Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2000 06:39:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Kristen Abrhams <msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com> Subject: Lillian-1 ---------------------------------------- Lillian-1 ---------------------------------------- I'd been pretty bored for several days and was tired of it. That'd actually been a pretty common occurrence for me lately. My "adult" life had started off so fast that I didn't have a chance to be bored. Well, when you're a sixteen year old whose twenty-six year old boyfriend gets you pregnant, you don't exactly have time to waste dreaming. My parents told me early on what they expected of me: good grades and discipline. I pretty well in the grades department. Discipline, on the other hand, was something of which I was lacking. Hence, the playing around. The dating of guys ten years older than I was. The teenage pregnancy. Daniel and I got married soon after, and he took care of me pretty well. I settled into what I thought was going to be the role of the happy homemaker. It was, really. But after our first daughter, Emma, I got pregnant again almost immediately. So, now I'm seventeen with two infant daughters. While I was focusing on the girls, I didn't focus too much on Daniel. That's OK, because he wasn't focusing too much on me either. We became that married couple that lived together and had sex together but had little business being together. Once the girls went to school, I studied and eventually got my GED to "improve myself". After that, I figured the natural progression was to go to college. My folks were even willing to help me pay for it. Of course, seeing as Daniel was so involved with the girls (he complained when I asked him to read to them), I pushed it off. Once they went to college a few years ago, I started up again saying that I was going to apply and sign up. "You're 33, Lil. That's kind of old. You're not co-ed material anymore. I don't want you to go." For some reason, I backed off. But I was really involved in my girls' studies. I was actually too involved. I got the reading lists from their courses and bought the books myself. It's to the point now that Emma (my 21 year old who's just out of school) jokes about me having several degrees. And, what else am I going to do since I've been the passive housewife of a mid-level businessman that's been leaving on long business trips on a frequent basis. Lots of time to read. Lots of time to think. And when I've had lots of time and nothing to do with it, I've been plenty bored. So, I've gone out a lot. There's a restaurant that serves great food and where I can get plenty of conversation. The people know me there and know my situation. One night, I'd had too much to drink and not enough to eat. I was buzzed beyond belief. Jean, the bartender insisted on calling a cab. Not one to argue, I agreed. But, on the way home, I couldn't find my house key. Don't ask why. I looked and looked, but it wasn't on the key ring and it wasn't in my bag. So, I asked the driver to take me to where my neighbor worked so I could get it from her. Karen Jeong worked on the local police force. We moved in next door to her family about ten years before. I was actually kind of intimidated. Even though I was twenty-six at the time, it was the first time I'd lived next to anyone that wasn't white. Not that I had a problem with Koreans, it was just that it was new to me. Any apprehension I had vanished immediately. Karen and her twin brother, Jonathan, became close friends with us. Their parents were a little distant, as neighbors can be, but they knew Daniel and I could keep and eye on their kids. And we asked Karen to keep an eye on ours too. She babysat from when she was sixteen through when she left for school. Unfortunately, things had taken a turn for the worst in Karen's family. Her father died of cancer. Her mother and brother died in a car accident soon afterwards. So, now, Karen was alone. They'd provided well enough for her. She never told us many details, but we knew she kept her folks house and started working for the police almost immediately after school. Being two women next to each other an no other family running in a out of the house, we knew we could rely on each other for help. That's why I went to the station. Karen had a copy of my house key. "They took your keys at the bar, right?" "Yes," I told Karen, "you know that Jena always does that." "Could that be where your house keys are?" In my drunken state, I'd never put two and two together. That's where they were! "Sure, Lillian. I'll drive you home and let you in. I just have to get the girls." Karen was having a couple of friends from work stay over. "It's something we do from time to time," said Mila, a stunning brunette. "Keeps us sane," chimed Katherine, another officer. Katherine still had her hair pulled tight behind her. Karen, however, let her hair down as soon as she got in the car. It was long and jet-black. Gorgeous. Even though I'm blonde (all of that Scandinavian blood in me), I've always loved long, dark hair. Makes a person seem more mysterious. Once at the house, Karen had a question. "Since Daniel's not home, you want to join us? We'll be up talking a drinking wine for a while. You can sleep in Jonathan's room." Hmm, a night of company and conversation, or a night of solitude? "Sure." ---------------------------------------- For all my enthusiasm, I showed my age and bowed out early. After an hour or so, I excused myself and went to bed. Dressed in one of Jonathan's old dress shirts, I climbed in bed and slipped off into unconsciousness. On the way, I recalled the conversation with the girls. They talked about work and life. They talked about their love lives. We even talked about sex. Their voices still echoing in my head, I became excited. I was, to put it politely, in need. Daniel and I hadn't done much in the past three months. Occasionally, we'd have sex. Him on top. Me on top. I'd give him oral sex. If I were lucky, I'd get the treat of him going down on me. In the state I was in, I'd take reluctant cunnilingus over feeling as frustrated as I did. But my fatigue was greater than my sexual desire. I slept. ---------------------------------------- I floated along the walkway next to the pool to the table. Three women sat waiting for me. Their auburn hair was highlighted by the sunlight. Obviously, they were sisters. You can always tell by the way women interact if they're sisters. Inside jokes. Secrets. They introduced themselves as Catherine, Anne and Elizabeth. "You'll be seeing us from time to time, Lillian," said Catherine. "Why?" "Consider us your guides." Anne spoke with a seriousness that made me know what she said was true. "Guides? Guides for?" "Your life. The rest of your life." Elizabeth said it with an air of anticipation. "I'm not doing it right?" Catherine said, "Wake up and go to the living room." "Watch," said Anne. The three of them stood and, one by one, kissed me on the cheek. Elizabeth, who was last, whispered, "Follow and do what Karen asks of suggests." ---------------------------------------- I woke with a start. Standing, I walked to the bathroom not knowing what to think. Too much to drink? Had I been taking my vitamins? I splashed water on my face, looked in the mirror and said, "I could do with some guidance." Slowly, I padded to the living room. There was probably nothing happening, but I wanted to see if my dream girls were on the level. From down the hall, I could hear their muffled sounds. The light from the fireplace licked the walls to show me the way. I carefully peek around the corner to see one of the most amazing sites I'd ever witnessed. Stretched across the rug before the fireplace, Karen was on her back naked. Between her legs, Mila bathed Karen's sex with enthusiasm. Katherine straddled Karen's face and was, likewise, being eaten. The long hair that had been pulled so tight was now down and deliciously covered her muscular back. "I should go back. They don't want me to see this. I don't' want to see this," I thought. "Watch." Anne's words echoed. So, I did. I found a corner to sit where I could watch without being seen. Every time I'd even thought about other women, the idea of being with one sexually was thrown out. Why? I didn't have time. I had girls to raise. I had responsibilities. Did it disgust me? Hardly. I just never gave it the time to sit in my head. But here it was... three women making love to each other. Three women enjoying it. My pulse raced. Katherine gyrated her hips to feel Karen at just the right spot. That's the best part of being on top. Being able to position your partner where you want. Her hands held her breasts tightly. I could imagine the feeling. I reached in my shirt just to feel the heat from my hand against my already hard nipples. I imagined the tongue against my wet sex. Daniel's was the only one I'd ever really felt, so I started licking my lips. Soft tongue. Delicate touch. Every breath became a sensual act. Life in. Life out. The friction of the shirt against my breasts was nothing, but that didn't stop my nipples from standing out screaming for attention. Karen occasionally slapped Katherine's bare ass. Each time, Katherine would yelp. "Yes." "Oh, God." "Harder." Mila was having her own fun with Karen's sex. The look on her face was what everyone wants when they receive oral sex. You can be satisfied with just the feeling of a warm tongue on you, but it's so much more when that person says with their expression that they LOVE going down on you. You know that all they want is for you to be happy. They won't be satisfied until you orgasm harder and louder than you ever have before. That's the look Karen got from Mila. But Karen couldn't see it because she was giving it to Katherine. Katherine couldn't see it because she was practically sitting on Karen's face. But I could see it. I could see it all. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Karen repeatedly hit Katherine's ass. Katherine shouted and screamed and collapsed on top of Karen. "Don't stop. Keep going." Karen continued to suck on Katherine's sex like a baby needing food. Meanwhile, Katherine dove in and helped Mila. Two tongues on her drove Karen t distraction. She wanted to keep sucking on Katherine, but she couldn't. Two tongues. Two sets of fingers caressing her sex. Rubbing her clit. Every breath produced a moan or a whimper. The whimpers grew to moans. The moans to screams as Karen thrashed under the ministrations of Mila and Katherine. Finally, Karen screamed for God and any other thing she could think of as the waves of her exploding climax ebbed. After a few moments to regain their composure, the women climbed off of each other and rolled on their sides so they could kiss and cuddle. I sat in the corner with my knees against my chest. The loss. I thought about the loss of my life. How I'd wasted letting Daniel do what he wanted. How I'd wasted it by not doing what I needed. How I'd lost a lot of opportunities by getting pregnant so young. I loved my daughters beyond measure, but I just felt so empty. "Lil?" My head shot up. Karen saw me in the corner and came over. She was naked and sweaty. Although she was obviously haggard from everything she'd been doing, she looked beautiful in the firelight. "Are you OK, Lil?" I looked up and bit my lip. I nodded weakly. She whispered, "How long have...?" I looked at her and tried to say something discrete. Say something tasteful. But my eyes told the story. "Oh. Are you OK with this? I can take you home. Or back to your bedroom." I shook my head. Karen gently took my hand. "Come." I stood and walked closer to her. She put her arm around me and walked me closer to the other girls. By the fire. She started to unbutton my shirt and said, "It's kind of warm here. Maybe we should take this off." As she pulled the fabric off my shoulders, I suddenly pulled it tight. I shook my head. "Just unbuttoned?" Yes. I nodded. There were two other people in the room, but Karen only focused on me. She caressed my face and gazed into my eyes. I knew everything I needed to know without exchanging a word. She'd make me feel better. She'd take care of my needs. She would give the love I wanted. Her hands wrapped around my waist underneath the shirt. My hands wrapped around her neck. I looked deep into my dear friend's eyes and knew this was safe. I gave her the softest and most sensual kiss I'd ever been able give. Her gentle passion crossed my lips and poured into my body. Every breath brought more. It strengthened me. It cleared my head. I let the shirt slip from my shoulders and land on the floor. ---------------------------------------- Comments and questions are always welcome at msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com ----------------------------------------