at the front of the cabin. She perused the selection for a moment, inserted a CD and pressed a couple of buttons. The strains of "Kiss" by Prince began flowing through the cabin, the agile youth undulating and acting out the song. As she watched, Lillian's hand slid into her lap, slowly fingering herself. She dipped a finger into her pussy, trailing it up her stomach to her mouth, sucking her own juices from it. Sharon turned away from Lillian, looking saucily over her shoulder, forming her lips into a kiss in time with the chorus of the song, then bent forward to look at Lillian between her legs, reaching a finger to lightly stroke herself from the base of her spine to the top of her pussy. Lillian began tweaking and pinching her own nipples, licking her fingers and placing them over her mound to rub vigorously. Spreading her legs, she inserted a finger into her ass, pumping it in and out as her ass moved in time to her finger thrusts. She moaned loudly at the teen. The song changed to the more strident, "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Led Zepplin, Sharon increasing her own tempo to keep pace; her eyes, with an enigmatically seductive stare, fixed on the beautiful Goddess before her. She licked her lips slowly, then kicked high into the air and pivoted away from Lillian to rest her leg on a seat back and again lean forward to eye her lover between her legs; hips and body undulating serpent-like. She jammed a finger into herself, withdrew it and sucked it. Lillian's hips were jumping off the seat, her fingering creating a rising wave; she closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations. Sharon seized the opportunity to run to her lover and firmly kiss her, her tongue insinuating itself between those luscious lips and tangle with Lillian's. Lillian froze as the orgasm took her, the only thing moving was her tongue. Then, she pulled Sharon into her lap, wrapping her arms around the girl, lost in the kiss. Sharon lightly wriggled her hip over Lillian's mound, giving that little bit of extra stimulation as the kiss continued. Lillian gently moved her hips, arching her back slightly as she came down from her high. Lillian flipped open a cover in the arm of the seat and turned off the stereo, which by this time was playing, "Corrupt," by Depeche Mode. The pair snuggled, occasionally exchanging light kisses and soft murmurs, enjoying each others' company, until Tanya's voice announced that they would be landing in twenty minutes. Sharon sighed dramatically, making Lillian chuckle, and reluctantly got up to get dressed and sit by herself, theatrically sulking; complete with a loud huff, her arms and legs crossed. Lillian giggled again, whereupon Sharon glanced sideways and grinned widely, then burst out laughing. Sharon looked out the window to see that they surrounded by rolling hills and valleys, patches of farmland dotting the landscape below. "We'll be landing in Martinsville," Lillian said, sensing the impending question. "And, if you would like to go, there's a NASCAR race in a few days at the speedway." "NASCAR?" Sharon immediately thought of her sessions at the security company, wishing she'd get the chance to show Lillian what she had learned. She also wanted to meet that new girl on the NASCAR circuit. "Sure! Think we can meet Daria Summers?" "Some of the drivers do a Meet-and-Greet after the race. I'm sure we can rub elbows with some of them." Lillian grinned. Ten minutes later, the plane taxied to the parking apron and eased to a stop, the constant whine of the engines winding down. Tanya unlocked the door, hugged them both and went back into the cockpit to complete her shutdown procedures. The air was crisp, a hint of fall, as they descended the steps and were met by a man who escorted them across the tarmac, through an empty hangar, to the parking lot. There, he handed Lillian a set of keys and bid them both have a nice day. Lillian thanked him and led the way toward a silver Mercedes SLR McLaren Roadster. Using the remote on her key chain, Lillian unlocked the luxurious vehicle and climbed in, Sharon getting in the passenger seat. The engine purred to life and Lillian headed for the cottage. As they drove along, Sharon stared out the window, casually reaching a hand to place it gently on Lillian's thigh; she craved contact with her lover. Lillian dropped her own hand to Sharon's, gave it a squeeze and placed it back on the steering wheel. "I certainly hope you like the peace and quiet up here. I come up here to be alone when I write. The nearest neighbor is about three-quarters of a mile away," said Lillian. Sharon leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes and sighing with contentment. "Ms Lillian, peace and quiet are the best things in the world, right now. And, if I'm with you, I don't care if we go to the Antarctic. I can't even BEGIN to thank you for loving me and taking care of me like you do." Sharon rolled her head to look at Lillian's profile for the thousandth time; never getting enough of the sheer elegant beauty who was her lover. A half hour's drive later, they turned onto a wooded lane, drove another five minutes and pulled up before a simple one-story log cabin. A curl of smoke trickled from the chimney, Sharon remarking that it did indeed look quiet. Lillian pulled into the garage and hit the button, the door closing smoothly behind them as she shut off the engine and climbed out. As they entered through the garage entrance, Lillian called out in flawless Japanese, "Kumiko! Dinner, please. We're famished!" Kumiko, dressed exactly as Cindy had been, scurried around the corner and bowed deeply to her Mistress. Lillian returned the bow. "I trust the bedroom is in order?" Lillian asked, in English, as she handed her jacket to the maid. Kumiko dutifully took it, then turned to bow to Sharon, hand outstretched for her bag. "It is as Mistress desires," spoke the maid quietly, barely a hint of accent in her voice. "Dinner will be served shortly. Would either of my Mistresses care for drinks, before dinner?" "I'd love a cup of hot chocolate, please," said Sharon as she looked around. "Sake', if you please, Kumiko," said Lillian, standing behind Sharon, placing her arms around her young lover's waist. Kumiko bowed her head and disappeared with the jacket and bag. Lillian bent her head to kiss Sharon's neck, patted her on the butt and began giving a tour of the house which ended in the kitchen. Over dinner, Sharon and Lillian talked about what had transpired in the past week. Sharon animatedly, complete with hand gestures, related the details of her driving classes and the weapons training. She went on to talk about how Jasper and Ramona had treated her like a queen. She grew agitated when she described what happened at the dance and how Ouranos' TRUE nature came out when they were alone. "Beloved, it's my fault. I thought that all that hype around him and the way you virtually worshiped him...." Lillian sighed, sipping her sake' and daintily wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Ms Lillian," replied Sharon, "it's not your fault. Not your agent's fault. Not his friend's fault. It's 'Jose Montego's' fault. You have to give a him little credit, though, for fooling the public for so long." "I suppose so," mused Lillian. "I would have thought that for as many years as that show's been on, the truth would have surfaced before now." She drew a breath and straightened up, a signal that that part of the conversation was over. A vehicle was heard pulling up out front, Kumiko going to see who it was. She opened the door before the bell could be rung. As Sharon and Lillian were in the kitchen, they couldn't see who it was, but could hear Kumiko quietly speaking to another woman. Lillian forked a bite of her meatloaf into her mouth and winked at Sharon. Sharon cocked her head and took a drink of soda. Kumiko clicked into the room on her stiletto-heeled shoes and announced, "Miss Summers is here to see you, Mistress." For the second time in as many days, Sharon was speechless, as she dropped her fork with a clank and turned toward the door. Kumiko stood aside and Daria Summers walked in. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 07 Dubbed, "Shirley Muldowney, Jr" by her racing peers, Daria was making quite a name for herself as the only woman on the male-dominated NASCAR circuit. When a race started, rather than dropping to the inside of the track on a corner, like other drivers, Daria chose the center line and dropped the pedal to the floor. While exceedingly unorthodox, it usually bought her a precious few seconds as well as excellent traction, as the curves were always very slick from the thousands of tires which had previously gone around them. That move alone had the dubious name, coined by a sportscaster, of the, "Summer's Suicide Slot." The few men who had tried it only wound up as so much twisted fiberglass and metal against the wall. Daria was known to be a gracious winner as well loser. Her last loss was at the Charlotte Motor Speedway in North Carolina when her right rear tire blew out as she exited the last turn. Incredibly, she hadn't spun out, nor had she hit the wall or any other car; she did, however, drop from a solid fifth place into dead last. She shrugged it off and told the cameras, "Shit happens." Neither knock-dead gorgeous nor hideously gruesome, Daria was the type of person one would pass on the street and not look twice at. Standing five feet, ten inches tall, with light brown hair done up in a bun, she was slender but her short-sleeved shirt showed that her muscles were well-toned. "Hey, Lillian," she smiled cheerfully. She walked over and gave the older woman a peck on the cheek, then turned to Sharon with an uneven-toothed grin. "You really did a number on that guy. Good for you!" She stuck out her hand. "I'm Daria," she said simply. Sharon wiped her mouth and grabbed Daria's hand, grinning like an idiot. "Hi, Daria. I'm Sharon. It's nice to meet you," Sharon said, blushing. ANOTHER celebrity knew who she was! Wow! Lillian motioned to Kumiko who clicked over to the cabinets, returning with the necessary items for an extra place setting. She proceeded to fork meatloaf and side dishes onto the plate, taking care not to let the food touch. Lillian cast her eyes on Sharon. "I've known Daria since she was four years old. Her family lives next door." "Yeah," chuckled Daria. "If you call, 'next door,' a ten minute drive around the woods. Or a ten minute walk if you go directly through." Kumiko placed a frost-covered mug in front of Daria and poured a beer for her, setting the nearly empty bottle beside it. Daria thanked Kumiko and took a long drink of beer, then started forking the food into her mouth. "Lillian, I just came by to let you know that Dad bought a log splitter and I'll be by tomorrow to split that wood out back for you." "So, you're father decided to enter the modern age, huh?" Lillian grinned into her sake' cup. Sharon's head swiveled back and forth as she ate in silence, watching the pair converse. "You know Dad," replied Daria around a mouthful of food, "He's had the same truck for thirty seven years. First vehicle he ever had. He finally decided that he was getting a bit old to split wood by hand, and that his little girl had bigger fish to fry. He refuses to hire farmhands." Daria furrowed her brow and hunched her shoulders, clearly imitating her father. "'A man should do his own work! Not hire some college-boy to tell him what he ain't doing right!'" All three laughed at the imitation. Somehow, Daria had managed to clean her plate and drain her beer in the few minutes she had been here; Lillian and Sharon still only halfway finished. "Anytime after eight in the morning, love," smiled Lillian, "I came here for peace and quiet. I'd hate to be woken up by that racket." Daria wiped her mouth with the provided linen napkin, threw it in the middle of the plate and stood to kiss Lillian's cheek. She turned to Kumiko, grabbed her, kissed her passionately and then headed for the door. She stopped as if remembering something. Turning to Sharon, she reached into her back pocket and pulled a folded envelope from it. "Here ya are, Captain Krav Maga," she handed the envelope to Sharon, and winked at Lillian. "For you. See y'all later." She strode out followed closely by the maid. Sharon looked in the envelope and pulled out a plastic covered badge complete with a lapel clip. She gasped and squealed as she showed it to Lillian. The badge identified her as a bonafide member of the "Moonwheel Racing Team." It displayed Daria's car number superimposed over the NASCAR logo, surrounded by various sponsors. Sharon had been given the title of, "Aide To The Team Owner." The badge was endorsed on the back by the president of the NASCAR commission, himself. "Ms Lillian, do you know what this is?!?!?" Sharon was aghast, and continued excitedly without waiting for a response, "It gets me into ANY race that Daria's in!" Her food was forgotten. Lillian just smiled and took another bite of food. Sharon stared at the badge, turning it this way and that. Her cute little brow furrowed as she put it all together. "Waitaminnit..." Sharon said, "The owner of Moonwheel is...an...auth..." Her jaw dropped as she looked between the badge and Lillian who was calmly eating, taking a sip of Japanese wine occasionally; a Mona Lisa smile on her face. "You?" Sharon smiled from ear to ear. She jumped out of her chair and practically bowled Lillian over when she jumped on her, hugging tightly and kissing her cheek. "Ms Lillian! I...! YOU!?!?!?! HOLY SHIT!" Lillian's fork was knocked from her hand to clatter on the floor when the teen attacked her. She laughed merrily as she hugged Sharon back, her laughter filling the kitchen with its melodic sound. "I told you, Beloved, I demand only the finest and I intend to spoil you." The pair locked lips in what Sharon termed, "a happy kiss." A happy kiss was simply a regular kiss mixed with a little exuberance. "Ms Lillian," Sharon said, "you're full of surprises. I love you so much." She continued hugging Lillian, burying her face in her lover's shoulder. She began crying softly. "Beloved, what's wrong?" Lillian asked seriously, as she scooted back from the table and gently pulled the sobbing teen into her lap. Sharon clung to her Goddess, grasping Lillian's shirt with both hands and clenching the fabric tightly. Her voice was a mere mumble of words, impossible to understand, muted by the shirt and Lillian's soft flesh beneath. Lillian read the meaning of the tone, coupled with the actions. "Sharon," she said softly, as she rocked the girl and stroked her hair, "I love you, too. Nothing will ever happen to you. You and I will be together for as long as you'll have me. I love you, dearest, and nothing will ever change that." Sharon increased her hold on Lillian, crying softly. Her heart burned, ached, tightened in her chest in a way it never had before. The clicking of Kumiko's heels approached, stopped, then seemed to become almost silent as she moved to clean up the dinner dishes and prepare to serve dessert. The pair held each other for a long while, Lillian cooing and whispering platitudes into Sharon's ear. The girl sniffed, grabbed a napkin and wiped her nose with it, then looked up at Lillian through glistening eyes. "Always?" Lillian smiled gently and moved nose to nose with the youth, each staring into the other's eyes. "Always," she said with finality. It seemed to Sharon that her love for Lillian grew continually; like a snowball turning into an avalanche, it would grow and grow, obliterating everything in its single-minded path of destruction; the destruction of anything or anyone standing between the Beloved and her Goddess. Sharon kissed Lillian with an intensity to rival the sun in its warmth and fire. Kumiko sensed that the crisis was over and set down plates of precisely-cut apple pie topped with a perfect scoop of vanilla ice cream, returning with a steaming pot of coffee to pour. Sharon wriggled out of Lillian's lap, kissing her quickly, and stood up with a mock frown on her countenance, arms crossed. "Uh-oh," said Lillian. "What did I do now?" "Ms Lillian," Sharon said, her expression firm. "It seems you've forgotten something." Lillian looked to Kumiko for guidance. The maid wracked her brain and shook her head slightly, unable to think of anything. Lillian looked about curiously, searching the kitchen for clues. Sharon extended a hand to finger Lillian's shirt meaningfully. Both Lillian and Sharon broke into laughter at the remembrance of the plane trip, leaving a perplexed Kumiko to stare between the pair. "Ah, yes. Tit for tat, I suppose," mused Lillian. She stood and began unbuttoning her shirt, removing it to expose her full, rounded breasts. Sharon began undressing rapidly, clothes being thrown willy-nilly about the room. Kumiko lowered her eyes and bowed her head, stealing glances at the nude girl who was the talk of the country. Sharon's pert nipples stiffened in the air now that they were free of the warmth of her clothing. Her lithe body moved gracefully as she bent to lick Lillian from her belly up to her throat, Kumiko staring wide-eyed at Sharon's ass and peeking slit. Sharon turned and went back to sit in her chair, her perfect butt squeaking as she slid contentedly across the hand-rubbed wooden chair. "Kumiko," snapped Lillian, then she unleashed a stream of Japanese which was too fast for Sharon to even TRY to follow. Kumiko bowed so swiftly that her shiny, black hair waved in the breeze, a look of terror mixed with obedience on her face, and ran from the room as fast as her high heels would allow. Sharon watched the maid bolt away and disappear around the corner, heels clicking like castanets. "Ms Lillian! What did you say to her? She looked scared out of her mind!" gasped Sharon, as she took a slow bite of dessert. "Just like I know how to push Cindy's buttons, I know how to push Kumiko's buttons. THEY know I don't mean it, but they play the game. I merely told Kumiko that I would send her back to Japan if she didn't quit staring at you." As she spoke, Lillian waved her hand dismissively as Sharon blanched at the thought of keeping someone against their will. "Don't worry about it, Dearest. Kumiko's father is one of the wealthiest men in Tokyo. He and I have an understanding, and Kumiko is fully aware of our agreement." Sharon forked a bite of pie into her mouth, chewing, then taking a sip of coffee as Lillian continued. "I was in Japan, with my former aide, doing research for one of my books and we met Akihiko, her father, at a restaurant one night. His wife had died recently, and we just struck up a conversation." She paused to take a bite and sip of coffee, then went on, "My aide took a liking to his daughter, Kumiko, and they went out for a night on the town. Akihiko's a pretty stodgy, old-school type and when Kumiko didn't come home until the next day, he blew a fuse. Similar to what your father did to you, he kicked her out. "She came to our hotel in a massive breach of protocol and told what had happened. I called her father, we chatted, worked out our plan, and he came over, too. Since he wouldn't enter a room with no other males in it, we had to meet him in the lobby." Lillian chuckled at the remembrance of the events, bare breasts jiggling as she giggled. "While his majordomo carried a few of her bags up to our room, he informed her that since she had disgraced him, a wealthy man of incredible means who was revered in the public eye, he was sending her to America for an education under my guidance. She was not to return for at least two years. "So, here she is!" Lillian concluded cheerfully. "If she returns before her two years are up, he'll send her to a convent." Sharon, finished with her dessert, sipped her coffee and asked, "A convent? Harsh. But, where's your former aide? The one that she stayed out all night with?" Lillian laughed heartily. "She's a race car driver on your new employer's racing team. They're in love and the mere thought of leaving her love is enough to keep her in line." "She stayed out with Daria? Bet THEY had fun. Almost as much fun as you and..." Sharon blinked. "New employer? You mean I work for you? But, I thought I was your girlfriend." Sharon was truly confused...again. "You are the most treasured thing in my life; nothing will change that, Love. And, while you're in school, I'll spoil you rotten, like I said. But, you also need to learn a skill. You're in your senior year and then you'll need a job." Lillian grinned her beautiful grin. "You need a job. I need an assistant. And think of the benefits..." She licked her lips invitingly. Sharon's entire body blushed. "You'll be put on the payroll, given a substantial salary, go to conferences and meetings, learn new things, meet a LOT of people, see the world and have fun in the process. What do you think?" Lillian sipped her coffee as she pushed her empty dessert plate away. "You could, of course, go to work at a fast food restaurant." Sharon rolled her eyes. Regan worked part time at a fast food joint and hated every second of it. "Your personal assistant? And I'll get to go wherever you go?" asked Sharon. Lillian just nodded, smiling pleasantly into her cup. Sharon's exuberance took over once again, as she leapt from her chair, knocking the table in the process and rushing to hug Lillian's neck. "Ms Lillian, that's all I want! Is to be wherever YOU are!" She buried her face in Lillian's delicious neck, smiling happily. Lillian raised her cup to steady it, wrapping her free arm around the girl and fondling that smooth, tender butt which was still cool from the chair. Her fingers slipped in to lightly stroke Sharon's rear entrance, Sharon shivering and hissing slightly at the touch. "Now, for your sign-on bonus..." Lillian purred, setting down her cup, then sweeping the table clear with her arm. The dishes clattered and shattered as they hit the floor, sending ceramic pieces everywhere. Lillian hoisted Sharon onto the edge of the heavy oaken table with the youth's feet positioned to rest on either side of her on the chair. Sharon giggled and leaned back to lie on the table and raised her legs to place them on Lillian's shoulders, affording Lillian an excellent view of her instantly moist treasure. Lillian cleared her throat and spoke in Japanese, the only word Sharon understanding being, "Kumiko." The maid clicked into the kitchen, Sharon turning her head to see Kumiko move over to the refrigerator, remove something to hand to Lillian, and then head off to get the dustpan and broom. Lillian's expert tongue gave a long, slow lick across Sharon's holes and then a loud shlorping sound filled the room. Sharon's crotch and butthole were instantly cold, the girl shivering and attempting to raise up to see what it could be. Lillian made long, lazy trails up Sharon's body with the spray-on whipped cream, building little mounds around her nipples. The cold made them even harder than they already were. The whipped cream trail continued up her chest to end just below her chin. Lillian grinned evilly, saying, "Now, for my REAL dessert!" Without any other words, she dived into her lover with a purpose, licking the whipped cream from those creamy thighs and then flicking her tongue rapidly across Sharon's asshole. The warm feel of Lillian's tongue, contrasted by the cold whipped cream, coupled with the swish and tinkle of Kumiko's sweeping performed wonders on Sharon's libido. She came almost instantly, her juices mingling with the whipped cream, providing Lillian with a tasty treat. Lillian wasn't about to stop after just one orgasm. For Lillian, making her youthful lover come was like eating potato chips; she hated to stop at just one. Lillian reached her hands up the sleek form lying on the table and began massaging the whipped cream all over the youth's delectable, slender body. She pursed her lips and began, "vacuuming," the whipped cream with a slurping sound, homing in on Sharon's clit. Sharon writhed in ecstasy, whipping her head side to side, constantly moaning and hitching her breath as Lillian's lips worked their magic. Kumiko kept her eyes fastened on the floor, her desire to watch the scene almost too much for her to bear. Her own bare pussy, devoid of underclothes, was wet beyond words, juices running freely down her legs and the sides of her shoes. She whimpered and directed a question in Japanese to Lillian. Lillian made an, "uh-huh," sound, patting her own bare bottom, at the same time engulfing Sharon's clit with her mouth, tongue flying over the tender nub. Sharon was goo. The whole world was centered on her, "happy spot." Hands slid up her body through the whipped cream mess, now liquified by her body heat, to grasp at her breasts and squeeze them gently, a finger from each flicking her nipples. Kumiko dropped to her knees behind Lillian and kissed and licked the soft, smooth flesh of her ass, laying her cheek on a rounded globe, savoring the coolness. One hand traveled to her own nude pussy and began to massage it, while the other inserted three fingers into Lillian gently, her little finger sliding back and forth over Lillian's clit as she she pumped her tiny hand. She knew her mistress's desires very well and inserted her thin, but fairly long tongue in Lillian's ass, driving it in and out. Sharon reached around for something to grab onto, but her hands found only more table. She finally just grabbed two handfuls of her own hair and screamed as she came almost continuously, locking her legs around Lillian's head, her clit fully at Lillian's mercy. Lillian moaned as she was penetrated by the maid's fingers and tongue, spurred on to please her young lover more and more. She inserted a finger into the perfect little ass, corkscrewing and pumping in and out, licking and applying suction to the succulent clit with abandon. Sharon's pussy erupted; her juices squirting Lillian, running down the older woman's face and chest. Kumiko's hand pistoned rapidly into Lillian as she drove her tongue harder and harder into her mistress, her other hand becoming a blur as she frantically rubbed herself, getting closer and closer to her orgasm. Lillian, still totally in control, hummed into Sharon's pussy, her licks and sucks becoming less and less forceful as she eased the girl back to reality. Lillian moaned long and loud as she came, she arched her back, breaking contact with Sharon for a moment as her orgasm took her away. Kumiko, fueled by the moans from her mistress came shortly afterward, the twitching and spasming of her miniscule body the only signs of her pleasure. Lillian eased herself off the maid's hand and stood to lean over Sharon, pressing her warm body against the cool of the sticky, messy whipped cream covering her young lover's body. Sharon was almost hyperventilating. She cracked her eyes, saw Lillian and grabbed the beauty, pulling her in for the most passionate kiss she had ever bestowed. Lillian's tongue sought Sharon's as heat-seeking missile; she climbed on top of the girl, juices, mingled with whipped cream mess covering her front, the sturdy table not even creaking at the added weight. Kumiko recovered, stood and licked and kissed Lillian's smooth legs, then went to clean herself and dress. Lillian and Sharon kissed for a long time. Sharon, breathing heavily, eventually was able to focus her eyes and gazed with a soul-love at her Goddess, eyes shining with a love known only to a very few. Lillian slid off of Sharon and helped her to stand, the girl's knees threatening to give out. They made their way into the shower where Lillian tenderly washed her young lover clean, pausing now and again to lightly suck a nipple or lick the sensitive clit which made Sharon gasp every time. Sharon took her time washing the taller woman in return, further exploring her lover's delicious body. Just as they were finishing, a surge of cool water indicated that the hot water had run out, so they got out and dried off. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 07 As they entered the living room, both totally nude with hair still wet, Kumiko silently handed a folded note and a pair of glasses to Lillian. Sharon giggled as Lillian put on the stylish Versace-framed glasses and read the note. She folded it again, took off her glasses, handed them both back to Kumiko with a nod, then whirled on Sharon to grab her sides and tickle her mercilessly. Sharon squealed with laughter, attempting to push Lillian's hands from her, and yelped, "I've just never seen you with glasses....ya old bat..." She grinned and ran toward the bedroom with Lillian in hot pursuit, pinching Sharon's bottom when the girl came into range. Sharon sped into the bedroom and leapt over the bed. She turned just in time to see Lillian, a huge grin on her face, come charging across it with outstretched hands. "I'll show you just how fast an 'old bat' can move, you young whippersnapper!" laughed Lillian as she made a grab for Sharon who twisted away and ran to the other side of the bed. Lillian spun, the grab being a feint, and caught Sharon neatly in a bear hug. She grinned evilly at the girl, smacking Sharon's bare butt, eliciting a squeal of pleasure/pain with each blow. Sharon squirmed and writhed in a vain attempt to get away, giggling all the while. A few more smacks and Sharon's bottom was rosy red. Lillian kissed her lightly and released her, both women giggling. "What was in the note, Ms Lillian?" Sharon asked, her resting lightly on Lillian's smooth hips. "While we were in the shower, Kumiko took a phone call. She was just passing me the information." Lillian smiled her Mona Lisa smile again. "I had a hunch that you would accept my offer of employment, so took the liberty of ordering certain things necessary for your job. They'll be delivered Monday. You'll receive them AFTER you finish your schoolwork." She headed for the door again, delicious bare bottom wriggling. "The school is emailing your work, per my request." Sharon followed her into the living room, casting a wistful glance into the kitchen. Kumiko was very good at her job, already having mopped the floor and just finishing scrubbing the table. No signs remained of what had transpired an hour before, save the faint scents of them all. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 08 NOTES: Special thanks to all of you who emailed to inform me of a HUGE mistake on the airplane. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is by Def Leppard, not Led Zepplin. I hope it won't be another 6 months before the next chapter. Thank you ALL for being patient. If you want to be apprised of future chapters, send me some feedback and make that notation. You can also find me on Facebook. ------------------------------------------------ Soft lips on the cheek. A nuzzling of the ear. Another kiss on the cheek, tender as a butterfly. A light kiss on the lips. Warm body spooning behind her. Sharon's muddled brain took a moment to register the data. If there was a warm body behind her, who was kissing her? She slid a hand backward underneath the sheet to find a familiar smooth thigh. She knew that thigh well; she had touched it, caressed it, kissed it, spooned with it almost every night for the past few weeks. A small, unfamiliar tongue skittered across her lips. She cracked an eyelid ever so slightly, trying to see who was doing this without letting them know. The Oriental features of Kumiko looked at her, smiling, and drew closer to kiss her a little harder on the lips. The only muscles that Sharon moved were those controlling her index finger as she tapped urgently on Lillian's bare thigh, trying to wake the woman. A long, slow inhalation of breath behind her indicated that Lillian was waking up. Sharon kept up the insistent tapping as Kumiko leaned down to gently kiss a closed eyelid. Surely, Lillian would see this and come unglued. "Beloved," Lillian said sleepily, "please stop that. Time for you to get up." At her Mistress's voice, Kumiko straightened, folded her hands and smiled at Sharon as the girl opened both eyes and sat up. Sharon looked from the maid to her Goddess and back again. Kumiko stepped back, retrieved a spanking white terrycloth robe from a chair and held it out, eyes lowered, for Sharon to slip into. Sharon, perpetually confused by Lillian's actions, leaned over to kiss her lover and climbed out of bed, fully nude, to slip into the robe and fasten the belt. Lillian, eyes closed, kissed her back, rolled over, snugged up the blanket and promptly fell asleep again. "Mistress Sharon," Kumiko said softly, barely above above a whisper. "If you would do me the honor of eating the breakfast I have prepared for you, I will explain what just happened." She assumed her usual submissive posture as she waited patiently for Sharon's answer. "Okay, I'll be there in a minute," she said, heading for the bathroom, Kumiko stepping aside to let her pass. A couple minutes later, Sharon wandered into the kitchen to find a place set for her. "Er....where's Ms Lillian's place?" "With apologies, Mistress Sharon," the maid said in a low voice, "Mistress Lillian's setting will be placed for her shortly after she rises later this morning." Sharon slid into the proffered seat, squirming to get her butt settled as Kumiko began serving while speaking. "Mistress Lillian dislikes the raucousness of alarm clocks, preferring instead to be awakened gently and with affection. I am truly surprised she has not told you this. I understand that you have been with her for several weeks now. Do you wish for anything else at this time, Ma'am?" Kumiko gestured to the meal and coffee. "No, Kumiko, this is fine, thanks." Sharon turned her head and smiled at the maid, marveling at the compact body. With Kumiko standing directly next to her, Sharon could see that Kumiko was well-toned, the barest hint of muscle definition showing. Probably martial arts katas and a bit of sparring, she decided. Kumiko turned and clicked away into the living room. Presently, there was the whisper of cloth on wood as she began dusting. Sharon ate in silence, her mind quietly mulling over the events of the past weeks; meeting her Goddess in the back yard, getting kicked out of her parent's house (and later disowning them) and having nowhere else to turn, Lillian welcoming her with open arms and legs. She thought about their first dinner and the delicious, sexy ride. She was happy that Regan and Cindy seemed to hit it off so well, she thought that they were perfect for each other. Her thoughts turned to her protection detail and all the fun she'd had in their classes. Curious that Ms Lillian didn't seem the least bit concerned at the cost of her homecoming dress. She'd worn it once and didn't even a good time...unless you counted kicking, "Jose Montego's," ass. That was kinda cool. She sighed, drained her glass of orange juice and scooted back from the table. She stood, poured another cup of coffee and wandered in to the living room where Kumiko was busily wiping down the computer monitor and keyboard, both of which were already turned on. "Mistress," said Kumiko in acknowledgment, as she held the chair, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Mistress Lillian desires for you to be nude as much as possible, even while doing schoolwork. I am forbidden to look at your nude body until Mistress Lillian is satisfied." "Satisfied? Satisfied with what?" Sharon undid the belt of her robe, slipped out of it and handed the fluffy cloth to the maid, then sat to begin the process of logging in to her email account. "She wishes to be totally satisfied that I am committed to Daria and will not try to seduce you. That is part of my father's punishment. I must commit to one person while I am in the United States. Sharon almost gave herself whiplash turning her head to look at Kumiko. "You mean that Ms Lillian brought me here as a TEST?!?!? I'm a PUPPET?!?!" She leapt from the seat, spinning to face Kumiko. Kumiko involuntarily backed up a step, seeming to shrink in on herself at the unexpected outburst, her eyes burning a hole in the floor. She squinched her eyes shut in a moment of, "Oh-shitness." She'd put her foot in deep shit and Mistress Lillian was going to hit the roof. The maid's feet seemed to disappear from under her, so swiftly did she drop to her knees to place her forehead against the carpet, bare ass high in the worship position. Sharon glared at the maid, unsure of what she should do at this point. "Raise your head and speak to me, not the carpet," Sharon's voice took on a curiously menacing tone. "Explain yourself." "Mistress Sharon," beseeched Kumiko, speaking quickly, "please do not be angry. You are not a puppet. Mistress Lillian does not doubt your devotion to her, rather, she doubts my devo..." She instantly became quiet as Lillian entered the room, statuesque and beautifully nude, her hair a bit frizzed from sleep. "Beloved? Kumiko?" Lillian asked as she spotted the prostrate maid, Sharon's diminutive nude form standing over her like a wraith. "What's the trouble?" Sharon moved to stand beside Kumiko's bare bottom, reaching down to poke Kumiko repeatedly in the butt, emphasizing each word. "She says that she's not allowed to look at my body until you're sure that she's devoted to Daria. Am I a test of her willpower? Am I your puppet?" Sharon asked with an uncharacteristically confrontational tone. As the girl spoke, Lillian's face took on a dour expression as she glanced between her Beloved and the maid. Lillian seemed to take only a single step to reach Kumiko, landing a stinging slap on the maid's ass, the sound cracking around the room like a gunshot. Kumiko shrieked in pain. "Room!" snapped the Goddess in her flawless Japanese. Kumiko was instantly on her feet, turning swiftly and running from the living room toward her bedroom where she had been sent. Lillian brushed a stray hair from her face as she watched the maid race away, took a deep breath then turned back to Sharon, her voice becoming silk again as she laid her hands on the teen's bare shoulders and stared directly into her eyes. "Sharon, I want you to listen to me very carefully," she said. By now, delicate Sharon was on the verge of tears, a mixture of hurt and curiosity furrowing her brow. "You mean more to me than anything else in the entire world. You are definitely NOT a puppet. You are my love. You are my life. You are everything to me. If the publishers threw up hands and refused my books, if the racing commission pulled our charter, I wouldn't care in the slightest. But..." she hugged the girl to her and kissed the top of Sharon's head slowly, feeling the soft yet firm breasts of the shorter girl against her bare slin, "if something were to take you from me, I would be devastated. I may not show it, but you are forefront in my mind every waking moment. You are MY obsession." Lillian hugged Sharon more tightly, the girl in turn wrapping her arms around Lillian's naked waist, laying her head against those perfect breasts. "I've told you," Lillian continued, "that we will be together for as long as YOU will have ME." She turned her head to put her cheek against the top of Sharon's head and just held her. All of her verbosity was gone; she had no idea what else to say. The woman who had written entire series of steamy novels was at a loss for words. Sharon clung to her Goddess, feeling secure once again. Safe in the knowledge that she and Lillian would grow old together. They held each other that way for a long time. Lillian, grinning playfully now that the day's drama had passed, lowered a hand to swat Sharon's bare bottom lightly. "Now, young lady, you have schoolwork to do," she kissed the girl on the forehead. "The sooner you finish it, the sooner you will get your surprise. I need to go and have a talk with Kumiko." She tipped Sharon's chin up to give her a light kiss on the lips, then broke away and headed for the back part of the house. As Sharon sat, she heard rummaging in their bedroom followed a few seconds later by a soft knock on Kumiko's door. She heard the door open then close. Doing her best to avoid letting her mind wander to Kumiko's door and what might be happening behind it, Sharon completed logging in and retrieved her email assignments from the school: History: One thousand words on why the Allies won WWII. "Atomic bomb" 500 times does not count. Calculus (honor system, no internet usage to solve problem): Integral – See diagram. Fill the hole with standard dirt. Allow for settlement of debris. Show work. English (use Notebook program, no other word processing allowed): 5 pages, single space. Fictional story Sharon's fingers flew across the keyboard as she tossed off her English assignment in less than thirty minutes. She had written a fantasy story about the evil knight being slain by the heroic knight. She desperately wanted to add the aftermath (the heroic knight getting wildly fucked by the king's daughter), but restrained herself. Glancing over her shoulder at the hallway, she briefly toyed with the idea of slipping down to Kumiko's door to listen in but decided that she had better get this bullshit over with first. Next up, she wrote an essay about how Hitler had totally, "screwed the pooch," by spreading his forces too thin instead of committing to take one country at a time and then leaving behind defense units. This took almost two hours. Ms Lillian STILL had not emerged from Kumiko's room. As she was about halfway through her calculations, she heard Ms Lillian exit Kumiko's room and move into the bedroom. Kumiko padded into the living room, wordlessly retrieved Sharon's empty coffee cup and returned shortly with a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee. Again wordlessly, she set the cup by Sharon's hand and noiselessly sat on the floor by the girl's side, with her legs bent under her; her head was bowed as she continuously stared at the floor. Sharon was so engrossed in her calculations that she failed to register the maid's presence. She DID notice that a fresh cup of coffee was next to her and sipped gratefully, then returned to her calculations. An hour and a half later, satisfied with her work, she zipped the package and sent it to the school. As she sat back in the chair and rubbed her eyes, she felt the presence of someone next to her and turned to look at Kumiko who's head was still bowed. The maid was totally devoid of clothing. "Ummmm..." was all Sharon could muster as she looked at the maid's smooth bare back. "She is to be punished for letting her tongue run away with her brain, Beloved," said Lillian from the doorway. She was dressed very nicely in a blue business pantsuit, the white shirt beneath it unbuttoned to show plenty of perfect cleavage. "I want you to carry out the punishment. It doesn't have to be physical punishment, either. I know that isn't your cup of tea. You may use mental punishment." Sharon glanced back and forth between the two, almost as if watching a ping-pong match. "Let me guess," she giggled. "If I know how to properly handle and talk to one person of...er...lesser station, I'll be better equipped to deal with a boardroom full of equals or even higher. Right?" Lillian beamed, applauding slowly. "Ms Lillian, I TOLD you I'm not as fluff-headed as I let on." Sharon tapped Kumiko on the shoulder and pointed under the desk. The maid dutifully crawled underneath it and sat cross-legged, facing Sharon. "Wrong way, Kumiko," Sharon made a twirling motion. "Turn around and face the wall." Kumiko spun on her butt to face the blank wall in the cramped area, her legs still crossed, hands folded in her lap. "Now, lace your fingers behind your neck. I want to be able to see your hands." The maid did as she was instructed, Sharon giggling madly. The youth glanced over her shoulder to Lillian, who was watching curiously, and crooked her finger at her Goddess. Lillian walked up behind Sharon. Sharon caught Lillian's hands and pulled them over each shoulder, forcing Lillian to bend at the waist. Lillian quickly caught on and slid her hands the rest of the way down Sharon's compact body, moving her head directly next to Sharon's own. Her dextrous fingers began working their magic on the youngster, soon eliciting sighs and soft moans from her. Those marvelous fingers roved Sharon's body, getting the girl wetter and wetter. Sharon dipped a finger into herself and leaned forward to spread some of her scent underneath Kumiko's nose. The maid could hear what was going on right behind her, could smell the sex-scent, but could not take any action. She squirmed a bit. For the next twenty minutes, Lillian moved her hands over and into Sharon's body, Sharon coming loudly several times as the maid became more and more agitated, whimpering and whining like a puppy. The smell of Sharon's sex filled the small space occupied by Kumiko. Several times, Kumiko's hands started to slip from her neck, but were quickly put back in place when either Sharon or Lillian cleared their throats. "M-m-mistressss," wailed Kumiko, "I am...com..." Sudden convulsions rocked the maid, her hands clamped firmly on her neck. Sharon had heard of non-stimulated orgasms, but had never actually seen one before. Sharon turned her head to kiss Lillian on the cheek. "Thanks, Ms Lillian," she purred at her lover, breathing deeply. "That was perfect..." Lillian kissed her deeply, and straightened slowly, her back on fire. "I'm not sure who got the punishment, Beloved," she chuckled, and massaged her lower back. "Now, run take a shower and get dressed. I have some things for you then we have to get ourselves to the racetrack. I have a few last minute things to discuss with Daria and the pit crew before the race." Sharon did something that surprised even Lillian. She slid off the chair to move behind Kumiko under the desk, lowering her head almost to the floor. She extended her tongue and licked the maid from her tailbone up her spine to her neck. The maid shivered uncontrollably. "Wonderful, Kumiko. Daria is lucky to have you," she whispered in the maid's ear. "You may go about your duties now." She moved back and made her way into the bathroom to shower and dress. As she was dressing, she heard the deep bass of a semi-tractor rig pulling away from the house. Sharon walked into the living room to find a well-dressed man seated on the sofa speaking quietly with Ms Lillian. He looked up and smiled as Lillian held out an arm to slide it around Sharon's waist. "Albert, this is my newest employee. She also just happens to be the love of my life." Albert stood and bowed curtly, extending a warm hand to enfold Sharon's own. "A pleasure, Miss," he stated formally in a clipped British accent. "I am Albert St. John. I will acquaint you with your new mode of travel. I shall await you outside in the drive." He turned, nodded to Lillian and let himself out the front door. Sharon cast a glance out the picture window and saw a gorgeous shiny dark blue, sleek automobile sitting in the driveway, Albert moving to stand patiently beside it. "Ms Lillian? What's that? Is that....?" Sharon stammered. Lillian just smiled and tugged Sharon down to kiss her lightly. "The best, Beloved. Run along and get schooled on your new wheels. We have to be at the track in three hours." Sharon's feet moved by themselves as she just nodded, entranced by the car outside. Kumiko, beaming at her, opened the door to allow her through as she approached it. Sharon never saw the maid, so engrossed in the beauty of the car was she. Albert smiled and presented her with a golden key chain, a single key dangling from it. He opened the driver's side door and gestured her inside. Sharon noted a small plate between the door and the seat emblazoned with her name. She wordlessly slipped behind the wheel of a brand new (11 miles on the odometer) Aston Martin DBS Volante. Albert gently closed the door and rounded the car to slide into the passenger seat and close the door. "Go on, miss," said Albert quietly, smiling knowingly, "start it up." Sharon's fingers numbly inserted the key in the ignition, pushed in the clutch and twisted the key. The engine instantly purred to life and sat idling, ready to leap forward at the release of its power. She fiddled with the seat adjustment a moment, set the mirrors, and then grinned wickedly at Albert as she reached for her seat belt. "Buckle up," was all she said as her foot slammed the accelerator at the same time releasing the clutch, the tires spinning tires. The tires caught traction and the machine rocketed forward, a huge plume of smelly tire-smoke behind them. All the training Sharon had with Alyssa and Caylie came flooding back to her as they blew past the house. Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon saw Lillian hugging Kumiko as they both laughed hysterically. Her mind was far from the soft nights and events of mere minutes ago; she was too busy concentrating on keeping the land rocket on the road. Albert had calmly reached over to take the seat belt and fasten it securely, snugging it a bit as he serenely explained the workings and various controls, not the least bit uptight over the weaving and fishtailing. This was the response of most clients upon climbing behind the wheel of an Aston Martin. In every case, he could virtually hear the strains of the James Bond theme running through the driver's head. When he had thoroughly explained the machine to her, he gestured to the clock and observed that they had been on the road for a half hour. Sharon down shifted, slowed the vehicle and twisted the wheel, stomping the accelerator once again and rocketing back toward the house. The car hugged the curves as if it were on rails. They rounded a curve at close to a hundred miles an hour and were met by a county sheriff's car going the other way. "Oooooops!" exclaimed Sharon as they sped along. The deputy slammed on his brakes, a huge plume of smoke emanating from the rear wheels. He started to whip around but decided that he'd never catch the blue car as it was already out of sight around another corner. He reached for the radio, then decided he hadn't gotten a good enough look at the car to be accurate, so he drove on and put the incident from his mind. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 08 Sharon swung the car into the lane leading to Lillian's cottage and took her foot completely off the accelerator, letting the vehicle coast into the U-shaped driveway, stopping before the front door. With a wistful sigh she turned off the motor and sat still, grinning idiotically from ear to ear as she listened to the ticking of the cooling engine. Albert turned to her and smiled. "Does Miss find everything in order?" Sharon simply nodded, in total awe of the car and the way Lillian was treating her. Albert opened his door and got out as Lillian exited the house with a huge grin on her countenance. Sharon practically leapt from the vehicle and ran to meet Lillian, kissing her deeply and hugging her tight. Lillian caught the teen and lifted her off the ground, Sharon's pert butt cradled in her hands, hungrily kissing back. "Since the paperwork is all in order, Madame Lillian," he said as he bowed, "I will take my leave." He turned to head for a silver Aston Martin DB9, behind the wheel of which sat another well-dressed man. "Thank you, Albert," Lillian replied, "I'm sure that you'll be getting more of my business." She set Sharon on the ground again and turned toward the house, their arms around each other's waists. "There are a few more things for you inside, Beloved." "This is a dream, right, Ms Lillian? I'll wake up and it'll all be gone...so will you..." Lillian's response was to slide her hand to the teen's butt again and give her a good pinch. Sharon eeped and arched her back while Lillian chuckled. "Did that feel like a dream?" Lillian put her arm around Sharon's neck and pulled her closer to kiss the side of her head. "No, Beloved, it's the real thing." They entered the house and Lillian pointed to a pile of wrapped packages on the kitchen table. Sharon ran into the kitchen and picked up an embossed card, smelling faintly of Lillian's perfume. "To the newest member of the Moonwheel Racing Team. Please accept these gifts to aid you in your endeavors. All my love, your Boss." Sharon glanced at the gifts and then over to Lillian who motioned her to proceed. She tore into the packages, ripping the paper from them. The first was a smart phone preprogrammed with the immediately-needed phone numbers. There were several business suits (custom-tailored by Jasper)with matching pairs of matching Manolo shoes and Louis Vuitton handbags, and a makeup case and book of tips courtesy of Ramona. "There's not much time left, love," said Lillian. "Go put on one of your new outfits and a bit of SIMPLE makeup. After all, this is a racetrack we're going to, not a board meeting." Sharon paused only briefly to grab a suit and the makeup case and dash off toward the bedroom. She suddenly stopped, whirled, ran back to kiss Lillian on the cheek and disappeared down the hall. Lillian and Sharon Ch. 09-10 "And would you call those friends you never see? Reminisce old memories? Would you forgive your enemies? And would you find that one you're dreaming of? Swear up and down to God above That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day? " - Nickelback -------------------------------------------------- An hour later, the dark blue Volante purred up to the security checkpoint, Lillian smiling and waving to the guard from the passenger seat. As Sharon rolled down her window, Lillian leaned across to speak to the guard, one hand on the back of Sharon's seat, stroking the girl's hair. His eyes settled on Lillian's magnificent cleavage; she knew EXACTLY what she was doing. "Hi, Chuck. This is my newest employee. Be nice to her, won't you?" Chuck stepped forward, smiling and eying the pair and the car. The perks and benefits of being on the Moonwheel Team were well known. "Now, Lillian," he replied in a deep southern accent, "you know that all of your team are treated like royalty in my pits." He looked at Sharon and glanced at her cleavage. "Ma'am, all you have to do is show your badge when you come through here, we check it against a list, and then you move on. Nothing to it." Sharon shifted a bit uncomfortably as his eyes dipped to her boobs; she wasn't accustomed to showing this much skin to anyone but Lillian. She held up the badge so he could see it. He leaned closer to it, pretending to study it while his eyes kept moving from her badge to her chest and back again. He barely moved his head, trying to see into her shirt, hoping for a shot of nipple or at least areola. Sharon glanced at Lillian, a quick flick of the eyes with a hint of playfulness in them. She suddenly tore her blouse open, twisting in her seat toward the guard, giving him an eyeful of her bare chest; small, perky nipples standing out proudly. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO SEE, YOU FUCKING PERVERTED OLD GEEZER?!?!?" she screamed at him. Startled, Chuck almost fell over backwards as he backpedaled rapidly. "I...I...I...g-go ahead...Ma'am" he waved them through the gate officiously, his face crimson. Sharon quickly closed her shirt, threw the car in gear and burned rubber away from the gate, leaving the poor security man in a cloud of noxious smoke. Lillian's merry, tinkling laughter filled the car as Sharon fishtailed around a group of people who yelled at her to slow down. "You realize, Beloved, that now I have to send him some flowers?" she chuckled, then spoke again, "Or rather...my ASSISTANT does." "Sorry, Ms Lillian," Sharon said as Lillian pointed her to the owner's area. "I just have to get used to people looking at the way I dress now. I'm just a little...er..." "I know, Sharon. You'll get used to it. And remember that I told you how powerful a weapon your body can be?" Lillian patted Sharon's thigh as they pulled into a parking space, then leaned over to peck the girl on the cheek. She opened the door and got out as Sharon did the same, pressing the button on her keychain to lock the doors on the car, the alarm giving a little chirp of acknowledgment. They made their way over to the Moonwheel area and spotted Daria in a heated argument with a driver from another team. Daria was standing nose-to-nose with the man who had assumed an aggressive posture as well. Kumiko, in a team jacket and bluejeans stood behind Daria, glaring daggers at the man. The crews of both teams stood behind their drivers to provide support; a small crowd of onlookers gathered around them. As she walked toward the group, Lillian pulled out her smart phone and pressed a button, pausing to wait for the other person to answer. "Hello, Steve, this is Lillian. I suggest you come to your team's pits. Yes, Daria and your man, Art, are at it again. Right, see you in a bit." She punched off, replacing the phone in her pocket. Sharon trailed a few steps behind as Lillian insinuated herself between the hostile pair. She smiled at Daria and looked over her driver's shoulder at the pit area, nodding slightly to indicate that Daria should move away. "Go on, dear. I'll be there in a moment." Daria gave a final look to Art, raised her fist and extended her middle finger then whirled and stalked off, Kumiko at her side. Unflappable Lillian watched her team disperse and turned to Art, a tight smile on her lips. She nodded acknowledgment to him and followed her team. Sharon grinned sheepishly at him, shrugged, not knowing what else to do, and hurried after her boss/lover. When they caught up to Daria and Kumiko, Lillian asked, "Now, Daria, what was that about?" Daria grumbled a reply too low for Sharon to hear over the rumble of engines receiving last-minute adjustments. Lillian snickered. "Is that all? You got pissed because he hit on Kumiko?" "Lillian, it wasn't the 'hitting on her' so much as what he called you," Daria fumed, shooting an evil look over Lillian's shoulder. "He called you a dyke-bitch-slut who uses her money and power to corrupt little girls." Lillian's eyes narrowed, her hand shooting out to grab Sharon's collar as the teen took a step toward Art's crew. "Oh, he did, did he?" Lillian pulled Sharon to her side, placing her arm around the girl's shoulders to keep her from running off. Daria nodded assent. Lillian leaned forward to grin evilly into Daria's face. "Then, I guess you'll just need to knock his dick in the dirt when you get on the track." Daria laughed heartily, sliding an arm around Kumiko's waist. Kumiko grinned and uttered a derogatory comment in Japanese. Lillian called out, looking in the direction of Daria's car. "Tommy! How's she running?" asked Lillian. A squat fireplug of a man in a spotless team jumpsuit separated from the crew working on the car and approached. "If Daria drives it like it's stolen, that thing'll whoop the ass off a scalded dog, Lil," Tommy said, hiking a thumb over his shoulder. "Had to replace a coupla sticky valves, and we tweaked the carburetor...again." He turned to Daria. "Watch them turns REAL careful. This ain't Charlotte or Kansas City. These turns are a whole lot tighter and steeper. Make sure you..." He was cut off by Daria's gentle peck on the lips. "Every time...Uncle Tommy, knock it off." Daria chided. "Where was my very first race?" Tommy shifted and looked down. "Here," he mumbled. "And where did I grow up?" she went on. "Here." "And who taught me everything I know about this sport?" "...me..." said weakly. "But your Mama'll tear my head off if something happens to you out there. I work for Lillian, but your Ma's my boss." Daria hugged her uncle. "Uncle Tommy, my faith is totally with you and your crew. That car has never given me a lick of problems with you guys working on it. The only problems ever caused were due to my desire to cut the balls off of the male racers out there." She tousled his thinning gray hair. "Just make sure it starts when I push the button; I'll do the rest." A sharp "ka-thock" sounded from the team's area next door. They turned to see a helmet bouncing and rolling across the concrete apron, Art with a look of disgust on his face standing before a tall, slim man wearing jeans and baseball cap. The tall man sighed and held his hands out to his sides in a "what am I supposed to do?" gesture. Art stalked over, snatched his helmet from the ground and waved disparagingly in Daria's direction. Daria took a step toward him, but was restrained by Kumiko's hand. The tall man glanced in their direction and waved cheerfully. Lillian chuckled mirthfully and waved back. "Daria, love," she said, turning back to her driver, "No dirty tricks out there. Straight racing. Guile and skill win over treachery, right?" Daria began climbing into the car through the window and lowered her fire-retardant mask, her eyes shining. "You got it, Boss-lady," she replied, settling her helmet and fastening it. Then, she leaned over to present the top of her head to the window. Kumiko kissed the helmet and thumped it with her finger for good luck then stood back to let the rest of the team do their jobs. LAP 13 As Daria, in 7th place, hammered the pedal to perform her crowd-pleasing maneuver, her spotter came on the radio and warned her of a 360 spin out just ahead, the car regaining momentum and picking up speed. If she cut inside now she'd miss it completely, if she swung wide she'd slam right into it. She tapped the brakes and dropped in mere inches behind her main rival, Art, the one she'd had a run-in with earlier. She couldn't resist goosing the pedal a smidgen and lightly nudging the rear of his car; just saying hello. Once past the spun out car, Daria jerked right and hammered it again, raising her middle finger defiantly as she blew past Art into 6th place then swung directly in front of him. The next turn was approaching rapidly. She began drifting right as if moving into position for the Summer's Suicide Slot. Even one of the announcers commented, "Summers is moving into position to try again for her famous driving tactic." The spectators were on the edges of their seats. "Is he following?" Daria asked her spotter over the radio. Stock cars didn't have rear view mirrors for safety reasons. "If he was any closer," came the reply, "he'd be in your trunk." Of the five times that Art had been behind her when she shot this move, he was always close enough behind her to draft, thus cutting wind-resistance and easing his own maneuver. Though he had never been able to complete it successfully, he tried every single time. She kept fading right into position, knowing Art was mere inches from her rear end. As she hit the critical point where she would normally stomp the accelerator, she maintained speed and jerked the wheel to the left, neatly moving back into the traditional corner-hugging position. Art's car, devoid of the smooth airflow provided by Daria's car, was slammed by the one-hundred-fifty-plus mile an hour wind on the left front. The sudden rush of air pushed the left front of his car to the right and he laterally cartwheeled into the wall, fiberglass and metal spewing like fireworks. The caution flag immediately went up, providing a short break while the wreckage was cleared. "Hey, Erica," Daria called her spotter as she began decelerating for a pit stop. "Pitting now. How is he?" Even though she didn't like the guy, she didn't want him dead. "Well, he's out and walking. Madder'n hell. Threw his helmet across the track. I think the commission's gonna fine him," Erica chuckled. "Uh-oh...Steve's out there...seems to be raising hell with him." Daria could picture in her mind tall, thin Steve, Art's team's owner waving his arms around like a chicken. As she rolled to a stop, the pit crew was all smiles and chuckles as they went about their business. Kumiko unbuttoned the debris screen and handed her a water bottle, straw protruding. Daria drank greedily, handed back the bottle with a wink, gave the thumbs up to her lover. She received a thumbs up from Kumiko along with a thumbs up from Uncle Tommy, the crew chief, and moved back out onto the track to jockey back into her former 6th position. In the owner's lounge, Sharon sat beside Lillian, arms entwined, watching the race on closed-circuit television. Sharon had never seen the Summer's Suicide Slot performed before and a tingle of excitement ran through her as Lillian pointed out that it was coming up. When Daria pulled back in line to round the corner and Art hit the wall, Steve, sitting with them, hastily excused himself and made for the door. "Hey, Lillian," said another male voice. Sharon looked up into the face of a living legend. "Why, Richard, it's been ages; Fort Worth, I believe." Lillian smiled genuinely at him. She indicated Sharon who had seemed to shrink in on herself. "Richard Petty, this is my assistant, Sharon." Richard stuck out his hand, his trademark Stetson clamped firmly on his head. Red-faced Sharon meekly shook hands, smiling. "I hope your girl didn't get hurt," he said wryly, chuckling, then went on more seriously, "That girl's got spirit, I'll give her that." He sounded genuinely impressed, despite his remarks of a few years before upon hearing that Danica Patrick had started racing. Lillian smiled her winning smile. "Oh, she's fine. But, I don't think her prey is in great shape," Lillian smirked, gesturing at the board which listed all of the drivers current standings. Next to Art's name was the label: SUSPENDED. The sportscasters would eat that up. Sharon, meanwhile had turned her attention to her smart phone, the scrolling display showing a transcript of the conversation between the driver and the spotter. Richard bade farewell and moved off to join his own comrades. FINAL LAP Daria was in a solid 3rd place. Barring anything unusual happening, she stood to win a decent amount of cash and maybe another sponsor endorsement. She eased her car up behind the 2nd-place car and prepared for the show stopping Suicide Slot. Any racer will testify under oath that Murphy's Law can show up at any time and generally chooses to strike on the last lap. She eased out and slammed her foot to the floor neatly flying past the 2nd place car as he slowed slightly for the turn. Her focus was on the space directly behind the 1st place car as she slingshotted around the turn. Now that her spot was secured, she eased off the accelerator and prepared to graciously accept her final position. Car number one was getting a little too close for her liking so she tapped the brake. Her car slowed, but didn't sound or feel right. The instant she took her foot off the brake, the car sped up again, threatening to crash into the leader. The accelerator was stuck. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!" she screamed into her helmet mike. In the owner's lounge, Sharon looked at the display on her phone and worriedly tapped Lillian's arm, showing her the transcript. Lillian was on her feet and heading for the pits before Sharon could stand to follow. In the car, Daria watched the leader as he grew closer, judging the time to the finish line as opposed to the time she would smash into his rear end. Since it was the straightaway, she eased to the right and drew almost even with him as they crossed the finish line. She yanked her kill-key, a flat plastic credit card-like object, instantly shutting off the engine, rounded the next turn to drift left and coast to a stop on the grass in the middle of the track. She tore off her helmet and flame-retardant mask, then reached to undo the debris netting and climbed out to await her crew. She passed the brief time waving to the spectators and smiling. Back in the pits, the rest of the crew was elated at her near-win. Another hundred feet, they all agreed, and she would have edged into first. Uncle Tommy's head was shoved under the hood with one crew member upside down under the dashboard trying to figure out the problem which could have killed their favorite driver. Naturally, the press was screaming at her for interviews, but Lillian waved them all away, announcing a press conference shortly. Sharon was soaking up the action like a sponge, knowing that she would soon be doing the job of "press-monkey." Though Daria had a press-and-merchandising agent, the owner's assistant would notify him of when to call a press conference. Two hours later, the crowds gone, the various teams packing up for the next race, Sharon and Lillian walked hand in hand through the chill night air toward Sharon's car. The conference had gone well, as had the aftermath: a new sponsor, three endorsement offers and a marriage proposal to Daria from a rabid fan. As Sharon pressed the button to unlock the doors of the Volante, Lillian moved to the opposite side to get in, hands unbuttoning her jacket to reveal her impressive cleavage. Sharon started the engine and glanced across at her Goddess. Lillian was turned sideways in the seat, leaning against the door with a gleam in her eye. The scene was the exact reverse of several weeks before when Lillian drove the youth to the restaurant. Sharon leaned across and planted a lingering kiss in Lillian's cleavage, licking the exposed flesh. "Ms Lillian," she borrowed a line from a movie, "are you trying to seduce me?" Lillian's face took on a predatory look. "You bet your sweet, succulent, gorgeous ass I am." She slipped a hand inside the waistband of her pantsuit and withdrew it, her fingers glistening. She offered her hand to Sharon who eagerly sucked the proffered fingers then backed out of the space and raced home, all the while casting glances at Lillian who was busy pinching her own nipples and working her fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning constantly; the streetlights causing a strobe effect which served to fuel Sharon's ardor for the older woman. As they passed out of the city lights into the darkness, Lillian wriggled out of her pants and thong and switched on the map light, aiming it at her now very nude, very wet crotch. "Ms. Lillian, these seats are leather," giggled Sharon as she blasted into the lane on the last leg home. "Oh, dear," replied Lillian, dramatically. "It seems that I've gotten this one absolutely soaking wet. I guess I'll need to be punished." Lillian's scent filled the car as Sharon screeched to a halt, shutting off the ignition and opening the door in the same motion, a look of mock sternness on her face. "Inside, young lady. MARCH!" Sharon pointed to the house as Lillian seemed to drag her heels, slowly approaching the front door, head hung as if she was really in trouble. Sharon popped her perfect, bare ass with a resounding thwack and she walked a bit faster. Sharon's mind worked on the role play, her analytical side telling her that this was Lillian's way of teaching her how to take charge. She decided that she would do her best and get it right the first time. Lillian unlocked the door and went inside, Sharon directly behind. After the press conference, Lillian had given Kumiko the next two nights off to celebrate Daria's second-place finish. "Close the curtains and lock the doors," commanded Sharon. "When you get through with that, use the shower in the hallway, wash yourself very well, then return and stand in the middle of the living room. I'll be back with the implements of your punishment." She turned before Lillian could answer and strode purposefully toward the bedroom. The girl had no idea what she was doing, but it seemed natural in some small way. Sharon made her way into the bedroom where she disrobed, tossing her clothes in a heap. She practically jumped into the master shower and washed herself in record time, fighting the desire to play with her throbbing clit each time her hands ran over it. She'd have Lillian take care of that... The sound of the hairdryer in the room told her that Lillian was here. "Did I tell you to dry your hair?" Sharon called. "No..." came the reply in a recalcitrant voice, sounding curiously like Cindy. Sharon resisted the urge to look to make sure it was really Lillian. The dryer shut off and Sharon heard the clatter as it was laid on the counter top. Wow, Sharon thought. This was kinda fun; she might be able to get used to this. She finished her shower, dried off, and went to the closet. Finding what she was looking for, she put her outfit on, pulled a few "toys" from the chest in the corner, and wandered into the hallway, stopping just short of being visible from the living room. "You are...errrr...my slave..." She furrowed her brow at the strange-sounding word. She had never called anyone "slave" before. "Who does that make me?" A giggle sounded from the living room. Lillian cleared her throat and took a deep breath to settle herself. "You are my Mistress," intoned Lillian levelly. "Slave, face the front of the house, away from the hallway," she ordered. "For you may never see me enter or leave. Understand?" Lillian and Sharon Ch. 09-10 "As you command, Mistress," the husky-voiced beauty in the living room replied, turning to face the desired direction. Sharon entered, clad in a skin-tight leather catsuit, her shoulder-length hair brushed to one side. Lillian heard the girl approach behind her, could smell the light fragrance of a fresh-scrubbed body and hear the faint creak of the leather suit. "On your knees, face turned toward the floor, and turn to me," Sharon said imperially. Lillian did as she was told, and fixed her eyes on Sharon's boot clad feet. Though she had never seen her Beloved dressed in this outfit, she knew exactly which one Sharon wore; after all, she'd had Jasper make it to her specifications. She began to moisten, forcing her eyes to stare at the boots instead of climbing that gorgeously tight body to see how the girl looked. "Do you know what you did, slave?" Sharon asked, trailing a cat-o-nine tails over Lillian's breasts and shoulders. Lillian moistened further, but didn't move a muscle. "Yes, Mistress," she folded her hands in her lap, surreptitiously slipping her pinky into her own folds to stimulate her clit. "I...I...got your leather seat wet." Sharon didn't notice the pinky, as she was standing three inches in front of Lillian's head, staring at the smooth back and lovely neck. A sharp sting in several places on Lillian's back caused her to give a startled squeak. Sharon moved behind her, trailing the cat-o-nine tails, tickling her neck and freshly stung back. "Slave, I didn't hear that last part," she purred, her breath lightly lightly Lillian's ear. "Mistress," Lillian said, a little louder, her pinky moving faster, "Your slave humbly begs your forgiveness for getting your leather seats wet. You are my Mistress, I will accept whatever punishment you desire to inflict upon me...Mistress." A thought occurred to Sharon; she had forgotten to give a safe word. A safe word is spoken to stop submission-domination play. It had to be something both familiar, in order to be recalled immediately under duress, but not the more common, "Yes, No, Stop," variety as these were commonly used in sex play. Upon the submitting person uttering the safe word, the dominating person is to cease immediately and remove any restraints or other implements being used. Sharon leaned down to lick Lillian's cheek, a long, slow lick which sent shivers down the older woman's spine. "Listen closely, slave," she breathed directly into Lillian's ear, her breath the gentle caress of a summer's breeze, "your safe word is 'book.' Repeat it back to me now." A twitch of the cat-o-nine to the ass. Lillian moaned at the combination of the tone of voice coupled with the gentle sting of the cat-o-nine. She was losing herself to this girl's assault on her senses; Sharon picked this up quickly! "M...my safe w...word is 'book,' Mistress," Lillian barely breathed the words, her chest heaving in anticipation, half-lidded eyes boring a hole in the floor, pinky working furiously. A safe word usually meant some wild things were about to happen. She'd never had to invoke a safe word, but there was always a first time. "Very goooooooooddddd..." the youth purred. "Worship position." Lillian instantly fell forward, arms above her head as she pressed her forehead to the carpet, ass high in the air, knees spread shoulder-width apart. She heard Sharon pad past her to the sofa. Her pussy ached, her clit was swollen from the rapid massaging she had given it; she felt a rivulet of her juices as it trailed languidly down her thigh. She had forced herself not to orgasm in the car, anticipating this very thing. A tinkling sound, as of a small buckle, then a second and third tinkling, even smaller and lighter. Lillian was soooo close to coming; her breath hitching in her throat as she realized that Sharon had donned a strap-on. Footsteps padded to her rear. Sharp stings on both ass cheeks followed quickly by the caress of a warm, soft hand. More sharp stings. Suddenly, Lillian's pussy lips were thrust apart, her insides filled with the delicious strap-on. Barely hanging onto the edge, she came before the dildo was all the way inside her. Her fingers clawed into the carpet as she moaned loudly, arching her back painfully, throwing her head back, eyes flying open to gasp at the far wall. No other person in her entire existence had affected her this way. Lillian's mind whirled. Love, lust, joy, contentment, happiness, pleasure, pain. All vied for the top spot in her brain. Several harsh stings to her butt brought her back to reality, that exquisite faux cock inside her beginning to move in and out like a piston. She immediately dropped her head to the carpet, reminded of her position as well as being unable to hold it up any longer. Hands gripped either hip as the dildo plunged into her over and over, the thrusts coming quicker and harder. Who would have ever thought that little Sharon could be so powerful? More stings to the ass, getting harder and more frequent, coupled with the intense pounding her pussy was taking, were turning her brain to mush. She came at every other thrust, her shoulders sagging to the floor, nipples hard against the plush carpeting, being shoved forward as Sharon pounded her. No longer able to support herself, Lillian slid forward, the strap-on plopping out of her. Her world spun as she lay panting heavily, thick moans escaping her parted lips; trying to remember what had started this whole thing, barely able to remember even her own name. "Did I hear your safe word?" A soft voice purred into her ear. No longer able to muster the will to speak, Lillian could only weakly shake her head in the negative as she lay panting, gasping for breath. Several seconds passed as she regained her voice. "N...no...m...m...mistressssss...I...am...f...fine..." Her wrists were seized and harshly brought to her back, something soft and fuzzy securing them together, leaving enough slack for circulation. A featherlight touch trailed slowly down her back to the top of her ass crack and then upwards again. This repeated several more times, as the room slowed its spinning. Just as she was about to ask if they were finished, Lillian felt a cold liquid drizzle down her back to her ass. A hand pulled one ass cheek away from the other and the liquid was liberally poured on her rear entrance. A squelching sound was heard, then her legs were forced apart as Sharon moved behind her. This sort of play required the ultimate trust. It was too easy to tie one up and then severely injure the submissive. If she called out her safe word, she knew that Sharon would cease immediately, but she wanted to see how far the teen would go with this. She steeled herself to be taken anally. Despite her control over her lover, Sharon knew she was pushing the limits of her Goddess. She had already fucked Lillian damn-near unconscious, and this catsuit was hotter than hell. The girl raised the cat-o-nine and smacked Lillian harshly several times, Lillian moaning, writhing and squeaking with every blow; her ass crimson from the whippings, her juices running onto the carpet like a leaky faucet. "Has my slave learned her lesson?" Lillian nodded, her asshole as loose as she could make it, unable to guess Sharon's intentions. Strange that, the girl was so predictable. Another fierce flurry of stings, her ass on fire. "Will you soil my leather seats again?" Lillian came a final time, shivering on the floor, her brain totally confused. She shook her head. "No, Mistress..." Her voice trailed off, face buried in the carpet. Her hands were untied. "You are to stay that way until you hear me leave. Then, in your own time, clean yourself up and join me in the bedroom," Sharon commanded, leaning down to lick up Lillian's spine, the mint-flavored lubricant growing warm under her tongue. "You've been a very good girl tonight. I'm pleased." "Thank you, Mistress," gasped a barely conscious Lillian. Sharon got her hands and knees and lowered her face to worriedly stare Lillian in the eye, her own searching for any sign of trauma. Lillian smiled wanly and was barely able to slide her head forward, the tiny movement of seeking a kiss. She winked at Sharon half-heartedly, a look of total bliss on her countenance. Sharon's face lit up at the gesture, kissed Lillian lightly, then resumed her role. Sharon stood, gathered the toys spread about and padded out of the room. Minutes passed as Lillian slowly regained her composure and haltingly got to her feet, knees almost giving way as she stood. She staggered to the hallway bathroom and adjusted the water, not hot as that would simply be painful to her red hot ass. Allowing the tepid water to cascade over her, Lillian placed her head against the cool tile beneath the shower head and just stood there thinking. She reviewed the past few months. Scenes of first seducing and tricking Sharon into drinking alcohol made her heart sink a bit. She had just wanted a fling with the young, nubile teenager; a quick lesson in lesbian, then constant flirts with the little girl next door every time they spied each other. Nothing more. Her life would continue. Wild sex with strangers at the club. Out-of-town flings on book tours or research projects. Single and carefree. When she had gone to sign her last book deal, just before Sharon's attempted rape, the thought of calling one of her fuck-buddies never even occurred to her. She had remained faithful without even realizing it. Lillian was totally stone-blown in love with Sharon. She showered mechanically, wincing at the sensitivity of her entire pussy every time her hand brushed her mound. She shut off the shower, reached for a clean towel and dried her statuesque form. She brushed her still-wet dark hair, leaving little furrows behind; the excess water trickled down her back to cause an involuntary shiver. Admiring her form for a second in the full length mirror, turning this way and that, she decided that a few touch-ups from the plastic surgeon might be in order, starting to get the tiniest bit saggy under the arms. Oh, well, she'd worry about that later. She turned her back on the mirror and looked over her shoulder at her no longer red ass, smiling at the dark pink color and rubbing it lightly. The heat on her palms caused a tingle in her pussy. God, she really was a sex fiend. A gentle hiss from the bedroom, heard through the closed bathroom door, brought her back to reality. Lillian smacked herself on the ass and opened the door. Time for more fun... Sharon lay spreadeagled on the bed, catsuit and accoutrements discarded and lying scattered all over. The teen was pinching her nipples with one hand while fingering and rubbing herself with the other. As Lillian entered, Sharon's back arched as she came; obviously not for the first time tonight. Lillian leaned against the doorjamb, watching silently as the love of her life was lost in the throes of self-passion, her mind filled with the joy of purest love for the girl. She briefly toyed with the idea of masturbating again, but decided that her clit just couldn't take any more tonight. She tenderly slid next to Sharon, the girl glancing at her also with pure love as she continued to masturbate. Lillian cradled Sharon, letting the teen move at her own pace; the simplicity of their nude forms reassuring to both. They kissed and embraced more passionately and lovingly than ever before, snuggling together beneath the sheets. Lillian reached to turn out the bedside lamp. "I love you," whispered a voice in the darkness. Early Saturday morning Lillian made a quick call which was answered by a breathless Cindy. Regan must be wringing the maid out. As Lillian had predicted, the paparazzi had moved on to hound yet another celebrity. Sharon's schoolwork was caught up and emailed. The duo returned control of the house to Kumiko, said their goodbyes and climbed into the Volante for a leisurely two day drive home. Of course, side roads were explored, the pair making love several times a day; a quiet expanse of beach, under the pines in the crisp fall air, in the middle of a cow pasture. -------------------------------------------------- (CNN website) Lillian Carmichael, author of the immensely popular book series, "Destiny and Lace" and owner of the NASCAR "Moonwheel Racing Team" was killed instantly today when the car in which she was riding, driven by her life-partner, Sharon Smathers, was hit by a drunk driver. The pair were returning from Los Angeles after a taping of the "Late Show with David Letterman" to promote her latest book. The driver of the other car also died at the scene. A spokeswoman for Miss Carmichael's company said that Miss Smathers is expected to make a full recovery and take over the company as stipulated in Carmichael's will. A private funeral for Miss Carmichael will be held this Saturday. -------------------------------------------------- TEN YEARS LATER: Sharon, dressed in a custom-tailored silk business suit (designed by Jasper to accentuate her assets) knelt to place a rose at the head of Lillian's grave as she had done twice a year; once to celebrate the day they met and again, seven months later, to honor the date of Lillian's passing. Today was the anniversary of the joyous first meeting. "Ms. Lillian, I finally graduated!" Sharon said, excitedly. "Now, I have TWO degrees! Can you believe it? A Masters of Business Administration from Yale, and a Masters in English from Bryn Mawr! The professors at Bryn Mawr thought I was 'too smart,'" she giggled as she rolled her eyes, "and passed me up the ladder. Weird, huh? Thank you SO much for pushing me. The Team's doing very well. We're up to four drivers now and expect to take Daytona for the third year in a row! That'll piss off a LOT of people! And Cindy's cooking a special dinner tonight; Mom and Dad are coming over again." She giggled again, then turned serious as if a switch had been flipped. " "After all this time, my heart still aches and I miss you horribly. I've told you about the other women I've met and dated throughout the years, but there will only be one 'you.' I love you and always will." She bent forward to kiss the neatly clipped grass, her eyes forming tears, and then stood up, lightly brushing her knees. "I'll see you again in a few months." After his ass-kicking, Ouranos Stavrou was permitted to finish his contract with, "Mean Miami Streets." In the season cliffhanger, his character, Jose Montego was shot in a drug deal gone bad. Pure evilness on the part of the producers replaced Ouranos with a Sharon look-a-like named Jesse Cavanaugh. Her character, Lisa Haven was a martial arts expert who specialized in kicking her quarry in the balls. Being a laughingstock in Hollywood, Ouranos turned to making low-budget porn movies where he contracted AIDs. Ryan and Amber broke up shortly after high school, but remained the best of friends; Amber becoming the maid of honor at Ryan and Megan's wedding and the godmother of their twin girls, Allysa and Caylie. Regan and Cindy became a permanent item, sharing a house with Sharon. Regan received her Master's degree in Business Administration alongside Sharon and took over day to day operations of Moonwheel Racing. Ramona died from complications associated with her weight a year after Lillian. Jasper missed his lesbian friend so much, he renamed his business, "Tresses and Dresses" in her honor; giving her top billing. News of Lillian's death reached Daria only moments after she crossed the finish line in first place. She dedicated her win to Lillian's memory. She and Kumiko continued together, Kumiko becoming a part of the tire changing crew. -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 10 Pamela spread out her blanket in the backyard. Clad only in a thong bikini, she applied sun lotion, unfastened her top (the fence was high enough that no one would see her), and lay back, closing her eyes. she never did like tan lines on the models she'd seen, and even though no one would know if she had any, she didn't want any. She reached over, switching on the CD player, the ethereal, hypnotic voice of Enya (her favorite) issuing forth. Sharon sauntered out into her own back yard, a light wrap over her slim hips, her shoulder-length dark hair fluttering in the light breeze. She tilted her head at the sound of the familiar CD, and walked over to peer through a gap in the fence. "Oh, hello," she said in a pleased voice. Pamela sat up abruptly, arms instinctively covering her supple young breasts. She peered at the fence, trying to find the source of the voice...