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Lost and Found Ch. 02

By: LiveCat



Chapter 2 as requested -- I hope it lives up to expectations.

If you haven't read the first chapter then I would suggest that you do so first in order to understand the storyline and character dynamics.

Many thanks to my friend Anne for finding time in her hectic schedule to help with proof reading this story, I really appreciate it.

For my special friend Callie, who doesn't like loose ends -- the epilogue is all yours Babe.

Cat xx

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I left St. Ives the next morning. I still had a couple of days of annual leave left and much as I would've loved to spend them in Jo's arms it made more sense for me to leave. Jo had lots to sort out in preparation for taking the café over officially and was going to immediately close it down for a few days for refurbishment. She may have chilled out significantly in the 3 years we'd been apart but the old control freak was still hovering just under the surface, so she wanted to be around to monitor the progress of the contractors.

I also had lots to do. I needed to decide whether to sell or rent my flat out and I also needed to start packing and make all of the necessary arrangements for moving my life from London down to Cornwall and so, after a tearful and drawn out goodbye, I climbed into my car and started my long journey home. Although it didn't feel like going home; how strange!

The drive was an absolute nightmare! There were road works on the A30 which slowed me down to a crawl before the feeling of Jo's last kiss goodbye had even left my lips and the temptation to just turn around was almost overwhelming but I mustered my self control and kept the car pointing north east.

There had also been an accident on the M4 and I sat in stationary traffic for so long that I had to turn the radio up as loud as I could bear to stop me thinking too deeply as I sat in the car twiddling my thumbs. The further I drove away from Jo the sadder I became and on more than one occasion I had to mentally kick myself to stop the tears flowing down my face; reminding myself that it was ok, I would see her again soon.

Eventually I pulled up outside the converted Victorian town house that comprised my flat and two others, standing in the darkening evening and looking at the building in a new light. I loved my 2 story ground floor and basement flat. I loved it's quirky design with the bedrooms in the basement and the living space upstairs; I loved it's small, easy to maintain garden where I could sit and pretend not to be in a city; I loved the original Victorian fireplace, sash windows and mouldings. But now? Now, while I could still appreciate these things on a rational, aesthetic level and could still find them pleasing, there was an undercurrent of something else. An irritation that this flat was going to tie me to London for at least a while longer when all I wanted was to run away; to run back to the arms of the woman I loved and who, miraculously also loved me and had invited me back into her life.

I had left my tent and almost everything else I'd taken to Cornwall at Jo's as it seemed silly to bring it home to London just to take it back again, so I grabbed my almost empty rucksack from the boot of the car and wearily climbed the steps to my front door. I was both emotionally and physically drained from the long drive, so I ignored the messages on my answer machine, sent Jo a text to tell her I'd arrived safely and fell gratefully into bed where sleep claimed me immediately.

As soon as I awoke the next morning, rolling over to find myself in my own empty bed, I had to call Jo immediately. The loss I felt was palpable and I had to lift my heart before I attempted to start my day. She answered quickly but from the sound of her voice it was obvious I'd woken her and I cursed myself for not checking the clock first -- it was only 6.30am.

'Hey you, I'm sorry to call so early I didn't realise the time and I missed you when I woke up.'

'Hey Baby, that's ok you can call me anytime, you know that.'

'I'm still sorry I woke you.'

'Yeah, well I didn't sleep very well last night. I've already got used to having you in my bed and it was lonely without you. Buster makes a very poor substitute and he snores even louder than you do!'

It was nice to hear that Jo had missed me too. I had no doubt that she loved me but given our history it wasn't surprising that I felt a little insecure about our newly rediscovered relationship sometimes.

We talked for a while about inconsequential things, about what the day had in store for us both and as we talked my free hand had unconsciously moved to my breasts, casually stroking and toying with my nipples. It was all quite innocent until Jo asked me if I was still in bed and the tone of her voice sent shivers down my spine.

'I wish I were there with you. Do you still have our old bed, with the brass headboard?'

'Uh huh, why?' 

'Cos if I was there with you right now I think I'd be tempted to tie your hands to that bed and keep you there all day.' She was practically purring down the phone and I couldn't help moaning at the thought. My nipples were now hard and puckered, aching for her mouth to claim them but I had to make do with my own fingers as they pinched and twisted and pulled.

'Where are your hands right now Jo?'

'Well, I'm holding the phone with my left hand......'

'and the other one?'

'Is slowly stroking it's way down my tummy, I've been wet for you since the moment I heard your voice; being away from you until you move down here is going to be torture!'

'I know Babe, I'm so horny for you right now I could jump straight back in my car and come and ravish you!'

'Well for now we'll have to make do with the phone Vicki, I'll have to imagine that the fingers that are stroking my lips are your fingers and when I touch my clit I'm going to pretend it's your gorgeous tongue.'

I could hear her breathing get heavier and could imagine the sight of her in bed, her hand buried between her legs as she brought herself relief. My own hand deserted my nipples and headed south, spreading my puffy lips and finding the copious wetness gathered there, strumming my clit as I gripped the phone so tightly my knuckles were white.

'Oh Jo' I groaned 'I want to have my mouth on you; I want to suckle you and lick you and touch your whole body. I want to make you swear and buck and writhe under me until you can barely breathe.'

'Oh god Vicki yes!'

'Imagine me there Babe, my head between your thighs as I suck your clit into my mouth, my fingers slipping in and out of you, caressing you inside, softly to start with but getting harder and firmer the more your hips move with me.'

'Grnnnnff' 

'Just the thought of devouring you as I play with myself has me so turned on Jo and I'm so close to coming; come with me Baby, let me hear you.'

There were squeals and whimpers and moans from both us as we let our imaginations carry us along with the moment, the image of my beautiful Jo's face in rapture fuelling my own release as a powerful orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me breathless and sweaty.

'Mmmmmm morning gorgeous, that was a nice way to start my day!'

'Oh yeah, back atcha Babe!'

We'd been on the phone for an hour before we finally managed to tear ourselves away and when I finally stepped into the shower I had a huge grin on my face. Not just because I'd just had it confirmed in the nicest way that Jo was missing me and needed me as much as I did her, but because it seemed that she'd gotten a little more adventurous than she used to be.

Jo had travelled regularly when she was working in the corporate world, often staying away in hotels for a few days at a time and much as we'd spoken on the phone every night, declaring how much we loved and missed each other, we had never once indulged ourselves with phone sex.

This was an interesting development and I couldn't help wondering what else she'd be willing to try. Damn I couldn't wait to be with her again to find out!

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. After consulting with several estate agents I decided to sell my flat in London as even though the property market was slow right now, I had bought it enough years ago and at a good enough price, that even with the slump I could almost double my investment.

It wasn't going to be enough money to live on forever but it would provide me with a big enough comfort zone that even if I didn't find work in Cornwall for a couple of years I'd be ok if I was frugal; and if I did find work fairly quickly then I could invest the rest in Cornwall where property prices were much cheaper.

This was fine in itself except that it meant dealing with estate agents. I'm sure there are some very nice people who happen to be estate agents -- unfortunately, none of them operate in my local area and the unending stream of slightly slimy, arrogant young men that traipsed around my flat, sucking their teeth and trying to convince me that their agency would do the best job was infuriating!

I eventually managed to negotiate a suitable agreement with 2 estate agents (a little bit of competition never hurts!) and crossed my fingers that the sale would happen quickly and with a minimum of fuss as I wasn't in a chain.

During phone calls with Jo we worked out what furniture we would keep and move to Cornwall and what I would get rid of. Most of it was functional and had no sentimental value but the bed was definitely coming with me -- especially as I still had Jo's comments about tying me to it running though my head!

On the Saturday night I went out for a meal and drinks with some close friends so that I could break the news to them. Most of them were happy for Jo and me but one of my friends was initially furious with me. She couldn't understand how I could make such a drastic move and leave myself open to Jo dumping me again. She'd never really forgiven Jo for the way she deserted me and wasn't at all happy that I was making myself vulnerable to her again.

I knew her argument had it's merits and that she was only trying to look out for me, I was taking a gamble after all but isn't every major choice we make in life a gamble to some degree? Eventually after I'd explained our reunion in more detail she came to accept the fact that it was a chance I had to take, whilst making me promise that if it didn't work out I'd come back to London and stay with her while I sorted myself out. It was good that I had such wonderful friends who were willing to support me, especially since they'd seen the mess I was in the last time Jo and I broke up.

When Monday dawned I made a point of getting into the office early. I knew I'd have a weeks worth of emails to catch up on and I also had an important task to perform -- I had to write my letter of resignation!

By the time I sauntered into see Zoe, my manager, at lunchtime I had just about caught up with the backlog and was feeling quite relaxed. She looked at me curiously, her head tipped slightly to one side.

'Hey Vicki, good holiday?'

'Yeah, great thanks. In fact that's why I'm here; I need to talk to you about something.'

She ushered me into one of the comfy chairs around her coffee table, poured us both a cup of the obscenely strong coffee that seemed to be her staple diet and sat opposite me.

'Ok spill the beans.'

I removed the envelope from my pocket and handed it to her, trying to hide the smile that was creeping across my face as she pulled the typed sheet from inside.

As she read it her mouth gaped open in shock and surprise. She looked at me, read the letter again and then looked at me again, finally managing to regain her composure.

'What the hell? Vicki, why didn't you tell me you were looking for another job? There are openings coming up here in a few weeks that you'd be eligible to apply for if you need a change or more money, I'd be happy to put in a good word.'

She looked hurt that I hadn't spoken to her and I understood why, we'd been working together for 5 years and we got along well; we worked well together as a team and we had a good personal relationship too. She may have been my boss but she was also my friend, so I knew this would come as a bolt from the blue.

'I wasn't looking, in fact I don't have another job to go to but I am having a bit of a lifestyle change.'

'Oh Christ! Don't tell me you've turned straight and you're marrying a sugar daddy?!' 

'Hardly!' I snorted with laughter 'I bumped into Jo when I was on holiday and, well, we're getting back together and I'm moving to Cornwall to be with her.'

Once again she sat there slack jawed as the news sunk in and I could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered the news. I expected a similar reaction from Zoe to the one I'd received on Saturday, as she'd also witnessed the fallout from last time and had covered for me admirably when I wasn't able to do my job properly.

Eventually she leaned back into her chair and looked straight into my eyes. There was no anger or resentment but she did have questions.

'Are you sure about this Vicki?'

'Yes, I am. I have a second shot at happiness and I'd never forgive myself if I didn't give it my best shot.'

'And you're absolutely sure that Jo loves you as much as you love her?'

'Yes, I'm sure.'

'And you know she's not going to break your heart all over again?'

'No --I can't know that for certain but I do know that she's prepared to try and she's even willing to upset her parents to give our love the best chance possible.'

Zoe climbed out of her chair and came to kneel in front of me, wrapping her arms around me and enfolding me in her embrace.

'Then all I can do is wish you both the very best of luck and I hope you'll invite me down to visit some time. God I'm going to miss you Vicki and where the hell am I going to find someone to replace you?'

I realised that Zoe was crying and I was immensely touched to have her understanding and her support. By the time I left her office we had agreed that if I could find a suitable replacement and get them trained early enough, then I could shorten my notice period, allowing me to move to Cornwall earlier than expected.

The week flew by. My days were full of recruitment activity and organising everything to make sure that my handover to the new starter would go smoothly; my evenings invariably involved showing at least one prospective buyer around my flat.

By the time Friday afternoon rolled around I was wound as tightly as a spring, knowing that in a few hours I would be in Jo's arms again. I left work at lunchtime, running down to my pre packed car that was waiting in the car park and started the long drive down to where my love was waiting for me.

Mercifully the journey was uneventful and by 5.30 that evening I was pulling into Jo's drive. I let myself into the cottage to be greeted by Buster in that enthusiastic way that young Labradors do, barely managing to stay on my feet as he jumped up and licked my face.

There was a note in the kitchen from Jo informing me that if she was still out when I got there, to either make myself comfortable or join her at the café, so I took a quick shower, dressed and towel dried my hair and took off down the road at a jog, eager to see the woman who held my heart.

When I got there I could see her through the windows and a pang of intense jealousy flooded my body. The furniture had all been removed to facilitate the redecoration and she was stood in the middle of the empty café, her arms wound tightly around a tall man who was hugging her back tightly, his head resting against Jo's very intimately.

I felt like a voyeur as I watched him lift Jo's chin and plant a kiss on her mouth. It wasn't a deep kiss but it was definitely more than a friendly kiss and I felt my stomach twist into knots as I stood watching.

I didn't know what to do. Part of me felt like turning around and fleeing back to London but another part, thankfully a stronger part, demanded an explanation for this blatant display of affection, so I opened the door to the café, the little bell above the door announcing my presence.

I think I expected them to spring apart guiltily but they didn't, they just moved so that they were standing side by side with their arms around each other's waist until Jo turned fully enough to see who had entered, at which point she covered the short distance between us in a few strides of her long legs and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me in a much more passionate way than she had kissed him.

My emotions were all over the place and I didn't return the kiss in the way Jo had expected, causing her to pull back from me and look into my eyes, her eyebrow cocked in a quizzical manner.

'Hey Babe, what's up?'

'Hi' I muttered back, looking over her shoulder at the man, now busying himself clearing up dust sheets and paint pots.

Jo frowned at me, kissed me briefly again and then smiled, grabbing my arm and dragging me across the room to where the man was tidying.

'Vicki, I want you to meet Dan. I've told you about Dan -- he's the man I was engaged to briefly and he just happens to be the best painter and decorator in this area; he also gives me a good discount!'

Ok, so now I was thoroughly stumped! I had just caught Jo kissing her ex boyfriend and she seemed so blasé about it that I was completely confused; I had no idea what was going on and therefore had no idea if I should be upset, jealous, angry, indignant -- or if I was making a big deal out of nothing.

To my surprise Dan took the initiative and walked over to me, shaking my hand briefly before pulling me into a hug I wasn't expecting.

'Hi, you must be Vicki, it's really nice to meet the woman who's stolen Jo away from me!' he said with an enormous grin on his face! This was getting more confusing by the second!

'Urm hi, nice to meet you too.' I stammered, at a loss for anything else to say.

'Jo just told me that you two have got back together again and I'm really happy for you both. I admit that when Jo broke up with me I wasn't exactly pleased but when she explained about the love you two shared I knew I couldn't compete and I'm so glad you've found each other again. I'm sure I'll see you around soon.'

He kissed my cheek, kissed Jo's cheek and walked out of the door, leaving the little bell tinkling in his wake as I stood there completely dumfounded, my mouth hanging open.

'What the hell just happened Jo?'

'Well, you walked in at a badly timed moment, jumped to all the wrong conclusions and got all jealous. Now can I have a proper kiss please?'

It wasn't a question and she gathered me into her arms and claimed my lips once more, her tongue leading mine in a dance that gave me no option but to reciprocate. She had one hand in the middle of my back and the other on my arse, pulling me tightly against her and I melted into her body, sighing deeply as Jo broke the kiss and started nuzzling my neck.

'I'm sorry if I upset you Babe but you have no reason to be jealous. Dan is a good man and we broke up on good terms and are friends; you looked like a deer caught in headlights when you walked through the door.'

'I'm sorry Jo but it was a shock. I came running down here to meet you and found you in the arms of a man who proceeded to kiss you; what the hell was I supposed to think?'

I knew I'd come across as a bit stroppy but damn! How the hell was I supposed to react?

'Vicki, you have to trust me. There is no one else that I want -- just you. Dan is a friend and I think you two are going to get on like a house on fire when you get to know him; you actually have a lot in common. Now can we drop this and go and eat? I'm starving!'

The rest of the evening was wonderful and I started to feel ashamed of the way I had reacted with such a lack of trust. I was going to have to start really believing that Jo loved me and only me and show some faith in her.


Lost and Found Ch. 02



Jo regaled me with her plans for the café -- it was to remain a café during the day but she knew a young, talented, local chef who was looking for his own restaurant, so she had come up with the idea of installing some clever lighting and decoration that allowed the café to be turned into a cosy and intimate restaurant in the evenings. The chef got his first restaurant at a reasonable rent while Jo got extra income from the premises without having to work longer hours -- genius!

After we'd eaten we wandered back to Jo's place via a local pub where we had a few drinks and by the time we got in through the front door I was shattered from the long day and the drive down.

I had been looking forward to making love with Jo all week but I fell into bed and by the time she emerged from the bathroom I was already asleep.

I awoke in the morning to a very pleasant sensation. I was lying on my back and Jo was tucked tightly into my side, licking and suckling gently on my left nipple while caressing the other one with her fingers. I could feel the wetness between my thighs and couldn't help but wonder how long she's been paying me this wonderful attention while I slept.

'Morning Honey, I thought you'd never wake up.' She purred on seeing my eyes open.

'Mmmm good morning to you too' I grinned as I indulged myself in a long and satisfying stretch that had the added bonus of arching my back and pushing my nipple back against those sweet lips.

Jo rolled on top of me and kissed me deeply as her hands caressed my sides and hips. I enfolded her in my arms, holding her naked body as close to mine as was possible, wrapping my legs around her thighs and trapping her in place as our tongues performed a sensuous waltz.

Jo broke the kiss and started to move down my body, planting little kisses and nips along my neck, collar bone and the tops of my breasts but I knew where she was headed and suddenly I was starving. The need I had felt all week rushed back in a tidal wave of lust and I wasn't content to merely receive; I hungered to have my fill too.

'Turn around Jo' She looked into my eyes and smiled a wicked smile that had me quivering like jelly, before sitting up on the bed and swinging her leg over me to straddle my face.

I gazed up at her puffy lips, already slick with nectar, her scent drawing me in as a moth to a flame, shoving another pillow under my head to allow me to reach better as I extended my tongue and took a long swipe from her exposed clit down in between her lips, tickling her perineum with the tip and making her squirm above me.

I pulled her hips down so that I could suck her labia into my mouth, manipulating them with my lips but releasing them after a while to drive my hot, wet tongue deeply into her waiting pussy just as her lips found my clit and sucked it deeply into her mouth; her tongue lashed my bud viciously, wonderfully, magically, making it hard to retain any concentration on what I was doing.

Her taste as I wiggled my tongue inside her was amazing and I felt her shiver as I groaned into her gaping sex, but I needed to come badly and I wanted Jo there with me when I did, so I moved my mouth to her engorged clit and suckled hard as I used 2 crossed fingers to caress her inner walls, grazing her sweet spot on every other pass and making her hips buck against my face.

My own body was receiving similar treatment with Jo's mouth and fingers lifting me higher and higher as she played my body in the way that only she could.

It wasn't long before we were both clinging onto each others hips for dear life as we humped and writhed against each other and as I heard and felt Jo begin to moan in earnest I let go, my orgasm tearing through my body like a tidal wave as Jo's thighs tensed above me, drenching my face in her essence.

We snuggled back under the covers together, our mouths sticky as we kissed slowly and lovingly, our passion abated enough for now to allow us do doze off again wrapped securely in each other's arms.

Jo and I spent a lot of time talking that weekend, trying to work out the logistics of my escape from London coupled with the impending launch of Jo's revamped café and restaurant.

Jo understood that I wasn't going to be able to travel down from London every weekend as the journey was just too long and tiring and I had to concentrate on wrapping things up at home, but now also wasn't a good time for her to be leaving Cornwall either, so we were going to have to cope with being apart for a little while.

We also decided that it was best if Jo waited until after the café opening to tell her parents about us. She wanted to be able to invite them to the launch so that she could show them that her decision to leave the corporate world was a sound one and it would be easier if their thoughts weren't clouded by other issues.

The rest of the weekend was spent walking hand in hand along the beach with Buster bounding in and out of the surf and harassing the gulls, sampling the local seafood, or in bed. Sometimes just laying snuggled up together and chatting and at other times mercilessly driving each other to heights of ecstasy.

On Sunday lunchtime our parting was even more painful than the week before, as we knew it would be at least 2 weeks until we saw each other again. 

By the time I pulled up outside my flat in London I was tired and emotional; I was beginning to resent my previously loved home as it represented time that had to be spent away from Jo and even though I had previously enjoyed my own company, now I craved the companionship that could only be supplied by a lover and partner.

During the next week at work I had some good fortune. I was chatting to the manager of our finance department during lunch on the Monday and he mentioned that his sister was looking for work. Having quizzed him about his sister's previous experience I was keen for her to apply for the position I was leaving and having received her CV on the Wednesday I was happy to offer her an interview.

She turned up a few minutes early for her appointment on the Friday looking every inch the part and after 30 minutes I was convinced that she could do the job, so I arranged for her to have a follow up interview with Zoe on Monday. She was keen to start as soon as possible, so if all went well and Zoe approved of her, I could possibly leave in 3 or 4 weeks!

I had to miss out on drinks with the girls on Friday evening as I'd had a call from an estate agent who had someone desperate to view the flat, so with some resentment I rushed home to tidy up prior to their arrival.

The woman arrived early and before she'd even seen half of the rooms she was already showing signs of being seriously interested and by the time she'd seen the whole flat she was hooked! I didn't want to get too excited just in case she changed her mind but as I showed her out of the door 45 minutes later she was already talking about how she would redecorate and was referring to the place as hers. The icing on the cake was finding out that she was a cash buyer due to divorce and wasn't in a chain. YES!!!

I walked back into my kitchen and stared disconsolately into the fridge, trying to locate enough ingredients to create some sort of a meal but as I hadn't had time to do any shopping my options consisted of a cheese omelette or a pot noodle, neither of which was overly appealing.

As I was rummaging around in a kitchen drawer for take away menus I was distracted by the doorbell, so I walked to the front door cursing under my breath about all the things I was going to do if it was someone trying to sell me something.

I pulled the door open ready to be combative if necessary to find Jo on my doorstep! She rushed into my arms, pushing me backwards, kicking the door closed behind her and smothering my mouth with hers in one fluid movement -- all before I'd had a chance to say a word!

Eventually we broke the kiss due to lack of air and I stepped back and held her at arms length, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

'Why didn't you tell me you were coming?'

'I missed you and it was a spur of the moment decision, you don't mind do you?'

'God no, of course I don't mind. It's fabulous to see you! I was just about to order something to eat, are you hungry?'

'Starving! Is that excellent little Turkish restaurant still down the road, can we go there? I'm buying!'

There was an immense sense of déjà vu as we walked to the restaurant arm in arm. It was a journey we had made many times together in the past and I felt very smug to have the opportunity to do it again.

Jo deciding to drive for 5 hours and turning up out of the blue to surprise me had filled my heart will glee and we all but skipped down the road we were so happy to be in each other's company.

We ate well and drank far too much wine, leaving the restaurant a little tipsy, so we decided to get a cab home with Jo snuggled up against my side for the short journey and by the time we got home she was asleep on my shoulder.

I paid the driver and woke her gently, leading her inside and straight to bed. Once under the covers and naked in each other's arms she kissed me gently.

'You know I was quite cross with you last week when you fell asleep without making love to me but I'm so tired after the drive I understand now. Would you mind if we just cuddled and slept tonight?'

'Jo my love, I was expecting to sleep alone tonight so just holding you in my arms is a massive bonus!'

She kissed me sleepily, her tongue lazily playing with mine as her eyes started to droop, so I gathered her into my body and lay her head in the crook of my shoulder where she fell asleep almost instantly. I followed her almost immediately, lost in the feeling of having my soul mate snuggled up in my arms.

Last Saturday I had woken up to Jo sucking my nipples, this Saturday I was woken up by her leaping onto the bed and squashing me!

'Hey sleepy head, I've been up for ages come on wake up!' she squealed like an excited child as my eyes tried to focus.

I could smell a combination of the cafetiere of strong coffee that Jo had set on the bedside table, mixed with shower gel and shampoo. Suddenly my eyes flew open as Jo leaned down to kiss me, her long, cold, wet hair landing on my sleep warmed face, neck and chest -- a rude awakening indeed!

I obviously didn't respond quickly enough and her hands shot under the duvet and tickled me until I was begging for her to stop before I wet myself.

Eventually I squirmed out from under her, laughingly scolding her to pour the coffee as I ran to the bathroom to relieve my bladder.

Jo had got back into bed so I climbed in with her, gratefully accepting a mug of coffee and we sat there chatting until the coffee was gone.

I asked her what she wanted to do today -- I had assumed that as she rarely visited London that she might want to catch up with some old friends, maybe go to a museum or go shopping on Oxford Street.

'Actually I'd rather stay here if that's ok? I can help you pack some things and take them back with me tomorrow if you like? Before that though..........' And she pounced!

She must have brought the silk scarves with her because they sure as hell weren't mine! I'm stronger than Jo but she was a woman on a mission and she had the element of surprise in her favour. In mere seconds she had secured both my wrists to the ornate bed frame, a mischievous grin on her face.

She yanked the duvet cover off onto the floor and stood there appraising me as I lay helpless on the bed. As for me -- I was instantly soaked! I had no idea what Jo had in mind for me but I knew I was going to like it!

I in turn was watching her naked form as she prowled around the bed like a panther deciding on how to devour her prey; just the look in her eyes was enough to send shivers of delight up my spine.

She sat next to me on the bed, lightly tracing patterns all over my body with her finger tips until I was shivering in anticipation, my whole body covered in goose bumps. 

She lay down on top of me, parting my thighs so she could rest in between them, her breasts against mine as she kissed me slowly, sensuously; moving just out of my reach every time I tried to deepen it.

I wanted to hold her, to wrap my arms around her and press her naked body against mine but the scarves were tied tightly and my arms were held fast.

She sucked on my neck, knowing that I loved the feeling but hated having visible hickies, leaving her mark on me as if to claim me as her own, watching my eyes as if daring me to challenge her.

She moved lower, kissing my throat and all over my tits, briefly running her tongue over the tips of each nipple but moving on too quickly for me to savour the sensation.

She licked down my stomach and around the tops of my legs; a quick lick that swept the length of my slit, flicking my clit teasingly before she moved on.

I was trying not to moan, or beg, or writhe but damn! The woman was driving me insane!

She left the bed and padded over to my chest of drawers, opening the top drawer and reaching into the back, knowing what she would find there.

'Hmmmm this one I think' as she selected one of the three toys that were nestled in the back of the drawer. She turned the base, checking that the batteries were fresh, running the vibrating phallus over her nipples as her eyes bored into me.

The sight was mesmerising and as she slipped the toy lower and allowed it to play lightly between her lips I could see her own need as clearly as I felt my own. She pulled the toy away and I saw the plastic glistening and knew she was as wet as me.

She walked back to the head of the bed and held it just in front of my mouth, allowing me to lick her juices from it, knowing it would drive me insane, before running the toy over my body as she had hers.

Kneeling between my legs once more she played the vibe over my nipples in turn until they were so hard it was almost painful, at which point she sucked them alternately into her mouth, biting them gently until I cried out in a mixture of joy and pain.

When she moved away again I was ready to beg, to cry, to do anything she asked just to have her touch me again, for her to make me cum.

'Please Jo, PLEASE!' I whimpered, my breath catching in my throat.

She continued to suckle at my nipples as she played the toy down my body, over my tummy, between my legs but never with enough pressure! I tried to lift myself up, to press my skin against the roving toy but with my hands tied above my head I had very little leverage and she easily pushed me back down again with her hand.

She teased me in this fashion for an eternity. Ok, it was probably only a few minutes but it felt like forever until she finally took pity on my trembling, quivering body and pressed the head of the vibe against my lower lips, resting it just against my opening.

'You want this?' she asked cockily with an arched eyebrow.

I nodded enthusiastically, my mouth too dry to form words.

Settling herself on her knees between my thighs she watched as if fascinated as the 8 inch toy slid into my well lubricated snatch, eliciting a moan of pure desire as I felt it fill me, the gentle vibration causing me to clench around it as if I never wanted it to leave -- which I didn't.

She sat watching as she gently pulled it most of the way out then slid it back in again, over and over and over again. 

I was on fire. I needed to cum, I needed her to fuck me hard, and yet I never, ever wanted this slow, exquisite torture to stop.

I heard Jo moan and lifted my head to see Jo's fingers gently rubbing her clit in time with her slow thrusts into me, the sight pure deliciousness as I watched her smear her juices all over her hard nub.

Her breathing was almost as fast as mine and when she knew she wasn't far away she increased the speed of the hand on her clit and pushed the toy in and out of me faster and faster, deeper and deeper until I was crying out, calling her name, desperate for release and when I thought I could take no more she lowered her head and sucked my clit into her mouth.

'FUCK! Christ Jo, yes, don't stop, don't stop, aaaarrrggghh!!!' as I convulsed so hard I thought I would shoot the toy across the room, her mouth on my clit sending vibrations from her own orgasm straight through me and prolonging my high even further.

Jo collapsed with her head on my thigh and the biggest fucking grin on her face that I'd ever seen.

Eventually, as our breathing returned to normal she crawled up my body and kissed me; a searing kiss that had me wanting her again, had me needing to free my hands and possess her body as she had done mine. She saw me starting to struggle at my bonds and admonished me.

'Tsk, tsk! What makes you think I've finished with you yet?' her tone cocky and playful.

I was about to answer her when we were rudely interrupted by the doorbell.

'Expecting company?'

I looked over at the clock and nearly had a heart attack!

'Shit Jo, I'd completely forgotten, there's a couple here to view the flat!'

We stared at each other for a long moment before we burst out laughing. Jo jokingly threatened to leave me tied to the bed but she undid one of my wrists, leapt off the bed and into my dressing gown and rushed up the stairs, leaving me to untie the other arm and make myself presentable.

By the time Jo had let them in and shown them into the kitchen, inviting them to show themselves around and suggested that they view the upstairs and garden first I was dressed, so I ran upstairs so Jo could also dress.

I thought we'd got away with it until some time later when they emerged from the bedroom smirking to themselves. It wasn't until after they'd left that I ventured into the bedroom and realised that the scarves were still tied to the bed and my bright purple, sparkly, 8 inch vibe was laying in full view on the bed!

Watching Jo drive away the following morning, her car packed with my belongings, was just as painful as me leaving her in Cornwall. We had had a wonderful time together and I was even more determined to make the move as fast as possible -- I just couldn't stand the pain of parting from her after every weekend.

The next week was a blur. Zoe was very happy with the way the interview went on Monday and arranged for my replacement to start on Wednesday. I had 2 weeks to train her and then I was free!

The woman who viewed my flat on Friday rang the estate agent and placed an offer. It was a little less than the asking price but not too low, so I accepted as long as we could complete quickly.

I talked to Jo every night and she was pleased with the way the café / restaurant design had worked out. The launch was the following Saturday and her parents would be attending but as they were used to a little luxury they had opted to stay in a hotel, leaving it clear for me to stay with Jo -- result!

When I arrived in Cornwall on Friday evening with another car load of my belongings Jo was running around in headless chicken mode. She had always been so calm, organised and in control that it was hilarious watching her flapping over last minute details for the opening.

Dan arrived to help us move all of the tables and furnishings into place and by 9pm we were finished, so we all went to the pub to celebrate.

Jo was right -- Dan was a really nice guy and we did have a lot in common. We were both passionate rugby supporters and both rode Honda motorbikes; I found chatting to him so easy that after a while Jo told us off because she was feeling left out of the conversation!

Jo was still pretty keyed up about the next day when we got back to her house, so I made her strip and lay on the bed while I gave her a massage. It was sensual rather than sexual and soon enough it had the desired effect and I could hear Jo's breathing change as she relaxed into much needed sleep, so I wiped the excess massage oil from her back, undressed and climbed into bed with her, pulling the duvet up to cover us both.




Lost and Found Ch. 02



Jo spent most of the next day cooking the new dishes that she'd added to the café's original menu. She was doing this at home as the chef was using the café kitchen and the whole house smelled amazing!

She kept me usefully employed washing and chopping vegetables, loading the dishwasher and walking Buster who was also enamoured by the cooking smells and kept getting under her feet.

By 3pm all of the preparations were complete and we took everything down to the café and started setting out trays of champagne glasses ready for the opening later. There was a brief panic as the wine merchant hadn't arrived yet but a short and curt phone call by Jo had him on the doorstep in minutes -- he even threw in some free wine as an apology!

We just about had time to run home to shower and change and having promised Jo I'd help out by making sure the guests all had something to eat and drink I thought I'd better look the part; I walked downstairs in a tailored dinner suit, complete with cufflinks and dickie bow and when I found Jo in the kitchen feeding Buster she looked up at me and wolf whistled.

'My god you look hot in that!' and she walked around me in a circle, scrutinising me from every angle and straightening my tie, a big smile on her face.

'You don't look so bad yourself!' Jo was wearing a stunning, red, evening dress that reached almost to the floor. Her back was almost completely bare and there was a daring slit up her right thigh that stopped just low enough to make you long for more.

I tried to run my hand up her stocking clad thigh but she slapped my hand away.

'Please don't start anything now Baby or I'll be late for my own launch party!' she laughed as she kissed me noisily on the lips, leaving her lipstick on my mouth.

We had only just entered the café when the guests started arriving. She had invited all of the local business people, the local press, the mayor and a smattering of local councillors. There was also a board outside of the café inviting anyone that passed by to come in for a free glass of champagne and to sample the food on offer.

The promise of free food and booze had obviously paid off and the space was filling quickly so I didn't actually notice that Jo's parents had arrived until I offered them a fresh glass of champagne from the tray I was carrying.

I had only met them a couple of times and Jo's dad didn't recognise me at all but her Mum did; she laid a hand on my shoulder to stop me as I was about to walk away from them.

'It's Victoria isn't it? Joanna's flatmate from London?' I fucking hated being called Victoria as it wasn't my name! I had been Christened Vicki, so it really pissed me off when people assumed I'd shortened it from Victoria.

Bite your tongue girl; this is not the time to annoy Jo's folks!

'Vicki, yes. You're Jo's parents right? We met a couple of times about 3 or 4 years ago.'

I knew exactly when the 2 times we'd met in the past were but I wasn't going to make a big deal of it, especially as Jo's mum was eyeing up my eminently male attire with a pretty unfriendly look in her eye.

'I didn't realise you two were still in contact.' There was a definite tone of dislike in her voice but as she looked down her nose at everyone who didn't earn a six figure salary -- I tried not to take it personally.

I was aware of a presence behind me and turned to see Jo, grateful that she had come to rescue me.

'I bumped into Vicki on the beach a few weeks ago when she was here on holiday and it was lovely to catch up with her again. Now come with me Mother, there's someone I'd like you to meet.' And with that she steered her parents across the room to introduce them to the mayor, who was bound to impress them a whole lot more than I was!

Dan tapped a fork against a champagne flute, the crystal ringing out across the room and causing a hush. I looked up at Jo and found she was smiling at me like she knew something I didn't. I smiled back and waited to hear the announcement that Dan was making.

'Ladies, gentlemen and local dignitaries -- please gather outside the front door, it's time to unveil the new signage.' And with that everyone shuffled out through the door and stood looking expectantly at the tarpaulin that was covering the café name.

Jo stood under the sign and announced as they'd been so many changes to the café it seemed fitting to have a new name as well. She then came to stand directly behind me and I felt her fingers lace through mine, hidden by the crowd of people, as she signalled to Dan to pull the rope.

The tarpaulin fell away with a swoosh revealing the new name -- JoVial

'Jovial! What lovely name for a café where you want people to enjoy themselves!' was the general chorus. The only dissenting voice came, of course, from Jo's mum.

'You'll have to get the sign writers back -- they've put a capital V in the middle of the word!' she said with horror in her voice; you'd think someone had died by the look on her snobbish face.

'I know Mother, It's deliberate! It was suggested by the designers as a way of having my name ("and yours", she whispered into my ear as she squeezed my hand) as part of the café name, without changing the word too much. It's artistic Mother!'

Fortunately, everyone else seemed to like it so the evil witch (as I'd come to think of Jo's mum) was forced into silence. I on the other hand was astounded that Jo had incorporate me into her café in this way and I wanted so badly to hug and kiss her so much but now wasn't the time.

We were swept apart as the crowd moved back inside and I resumed my role as waiter as Jo schmoozed the local hierarchy with promises of how good the new menu was going to be.

Although we didn't manage to talk much, all through the evening I felt Jo's eyes burning into me and I often caught her looking at me with so much love in her eyes and more than a little lust. At one point as we passed each other we managed to grab a quick word.

'You need to stop looking at me like that you know or the wicked w...., sorry -- I mean your mum will catch on!' but I was smiling as I said it, I loved the looks she was giving me and the promise they held.

'I know but you look so good in that suit I just want to eat you!'

'Hmmmm later Babe, later.' And with that we were parted again as someone quizzed Jo about her recipe for blueberry cheesecake.

By about 10pm people had started to drift away and as is often the case with these things, once a few people leave, everyone else takes it as a sign to go.

Jo, Dan and I were standing chatting when her parents walked up to announce their departure.

'Joanna darling' crooned the witch 'It's been a lovely evening but your Father and I are tired now so we're going back to the hotel to rest.'

I was silently cheering but I managed to keep my face passive.

'I have to say it's a very nice little café if you like that sort of thing.' She kissed the air about an inch away from both of Jo's cheeks and moved aside to let her husband say goodbye.

Jo's dad obviously wasn't quite as stuffy as her mum. He gave her a genuinely big and hearty hug, holding her tightly as he quietly said his farewells.

'Don't mind your mother Jojo; you know how she can be. I think it's a great little place and I know you'll make a huge success of it but you have to promise me, if things go wrong and you need money you come to me first, ok?'

Jo hugged him back and nodded her assent before he was almost forcibly dragged out of the door by her mum.

Dan had volunteered to stay and help clear up and he did a fantastic job of ushering the last few stragglers out of the door, tactfully leaving Jo and I alone for the first time in hours while he cleared the outside tables.

We stood in the middle of the café amongst the chaos of dirty plates and glasses, wondering where to start first, as Jo wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed the back of my neck.

'You were fantastic tonight Vicki, you did a damn fine job of making sure no one had an empty glass all night -- I think there may be a few sore heads in the morning.'

'Glad to help Babe, the way you were networking I think you're going to be fully booked for months to come!' and I leaned back against her tall frame, wrapping my arms around hers as they encircled my waist.

She turned me around and looked into my eyes, the love she felt for me written all over her face, making me feel so cherished.

'You mean we'll be fully booked. Vicki you own a 30% share in this place.'

'Huh?' I stammered in a most unintelligent manner.

'I was trying to find a way to prove to you that I really meant what I said about making this work and never letting you go again, so I've given you a part of my business. I don't expect you to work here, I know it's not really your cup of tea, but it was the only thing of real value that I had to offer you.'

I knew I had tears rolling down my face but I was unable to remove my hands from Jo's waist to wipe them away. I tried to talk but I was so overwhelmed that all that came out was a croak, so I kissed her instead.

It was a gentle kiss, a loving kiss, a kiss that I hoped would portray all of the emotion that I was finding it impossible to verbalise at that moment, and as Jo wound her fingers into the short hair at my nape and kissed me back, it turned into something truly beautiful.

Jo and I had kissed so many times in the past but never, ever like this. It was as if our entire souls were being shared in that one moment, a true bonding of hearts and spirit that left us both speechless for a long moment when we finally parted to breathe.

'Jo, I don't know what to say!' 

'Say that you'll stay with me forever. Say that we'll grow old together. Say that even if times get tough we'll always fight through it together as a team. Just say that you love me Vicki.'

'Oh Jo, I'll always be here with you and I will always love you with all my heart and soul. I'm nothing without you, you complete me and together we're invincible!'

We held each other tightly, clinging onto each other as a drowning man would cling to driftwood, never wanting to let go but eventually Jo pulled back slightly and smiled at me.

'You'll love me with your heart and soul huh?'

'Yep!' I grinned back

'And what about you body, will you love me with that too?'

'Oh yes, especially with my body!'

We kissed again but it was en entirely different kiss to that of moments ago. That kiss held the promise of a long future spent loving and cherishing each other. This kiss held the promise of extremely hot sex in the very immediate future, our tongues dancing together as our hands started to roam. We were interrupted by the tinkling of the bell above the door as Dan burst into the room, his eyes wide with panic.

'Jo! Your Mum forgot her........' but it was too late.

We turned to find Jo's parents standing the other side of the plate glass window watching us. Her Dad just looked somewhat bemused but her Mum! My god, if looks really could kill I would have been a pile of ash on the café floor!

It was as if time itself stood still as we watched the witch's face turn puce as she fumed. We could see her lips moving but couldn't hear what she was saying -- I think we could probably guess though, as the animosity emanating from her body language spoke volumes.

Eventually, Jo moved forward just as her mum shoved the door open and stormed into the room, her husband trailing meekly behind as if unsure of what to do.

'Get out now!' she spat at me 'you too!' as she included Dan in her tirade.

I looked at Jo but she shook her head gently, reaching out for my hand and pulling me into her side. Dan, bless him, came and stood behind both of us, offering an obvious sign of moral support that was very much appreciated.

The witch grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away from Jo but I shook her off and stood my ground.

'Mother, you can say what you like but there's no reason for Vicki and Dan to leave, I have no secrets from either of them so you can say your piece in front of them, if you have to say anything at all.'

'How could you?' she roared 'what is this, some kind of kinky ménage a trios? You were brought up better than this my girl!'

I could feel Jo shaking at my side but her voice was strong, controlled and clear when she answered.

'No Mother. Vicki and I are a couple and she's the love of my life. Thanks to your overbearing and controlling nature I lost her for three years but fate brought us back together; you're not tearing us apart again. Dan is a very good friend who fortunately is a lot less judgemental than you are.'

'You did this!' she hissed at me, her forefinger jabbing into my shoulder as she spoke 'You've turned my daughter against me!'

'No she hasn't Mother. I'm not against you but I won't have you trying to dictate who I am, how I live or who I share my life with. I'm still your daughter. I'm still the same person that I've always been, except that I refuse to lie any more. I'm sorry you found out this way but you had to know at some point. I'm an adult and I'm quite capable of making my own decisions.'

'You stupid bitch! You think you can make a successful business being queer? You're an unnatural aberration, no one will want to know you let alone do business with you!' she was like a cobra spitting venom and Jo recoiled visibly.

I took a step forward but Dan pulled me back, standing in front of Jo and I, his tall frame towering over Jo's mother menacingly.

'Fortunately you're wrong woman. I don't know what archaic era you get your values from but the people around here know and love Jo for who she is and Vicki is a lovely person too. They are very, very much in love and their friends will see this and recognise it for the pure emotion that it is. The only aberration going on here is your outdated opinion that anyone who doesn't conform to your ridiculous standards is in the wrong, when actually it's you that needs to change!'

The witch was dumfounded. She stood still, her eyes smouldering at Dan but momentarily lost for words, her jaw working but no sound coming out.

I had forgotten all about Jo's Dad until I heard his quiet voice.

'I think we should go back to the hotel, don't you?' and he grasped the witches arm and tried to steer her away.

'I'm not going anywhere until we sought this mess out!'

'What mess?' he actually looked slightly smug at standing up to this dragon of a woman, I suspected he didn't do it very often 'As far as I can see our daughter seems perfectly happy. She has good friends, a wonderful new business and has been reunited with the person she loves; what's to sort out?'

She spun around to face him, her anger deflected from us briefly. 

'You lily livered excuse for a man! For once in your life stand up for something you believe in and make the girl see sense.'

'I am standing up for what I believe in. I believe that every adult has the right to live their life the way they want to as long as they're not harming anyone else. I also believe in Jo's happiness and until you came storming in here like a rogue elephant she looked very happy indeed. Now either come back to the hotel with me now or take the car keys and drive all the way home on your own; either way leave Jo alone and let her enjoy the rest of her night.'

The witch obviously wasn't used to this treatment and certainly wasn't expecting it from her husband; she looked even more stunned when he elbowed her out of the way and came and stood in front of Jo and I.

'You don't make my life any easier Jojo!' but he was smiling 'I wish you all the luck and happiness in the world my darling.'

After giving Jo a huge hug and a big kiss on her cheek he came and stood in front of me, shaking my hand warmly.

'Nice to meet you Vicki, it's just a shame it was under these circumstances. Look after my baby girl for me.' He kissed my cheek and moved to shake Dan's hand.

'You're a good man Dan, look after them both.'

He then turned to his wife and held out the car keys.

'Do you want these or are you coming to the hotel with me?' and we all stood and watched as the witch stormed out of the café followed by Jo's dad, who sauntered after her with a wave over his shoulder.

There was a huge sigh of relief from all three of us as they walked away and Jo sagged against my shoulder.

'Jesus, that was intense! Ladies, I think I'm going to go home and pour myself a large scotch and go to bed; I wish you both a very good night.'

We both hugged Dan and thanked him for his support and soon enough it was just the two of us once more.

'Oh Babe I'm so sorry that happened and ruined the end of your special evening.' As I held Jo tightly in my arms, her chin resting on my shoulder.

'I'm not, she had to know. It really wouldn't have mattered where, when or how she found out -- the reaction would've been the same. I love my Mum but I don't actually like her very much most of the time, I'm bloody proud of my dad though, I never knew he had it in him!'

'You know this won't be the end of it though; she won't just let this drop.'

'I know Vicki, but at least now it's all out in the open and I don't have to hide anymore. I can deal with the rest when it happens as long as I have your support.'

We decided to leave the rest of the clearing up until the morning and headed back to Jo's house, ambling up the cobbled streets holding hands in comfortable silence.

Exhaustion overtook us almost as soon as we got through the front door, so having let Buster out into the garden we fell into bed, wrapped in each other's arms.

We kissed deeply, our hands gently caressing each other until lust won out over our tiredness. It wasn't the torrid and carnal tryst we'd anticipated earlier but it was a sweet and gentle coming together, laying facing each other and kissing as we fingered each other slowly and deliciously.

There was no hurry or urgency, just tender touches as we wrapped our legs around each other and ground our pussies against the fingers that were buried deep inside, rocking together in a mellow unison that was reassuring in it's loving softness.

The gentle pressure on our clits applied by thumbs or palms bringing us oh so slowly into a state of arousal that seemed so much more intense for the soothing tenderness that brought it about, until finally we lay staring into each others eyes as we came. Not earth shattering, breath defying climaxes but a long, slow, drawn out release that conveyed so much love and happiness that I felt sure that my heart would melt.

We were back at the café early the next morning to meet the chef, Dan and a couple of Jo's friends who had volunteered to help clear up from the night before. Fortunately, with several pairs of hands it was all done by late morning and the café was all ready for its official opening on Monday.

Dan was a sweetie, fussing over Jo and I and making sure we were ok after the debacle with Jo's parents the night before. We invited him to lunch with us but he happily told us that he had a date and took off with a spring in his step.

Once everyone had gone and the dishwashers were finally unloaded, Jo looked into the fridge at all of the leftovers from the launch party.

'It seems a shame for these to go to waste, how about we take them down to the beach and have a picnic?'

'Now that sound like a good plan!'

We gathered up plastic containers containing all sorts of sweet and savoury goodies and headed home to collect Buster.

The day was gloriously warm so we changed into shorts and t-shirt and headed off to Jo's favourite little cove, praying it would be deserted.

We weren't disappointed. Apart from a few gulls the golden sand was empty as we laid out the blankets near some rocks to shelter us from the breeze. Buster insisted that we ran around the beach with him playing ball and Frisbee, which was fine with us. He'd been a bit neglected recently and it was fun to watch the young dog frolicking in the surf but he wore us out after an hour or so and we collapsed back onto the blankets to enjoy the sunshine.




Lost and Found Ch. 02



We lay there in silence for a while, just holding hands, until I rolled over to kiss the woman I had every intention of spending the rest of my life with. In fact I'd decided that I would propose to her, but not until I'd moved to Cornwall full time and we'd been living with each other again for a while.

Jo squinted up into my face against the sunshine and giggled.

'I know that look Vicki!' 

Of course I tried to feign innocence, but she knew me far to well.

'We're on a beach, it's a public place!'

'Yeah but it's not very public right now is it? We're the only people here and I'm sure that Buster will let us know if anyone comes to disturb us.'

'Yeah, but even so.' Her argument was weak and I knew I had her attention because her body language gave her away. Her voice may have been saying 'no' but her eyes shone with lust and she had unconsciously wrapped one of her long legs over mine, holding me tightly against her body.

'So you'd object if I was to touch you like this?' and I palmed one of her boobs, trapping her nipple between 2 fingers and squeezing gently. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel the nipple harden instantly as I manipulated it through the flimsy material of her top.

She closed her eyes as she pushed her chest against my hand, inviting me to carry on.

'Or maybe if I was to kiss you like this?' and I nibbled her neck from behind her ear, down underneath her jaw line and across the little bit of soft shoulder skin that was exposed by the loose neck of her t-shirt; all the while manipulating her tit with my hand as the nipple betrayed her excitement even further.

'Oh stop it, stop it.' She moaned playfully whilst holding my head against her neck to make sure I carried on.

'and what if I was to do this -- would that be too awful?' as I slid my free hand up her bare thigh and under the hem of her shorts, grazing her slit with my finger tips and applying just enough pressure to her clit to leave her wanting more.

'You are so brazen woman!' and she grabbed my face and mashed her lips against mine in a bruising kiss, her hips arching up against my hand, the damp material of her panties telling me just how much she wanted me to continue.

I broke the kiss long enough to make sure we really were alone, pulling Jo up into a sitting position and stripping her top over her head before she had a chance to change her mind. She lay back down on the blanket as I removed my own top and bra before laying my body on top of hers, both moaning as our sun-warmed skin melded together as we resumed kissing, our tongues and lips performing a perfectly harmonious duet that fuelled the rapidly building fire.

I slipped my hands between us and popped the button on her shorts but I had to sit up to pull them off her, gazing into her lovely face just to make sure that she really was ok with this. 3 years ago Jo would never have allowed herself to be naked in a public place but now? -- she just smiled at me and lifted her hips to make life easier for me, so I stripped off her shorts and panties, quickly followed by my own, once again glancing around to make sure our solitude was complete.

She wound those long legs around my thighs as I lay back down on top of her, our pussies and breasts connecting in a sublime way that sent little sparks coursing through my body as we moved together as one, our juices mingling as we pushed against each other and our kisses turning sloppy as our breathing became more ragged.

I had to taste her. She whimpered slightly at the loss of contact as I moved but they soon turned to moans as I took one of her nipples into my mouth on my journey south, slipping 2 fingers into her sopping snatch to keep her on edge.

I lavished attention on both of her small, hard, tight nipples but not for too long; there were other places I was neglecting and I rapidly kissed my way down her torso until I was settled comfortably between her thighs.

I removed my fingers and took long licks with my broad, flat tongue; up and down her full lips, sucking them into my mouth and delighting in the taste of Jo's essence, before stiffening the hot, wet muscle and inserting it as far as it would go into Jo's gloriously wet pussy.

Her hips arched as my tongue invaded her and the unintelligible mutterings that were issuing forth from her mouth were music to my ears, so I slipped my fingers back into her and fastened my lips around her swollen clit, sucking on it gently while lashing it with my tongue.

I thought Jo was going to kill me when I stopped and stood up, stepping over to the bag I had discarded earlier on the sand and she gave me a 'look' that her Mother would've been proud of!

Her own hand strayed to her clit as she glared at me, although the look on her face changed immediately when she saw the double ended dildo that I retrieved from the bag. She watched me intently as I inserted my portion into my aching pussy and she could barely contain her laughter as I walked toward her with the bright blue phallus jutting proudly from my groin.

I knelt down between her thighs again and teasingly ran the head of the dildo up and down her slit, removing her hand from her clit and replacing it with my own, massaging gently as I teased her.

'Oh Fuck Vicki please!'

'You want this huh?'

The growl that was her answer, coupled with the fire in her eyes was enough for me and I drove the dildo into her in one movement until the whole thing had disappeared and I had a delicious pressure against my own clit.

I lay over Jo, supporting my weight on my arms as I started to thrust gently but deeply, her hips rising to meet my thrusts as she moaned and panted beneath me.

Jo croaked 'Harder' and I upped the tempo, slamming my hips against hers and driving the toy deeper and deeper, rotating my hips slightly to change the angle and loving the screams it provoked as I hit Jo's sweet spot, over and over again.

The stimulation of my own pussy and clit was driving me to fever pitch and watching the woman I adored thrashing around beneath me almost made it too hard to contain my own imminent orgasm.

I kissed her fiercely as her nails dug into my arse cheeks and her legs locked around my thighs and with just a few more thrusts we were there. I felt her stiffen beneath me and she screamed into my mouth as it hit her. I let go too and we pushed against each other, wringing the last scrap of joy from each other as we were swept away on a tidal wave of carnal bliss.

We lay wrapped up in each other's arms and legs; a sweaty, heaving mass of sated woman, our heart beats gradually descending to a safe level as we caught our breath.

I Gradually eased out of Jo and removed the toy, tossing it onto the sand where it was instantly covered in fine, golden sand as it adhered to our combined wonderful stickiness.

I looked down at Jo, her hair tousled and sweaty, her face a mask of serene pleasure, her body limp and replete and I swear that in that moment I loved her more than I ever loved her before, more than I thought it was possible to love another.

As she opened her eyes and smiled at me sleepily I leaned down and kissed her gently, lovingly, tenderly.

'Hey You'

'Hey You'

'I suppose we should get dressed but hold me once more first.' So I wrapped my arms around her and crushed her against my chest, holding her as tightly as I could, safe in the knowledge that there was nowhere either of us would rather be and no one we would rather be with.

We did get dressed and eat our picnic eventually and as the afternoon waned we walked back up the rocky steps to the car, turning back at the top to look over the beach, watching the sun dancing on the waves as the tide rolled in.

Jo turned to me and took me in her arms, sighing contentedly as she laid her head on my shoulder.

'We're going to be ok this time aren't we?'

'Yes my love, I really think we are.'

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Epilogue: 

Over the next couple of months, as Spring turned to Summer, life for Jo and I was busy but almost idyllic. Thanks to Jo's dedication, skill and some very clever marketing, the café / restaurant took off in a big way and proved to be even more successful than even Jo had envisaged, with her being asked to cater for several external events, including 2 wedding receptions, a christening and several birthday parties.

Other than a couple of very acerbic emails, we didn't hear from Jo's mother at all, but she had frequent texts and emails from her dad, all of which were supportive and full of love and allowed Jo to cope with the vitriol from her mother.

My flat sale completed amazingly smoothly and the woman even bought some of the furniture I needed to get rid of, so after a very tearful farewell party, I said bon voyage to my job, friends and life in London and settled into Cornwall.

I didn't have a job but I was financially secure due to the profit I'd made on my flat and besides, Jo was keeping me very busy with all the extra work generated by the café being so successful; I even found that I enjoyed it as long as she didn't try to get me involved in the cooking! We had also decided to buy the cottage Jo was currently renting once her lease was up and in celebration of this decision we set about 'christening' every room in the house where we hadn't already made love. Yep -- life was good!

The date that Dan went on the day after what has become colloquially known as 'Parentgate' was apparently a huge success and after just a couple of short months he and Libby were seriously thinking about moving in together as they spent all of there time in each other's company anyway. Jo and I were secretly hoping for wedding bells in the near future; we both loved Libby to bits and were extremely pleased to see Dan happy and settled; especially after the way he had accepted me so magnanimously and supported us so whole heartedly. 

When Libby's birthday was coming up, Dan decided he wanted to throw a surprise party for her, so Jo and I immediately offered to help with the food and drinks. It was going to be a fairly intimate affair with a group of about 25 close family and friends and Dan wanted to make it as romantic as possible, so it was decided that we'd hold it on the little beach that Jo and I had come to think of as our 'special' place.

We arranged to meet Dan there late one afternoon so that we could decide where to place the gazebos, bar, bbqs, and seating, so Jo and I went down there a bit early to take Buster for a walk and play Frisbee.

We arrived in bright sunshine but almost as soon as we descended the steps to the beach the weather started to turn. The wind started to gust and we could see big, black clouds rolling in across the sea at an alarming rate, making the sea wild in it's path.

Jo threw the Frisbee for Buster and the wind took it. It flew off into the distance and over some rocks, heedlessly followed by the young dog who disappeared over the outcrop of rocks in chase. We waited for a few moments, expecting to see him bounding back with the Frisbee proudly held in his mouth but after a couple of minutes Jo turned to me, the worry obvious on her face.

'I'm going to go and get him' and she trotted off in search of the errant hound.

I followed along at a leisurely pace until I heard a shout from Jo, at which point I sprinted across the sand and scrambled up the rocks. Jo was standing on a small outcrop frantically gesturing toward Buster who was desperately trying to climb out of the sea, the bloody Frisbee in his mouth not helping his efforts as the waves repeatedly crashed him against the rocks before carrying him away again.

I was closest and I managed to climb down so that I was up to my thighs in the churning waves, clinging onto a rock for dear life to stop me joining the dog in the roiling water. It took a few attempts but eventually I judged it right and as Buster was thrown toward me I managed to grasp his collar and haul the exhausted dog to safety, scrambling up the rocks behind him.

I turned back to make sure Jo had seen that Buster was ok just as an enormous wave swept her off the rocks and into the angry sea below.

I stood stock still for a moment, seemingly unable to process what I had just seen. One minute she was there and the next she was just gone! I wanted to be sick but somehow without conscious thought I was once again scrambling over the slippery, jagged rocks to where she had been standing.

I stared into the waves, their crests getting whiter as the storm got closer, the water now dappled with big fat rain drops which made it almost impossible to see through the surface. I knew she had to be there but I couldn't see her. I also knew that Jo was a decent swimmer so why wasn't she surfacing, where the hell was she? Fuck! And then I saw something. A barely discernable white shape that seemed to be rolling under the waves.

I tried to dial 999 but my phone had got soaked when I rescued Buster and wasn't working, so I stripped off my now wet and heavy clothes and jumped into the sea, not daring to dive as I couldn't be sure if there were rocks below.

I swam the few feet to where I thought I'd seen Jo and dived under the waves, the salt stinging my eyes as I wheeled around under the water trying to catch a glimpse of her. The current was fierce and it was almost impossible to maintain any deliberate direction. Again and again I surfaced for huge gulps of air before descending again. I was tiring fast as I fought the current that was tossing me around like a washing machine, crashing me against the rocks; it was only the raw power of adrenaline and fear that kept me going.

I was almost at my limit and decided to try once more before trying to get help when I saw her, just under the surface a few feet away; she didn't seem to be conscious and she was sinking. I forced my arms and legs to work until I reached her, managing to get my arms under her shoulders and kicking hard for the surface, my lungs burning and stars bursting in front of my eyes as my need to breathe forced me into one last furious burst of effort.

We broke into the air and I filled my lungs with air and water as the rain and spray hit my upturned face. Coughing hard I rolled Jo onto her back, desperately looking for signs of life but I was fairly sure she wasn't breathing. I tried to remember my lifesaving training from when I was a child but it eluded me so I bobbed on my back in the water, holding Jo on her back against my chest to keep her face out of the water, trying to squeeze her chest with my arms to force air into her lungs but it wasn't working.

I had lost her.

I stared disconsolately at the outcrop of rocks, knowing that even if I wasn't tired out, in shock, and numb from the cold water -- there wasn't a chance in hell I could drag Jo's limp frame up the steep and slippery surface. I also knew I didn't have the strength to fight the waves and current to swim out around the rocks and then back into the beach -- it was all I could do just to keep us both afloat and stop us being dashed against the rocks.

I cried, I screamed, I railed against the world for being so unfair. I sobbed as I apologised to Jo over and over again for not being able to save her and at that point, the lowest moment in my life so far, I vowed to uphold my promise never to leave her. 

I became quite calm, almost peaceful, as I resigned myself to dying here with my beloved. At least we would be together, at least it had all ended when we were happy.

I don't know how long we floated there being tossed around by the surf but I could feel my eyes closing and with Jo's weight above my chest I was struggling to hold my head above the water, regularly swallowing mouthfuls of salt water as the waves crashed over us. My arms and legs were heavy and unresponsive but I clung to Jo with everything I had left. I thought I heard Buster barking. I also imagined that I heard Dan's voice. I remember vaguely thinking that at least Dan would look after the dog. Then it went black.

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I knew I was alive because I hurt. Everywhere. All at once.

I managed to open my eyes and then shut them again immediately, the harsh glare too painful to bear. My other senses started to kick in and I could smell disinfectant and hear a low murmur of voices and the rhythmic beep of a machine.

I opened my eyes again, squinting against the light and immediately there was a flurry of activity around me as I was surrounded by people, some in uniform.

'She's conscious, call the doctor now!'

I looked up to find Jo's dad staring down at me with such concern in his eyes that it broke my heart. How could he afford me this emotion when I had failed his daughter so badly? When I had lived and she had not.

I tried to speak but nothing came out. He moved to the side slightly and I could see Jo's mum stood just behind him, tears and grief contorting her usually staid expression.

'I'm so sorry' I finally managed to croak 'I tried to save her, I really did' and then the world went blurry as my eyes filled with tears that I was too weak to wipe away.

Jo's dad wiped them away for me and I was momentarily bewildered by his expression -- he was smiling!

'Vicki honey, you did save her. You nearly died in the process but you saved my baby's life, you're a bloody hero girl!'

'Huh?' was all I could manage. I couldn't even begin to process this information. My heart was broken; I was grieving for my love. She was alive?

A doctor came along and ushered everyone else out of the room. She examined me and allowed me to drink some water, explaining that my sore throat was probably due to the tube that had been inserted into my throat to keep me breathing.

She explained that I had a fractured arm, a couple of busted ribs and had sustained some pretty bad cuts and bruising from connecting with the rocks but I was going to be ok; I just needed time to rest and heal.

I wasn't really listening. I didn't really care.

'Jo?' I croaked

'Your friend is going to be fine thanks to you, in fact ironically she sustained less damage than you did.'

I tried to sit up, I had to find her; I had to see her with my own eyes before I could allow myself to believe she was alive let alone ok.

The doctor easily pushed me back down into the bed and I felt a sharp sting in my arm. Within seconds I was woozy and then the drugs took effect and I was gone.

The next time I came around it was dark outside and I thought I was on my own until I moved my head and saw Jo's mum sat reading in a chair across the room. She seemed to sense me looking at her and lifted her head, jumping up out of her seat and crossing the room to the bed as soon as she realised I was awake.

She brought a beaker of water to my lips and helped me drink a little, admonishing me not to gulp too greedily, before setting it down again and sitting on the edge of the bed.

I didn't know what to say or how to react; my last encounter with this woman hadn't exactly gone too well. I was groggy but the morphine was doing its job and I was relatively pain free, if a little high. I glanced down at the cast on my arm and groaned.

'Guess it had to be my right arm huh?' I was useless with my left arm.

'Don't worry Vicki; they'll be plenty of people around to lend a hand. In fact the local press have been hanging around trying to get a glimpse of the fearless woman who jumped into the sea in a storm to save the woman she loves. You've become quite a celebrity in the last few days.'

'Few days?' I asked incredulously

'You were out cold for nearly 3 days; it was touch and go there for a while.'

It suddenly hit me that she had acknowledged my love for Jo and wasn't taking a swing at me; she didn't even sound pissed off.




Lost and Found Ch. 02



'Is Jo really ok?' and those tears sprang into my eyes again.

'Yes Vicki, she's going to be fine. She's sleeping now but we've had to battle with her for the last 2 days to stop her coming in here and trying to wake you. She's very worried about you and she won't believe you're ok until she sees it for herself.'

'What happened?'

'When Dan arrived at the beach he couldn't find you but he heard Buster barking. He saw you trying to stay afloat with Jo and he called the RNLI who were there in a few minutes with a boat. They only just got there in time; you'd just lost the battle and were slipping under the water.'

'I thought she was dead.' And now the tears came in earnest as I remembered my heartbreak at losing the woman I loved so cruelly.

'She was breathing but it was very shallow; she had a lot of water in her lungs, as did you. I'm so sorry Vicki; I misjudged you for no good reason. I nearly lost my daughter and you saved her for me, for us all, but you know what -- I nearly lost her anyway just because I was too pig headed to allow her to do her own thing. Ironic really, all the time I wanted her to stay with Dan but if she'd been with him rather than with you she would've drowned -- he can't swim!'

She was grinning at me! I almost laughed but it hurt my ribs too much.

'I need to see her.'

'I know, and you will tomorrow I promise; right now you need to rest.'

She was right and within minutes I was once again oblivious to the world -- morphine is goods like that.

I was woken the next morning by a nurse bustling around me, changing my drip and checking my vitals; it's hard to sleep through the expanding of a blood pressure cuff and a thermometer being stuck in your ear.

I was clearer headed today and far more determined.

'I need to see Jo and I need to see her now.'

'Oooh someone's feeling better today!' smiled the nurse. 'She's clamouring to see you too so just sit tight for a minute and I'll see what I can do.'

I'm sure it was only a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity before the room to my door opened again and in walked Jo! She looked pale and was walking stiffly but my god she was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen in my life.

She stopped just inside the door, looking at my battered form with an expression of pain and concern, but then she was moving again and in a few short steps she was by my side, her lips were on mine and our tears flowed together in an unrestrained outpouring of joy and relief.

I clutched her to me with my good arm, her solid form reassuring me that it was real, she was here and she was ok.

'Oh Jo I thought I'd lost you!' I sobbed, choking the words out as her kisses peppered my face.

'Vicki you saved my life Babe, how can I ever thank you?'

'I'm sure I'll think of something' I grinned at her 'but for now, just take me home Jo, take me home.' 



Lost And Found Ch. 02: Where The Heart Is



Smokey Saga #55: "Lost And Found 2: Where The Heart Is" 

*** 

In case you haven't read the first installments of "Lost And Found," the original is Smokey Saga #38, and the one right before this, "Miracles," is #54. Those two contain these girls' backstories, and of course some hot and racy scenes. But while this story is a sequel, reading it first won't keep you from following it. Here we'll accompany Cesse and Penny on a whole new adventure of theirs. And as to the quoted songs at the end by The Free Design (same band, all of them), all I can say is give them a listen. They are truly adorable songs, and the lyrics alone don't do them justice. Their music could almost be sort of a soundtrack to this. 

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Sunlight And Flowers, Soft Summer Showers 

Thursday, June 4th, 2015, 9:20 a.m. 

Cesse groggily staggered her way down the stairs, more grateful as she was every morning for the banister. She reached the floor, greeted by the ever-cheerful Hollaweenie, grinning at her, his potent tail going like a weed-whacker. 

"ARF!" 

"Hiya, cutie boy," Cessy uttered, scratching him behind the ear. She sauntered towards the kitchen, to the growing sounds of breakfast and music. Then came her sweetheart's warbly voice, singing off-key along with her iPod. 

"I found love!...In the fall!...And it did, not, hurt at all!..." Penny crooned, stirring a bowl of batter. "...I found sunlight and flowers, soft summer showers...I can feel my heart touch my Adam's apple, I can feel a feather in my head..." 

Cesse giggled to herself. She knew Penny enjoyed singing her heart out—in the kitchen, the shower, the car—and there was no doubt about it: as a singer, Penny was an amazing cook. She wasn't completely tone-deaf, she was just no American Idol. But this only endeared her more to Cesse. Her singing wasn't easy on the ears, but it made Penny happy. And therefore, it made Cesse happy. 

Cessy tended to learn well from her mistakes. And so as much as she wanted to, she did not sneak up behind Penny in the kitchen while she was cooking, throw her arms around her, and accidentally scare the living daylights out of her. Both could do without any more pots being dropped from the counter and clattering to the floor anywhere near their feet. Rather, she sat in the dining room, waited for the song to end and her legs to awaken, and audibly yawned. 

"Oh! Morning, cupcake!" Penny called. 

"Mornin', sugar buns," Cecily called back in her most flirtatious voice. 

"Oooh, hee hee! Hungry, are we?" 

"In more ways than one." 

"Oh, goodness! Pressure's on me, huh, muffin? Well, give me just a little time, and I'll rock your world and your taste buds." 

Cesse imagined lots of fortunate folks would say they couldn't believe their luck, in whatever form it may have come. But, she speculated, others' disbeliefs were figurative. She, conversely, woke up every day literally unable to swallow the fact that seven months ago, she had found—all in the same day, no less—a lost dog, the love of her life, and most vitally, a home. A BIG, beautiful home. She could not wrap her mind around it. She adhered to the philosophy that if something seemed too good to be true, it usually was. She kept expecting someone to come to the door and say, "Okay, that's it, Miss Helmsley. Fun time's over; you must regress to your pitiful, squalid, meaningless existence now." It would break her heart, but she wouldn't go on thinking it was too good to be true. So she squeezed as much joy out of each day as she could. She regarded every one as though it were her last in this blessed life. 

Finding her best friend, her soulmate and her boink buddy in one and the same person held as much value. But Penny couldn't protect Cesse—or herself—from inclement weather without the shelter of her habitat. But God bless her, she needn't choose. Penny's oil-struck funds weren't running out any time soon, and no one could make them leave. And she and Penny were in love. And so as long as this was Penny's home, and as long as Penny loved her, this was her home—being, after all, where the heart was. 

Penny began with the day's proverbially most important meal while Cesse frolicked with the pup. He made it exceedingly easy. He knew she would play fetch, so he brought her a ball, which she tossed down the other end of the room. He brought it back. She tossed it. He brought it back. She tossed it. Ad infinitum. Her wrist was about to ask her if this was really necessary when her lady companion broke out her breakfast plate, consisting of a salad-like mix of bacon, sausage and home fries, and three of the fluffiest buttermilk pancakes Cesse had ever laid hungry eyes on—despite the fact that Penny made them at least twice a month. 

After bringing out the salt, pepper, butter, jam, syrup and her own plate as well, Penny sat so they could dine while gazing into one another's limerent eyes. This was why mealtimes were some of Cessy's favorites of the day. She got to sit and be waited on while a beautiful doll whipped her up three miniature gourmet feasts a day, served her personally, accompanied her, ate with her, took her dishes and put them away. And then on top of it, she got to kiss the cook and bop the waitress. Cesse couldn't figure out how she shouldn't be paying money for this. But Penny didn't allow Cessy to shell out what limited cash she had for anything. Besides the obvious logic that Penny was the rich one, looking after her darling Cecily had become her favorite part-time operation. Hollaweenie required a roof over his head, food, doggie treats, water, a litter box, and to be loved and played with. This small job left Penny still too much spare time, until Cesse entered the picture. Now she took care of both her girlfriend and dog. 

And she loved it. She felt her life was all but complete. The circumstances had worked out in a way, she supposed. Had she given birth, her daughter would be eleven now, and the setup would be less than ideal for a poor homeless street lady to show up and stay with them. She'd have to consider her daughter's feelings about all this, and while the little dumpling might've liked Cesse, she might not have. Part of her still wished she could have found out, but if the situation didn't work, look what it would've caused her to miss out on. Oh well, the point was moot anyway. And she'd adopted a lovely canine son in the meanwhile, who loved unconditionally and was crazy about having a second loving, doting Mommy around. He was so happy to have located her under that oak tree. 

Cesse, now with a home and contact means, could likely have got a job by this time, but there wasn't much need for that either. And she ran the risks of ending up doing something she really didn't want to do, and working under an undesirable employer. She'd liked her job at First Parties—having stayed there a full decade, after all—but it didn't define or fulfill her. She hadn't found what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, but she wasn't staying up nights thinking about it. Maybe this was it. She was pretty ecstatically happy here...but couldn't help wondering a bit if she should be contributing to the household...or if Penny in fact wanted her to. 

Of course, on the other hand, she supposed that since she arrived here, she had been making her own, very intimate contributions. 

*** 

Girls Behaving Madly 

Six months earlier: Thursday, December 18th, 2014, 8:43 p.m. 

On either side of the mistress bed in Penny's room sat an end table. In each end table were two vertically stacked drawers. In the top drawer of the table on Penny's side lay a stash of romantic toys, accompanied by a book of lesbian sex positions. When Cesse had come to her door on Thanksgiving Eve and begun staying with her, seducing her into a smoldering frenzy of passion that first night, Penny realized just how eagerly she'd desired such a benefitted friend. And after they'd said goodbye to Aunt Tracy the next night, they returned right to their ongoing pleasure romp. Around the beginning of December, they started collecting naughty playthings. Well, first of all, they took a trip to the bookstore and scored this tantalizing tome of Sapphic lovemaking. 

They kept their erotic romance alive by constantly exploring and experimenting. They had a big advantage over most other couples in that they were essentially financially immune. They didn't have to work. And so they had more time to focus on their relationship. One thing they'd learned in their sexual discussions and adventures—when they could stop giggling—was that they both enjoyed being tied up—or so they believed. The idea excited both, each girl imagining binding the other down and then doing whatever she wished to her, the helpless other unable to do anything about it. Neither had played with hard bondage before, although when they lived in the same neighborhood at the age of five, they used to visit and play-fight, wrestling, scuffling, holding down and tickling each other, et cetera. But they hadn't tied one another up before. So one day they tried it out. 

First, Penny volunteered to be the immobile sub, giving Cesse the power to do with her as she pleased. To say the least, this setup hadn't gone very well. At all. Once they got started, it was plain to see Cessy wasn't cut out to be anyone's domme. She struggled with the ties, to get Penny down and properly restrained, and Penny managed to free herself more than once. Then Cesse wasn't sure what to do to her. When Penny told her that it was up to her, that she was the dominant party here, and that Penny was hers to play with—almost sounding a little miffed explaining this, as if it should be obvious—Cesse decided, okay, let's have a little fun. 

Unfortunately, what she thought of as fun consisted of doing little things that ended up annoying Penny. Cesse gave her playful little pokes, pinches, flicks, tweaks, which she found weren't met with her mate's satisfaction. So she tried tickling, gently attacking Penny's most sensitive and weak spots. Penny didn't like this either. She disliked being tickled too, and really hated that though Cessy wasn't even trying, her method was incredibly effective. Light tickles drove her even crazier than heavy ones. 

Finally, Cesse elected to just do what came naturally. She lowered herself over Penny and began making soft, ginger love to her. While this appealed much more to Penny, it was still not exactly what she had been hoping for. She'd been anticipating a bit more hardcore action: spanking, thrusting, biting, severe tickling...but she supposed she should've also anticipated that this wasn't really Cesse's forte. And in the second place, she'd now been knocked out of the mood by Cesse's inept advances. Finally, she admitted that this wasn't working for her, and that Cesse should probably just untie her now. Frankly, Cessy's feelings were a bit hurt. She rose from the bed, but instead of untying Penny, she went downstairs and flipped on the TV, to watch what she wanted for a little while. 

Later when Cessy returned to really release her, Penny was irritated, but the girls exchanged apologies. Cesse said she was sorry for not really knowing what she was doing and failing to light Penny up the way she'd wanted. Penny said she was sorry for not handling things so well and hurting Cesse's feelings—and also for finding out the hard way that just as Cesse was not meant to be a dominatrix, nor was Penny a submissive. So they agreed to try again, reversing positions, expecting things would work better. 

Work better they did. Penny, it turned out, did not like being tied up as much as she thought she would. But before she tied Cessy down to the bed, they did what they should have done before, and had some wine first. A couple defense-melting glasses of Blanc and, as tended to happen with a little encouraging booze, Cesse was all but ready to pounce on Penny and go straight to town. 

However, Penny cheerfully informed Cesse and her awakened Tigger that they'd have to wait. Both were frustrated, which gave Penny's rogue side a bit of satisfaction, and also a little ego boost. But Penny stuck to her proverbial guns, knowing the wait would only make it better for the both of them. What she told Cesse to do first Cesse didn't fully understand, but obeyed. 

Penny ordered her to shed her clothing and lay on the bed face down, on her belly. Cessy thought she'd be on her back, as Penny had been in their first escapade. Penny saw she had to lay down the law, as it were. She reached under Cesse's dress and gripped her. 

"Are you giving me sass, Cesse?" she demanded, making Cessy gasp, applying pressure to her pussy. "Questioning my methods?" 

"Aaaahhh..." Cesse moaned timidly, feeling quite submissive already. "No! I...I-I-I just thoug—I...no!" 

Penny smirked triumphantly, loosening her grasp. "That's better," she sneered. "Now, on your belly." 

Cesse did as her Mistress of her evening told her, sprawling, tush up, on the bed. She felt her legs pulled ajar to a 60° angle, the smooth sensations of the velvety ropes securing her feet to either end. She giggled like the little girl she remembered being, feeling a fingernail slide down both her soles as each ankle was tied nice and tight. Penny then raked her nails up the back of Cesse's left leg as she crossed, took her wrists to the headboard, and bound them as well. Cesse chuckled some more, getting turned on. 

"Are you giggling at me?" came the authoritative voice from above. 

Cessy vehemently shook her head, trying to hide her irremovable grin. "Mm-mm!" 

"You'd better not be," Penny mock-threatened, slithering her hands under Cesse's arms, grazing her armpits. Cesse buried her face in the nearest pillow, stifling her uncontrollable laughter. 

"Ah!" Penny spanked her. "I said no laughing, you naughty thing. Do you understand me?" 

This time, she didn't allow Cesse time to answer. As soon as she finished the question, she wiggled her fingertips and nails furiously from Cessy's pussy to asshole, forcing her to break out in raucous howls. 

"You don't follow directions very well, ticklish little naked girl," Penny admonished. "Guess I'll have to punish you." 

"Uh-oh," Cesse chortled, trying to sound frightened but still sniggering too much. "What're you gonna do, Miss...uh...Mistress?" 

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Penny ominously cooed into her ear, draping her clothed body over Cesse. 

"Oooh, I like the way that feels, Mistress," Cesse praised. 

"You'll like it when I say you're allowed to like it, slave," Penny smiled down on her. "You belong to me, and you will do as I say. 

"Do I make myself clear?" 

Cesse nodded emphatically. 

"I said...do I make myself..." Penny dug her nails into both Cesse's ass cheeks at once. 

"CLEAR?!" 

Cesse again whipped her head up from the pillow, guffawing hysterically. "No, no, ple-e-e-ease!" she begged. 

"And what did I tell you about laughing??" 

"I can't help it, Mistress!" Cessy cried defenselessly. "You know how ticklish I am!" 

Penny placed her upper hand under Cesse's chin, the other down between her thighs. She tilted Cesse's head up, shifted her body down horizontally, and whispered seductively in her ear. 

"I am about to bring you to a realm of explosive passion you never dreamed could've existed." 

Cesse arched her eyebrows. "Oh my goodness," she peeped. 

"Hush. You'll speak when ordered to speak. And when commanded to scream, you will scream." 

Cessy was already massively turned on. Her pink—and reddening—Tigger moistened, nipples stiffening against the mattress. She turned her head to the side towards Penny, out of need for breath. Penny rubbed her under the chin like her pet, chuckling sinisterly. Cesse knew she couldn't ask Penny what she was going to do to her, and while she was partially curious, she was also highly relishing lying restrained under her darling's warm, soft body, feeling both protected by her and trapped in her clutches at the same time. It was a delicious dual sensation. She felt Penny pet her, from her hair down her back and over her ass. She silently moaned, eyes fluttering shut. It grew only better and better...especially as she felt Penny kiss her shoulder blade. 

"Ohhhh..." Cesse quietly exulted. Penny nuzzled over her back with her nose and cheek, placing another kiss every so often here and there. Her pattern was random, leaving Cesse wondering where and when the next would fall. She eagerly lapped up the affection in each kiss as it came, impatiently longing for the next. Tigger, Minnie and Daisy felt the blood rushing to them each, desperately yearning to be loved themselves. Penny delighted in the adorable sight of Cessy's lovely face turned, smushed in the pillow, lost in devotion. She really did love her more than life itself. And the feeling was mutual. 

Cesse thought Penny must have softened on her, because the next kiss was planted on her cheek, activating both cheeks into a warm smile. Cesse wasn't exactly fighting for movement, but reviewing her nude sprawled body tied at the extremities, her perfect exposed ass, her wet hot American cunt on display...God, her pussy was magnificent...set Penny on fire. She would never really harm Cessy, or force her to do something that made her uncomfy, but just the feeling that she could...thrilled her no end. 

Overlapping half her body, Penny slipped her arms underneath, exhaled warm breath over her, and clasped Minnie and Daisy. Cesse's mouth opened into a gasp of pleasure. Her eyebrows arced symmetrically. Her entire body temperature puffed up degree by degree. She was beginning to need to feel what Tiggers love best, with no two ways about it. She hoped Penny wouldn't torture her. The last time, she'd left Penny tied to the bed while she went and had some time to herself. Now she was starting to wonder if that move would make her pay this time. She couldn't touch herself, and she couldn't speak without permission. What would happen if Penny decided to be vengeful and deny or spoil her orgasm? Would she be able to stand that?? 

Penny, meanwhile, was running the passage of the sex book through her mind. All positions in the book were pictured with two unrestrained nude models, though Penny was adapting a bondage-style CFNF version. She enjoyed the power she wielded over Cesse by keeping her own clothes on, while her playmate remained tied and naked. Of course, part of her thought if it was up to her, her lady-friend Cessy'd never wear any clothes. She just rocked such a...a...rockin' body. Now, how did that passage go again... 

"The 'Hunny Bun': Hunny Bun lovemaking is often a pleasantly surprising result of what begins as an 'innocent' back massage," she recited to herself. Settling on this position for tonight's festivities, she must've read the description a hundred times. "Top lies on her lover, pressing the entire length of her body onto her while rubbing and grinding her own clitoris and labia into a frenzy." 

Penny was certain Cesse would appreciate the effort she'd gone to in preparing this treat. She laid herself wholly over Cessy's back and ass, earning a pleased moan of approval. Her fingers worked Cesse's silky skin, as she continued along her aimless kiss trail. She deliberately went very slowly, wanting to make this seriously last. Cesse whimpered inscrutably beneath her. Penny wasn't sure what the whimper meant. A case could be made for either, "You're going a little slow, honey. I'm not sure I wanna wait so long. Could you please pick it up a bit?" or, "Oh, that feels sooooo good. I could just lie here and stay like this forever." 




Lost And Found Ch. 02: Where The Heart Is



Penny opted to believe the latter. Besides which, she had the power here. 

She must have been doing something Cessy liked, because Cesse began to perspire under her, the sort of sweat that just shouts hot sexual arousal. Her skin flushed, blood heating inside, and her tits heaved, raising her up a tiny bit. After Penny had been massaging and pecking for about five minutes, she initiated the grinding phase. Straddling Cesse's ass, she pushed down with her hips and pelvis, applied pressure, held it, and rolled her crotch over Cesse, pussy to crack. 

Cesse gasped again, eyebrows furrowing down into a grimace. But a good grimace, a grimace that is unsure how much of the pleasure to gauge, how much to hungrily grab for, either garnering reward or risking overdoing. Sometimes Cesse could be patient. Other times she was very much into instant gratification. Sexual gusto, especially with a person she liked, fell into the "instant" category. And so as Penny ascended from her to reset and resume, launching into grind number two, Cesse's eyes opened in alarm, as if to say, "Hey, I was enjoying that! Come back here!" And naturally, as Penny continued, Cesse contentedly settled back in. 

They picked up a bit of pace, easing into a slow bump-and-grind rhythm, as if grooving slo-mo to a dance song. Both beginning to sizzle like mad, Cesse grabbed and tugged at the headboard, balling up her toes and whapping the tops of her feet on the mattress. Penny, though already wet, whipped off her panties as her hot love juice ran harder, dribbling from Lolita's swollen lips down the naked girl's ass crack. Once Cessy felt her lover's moisture dripping on her, processing that Penny was just as wildly turned on as she, a crazy attack of ecstasy rushed her. Penny's happiness meant more than the world to her, and just as with her superior cooking, her inferior singing, or anything else—if it made Penny happy, it made Cesse elated. 

They ground back to front once more, and repeated. This tactic was working wonders that Penny didn't even anticipate and that Cessy certainly wasn't expecting, despite Penny's promise of charting unparalleled sexual territory. Cesse rolled her back, and felt goosebumps materialize. Just as she was hoping and encouraging, Penny held on by gripping tightly onto Minnie and Daisy. Their nipples keenly responded to her touch. Penny sensed it was time to release Hans and Greta and allow them to join the fun. 

Penny brushed her own erect pinkish-red nipples across Cesse's quivering back, giving herself a little extra thrill toying with her goosebumps. As her concentration began liquefying, their grinding rhythm bounced back and forth, but they had yet to lose the flow altogether. But Penny was dying by now to finally make her beloved bottom cum. She could tell she was close, and as always, wanted to make this a special, memorable event. She slid back one more time, reached down to part Cesse's labia, pressed herself up against her pussy nice and firm, keeping her hand between their cunts, felt for Cesse's bulging red clit, and uttered the magic words. 

"I love you, Cessy." 

The tickly sensation on her clit and the declaration of her love, as predicted, sent Cesse flying up and over the edge. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGOD!!" Cesse shrieked, as the lightning struck her brain and shot through her up, down and back again. She narrated each forthcoming thrust, with a resounding, "YES! YESSS! YESSSSS! YESSSSS!! YESSSSSS!!" 

She reacted so explosively, Penny suddenly felt as if she were riding a mechanical bull. Cesse bucked under her, almost flinging her right off. Penny slung her arms back around Cesse's middle and held on for dear life, enjoying each last moment, until she finished. 

It was fortunate there was a pillow under her head when Cesse was all done, because once she could go no longer, her energy gave out completely and her head collapsed right in place. Tigger was still calming down, finishing dripping on the bed before she finally dried. Lolita had a bit of similar business to wrap up. Penny climbed off her and stood from the bed. 

She gazed down to take stock before untying her. She was beautiful. Ass up, face up, it didn't matter. Her new experiment would have been a complete suc-Cesse, except that "suc-Cesse" was not a big enough word for what happened. "Extravaganza" would've been closer. A few minutes later, she heard Cessy snoozing. Her heart warmed. What a lovely job she'd done this evening. The fact that she was still tied hand and foot naked on the bed made Penny work a bit to keep herself from taking any more advantage in any way. She untied Cesse, put the ropes away, grabbed the covers from the floor, tucked her in, and sat to stroke her hair. 

"You don't have to say it back," she mouthed. "I know you love me too." 

She wasn't ready to go to bed yet. So as Cesse had done before, Penny left her alone, shut the door, came downstairs, turned on the TV to a low, tranquil volume, retrieved some toys and doggy treats, and spent the rest of the evening playing with her Weenie. 

*** 

New Pursuits 

Thursday, June 4th, 2015, 12:04 p.m. 

After breakfast, the ladies took Weenie on a walk, and Penny made an announcement. 

"Cookie?" 

"Yes, puddin'?" 

Penny laughed. "I've been thinking about making a change in my life," she confided. 

Uh-oh, thought Cesse. Here it comes. Too good to be true. Knew it. 

"...Does...it involve me?" 

"Well, sure, if you want." 

Oh. Whew. Maybe not. 

"What is it?" 

"Well, y'know, since you arrived, we've just been kinda hanging around the house day by day, and—don't get me wrong—I love hanging out with you, and playing with the dog and all. I know we have tons of fun together. It's just that I've been thinking..." 

Cessy grew a little nervous again, even though Penny'd indicated that plans still included her. 

"...And if I ever came into serious money, I always thought that I wanted to give back, in some way. Y'know, some kinda charity." 

"Aw, how noble. I presume you mean a charity other than me." 

"Yeah, and so, I could donate to something, but I don't think just doing that would really keep me busy. I think I need a project." 

"Oh?...What sort of project?" 

"Well, here's roughly what I'm thinking. We find some building or complex available for lease, right? And we fix it up, and turn it into our own nonprofit organization. Sort of maybe a...rec center-slash-B. & B.-slash-homeless-slash-animal shelter." 

Cessy's face lit up, highly excited at this prospect. "Oh, wow! Cool!" 

"I know, right??" said Penny, getting excited herself. "And depending on how big a place we find, we could have all kinds of stuff: game rooms, music rooms, a library, cafeteria, classes, or, like, seminar-type things, and then another big room for cots for the homeless people, and a pet kennel for stray animals. So that way, people who're allergic to animals won't have to be exposed to them, and the animal lovers could go play with them. And maybe we could even set up an adoption program. What do you think??" 

"I love it!" Cesse exclaimed. "Honestly, though, I didn't hear a ton of what you said after 'game room.' I started flashing on hours playing pool, air hockey, ping pong, pinball...I could do that all day. Love 'em. I just love 'em. I suck at 'em, but I love 'em." 

"Aw, don't sell yourself short, sweet pea. I'm sure you're not that bad." 

"Oh, I am, sweet potato. But it's okay, they're still super-fun." 

"Well, yes, that is the very best way to look at it, sweetcakes. 'S not whether you win or lose, 's how many hot girls' phone numbers you accumulate while you're playing." 

Cesse laughed. "Are you trying to tell me something, sweetbreads?" 

"'Sweetbreads'? You callin' me a pancreas?" 

"Don't change the subject, subject-changer," Cessy flirted, spanking Penny's butt. "You collecting chicks' digits behind my back?" 

Penny took the hand from behind her tush and squeezed it tenderly. "Never, my angel." 

Cesse stopped walking and took Penny's other hand as well. 

"If we weren't outside in public right now, I'd rip your clothes off and make you glad you're a hot girl," she declared. 

Penny's heart fanned itself. 

"On that note..." She looked down. "Come along, Weenie. We're going home so that Mommy and Mommy can be naked together." 

*** 

There's No 'I' In "Dream" (But There Are Two In A Game Of Billiards) 

Sunday, July 5th, 2015, 3:33 p.m. 

Cessy was so excited about Penny's idea, she wanted to be along for every step of the ride. As much as she loved relaxing around the house, playing with the dog and letting Penny take care of her, part of her was as well feeling the urge to, just as Penny'd said, engage in a new project and busy herself with its pursuits. Penny planned to both accept volunteers and hire workers who needed income. For her part, Cesse's enthusiasm wasn't to be dampened. She just wanted the two of them to be together, whether chilling at home or taking part in such a venture as this. The next month was spent meeting with real estate agents and owners. After seeing buildings until they could barely tell the difference anymore, they started thinking maybe they just wouldn't find a location that would fulfill their vision. Perhaps they'd mentally bitten off more than could be chewed. Then, sometime around the summer solstice... 

...Bingo. The next property the agents took them to have a look at was at 8710 Cherrywood Street in St. Ingmar, about halfway between Hemdale and Minneapolis. This massive structure was originally erected in the '50s. It used to be an assisted living facility. Now it had been for lease a while, and the property managers were looking for something new to do with it. 

"Wow, this looks promising," Penny remarked as they exited the car. 

"Ooh, I hope," said Cesse, crossing her fingers. 

Twenty minutes later, the charm won them over. First of all, the building was much larger than it looked on the outside. Size really did matter in an endeavor like this. It needed a little fixing up, but the architecture and plumbing had held up okay, and they found no serious deal-breakers. For the first time, in sketching out a rough outline of their design plans, they didn't run into a series of roadblocks. It took the rest of the day for both to decide, but finally they came to the agreement that they weren't going to find anyplace better than this. So now that they had an idea what they were working with, they hired some contractors to put in a wall here, add on a section there, et cetera. When this was done, the next step was to find and order furniture. A lot of it. 

By the following Sunday, July 5th, their furnishings had started arriving. One of the first pieces was a 9' x 5' cyan-felted pool table for the game room. The movers had been kind enough to deliver the supplies along with it, and once the girls had them place it where they wanted it, naturally, they celebrated the acquisition with a match. 

"Okay, what's your game?" asked Cesse. 

"Well, I prefer 8-ball," said Penny. "It's more structured and challenging than 9-ball or straight pool. 

"Oh, and, eh..." Pause. "According to Penny James rules, whenever your opponent sinks a ball, you remove a piece of clothing." 

"Oh. Oh, really now?" Cessy giggled. "How intriguing. What happens when the game's over?" 

"You'll see." 

Penny racked, chalked her cue and broke. All sixteen balls scattered over the table. The orange striped 13 rolled into the far corner. 

"Okay, now, technically, the table's still open," Penny explained to her. "Now, I made one on the break, so it's still my shot, and...let's see here..." She examined the table. "...Okay, now, even though I pocketed one of the stripes already, I think the solids look like a better bet. So I'm gonna go for the 7 in this corner right now." 

Penny applied a bit of low right-hand english and shot the 7. She made it, banking the cue ball off the top cushion and back down. 

"All right, sweetie," she smiled at Cesse. "You're stripes, I'm solids. Now gets to strippin'." 

Cessy blushed. 

"You know, Penny," she said, kicking off one of her shoes, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to hustle me." 

"Well, then, I guess it's a good thing you don't know better," Penny replied, surveying the table. "5 in the side." 

This time she used high english, pocketing the 5 in the opposite side, putting herself in position to shoot at the 3 ball next. 

Cesse nodded. "I guess so." She kicked off her other shoe, now standing in her sockless feet. 

Penny went for the 3. Unfortunately for her, this was a longer shot, and her angle was a bit off. She came close, but missed. 

"Ah," she lamented, snapping her fingers. "Okay, babe, you're up. Remember, you can shoot any of the striped balls." 

Cessy chalked and took a look at the situation Penny'd left her. Her closest and easiest shot was the 14 in the corner. She wasn't very good at using english, so she shot harder to get the cue ball moving. She made her shot. The cue ball ended up between several solid and striped balls midway down the table. Not as skilled a player as Penny, she got excited at her achievement. 

"Oh, yay!" she celebrated, hopping on her bare toes. Penny smiled proudly, taking off one of her own shoes. 

"Good shot, hunny. A'right, go again." 

"Okay, so I have to go for one of the high ones, right?" 

"That's correct. Your balls are numbered 9 to 15, mine are 1 to 7. So even if you don't make one, as long as you just hit one of your own balls with the cue ball—and hit a rail—then that's a legal shot. If you hit one of mine, or I hit yours, then that's a foul." 

"Got it." Cesse readied herself and shot the 11. She tried to aim it at the bottom left corner, but was about 5° off. 

"Okay, my go," Penny stepped up. She again aimed at the 3, which was now nearer the corner in which she'd tried to make it the first time. She was a bit peeved at the 3, now that it had evaded her grasp once. And she had a slightly more difficult shot, needing to bank around the 10 and 8 balls to get at it. But her determination paid off. She sank it. 

"Oh, wow!" said Cesse. "Impressive, sweetie!" 

"Thank you, my dear," Penny grinned, taking a small bow. "That'll be another article of clothing, please." 

"Can I count my bow?" Cesse asked, pointing to the ribbon in her hair. 

"That'll be fine." Penny opted to go for the 2 next, which also lay up near the top rails where she'd made the 3. She wanted to shoot the nearby 6 ball after this, so she shot the 2 just easy enough to put it in. Ka-chunk. 

"Oh, man!" chuckled Cesse. "You're good at this!" 

"Well, I didn't wanna brag about my skills and not be able to back it up," Penny stated modestly. "Okay, you know the rules." 

The hair bow left Cesse in her bare feet with just her top, jeans shorts and underwear left. About now she was glad no one else was in the room. She laid the cue stick aside and pulled her shirt off over her head. 

"Whoo-whoo!" said Penny. "I like this game!" 

Still Penny's turn, she leaned down on the table, aiming at the 6 ball, which she wanted to land in the side pocket. But this angle was just a little too tough for her to cut it in. It bounced off the corner of the rail and ricocheted a couple inches the other way. 

"Rats. Okay, go ahead." 

Now behind the cue ball sat the 12, closer to the corner. This looked like the simplest and most straightforward shot Cesse had, so she settled down on it, concentrated, and gave it her best try. And she succeeded. 

"Yes!" she pumped her fist. Penny slipped off her other shoe. She put on a good façade, though she was a bit more competitive than Cessy. Not so competitive that one bad game could ruin their relationship, but things could get a little heated. And Cesse'd had only sandals on her tootsies, whereas Penny had tennies and socks. But Cesse also had the advantage of the ribbon in her hair. 

It was Cesse's shot again. This time she didn't see a very clear shot she thought she could make, so she asked a question. 

"So, I can shoot one of my balls anywhere on the table?" 

"That is right," Penny pointed out. "Without penalty, as long as the cue ball or the ball you hit touches at least one rail." 

Cesse nodded once more. She had the 9, 10, 11 and 15 left. The 9 and 10 were close together. Even though neither was an easy shot, Cesse took a chance on them. She knew at least she wouldn't foul, so she chalked up, aimed, gave some velocity and let go. The cue ball knocked between the 9 and 10, sending both flying around the table. They watched as the 9 careened up towards the top end of the table, the 10 the bottom. To their amazement, Cesse lucked out. Doubly. The 9 slammed head-on into the top left corner. The 10 spun down and banged into the 11, which Cesse had missed before, and croqueted it into the bottom left corner. Cesse gasped. 

"Oh my God!" she cried, jumping with glee in the air. "OhmyGod, I made two! I made the 9 and the 11!" 

Penny pulled off both her socks, one for each pocketed ball, and placed them in her shoes. Though she would be hesitant to admit it, her competitiveness came out a bit more on the inside. This occurrence made her sour, if she was totally honest. She did not like to lose, due either to fluking or genuine skill. The game certainly wasn't over yet, but now Cessy was ahead. She only had two more balls left to sink before the 8. You lucky ducky, Penny thought. She would admit, however, there was an upside. Watching Cesse hop up and down like this gave her a visual treat, the lovely Minnie and Daisy bouncing under only her bra. Penny liked that. But she was still orchestrating this match, by her own rules—including the end of the game—and she still planned to win. 

The 15 ball, which hadn't moved since the break, was stuck behind the 1 from Cesse's angle. She couldn't see it, so she had to shoot the 10. She focused, and shot. The 10 bounced on either corner in front of the pocket, but stayed on the table. 

"'Kay, my turn," said Penny. Of her balls, the 1, 4 and 6 remained in play. Now that Cessy had put her down near the bottom of the table, her closest shot was the 4 up in the top left corner. The game was starting to get risky, because Cesse had one of the bottom pockets tied up with the 10 ball, and only the 15 left aside from that. Penny had the 4 straight on, but direct 180° shots could be deceptively hard. So she took her time, gave a thorough, even stroke, and...ka-lunk. 

Penny exhaled. "Yes!" she assessed. They were on even footing again, because all four feet were bare, and each girl had only two balls to sink before the final 8. Cesse, however, now became nervous, because she had to give up yet another garment, so she decided to take off her shorts, taking her down to only her bra and panties. Still Penny's turn, she went for the 6 a second time. Now her cue ball was nearer the middle of the table, and her object ball was close enough to the pocket for an easy shot. Ka-chunk. 

"Oh, dang it!" Cesse pouted, fake crying. "That's not fair!" 

"Neither's life, baby doll." Penny smirked maliciously, highly enjoying this. "Now set those girls free." 

This was where being alone in a locked up building came in handy. They were secluded; no one could enter or see them through a window. So they were free to treat this building like home, shedding clothes to unleash their invaluables. Even so, Cesse was self-conscious. But rules were rules; she knew she had to take one piece of underwear off. So she decided on her panties, figuring baring her ass and pussy first would loosen her up to free her titties as well. She began to slide them down, face turning red as a beet. 




Lost And Found Ch. 02: Where The Heart Is



"Sweetie, it's just you and me!" Penny laughed at her. "C'mon, we've been naked dozens of times at home! What's the big deal?" 

"The big deal is that we are not at home right now!" Cesse squeaked. 

"You're right," agreed Penny as Cessy finally got the panties down past her butt. "I'll go tell them to turn the cameras off." 

"What?!" 

"I'm kidding! Cesse, for heaven's sake, ya big goofball, I was kid-ding!" 

"...Oh-ho!" Cesse's face washed in relief. Still blushing, but giggling, she dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. 

"'Atta girl," praised Penny. She finally leaned down the table again to aim at the 1. Once more, her stroke was level and deliberate. This time she was working with a roughly 150° angle across half the table, and in it went. Ka-chunk. 

"Ohhh!" Cesse dropped her face in her hands, feeling defeated, even though the game still wasn't over yet. However, she now had to surrender her final garment. At least her logic worked; now that she'd already taken off her panties, she was less shy to do the same with her bra. She unhooked it, let her lovely tits bobble out to Penny's delight, and flung it behind her. Penny took a voyeuristic moment to relish such a novelty: her dear girlfriend completely nude in a non-home setting. It was all so sumptuously kinky. Cesse watched as Penny admired her up and down. She supposed while she was being studied in her statuesque nakedness, she could have performed a sexy little dance, but she still had just a bit of embarrassment to get over. Finally, Penny returned to the table. 

"8 ball in the far corner pocket," she gestured with the cue. 

The 8 ball also had not moved since the opening of the match. Penny's cue ball, however, was now back near the bottom of the table. She rode her cue back and forth across her finger bridge, trying to get the angle just perfect. 

She spent an especially long time on her shot, after all being that which would win her the game if she made it. As she was doing so, an idea occurred to Cesse. It wasn't exactly sportswomanlike, but neither was taking away one's opponent's confidence by forcing her to strip. But she still had her wiles about her, and darn it, if she had to be naked, she would try to get it to work to her advantage. 

She sauntered to the corner where Penny was aiming at the 8 ball, raised one foot until she could rest its arch on the edge of the table, raised her arms above her head, clasped her hands, tossed her head back, moaned, and gave Minnie and Daisy a nice jiggle. 

Sure enough, as Penny glanced up, her focus was averted from the game. The unique view Cessy was giving her, of both her girls—and Tigger, too—captivated her attention. Her curves were especially sublime in this light. Suddenly, Penny found it hard to take her eyes off her. Then, Cessy took it up yet another notch. She brought her arms down in a flourish, stretched them out, and passionately...spiritedly...grabbed herself between the legs, giving her pussy an idle massage between the labia. 

"Uhhh...oooh..." she coyly commented, gently squeezing her cunt. "Oh, my...these are especially high ceilings, aren't they?" 

Penny James may have been the dominant party in this couple, and Cessy Helmsley the submissive, but her aforementioned wily femininity and power therein were not to be underestimated. Sometimes when Penny thought of how astonishingly sexy her girl just happened to be, or saw it for herself in the flesh, it was all she could do not to jump her on the spot. Sometimes she lost control of her faculties. Right now would be a good example, as while gawking at Cessy she spastically jerked her arm forward, shot the cue ball willy-nilly, and missed the 8 completely. Furthermore, as the cue ball flew around the table, it kicked Cesse's 15, sending it straight into the nearby side pocket. Cessy innocently looked down, seeing the result of her shenanigans. 

"Oh, why, dear me," she cooed adorably. "Did I distract you, Penny Lane?" 

Seeing that Cesse had gotten crafty on her, Penny admittedly turned a little sour on the inside again, but she couldn't be that mad. Part of her was now a little too aroused to be miffed. And the rest of her...well...was aroused too. 

"A'right...a'right, well done, vixen," she congratulated. "Not only did you make me miss, but I got one of your balls instead." 

Cesse stifled a giggle. "So what does that mean?" 

"Well..." Penny paused to pull off her own shirt, giving Hansel and Gretel a shake back at her, "...It means I fouled, and now that means you have what's called 'ball in hand.' So you can take the cue ball and put it anywhere you want to shoot your next shot." 

She impishly tossed her top in Cessy's face, muffling her reaction. 

"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Cesse through a faceful of shirt. "Really? Wow!" 

"Yes, really." Cesse removed Penny's shirt from her head. Penny picked up the white ivory ball from the table, turned one of Cesse's hands palm up, and deposited it. Then, she proceeded to lay her lips good and hard upon Cesse's, as if to say, Two can play this game. Her wiles were pretty potent themselves, as Cesse was overwhelmed by her advance. She went into a hypnosis of passion, powerlessly dropped both cues—her stick and ball—on the floor, and flung her arms around Penny. But just as she was really getting into it, Penny stopped the kiss and pulled away from her. Cesse's eyes popped open in disappointment. 

"Mm?...But...but..." she stammered. 

"OH, why, dear me," Penny parroted with a sweet smile. "Did I distract you...prin-Cesse?" 

Taking advantage of her being naked, Penny palmed Cesse's ass with one hand for a good firm grip. With her other she now took the liberty of groping and stroking the Tigger, mimicking the one-digit massaging motion Cesse had performed on herself. 

Already dazed and confused, the poor down-guarded Cessy began to go crazy. Her head flew back, emitting a squeal that relinquished any and all control she had in the situation. Forced mind-altering pleasure flooded in at an unprecedented rate. In their seven months together, never had Penny gone in for the kill like this, so...so purposefully... 

Not to mention...so intensely... 

"God...Penny...please don't stop..." 

"'Please don't'? What was that?" Penny checked. "'Stop'? Okay." 

Just as suddenly as she'd grabbed her, Penny unhanded Cesse, leaving her somewhat high and dry. Her head and eyes rolled back into the forward position. Again, she was bemused and disenchanted by the sudden drop-off. She could just as easily have resumed by herself, but her own conscious touch just wasn't the same. Now her Tigger was warm, wet and pink, and at the same time she was admittedly curious why Penny was behaving so aggressively. Just because of that little stunt I pulled a minute ago? But...I was just fooling around. Just being a little naughty. Just for fun. 

"Um...Penny?...What's going on?" 

Penny smirked slyly. "What's going on is it's your shot." She stooped to the floor, picking up Cesse's equipment and handing it to her. "Remember, put the cue ball anywhere you like and then just shoot like normal." 

A little disoriented, but trying to put the events of the last sixty seconds aside for now, Cesse placed the cue ball at a spot that made the 10 easiest for her to shoot. It would not have been an extremely difficult shot anywhere on the table, as she had the 10 tying up the bottom pocket. She still had some trouble concentrating. She suddenly found herself wanting the game to be over. 

"Careful, darling," came Penny's syrupy voice behind her, taunting her. "Don't let your girls get in your way, what with them just...dangling out in the open...all exposed and vulnerable." 

As Cesse was aiming, she felt a third hand reach under and tweak one of her unprotected nipples. She gasped once more, dropping her aim and leaning onto the table for support. A sizzle of ecstasy went through her. 

"Uhhh...Penny..." 

The next she felt was a single fingertip between her legs, teasing down her slit, from clit to taint. Oh, God! her mind cried. 

"Yeeeeeeessss?" 

"Ohhhhh," Cesse groaned. "Oh, for God's sake, please..." 

"You know, sweetheart, in an odd way, this reminds me a little of a Winnie the Pooh episode," Penny remarked, now unable to keep herself from grinning victoriously. "It was where, uh...Tigger...was trying to cheer up Eeyore, and also trying to teach him to be more like him. So to make him smile like a Tigger, he rolled Eeyore over onto his back, and tickled his tummy with a feather." 

Uh-oh, thought Cesse, thinking she was seeing what Penny had in store for her next. 

"Yeah, y'know, and as I think about it further, that reminds me of something that happened once when I was at a store," Penny reminisced. "I was sitting at a table, and this pretty girl came up to me and said..." 

She leaned up to Cessy's ear and lowered her voice. 

"...'Tickle your cunny with a feather?'" 

Cesse shivered on the outside and tingled on the inside. 

"But then it turns out she was really just saying, 'Particularly sunny weather,'" Penny went on. "Heh! Boy, did I feel silly." 

Cesse gulped. She was growing so hot and bothered she could hardly stand it. One part of her rational mind ignored all this silly but effective titillation and reminded her to shoot her ball. Oh, like I could even finish it now, she thought. But the game was almost done. If she made the 10, the 8 and cue balls would be the only two left on the table. And she was pretty sure Penny would still want her to try, at least, so she snapped her wrist and fired the cue ball. Fortunately, she made the 10. Unfortunately, she also made the cue ball, careening right after, in the same pocket. 

"Oh! Sweetie!" announced Penny, forcing back her satisfied smile. "You scratched!" 

"Darn," Cesse exhaled, having trouble caring. "What does that mean?" 

"Well, for one, making a ball and scratching on the same shot excuses me from removing clothing. And this time, Messy Cessy, you fouled, you see, and so now you have given me ball in hand," a pleased Penny explained, plucking the cue ball from the pocket. "And so now, I must try for Miss 8 Ball here again. But this time, I have an easier shot, being that I can put the cue ball wherever I like. 

"And also this time, I shan't allow you to distract me." 

She lined up and got down on it. "8 ball in the side pocket." Aim one, aim two, aim three, aaaand...contact. Ka-chunk! 

"Hooray!" said Penny. "That's it! That's all she wrote." 

Whew, thought Cesse. Finally. 

"Congrats, hunny, nice shot," she said, taking Penny's hand to kiss it. "So, erm...what do we do now?" 

The corners of Penny's mouth curled up. She was going to enjoy this. She grabbed her own clothes and put them back on. 

"Wellllll...normally, under Penny James rules, the loser is forced to automatically give up any and all of her remaining clothing, and go from there. Since you're already naked, my dear, we can jump straight to the fun part." 

Gulp. "...What's that?" 

"I'll show you. You stay here, and I'll be riiiight back." 

Penny gleefully snatched up Cesse's stray clothes and trotted out of the game room with them. A little alarmed by this, Cesse laid her cue stick to rest and covered her privates, suddenly irrationally afraid someone would come in and see her, even though they were still alone in this locked up building. Then she heard something more alarming. She faintly detected the sound of Penny retrieving her keys and unlocking the front door. 

Gasp. Cesse panicked. She looked around. Finding nothing to hide behind or cover herself with, she dropped to her knees and scurried under the pool table. She wasn't sure exactly what she was expecting to happen, but didn't think she'd like it. At last, a few moments later, returned a fully dressed Penny holding a cardboard box. 

She looked around. "...Cessy?" 

The meek reply came from beneath the table. "...Penny?" 

"...What're you doing under there, silly? Hide and seek?" 

Cesse could see she had some explaining to do. 

"Oh, uh...no. I...I just got a little scared, um...when I heard you open the door, I guess I thought you were going to let someone come in and see me and...embarrass me. Or something." 

Penny laughed. 

"That imagination's gonna get you in trouble one of these days!" she chortled. "No, baby! Of course not! I just ran out to my car!" 

Cesse looked up, letting out her breath once more in relief. Given the antic she'd pulled earlier, she couldn't say she expected Penny to have no payback plan, but she didn't think things would go that far. Thankfully, she was right. Besides, Penny had already rocked her world earlier with those wicked teasing tortures. 

"Oh...so there's still no one else here?" 

"Of course not, you goofy paranoid girl," Penny repeated. "Come on now, get out from under there." 

Cesse sheepishly did as told. And then her eyes widened as she watched Penny produce from her box the very same velvety ropes she'd used to tie her down to the bed in December. A chill assaulted her spine. She looked back up to Penny, even more wide-eyed. 

"You don't mean...?" 

Penny nodded matter-of-factly, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. 

"Of course I do. Hop on up, on your back this time, babe." 

For just a moment Cessy only stared at her. 

"Don't worry, it'll hold you. You're barely a hundred and ten pounds." 

"Penny, people are going to play pool on this table!" 

"What's your point?" 

Fifteen minutes later, Penny had her once again pinned by the extremities. Cesse now lay flat on her back on the cyan felt, eyes and nipples pointed straight to the particularly high ceiling. Once Penny'd finished trussing her down, she sat on the table rail between Cesse's feet to rest and admire her handiwork. She reveled in the marvelous symmetry of Cesse's lovely body, the way her girls Minnie and Daisy jiggled like two mounds of gelatin topped with stiff stemless cherries. All they needed was a nice dollop of whipped cream each. Penny wasted nary a moment getting down to business. 

Revved up as Cesse already was, she needed a big fat zip as far as foreplay went. And Penny knew it. Cesse felt her delicate Tigger seized in her lover's soft but firm paw. She instantly and involuntarily gave up a squirt of pre-cum. 

"Oooooh!" Penny observed, rubbing her fingers together. "Well, someone's all set, ain't she now?" 

No point in denying it, Cessy only raised her head to look at her, and nodded. Penny licked off her fingers and smacked her lips. 

"Mmm...little saline, but damn nice on the palate." She turned down to look at Cesse and smiled wickedly. 

"...Wanna taste?" 

For just a moment, Cesse gave her a look she couldn't define. Then her expression softened, having a feeling Penny was going to give her a taste whether she liked it or not. And she was right. 

Next thing she knew, Penny leaned down, sinking a dizzying kiss on her just as she sank her balls. And to compound the intensity, she sensually massaged Cesse's erect clit between her index and middle fingers. Cessy's eyes snapped open, every synapse firing off wildly. Her hands clenched into snow-white fists, toes balling up just as tight. Her biceps, thighs and glutes flexed hard enough to crack nutshells. Penny realized she'd far more an effect on her than she thought. She evidently didn't know her own sexual potency. 

Because the minute she rubbed Cesse's fragile clit, the helpless girl blew a viscous splash of cum on her. 

"MMMMMMMM!!" Cesse screeched at as high a pitch as Penny'd ever heard. Her scream was muffled only by the cum-hunnyed kiss. Penny subtly ceased the kiss and grinned malevolently down on her. 

"Cesse ball...hot pocket," she leered. 

Cesse screamed, as Penny violently dug deeper inside, finger-blasting her, rhythmically and methodically. The approximately 22-second span, since Penny touched fingertips to clit and Cesse began savagely cumming in her hand, lasted two hours in their minds. Penny had once again kept her promise; she shot Cessy through and beyond previously unknown limits of heaven and eros. It went without saying that Cesse no longer cared about messing the pool table as she proceeded to cum, so majestically...so spectacularly... 

...So...perfectly. 

They would have to play pool—or other games—together, much more often. 

Penny didn't dare unhand her this time until she was certain Cesse had finished. 

But she had one hell of a time waiting to taste her fingers again. 

*** 

Safe Haven And A Capsule 

Saturday, August 8th, 2015, 11:47 p.m. 

Fast-forward another month, and the city of Juniper's first ever rec-shelter-kennel had officially opened its doors to the public. Once Cesse and Penny had furnished and fixed it up to be suitable for use, they placed notices in the papers and other periodicals, posted placards around town, put out some ads for staff, purchased a domain name, created a web site, and they were off and running. 

One day, a person came in to talk to them and ask them some questions. This man, they learned, whose name was Vance, was a street person down on his luck, just as they both once had been. This made them quick to want to take him into their building and hearts. He would be their first vagrant, and it showed them that the mere idea of taking someone in to give shelter, and actually doing it, were two different things. But they had already gone to the work of advertising to the public, and this man had come to them for help. If they were really going to do this, they had to do it. They had to commit. The cold hard truth was that they didn't know if they could trust folks who came through their doors, but they'd eventually figure out how to deal with these things. They could hire security guards and caretakers. They could do all this in time. For right now, they took Vance in and showed him around. 

Being the only patron of their B. & B.-esque home, he was skeptical, but understood they'd just been active a short while. But they assured him if he wished to stay under their care, he could come and go as he pleased, and do as he liked here. They were sure he would find many ways to have a good time. He could get himself clean, he could have a good meal, he could do whatever he...well, okay, so this wasn't exactly the Young Anybody's Christian Association. But perhaps one day... 

All Vance was very much interested in at the moment was a shower and a nap, could they provide that. They could. And voilà! There they had it; their first guest. It took some time, but word began to spread, and more tired, more poor, more huddled masses turned up at their door, yearning to breathe free. And quickly and efficiently as they could, they snapped up a congruent quantity of help: security, caretakers, cooks, coaches, teachers, therapists, group leaders, and administration to take care of background tasks. And they couldn't believe how lucky they got in finding staff. It was amazing how many folks were willing to give their free leisure time to this charity, just because they loved what they did. And for what? For the sole compensation of the occasional appreciative smile from a downtrodden soul. A kind word of thanks, and nothing more. The girls' minds were positively blown. 




Lost And Found Ch. 02: Where The Heart Is



Needless to say, Cesse and Penny were so excited they wanted to cry. They wanted to sob their joyous hearts out. Their nonprofit mission was coming true. Though Penny remained quite comfy financially, she'd sunk a sizable chip of her funds into this project, and couldn't express how gratifying it was to see the results sprouting from her (and Cessy's) good work. 

On Saturday night, the 8th of August, something new happened. It was late, close to midnight, and many of their guests had put themselves to bed in the cot room. Others, the night owls, were still watching television, playing games, reading, socializing, hanging out, or having a midnight snack. Penny was rummaging in a storage closet, rearranging and tidying this and that, when she came across a small, dusty old box she hadn't seen before. Besides being caked in goodness only knew how many years' worth of dust, it was about four inches cubic, made of burlap, tied with string, and heavier than it looked. She didn't know how long this building had been for lease by the time she and Cesse claimed it, but this intrigued her. She brought it back to show her partner. 

"Sweetie, check out what I found in the closet!" 

"A lesbian?" 

Penny laughed. "No, ya nut! It's a box!" 

"...What's in it?" 

"I dunno! It was just sitting there on a shelf behind a bunch of other stuff. It could be anything!" 

"Yecch...so it could be something alive?" 

"Cesse, c'mon. There are no air holes in it. Look, see?" 

"Ah, good, good; something dead. Much better." 

"Oh, babe, get a grip. Let's see." She shook it. "Huh. Well, that doesn't tell us much. Should we open it?" 

"Well, I don't know. It might belong to someone. It might be one of our guests'." 

"Cessy, I highly doubt that. It was practically hidden back there, and it's covered in dust. Look, I can't even get some of it off, it's so old. And besides, we're running this place now. Wouldn't you say we have a responsibility to ascertain the contents of the building? I mean, it is ours; I think we should know it like the backs of our hands." 

"Well, I guess you kinda have a point there, but it also just seems like you kinda wanna open the thing." 

"Well, yeah, I will admit I'm curious! Aren't you curious?" 

Cesse sighed. "I'm not in the habit of going through someone else's stuff." 

"W—...okay, how 'bout this," Penny proposed. "We'll just take a peek. If it seems like it's something private that belongs to someone, I'll put it right back where it was and never bring it up again. Otherwise...we take a bigger peek." 

"...Oh, all right, what the hell." 

"Cool!" They sat down together. Penny untied the string and opened the box. Cessy was still a bit apprehensive what they might find. However, when they opened it, they unearthed a smaller package wrapped in felt. 

"Oh—!" Penny threw up her free hand. "Gosh-darn it. Well, now, according to our deal, I guess we have to open this, too." 

Cesse let her proceed. When Penny pulled out what was inside and removed the felt, they found a stack of folded papers, of a couple different colors and varieties, also tied together with string. Once upon a time, they had been lighter shades of their own base colors, but the years since had tarnished their hues. 

"Hello, what's this?" said Penny. "Some kind of old keepsake? Time capsule, something like that?" 

Cesse had a confession to make with herself. Though she was playing self-righteous Miss Goody-Goody with Penny on the outside, she too was far more curious than she let on. If the truth be told, she wanted to know what these were even more than Penny did. 

"Well, I...guess it wouldn't hurt to see," said Cesse. "After all, we've gone this far." 

Penny grinned and playfully punched her arm. "I knew you had a nosy little devil inside ya, sweetie." 

The clock was just about to strike midnight as they untied the stack and dug in. Penny excitedly unfolded the top sheet of stationery and read the flowery handwriting out quiet. 

"'16 Jun. 1968'...'1968'?? Oh my God, Cessy, this is almost fifty years old! Okay, wait, let's see... 

"'Dearest Mabel: By the time you read this, I will have gone. I cherish you beyond words, but I must serve my country in Vietnam. It is my sworn honor and duty since I've joined the forces. You will always be my shining light, and I shall carry that love with me all of my days until they are no more. I reach for our precious memories when I need the strength to go on. Your hand softly caressing my cheek, a wonder-filled kiss, a sweet word of adoration wafting from your lips. You are my greatest source of comfort, of support and sunshine in my darkest hour. I cannot state in clearer terms, that: I love you.'" 

Penny looked up at Cesse, a third of the way through the letter. "Wow!" 

"Double wow," Cesse amended. Penny went on to the next paragraph. 

"'My darling, our cause is worth giving everything for, but nothing shall ever take the place of you in my heart. If we are never to meet again, it will be broken, but I cannot stand in the way of destiny. If I should not come back, promise me you will carry on, however suitable it is you do so. Whatever may your happiness entail, the chance of my passing must not hinder it. Please know that if this happens, it is my most heartfelt wish that you go on, and find your happiness wherever it may lie. The heavens open when I think of your smile. Even in death, I cannot bear to have taken it from you. 

"'Finally, my love, please understand that my devotion has never wavered, even given the nature of our relationship'..." 

Penny looked up again. "'The nature of our relationship'...I wonder what that means?" She continued. 

"...'Of all the men I and the other nurses will treat, all the men fighting among our ranks for their wives and children, none could ever be so privileged as to have what we have. Please, Mabel, never be ashamed that our love may not be spoken freely'..." 

Penny gasped. "Oh my gosh!...Cessy, I think this is a lesbian troop salute!" 

"I think you're right, Penny! Keep reading, keep reading." 

"...'While others' may. The world is unjust, my love. But never let this diminish our bond in your eyes. It is as the song says: "Our love's too precious/People hate a broken rule/People won't accept us— 

"'"But someday the world might change/And a love like ours might belong/But until that day comes along—" 

"'Thank you, Mabel, for all of your letters and your heart. I love you, ever so truly and purely, as certain as the birds greet each new dawn and the stars watch over us in the night. Never forget...yours always, Adelle.'" 

Penny and Cesse whipped their gazes back up to each other once again. 

"Triple and quadruple wow!" Penny remarked. "We were right! It was a female troop going to Vietnam writing to her girlfriend at home! They must have worked here, or-or stayed here back then or something! Oh, Cessy, this is amazing!" 

"It is!" Cesse exclaimed. "And...but...so heartbreaking!" 

"Well, that must be the most recent letter," Penny presumed. "Le'ssee here..." 

She flipped the stack over and unfolded the correspondence on the other end to see more of the same handwriting. 

"Hmm...oh yes! Here we go, '11 Oct. 1967.' This is probably the first one. 

"'Dear Mabel: Thank you so for your letter. I was very pleased and touched by your sweet words. I can only imagine what courage it must have taken you to pen such genuine emotion, let alone to deliver. Especially as I didn't presume you were aware of my feelings, or the truth of my sexuality. I cannot allow it to become known, unfortunately, but I too cannot deny my nature. I like you and find you beautiful as well, but Mabel, my dear, we must keep our feelings secret. I'm afraid we wouldn't be free to share our fragile love. But we shall let time along its way and see. In the meantime, I very much look forward to further wonderful letters. Do write more, my sweet. I treasure each word. Until our pens meet again...yours, Adelle.'" 

"Awww!" Cesse gushed. "My gosh! Those poor girls!" 

Penny shook her head. "Y'know, Cessy, as incredible as these letters are...I'm willing to bet they were just kids at the time." 

"Let's keep reading!" insisted Cesse. "I wanna find out more!" 

"Oh," Penny noted. "Little more curious than before, are we?" 

"Of course! I have to know what happens between that one and...and that one! Can I please read the next letter?" 

The minutes snuck by as they took turns reading Adelle's letters to Mabel from October of '67 leading up to the following June. They read them out loud to one another chronologically, piecing together the details of these two Sixties Chicksies and their pen-gal relationship. Adelle Smythe was an attendant at the facility, whose fledgling girlfriend Mabel Malliday was the daughter of a patient. Her father was a disabled widower, so she spent lots of her time here. Penny had been right, they found as they read on; Adelle and Mabel really were only kids at this time, in their 20s. They also deduced that Adelle was a child genius, both gifted scholastically and blessed with good fortune. She had a bright future ahead of her in the field of medicine, and her relatives in the military. Her family history was in the armed forces, and more than anything, she wanted to join the ranks. She planned to volunteer as a nurse. 

They went on reading into the wee hours of the morning, one letter after another after the next. Each letter was sweeter, lovelier, and dated four to six days after the last. They were too excited to sleep, reading the chronicle of this half-century-old correspondence. They would have loved to read Mabel's letters to Adelle, but only Adelle's were compiled in the box. Finally, they reached the last and most recent letter before the first one Penny read. It was dated June 8th. 

"...Oh my God!" Penny exclaimed in a shocked whisper. She looked up to Cesse in stunned consternation halfway through. "The facility...f—...they found out Adelle was a lesbian, and...and..." 

"...They fired her!" Cesse finished. "Based on nothing but that! Just because she was gay! Th—...that is so...wrong!" 

Penny sighed, shook her head and sniffled, blinking back the approaching tears. 

"It was a very different time, Cessy...people weren't as enlightened as they are today. At least she had the military nurse thing." 

"Yeah...wonder what she did after Vietnam?" Cesse mused. 

"And what's Mabel been doing all these years?" Penny added. 

"Are they still with us?" Cesse asked. 

"Are they single??" Penny asked. 

"If they were still alive and single, wouldn't it be a kick if we could find them and get them together again?" chuckled Cesse. 

"I could totally pay for their airfare!" chortled Penny. 

They laughed over the idea for several more moments, gazing into each other's giggly eyes. 

Then, they stopped laughing. 

*** 

Capsule Revisited 

Tuesday, September 15th, 2015, 6:07 p.m. 

It took another month and a lot of Internet sleuthing, but through the magic of social networking, Penny and Cesse successfully managed to track down the insidely famous Adelle Smythe and Mabel Malliday. They were in fact still around, now two of the more vital links in the senior citizen set, on the way to seventy. And astonishing as it seemed to the girls, they had in fact remained free, single and unattached all of these years. Adelle was discharged in 1975, and returned to civilian life. She'd have looked up Mabel, but she didn't know where to find her. On top of which, she didn't imagine Mabel could possibly have remained available all this time. 

To say the least, she was utterly dumbfounded to receive a phone call out of the blue one day from a young lady named Penelope, who apparently had taken over the building that used to be her assisted living home, and transformed it into a different kind of home. Cesse elicited a similar reaction from Mabel. It was quite an effort of convincing the elderly gals that this was not any sort of joke, that they had found Adelle's old letters to Mabel, and wanted to bring them back together. Since Mabel had relocated to Chicago and Adelle to Tucson, they indeed explained that lotto-wealthy Penny would pay for their trip back home. 

This was the most difficult part for the ladies to process. Finally, conviction accomplished, both golden girls needed a minute to think about this. They questioned themselves, were they really ready to see each other again after all these decades? 

Yes. Yes, they were. Once they located a patch of unoccupied days, Cesse and Penny flew them out, all expenses paid—complete with a limo chauffeur, hotel reservations, the entire shebang. It was quite a logistical job, but they pulled it off. When they got the word that both Adelle and Mabel had arrived in town, late afternoon on the 15th of September, they sent the chauffeur to collect them. Cesse and Penny made the announcement to the patrons for everyone who wished to come out to the front lobby to welcome them. The senior ladies weren't expecting a crowd, but they were going to get one. 

Mabel was the first to be picked up and arrive, just by 5:30. Half an hour later, the limo driver came back with Adelle. The two-act play of introductions and pleasantries went by them like a blur. The second the two saw one another again, time stood still. Suddenly, everything else vanished. They noticed nothing...not the moved expressions on the faces of their hostesses or their guests, not the changes in their surroundings in the last fifty years...nothing, except...each other. 

"Adelle? Darling? Is it really you?" 

"Mabel...oh, my dearest, I can't believe it!" 

"Oh, neither can I. Oh, Adelle, I...I never gave up hoping...that we would meet again one day." 

Numerous eyes in the room welled up. 

"Mabel, my love...looking into your eyes, I...it's...it's all come back to me: my immeasurable love for you, all over again." 

Mabel beat her to it. She began to cry. 

"Adelle, sweetheart! I love you so much!!" she wept for joy, throwing her arms around her. "Oh, if only I could have told you back then! You don't know how many hours I've spent missing you so terribly! I never thought I'd see you again!" 

"Nor I you, Mabel. I want to shout your name to the heavens and hear the beautiful sound echo a thousand times over. Oh, my dear...our lives have come so short. I never want to leave your side again." 

"Oh, Adelle...if only we were able to wed! I would be just so happy. If only!" 

A wide-eyed Penny and Cesse turned to each other, as a brief silence took over. 

"Um...ladies?" Penny raised her hand. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to stick my big nose in here, but...if you mean legally wed...well... 

"...You actually can now." 

Adelle and Mabel turned back to their hostesses. 

"What?" 

"Well, yes," Cesse added. "In case you were unaware, gay marriage became legal all over America just earlier this year. And the state of Minnesota actually legalized it two years ago." 

The old ladies' faces filled with elation. 

"My goodness!" crowed Mabel. "You mean that we can declare our sacred union, and live out the rest of our lives together?" 

Penny nodded happily at them. "Absolutely. As soon as a week, if you'd like. We could get a justice to come right over. I can handle all the technical stuff for ya, get the license...even take care of your rings if you want!" 

The next thing Penny and Cessy knew, they were drowned in an avalanche of grateful old lady affection. 

*** 

Lost And Found: Epilogue 

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2015, 10:07 a.m. 

A week later it was. 

"Omigosh, this is so exciting! We're gonna have a wedding!" Cesse said as they made sure everything was taken care of. 

"I know!" cried Penny. "Our very first!" 

The old ladies indeed could wait hardly a second to become one another's wives. It was surreal to them, after such a long spell in the dark 20th century, that their love could and would now belong, be accepted. And they wanted every last second out of it they could squeeze. So they didn't have anyone bother with a lavish ceremony, formal dress, none of that. They simply had the officiant come to the building, and the girls whipped them up a makeshift bouquet, which they held together as they took their oaths. 

"Do you, Adelle Catherine Smythe, take Mabel, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to love, honor and cherish, forever and ever, till death do you part?" 

"I do," Adelle proclaimed, practically weeping already. 

"And do you, Mabel Emma Malliday, take Adelle, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to love, honor and cherish, forever and ever, till death do you part?" 

"I do!" shouted Mabel, barely able to wait for the whole question. 

"Then by the power vested in me by this marriage license, and the state of Minnesota, I now pronounce you wife, and wife. You may kiss the bride...as may you." 

Mabel and Adelle did as the minister said, to a chorus of "aww!"s and applause from Penny, Cesse, their staff, and guests. 

It was the most beautiful wedding they'd ever seen. 

"I knew it was a wonderful idea to bring them back here," Penny whispered to Cesse. "This is their home, after all." 

And when all was said and done, home truly was, and would always remain, where the heart is. 

*** 

Later the same day, after Mabel and Adelle had bestowed another shower of thanks and gratitude upon the girls, and adjourned off in the limo, everyone eventually returned to business as usual. Cesse was working in her office when she heard a knock on the door. 

"Oh, hi, sweetie! Boy, that was a heck of a wedding, huh? I'm really glad you made me look at what was in that box." 

"Cessy...babe...I have something I wanna tell you." 

"...You do?...Am I gonna like it?" 

"Well...I hope." 

"Oh my gosh...Penny, are you about to propose to me?" 

"Uh, well, no, not exactly." 

"Oh! Okay. Whew!...No, no, not that I don't want to marry you, Penny, I-I certainly do someday, it's just—" 

"Cesse?" 

"No, it's just that, weddings get me kinda, y'know, emotional, and, I've never organized one myself, even a small little one, like—" 

"Cesse, I want a baby." 

Silence. 

"...P—...Penny...are you telling me that...?" 

"Yes. Yes, sweetheart, that's exactly what I'm telling you." 

"You mean, like...like when we were...?" 

"Absolutely. Cesse, I have never stopped thinking about what happened when I was 23. And, now...well, now I'm 35. My clock's ticking. And something that Mabel and Adelle said last week really stuck with me. I mean, you and me, we're still kinda young. To someone who's twice our age, life really is short. And depending on how we look at it, it can seem short for us too. And it's gotten me to thinking, all the past week, and yes, Cesse. I've decided, this really is what I want right now. It's perfect; we're still at a good age, we have the money, we have more wisdom than young parents...I barely have any relatives left, and I'd still love to pass on my family name. Oh, Cessy, I really, really wanna do this, hunny. Please say this is what you want too. Please!" 

"Oh, my...gosh. Um...well, wha—...uh, gee whiz, Penny, I really don't wanna bring this up, but...what happens if—" 

"I've already thought about that, Cessy. I know, I know, last year I said I couldn't bear to go through that again. And to be honest, I can do without the pregnancy. I already dealt with it once, and quite frankly, I dunno if I trust my body so much after last time. And I wouldn't wanna put you through it either. But there're alternatives. We could get a donor to help us, and then find a surrogate." 




Lost And Found Ch. 02: Where The Heart Is



"Wow...well, I suppose you're right, and...this feels like the part where I'm supposed to ask you if you're really sure, but...you kinda just answered that question." 

"Cesse, love, I have never been so sure of anything in my life. Come on, babe, what do you say?" 

Cesse's mind was pretty blown right about now. It had already taken her quite a little while to get over finding the box with the letters, bringing their corresponders back together half a century later, and then marrying them, none the less. But now...wow, she repeated to herself. She felt a little overwhelmed. She was in the midst of some serious big events. Yet... 

Penelope James, she reminded herself, was the love of her life. She would never again meet someone like her, and might never again see a proposition quite like this. As it slowly came together in her mind, all her thoughts clicked into place. And just like that, she had her answer. She wasn't sure she'd ever been so sure of anything in her life either. Her next thought would sum it all up. She voiced it to Penny out loud. She stood, nearing her, and clasped her hands. 

"Penny, if we can do what we've just done in the last week...in the last four months...in the last year... 

"...Then we can do anything. 

"Penny Isabel James, my angel... 

"...I would be no less than honored to have a baby with you." 

*** 

"Never tell the world, no, no/Never tell the world, no, no/Never tell the world/Never give it reason/To mock a love like ours/Never sing our song/Keep it locked inside/Keep it just between us/Keep it secret, never confide/Until they all have seen us/Never has the world complied/With a love that seems to reproach it/And every wrong-spoken word that we've ever heard/Warns us/We better keep our cool/Our love's too precious/People hate a broken rule/People won't accept us/But someday the world might change/And a love like ours might belong/But until that day comes along/Never tell" —Sandy Dedrick and Chris Dedrick, 1966 

"You're right, my friend, as always/You're right in what you think/You're wise, my love, I know it/The wine of truth we drink/For all that's pure must perish someday/The ship of warmth must surely sink/You're right, my friend, as always/You're right in what you think/But stay, stay, stay/Wait, wait, wait/Stay, stay another season/Wait, wait before we cry/Stay, stay another season/Wait, wait before we cry/The wrong is outside us/But inside us our love can never die/Each spring that ripens to fruitful summertime/Comes after that cold winter when tenderness is crime/No one can believe in love or conceive in love like ours/Some other season they'll get their way, regret their way/But let's be color-blind and numb to time while we may" —Chris Dedrick, 1966 

"I'm beginning to get a new kind of feeling/Beginning to sing a new kind of song/I'm beginning to see that life's worth the living/Beginning to find the right 'stead of just the wrong/There was a moon last night/A pretty bird in flight/And a quiet breeze gliding through the trees/I still can feel the ache in my heart/Showing my life to be in need of a brand-new start/Begin to sing again/I'll show you how/You could be born, born again now/It's pretty easy to love when love is given back/You think it's something special if you're white or black/But I find all love to be easy once more/Like a child who does not care who, how, why, what for/Begin to sing again/I'll show you how/You could be born, born again now" —Chris Dedrick, 1967 

"(I found love) Didn't even know I needed it/(But I found love) Never even crossed my mind/(I found love) Had a garden, never weeded it/(But I found love) Took an apple just in time/I found love in this world/And my heartstrings just unfurled/I found love in the spring/And I did not lose a thing/I found love in the fall/And it did not hurt at all/I found sunlight and flowers/Soft summer showers/I can feel my heart touch my Adam's apple/I can feel a feather in my head/There is a lightness, politeness, fingers tingle, tootsies tap/Till dawn comes and finds me never in my bed" —Chris Dedrick, 1967 

"To see her in her sleep, I am sure she is an angel/I think she was born in another world/She's my very own angel/(My very own angel)/My very own angel/(My very own angel)/She warms my eyes with the morning sun/And awakens me with the robin's song/She fills my soul with the peace of dawn/She helps me touch the gentle one/From another world, inside our world/She makes my life a happy toy/And leads me straight as a trumpet's tone/I never live a day alone/Someday she'll give me a little boy/From another world, inside our world/She's my very own angel" —Chris Dedrick, 1968 

"Now! Now is the time for lovin' me/Now! Now-now-now-now!/It's the time now for lovin' me, baby/It's a now time to please me/Oh baby, tease me in the mornin'/It's the right time to seize me in the night/'Cause I'm ready for love and I know it's for me/'Cause I finally see just how full life can be/Now's the time for me/It's the time now for kissin' me, baby/It's a now time to brother me/Oh baby, smother me in the mornin'/It's the right time to cover me in the night/It's the time now for never-let-going/It's a now time for showin' me/Oh baby, you and me could get movin'/In the right time, so groove me in the night/Now! Now is the time for loving me/Now! Now-now-now-now!" —Chris Dedrick, 1969 

"Give a little time for the child within you/Don't be afraid to be young and free/Undo the locks and throw away the keys/And take off your shoes and socks/And run you/Run through the meadow and scare up the milking cows/Run down the beach kicking clouds of sand/Walk a windy weather day, feel your face blow away/Stop and listen/Love you/Roll like a circus clown, put away your circus frown/Ride on a rollercoaster upside-down/Waltzing Matilda, Carrie loves a kinkajou/Joey catch a kangaroo/Hug you/Dandelion, milkweed, silky in a sunny sky/Reach out and hitch a ride and float on by/Balloons down below blooming colors of the rainbow/Red, blue and yellow, green/I love you/Bicycles, tricycles, ice cream, candy/Lollipops, popsicles, licorice sticks/Solomon Grundy/Raggedy Andy/Tweedledum and Tweedledee/Home free/Cowboys and Indians, puppy dogs and sand pails/Beach balls and baseballs and basketballs too/I love forget-me-nots, fluffernutters, sugar pops/I'll hug you and kiss you and love you, love you, love you, love you, love you/Love you" —Sandy Dedrick and Joe Zynczak, 1969 

"Come to me gently, for I want you to join me for a song or two/I've traveled through a lot of time and space just to share a feeling/True songs are often sad these days and yet I'll sing for you/Voices raised in song are meant for healing/The world in pain is more than I can deal with/But people one by one's a different thing/Different thing/Songs are all I have to try to heal with/Thoughts of peace and love I'll truly sing/I'll truly sing/Ever since I was born, just like you, I want to live, that's all/Live on my own in a world away from hatred/Wars and greed and guns won't feed the hungry children all/Look what is happening to life that we call sacred/One by one/People, come!/Give your name/Lose your pain/Sing it together!" —Chris Dedrick, 1970 

"You are my lover, I am your love/And it's your kisses I'm thinking of/And it's your body, and it's your soul/I know it's my feelings that I must show/You are my flower, I am your rain/And I am falling on you again/And it's the music within your voice/Calling out my name to me to share your joy/And it's the way your lips can sing a silent song to me/While they're touching me/Willingly/And it's the way your eyes reflect my eyes in love with you/And the starlight too/I could stay with you forever in the pleasure of the night/I could give the fullest measure, every treasure of delight/In the night/Of delight/You are my love/I am your love/You are my love/You are my love" —Chris Dedrick, 1971