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Mixed Bag - Chapter Fifty Five
Karen (Part 8)
by Kylie X
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Story Codes: M/F, F/F, Lesbian Romance, Interracial
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I was thinking about it.
The wine helped, and the hot tub, oh yeah. I was thinking hard about what Karen had tried to tell me on the bus. Labels. I'd decided I was straight and that's the right word for it. Decided, because Karen had given me the choice that first night we'd been in Mrs. Peralta's. Before that, I'd never thought about it, but when Karen had hit on me…I'd made up my mind. that I was straight and the perfect person, my true love, could walk right past me and I'd never know.
If my soul mate was a woman.
I'd struggled with our friendship, much more than Karen had, I thought. She'd been patient and happy being my best friend. Not pushing me, just dropping hints every now and again, letting me know she was interested and available for more. But it was up to me and I'd known it all along. Then our talk on the bus. It hadn't been particularly brilliant or penetrating, just two nineteen year old girls talking about life and love and wishing we could sort it out. But it had meant something to me. Why was I so afraid?
"Here…" Karen was smiling, we both were, sitting in her father's Jacuzzi and it was great. He had a nice house, modern and large. It was mildly impressive to me as the neighborhood where I'd grown up had cookie-cutter houses, like three different styles alternating up and down the long streets. Only the colors were different and it was so mundane. This was much better and I envied Karen for growing up in a place like this.
"What? Oh…God!" I stuck my tongue out and let Karen refill my glass with some of her father's wine. "I'm getting buzzed."
"That's why we're here!" Karen giggled and her eyes were bright and shining, reflecting the bright blue water bubbling around us.
The hot tub was outside on a large patio and the chill of the autumn night only made it better. The water was steaming and a million stars were twinkling above the trees. I'd grown up in the city, in the suburbs just outside Minneapolis, and I felt like I'd never seen stars before. Hastings wasn't a large town and all the house lights were off except those few embedded in the Jacuzzi itself. I found myself wishing it would snow already, but winter was a few months away yet.
"This is so great," I sighed, leaning back with a full glass of wine and sipping it. "What's your dad do? He must be rich."
"Nah," Karen wrinkled her nose. "He works for Honeywell, some program manager or something. I dunno. What's your dad do?"
"He's a dentist," I giggled.
"Hah! Those guys are rich!" Karen teased me and I rolled my eyes. "No wonder you have perfect teeth."
"Right!" I sipped more wine. "You don't know what I went through growing up. We didn't have a tooth fairy at my house, we had a tooth Nazi.""Heh!" Karen laughed at me.
"Seriously, if I put a tooth under my pillow? I didn't get a quarter in the morning, I got a new toothbrush."
"I can imagine," Karen turned around, leaning over the edge of the tub to put the wine on a table that was nearby.
Her pale skin glistened and we were both naked except for our panties. Karen hadn't bothered to tell me I'd need my bathing suit, but I hadn't really complained or anything about it since it was only her and I there. Two college girls alone behind a high privacy fence, who needs bathing suits? So I'd stripped boldly down to my little black panties and Karen had undressed all the way to her boyish boxers, which had made me laugh. She'd been wearing her strap-on dildo too and Karen had blushed slightly, excusing herself to change in her bedroom. When she'd come back outside, she'd been wearing a pair of pink bikini panties and carrying a couple towels for later.
Now I watched her back curve as she leaned over and Karen's small butt came out of the water. I should have looked away, but I didn't. Karen was small and her body was very much like a teenaged boy's, I thought, with her narrow hips and smallish breasts. But that was nice too and I liked the way she was different from me. Her panties were transparent and her butt was firm and round and I was checking out a girl's ass. I looked down quickly when Karen turned around and I didn't think she'd caught me, but maybe…I drank more wine and set my glass aside. I'd had enough to drink.
We didn't say anything for awhile. We just sat there, sometimes looking at each other, sometimes looking up at the stars. Every now and again the breeze would pick up and the trees in the backyard would creak and a few more of the last stubborn leaves would fall unseen. It seemed lonely to me, although it shouldn't have. Karen was with me, but we were apart and I didn't like it. I didn't understand it. There were so many thoughts and emotions underneath the surface of our relationship and I was afraid to examine them, but we both knew they were there. And we both knew that we both knew, and…
"I'm afraid," I said finally and this was the reason we were there, but my tummy was tight and my heart going fast. What if I ruined everything?
"Of what?" Karen asked softly, watching the water bubble around my half-submerged breasts, my dark skin glistening with moisture.
"If…" I licked my lips, avoiding her eyes. "If I kiss you, what if I don't like it?"
"Kylie…" she smiled.
"What if you don't like me anymore?" I wondered and I couldn't not ask those questions. Would I be the same person?
"I trust you," Karen said and she was taking off her glasses, setting them aside and they were wet anyway.
"I'm not gay," I laughed, shaking my head and spilling some wine. "But I feel…Sometimes when I'm with you, I want to be."
"I'm gay…" Karen sighed and she was smiling, setting her glass down.
"I know," I said, but I was holding my breath and no sound came out of my lips. Karen was crossing those few feet between us.
"…and when I'm with you," she whispered, "I know it doesn't matter."
"I don't understand," I narrowed my eyes as Karen moved between my legs, forcing them gently wider as she pressed her body to mine.
"I'd love you no matter who we were," Karen told me, her eyes staring into mine and I felt her small breasts against my own.
Karen's elbows found the ledge of the hot tub, just outside my shoulders and her hands were touching my hair. My thighs rubbed against her narrow hips and we were so close, her nose almost touching mine, her lips an inch away from my mouth. I was breathing hard and my heart pumping wildly. This was why she'd brought me here, for this moment. We'd both known it all along. I'd gotten on that bus understanding that Karen would try to seduce me and the only question was whether or not I would let her. But that wasn't a question at all, was it? I'd gotten on the bus.
"I don't know if I love you like that," I closed my eyes and my hands were on my tummy, but I was moving them, finding Karen's sides and her skin was so soft under the water.
"It's alright," Karen breathed. "Open your eyes for me."
"Yeah," I did as she asked and when Karen kissed me I didn't close them.
I watched her as the girl's soft lips touched mine, lightly at first and then the tip of her tongue invited me to open. I was holding my breath again as Karen's tongue entered my mouth and she was light and soft, moving slowly as her fingers moved deeper into my hair. She held my head gently and I moaned, my own hands sliding around to her back. I wanted this, I told myself, I didn't have to be afraid of it. I wanted to enjoy it and I returned her kiss. My tongue moved against Karen's, tickling her, exploring the delicate muscle filling my mouth.
Karen's nipples moved against my breasts and they were long and hard, making me realize that mine were the same way. I pulled the girl tighter against me and Karen groaned into my mouth and our tentative kiss had become deeper, our lips sealed as our heads tilted opposite each other. This was a deep, sexual kiss, the one we'd been waiting for. Karen massaged my scalp and neck and I was stroking my fingers along her spine. We made out for a long time that way, hardly pausing even for air as our tongues moved from my mouth into hers and back again.
"Ummph…" I breathed, stiffening for a brief second and then relaxing as I felt Karen reaching between us to find my left breast with her hand.
She played with my nipple, rubbing it with her thumb and then pinching it gently, making me moan with pleasure. She did the same with her other hand, so that she held my big black tits in her small white hands while we continued to kiss. Karen squeezed me hard, the way I like it, and I was nodding and making muffled sounds of agreement. I slid my hands down the girl's back and found her ass, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her panties and Karen squirmed eagerly. She was sucking my tongue as I grabbed her firm round butt in my fingers and pulled the girl as close as possible.
My legs were around hers as I sat on the molded plastic seat that encircled the hot tub. Karen was nearly lying on top of me and it was awkward and clumsy, but we were beyond caring. I was excited by her, aroused by a woman for the first time in my life and it wasn't so much different than being with a man. It was completely different than being with a man. My tummy was tight and my blood rushing hot and fast through my veins. I felt the familiar desire to touch and be touched everywhere all at once. But the truth is that I wasn't thinking of Karen as a girl, or not being a boy, she was a person and that was all. She was someone I cared about and wanted to be with and now she was making me feel so good. Nothing else mattered.
"Are you okay?" Karen asked me and she was pink all over, breathing hard and smiling as I held her butt in my hands and I giggled.
"Yeah" I nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I think so. I'm not scared anymore."
"Good," Karen laughed at me and she was still fondling my breasts, pressing her palms against my swollen nipples.
"Um…" I frowned at the house and it took me a second to realize what was wrong. "Karen…
"Hmmm?" She busy watching my eyes while she caressed my breasts.
"Why are the lights on?" I asked her.
"What?" The girl blinked at me and then turned around, looking over her shoulder and that was about the time someone was opening the sliding glass door.
"Karen?" a man asked and I couldn't really see him, the kitchen lights were on behind him, so he was dark and his face in shadow.
"Oh shit," my friend breathed, pushing herself away suddenly, splashing as she moved to sit opposite me once again.
"Dad?" Karen swallowed hard and I was sinking a little lower in the water. "What are you doing here? I thought…"
"Something came up at work," he said, coming closer and I was more than a little embarrassed. "I couldn't get away this weekend."
I was sitting in the guy's hot tub, basically naked except for my panties, and I'd been making out with Karen. She was nervous too, definitely red in the face, and we were both wondering how much her father had seen. How long had he been home? Long enough to see his daughter making out with a black girl? Karen had told me that her dad didn't know she was a lesbian and she didn't want to tell him. The girl was out of the closet everywhere else, but not with her parents.
"Hi," the man said, smiling at me and I was sitting as low as possible, with the water up to my chin and my arms crossed over my breasts.
"Hi," I replied, trying to sound normal and telling myself to smile.
"Oh…Uh, Dad. This is Kylie, um…From school," Karen was chewing her bottom lip. "I invited her for the, uh, you know…the weekend, and…"
"Kylie?" He looked from Karen to me and at least he was keeping his eyes on my face. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mark."
"Hello," I nodded and for a second I was afraid he was going to offer me his hand. "Mark, okay."
He was smiling at me, a little amused at our discomfort, but only because he knew we were basically skinny dipping in his Jacuzzi. My clothes were piled up on a lawn chair just a few feet away, my bra right on top, and couldn't have missed it. Mark was good looking too, an older man for sure, old enough to be my father obviously, but tall and fit, with a handsome face and light brown air, maybe blonde. It was hard to tell just then. A nice face though and nice eyes, although I couldn't tell what color they were, but the smile on his lips reached them and he was very comfortable to look at.
"Drinking my wine again?" he looked at Karen. "Always something with you, isn't it?"
"Oh please," Karen sighed. "We're not getting drunk."
"I know," Mark smiled at me. "I guess I've done my fatherly duty and embarrassed her enough."
"Be nice," Karen said.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you, Kylie," Mark told me and I nodded at that, smiling and having no idea what to say.
"Dad…" Karen shook her head.
"The water looks good," Mark decided, ignoring his daughter. "I guess I'll go get my shower. You're staying all weekend, Kylie?"
"Um, yeah," I replied, glancing at Karen. "If that's okay?"
"Sure," Mark smiled. "Always nice to have company and Karen only comes when I'm not here," he gave his daughter a chiding look. "Anyway, you girls have fun."
"Okay," I smiled back and he nodded, letting his eyes linger on mine and for being something like forty years old, I was liking the way he looked at me.
"Oh man," Karen whispered, frowning as her dad left us.
"What?" I asked her.
"I left my dildo on my bed."
"Oh," I almost laughed, but Karen looked pretty unhappy. "You think he'll see it?"
"Yeah," Karen nodded. "I didn't close my bedroom door or anything. Shit."
"You think he's going to care?" I wondered and my friend gave me a look. It didn't matter if her dad cared or not, it would be seriously embarrassing. "What are you gonna do?"
"Go up there and hide it," Karen said unhappily. "I feel like I'm fifteen again. God!"
"Well you better hurry," I said and this time I did laugh, watching her father moving around in the kitchen.
"Distract him for me," Karen said.
"What?" I rolled my eyes. "Distract him? How? I'm naked here!"
"I don't know," Karen said. "Just…talk to him. Keep him down here until I put my dildo away."
"Just run upstairs!" I said. "Stop acting fifteen and maybe you won't feel…"
"Kylie!" Karen was watching her dad as she got out of the hot tub, naked but for her little pink panties, of course, and I just giggled.
"You're so weird," I told her and Karen was wrapping a towel around her breasts and it didn't cover her ass at all, or her puffy little pussy which was plain as day through the thin, wet cotton.
"This sucks!" she said and she was sorta tip-toeing quickly to the glass door, sliding it open and then basically running past her surprised dad. It was pretty funny.
"Everything okay, Kylie?" Mark stuck his head outside.
"Huh?" I put a stupid look on my face without thinking about it.
"Karen said you needed something?" he was smiling at me from a dozen feet away and I wondered why Karen had said anything at all. All she had to do was go upstairs before her dad did, it wasn't rocket science.
"Uh, no…" I shook my head, glancing down to make sure my boobs were safely under the water and I felt a rush of warmth when I looked back up and realized Mark was coming outside again.
"Karen said she'd made a friend at college," Mark said. "But she didn't tell me you're so…"
"Black?" I offered, without thinking about it and Jesus! I was so stupid sometimes. What did me being black have to do with anything, except I was thinking how Mark looked so white. Talk about a one track mind!
"What?" he gave me the funny look I deserved. "No, I was going to say she didn't tell me you were so pretty." Mark cleared his throat and looked a little guilty maybe. "Sorry, that sounds kinda like a line, doesn't it?"
It did, yeah, but I was so embarrassed about what I'd said that I barely noticed. Mark was a good looking man and in typical Kylie fashion, when a handsome white guy was around, I was pretty much a walking blonde joke, or a sitting one as the case may be, and I was like, this is Karen's dad! Not some college guy, this was way off limits and for a lot of good reasons. I'd been making out with his daughter! Now I was feeling all tingly because he was standing there next to the Jacuzzi, smiling at me and knowing I was naked under the bubbles that were probably hiding nothing at all.
God! What was wrong with me? I'd had sex with Brandon that afternoon; I shouldn't be this…Horny? No, just interested, I told myself. I was interested in a handsome white man, an older one. He had a job and a house and a lifetime of experience to share, and what was I thinking? He had a daughter the same as age as me. My best friend too! Yeah, I was in kind of a panic, because he was white and I was black, and I'd gotten warmed up nice kissing Karen, all ready to maybe give into her completely, and now Mark was here.
I was in trouble.
"I love your house," I said, just begging for something semi-intelligent to sprout from my lips by accident. "I mean, this hot tub is really nice." That wasn't it and I frowned at myself.
"Yeah," Mark smiled. "I like it. It's nice in the winter. I don't really get to use it a lot anymore though."
"Oh," I nodded, like that was important and I wondered why I'd brought up the hot tub at all. Like I wasn't the center of enough attention?
"Is it hot enough?" Mark asked me.
"Yeah," I said. "Oh yeah, it's really uh, warm. You want to get in?"
What? The tub was suddenly a thousand degrees warmer and I looked down quickly. Was I insane?
"What? Oh!" Mark looked surprised at that, as well he should have and he was probably wondering what was wrong with me. "Karen might, uh…I think…"
He looked a little flustered for the first time since I'd met him and it was kind of cute, actually. Mark was smiling apologetically and glancing over his shoulder and he knew about Karen, I understood that all of a sudden. Mark knew his daughter was gay and he was thinking I was her girlfriend, or something. At least a girl Karen was interested in, put it that way. I saw it on his face and I suppose being a lesbian was a harder secret to keep from her father than Karen appreciated. I wondered what that meant about me and my father.
"Karen will be okay," I lied, having no idea what Karen would think, but pretty sure she wouldn't be thrilled to find her dad in the Jacuzzi with me.
"I'll have to go find my swimsuit and…"
"I'm not wearing one," I shrugged and I know why I was acting that way. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. I'd been kissing a girl and despite all my talk and all of Karen's gentle persuasion, I knew I wasn't gay. I wanted to prove it.
"Yeah," Mark chuckled and he nodded slowly. "I sorta noticed that, uh…" he cleared his throat. "How, um…How old are you, Kylie?"
"Nineteen," I said, trying not to frown at the question. "How old are you?"
"Forty-one," Mark said. "I think…I'll just take a shower and go to bed. It's, uh…Been a long day."
"Oh," I nodded, feeling a fresh wave of humiliation as my clumsy pass was gently refused. "I didn't mean…"
"I know," he smiled. "Maybe tomorrow you can talk me into a nice long soak."
"Okay," I said, trying to save a shred of pride and at least the man was being nice about it.
Mark must have really thought I was some kind of slut or something. Inviting my best friend's dad to get naked in a Jacuzzi with me? Like fifteen minutes after we'd met? If a guy did that to me I'd probably slap him, except then I was thinking about Brandon and he'd basically asked me to fuck him three minutes after he'd called me. Was I a slut? I closed my eyes, sitting there alone and thinking I should get on the first bus back to Minneapolis and never, ever come back here again. I was seriously embarrassed.
"What's wrong with you?" Karen's voice brought me awake and I sat up with a jerk, looking at her.
"Nothing," I said. "What's that?"
"A bikini," Karen laughed. "I figured you'd want to wear something."
"Yeah" I nodded and Karen was wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a red bra. "What about you?"
"I only got one swimsuit," she shrugged. "I'm fine. I hope this fits you. I only wore it like twice when I was seventeen."
"Hmmm…" I thought it looked pretty small for me, a little yellow bikini that would have been reasonably modest on Karen, but she was a petite girl.
I was going to dress sitting in the water, even though Mark was upstairs, probably in his shower by then. Still, if he happened to peek out the window…I stood up in the center of the hot tub and the water was only to my hips, thanks to those long black legs of mine. Karen didn't object, she wanted to watch me, but her eyes did glance towards the house every now and again as I pushed my panties down. I was practically shaking, thinking that if Mark decided to look out his window just then, he'd get a real nice look at my firm black ass.
"Is my butt hanging out?" I asked with a frown, standing topless and using the excuse to turn, just in case Mark wanted to see my tits in all their glory. Jesus! I hoped he was watching.
"That's pretty small, Kylie," Karen giggled and she reached for me, which was a surprise.
I got an even bigger one when the girl pulled the back of the yellow bikini bottoms inward, pulling the material between the round globes of my ass like it was a thong or something. Karen gave them a good yanked and I gasped, blinking at her over my shoulder.
"Karen!"
"What? It looks better that way," she told me and I knew Karen was still hot.
After making out with me for half an hour, she figured we were good to go now. This was foreplay and Karen wanted to fuck me. She could barely keep her hands off me and I giggled as the girl played with my ass for a minute.
"What if your dad sees us?" I kind of turned my butt away, from one side to the other while Karen leaned over the Jacuzzi and gave my butt a squeeze.
"Shhh…" she grinned at me and pulled away. "I was just fixing your swimsuit, that's all."
"Heh!" I rolled my eyes and looked up at the second floor, seeing the windows dark up there.I wondered if Mark was looking at me while I put on the yellow top. It was a nice color for me, golden yellow to contrast with my dark skin, and so small! God! Like A cups or something and they didn't contain my tits at all. It wasn't a one-size-fits-all bikini, that was for sure. I was lucky to get my swollen nipples covered up, but at least the strings were long enough and Karen was nice enough to tie them for me.
"I can't believe my dad came home," Karen was saying softly. "You think he saw us kissing?"
"I don't know," I shrugged, holding my hair out of the way. "He's your dad. Did he act suspicious?"
"No," Karen admitted, tying the strings behind my neck. "He likes you though."
"Well…Why wouldn't he?" I laughed, but I knew what she meant. He was interested, the way all guys were, and I was pretty used it by then.
"No, I mean…he couldn't take his eyes off you," Karen sighed.
"Oh, I don't know about that," I laughed nervously. "Probably being naked had something to do with it."
"You like him?" Karen asked me, finished with my bikini and I looked at her over my shoulder.
"What? You're going to hook me up with your dad?" I made a face at her.
"No!" she blinked at me, frowning slightly. "I'm just asking. I mean, he's good looking, he's white, so…"
"So, like I can't control myself?" I shook my head at her and started sitting back down in the Jacuzzi. "Give me a break, Karen. I'm not gonna hit on your dad, okay?"
"Yeah," she nodded, forcing herself to smile and then laughed. "Sorry. I just…I didn't think he was gonna be here."
"I know," I said, forgiving the girl and I was such a total hypocrite just then.
I had hit on her father, asking Mark to get into the hot tub with me and then…what? I was gonna fuck him there in the water with Karen watching? I was feeling pretty pathetic and I had to hide it, and that sunrise bus back to college was sounding better and better all the time.
"Grab the wine," I told Karen. "I think I just want to get drunk."
"Really?" Karen laughed and picked up the bottle. "It's about gone. I'll get another one. What kind do you want?"
"The strong kind," I giggled self-consciously. "I'm sorry I'm so confused all the time."
"Sorry? You don't have to be sorry about anything," Karen said, looking at me and trying to figure out what kind of weird mood I was in now. "Do you feel bad about, um…us? What we were doing?"
"No," I sighed. "I just…Get some more wine."
I didn't know what I felt. I felt everything. I was guilty and frightened and nervous and excited and…It was the same as always, I thought. I should have been used to it by now. I never knew what I was doing and everytime I did, something new would come along and spoil it. I'd been ready to go all the way with Karen. I'd been opening up maybe, or at least willing to try, and then her dad arrives and suddenly I lose all interest in the girl. I want him. I want to be the woman and be with a man. Someone handsome and white, just like Karen had said. A white man loving me, that's what I wanted and that what's Brandon hadn't been able to give me.
Sex without love was pointless.
To be continued…
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