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The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at exeunt2000@yahoo.com
Lou's Girl
by Katherine T.
Lou fell in love in the bottom half of the fourth inning.
She was at a party, bored with all the chatter, sitting alone in
the kitchen watching night baseball on a small television set.
She had no serious liking for baseball; she just wanted to be
alone awhile. Three months now without Greta, her little Greta of
the gumdrop nipples and soft belly and crazy temper. Greta had
thrown an unopened wine bottle at the wall, smashed the bottle to
bits, white wine splashing everywhere, toppling and cracking a
vase that Lou had brought back from Yucatan, and then Greta had
told Lou to go to hell and had stomped out on her high heels.
What could Lou do? She had loved the little bitch to tears, but
Greta was too much to handle. It occurred to Lou that lately all
her women were too much to handle, all of them packages of
intense trouble. Lou wanted peace. She was pushing fifty, and she
wanted a peaceful existence with a loving woman, someone who
could get her mind off the stupid politics at the university. Lou
taught chemistry, and the chaos in her personal life was making
her hate her job. How do I make things work for me? Lou thought.
Why am I watching night baseball?
The batter struck out, and at that moment a young woman
entered the kitchen, a tall brunette with a slick pageboy hairdo,
a pretty oval face, red lips, slender body, firm little ass
outlined by a tight black dress, and legs in black nylon perched
on sandals with stiletto heels. Lou had a special weakness for
pretty legs in high heels. My God, look at this, Lou thought. The
girl was a vision and this was a lesbian party.
The young woman looked at Lou. "Hi. I was told I'd find some
ice in the freezer. Is it okay?"
Lou shrugged. "Of course it's okay. It's not my freezer
anyway." She smiled and the young woman smiled back, and Lou felt
the lurch in her chest that told her she was falling in love
again.
"Thanks," the young woman said. She walked to the freezer,
opened it, and retrieved a tray of ice cubes.
"I'm Lou."
"And I'm Caroline." The young woman smiled at Lou and
pranced out of the kitchen holding the tray of ice cubes in both
hands.
Lou rolled her eyes, not at anyone, since she was alone in
the kitchen again. Now where did that lovely girl come from? Lou
thought. She certainly hadn't seen Caroline before. Now she had a
reason to rejoin the party.
Lou found Caroline in the large living room, Caroline in the
midst of a dozen women dancing to a heavy frenetic beat that
rattled the walls. Lou watched Caroline a few moments, and then
she walked over to Delia Perkins, the tough little blond who was
the hostess of the party.
"Who's the brunette?" Lou asked.
"Which brunette?"
Lou inclined her head to indicate Caroline.
Del squinted across the room and then chuckled. "Oh, that
one. She's a dream, isn't she? Her name's Caroline Crowley and
she belongs to Kell Vernon."
"Kell Vernon? I thought she left town."
"She's back, Lou. And don't start a fight here and break up
my furniture."
"You know I'm not like that."
"Maybe not you, but Kell could. She's crazy. No fighting,
okay?"
"Tell me about the girl."
"Caroline? I don't know anything about her. She works on
campus somewhere and she came here with Kell."
"Damn Kell Vernon."
A voice behind Lou suddenly rasped: "You calling me, Lou?"
Lou knew the voice. She turned slowly and faced the big
woman with a sigh. "I thought you left town, Kell."
"Well, I'm back."
"Too bad."
"Fuck you, professor."
Delia hissed at them. "Now you two don't start anything. I
mean it. I'll throw you both out of here."
"I'm leaving," Lou said. "I don't like the smell in here."
* * *
At home, Lou was depressed again. She lived in an old house
on the edge of the campus, a fine place she had tended carefully
for nearly twenty years. But what good is a fine house if you're
alone? She never liked being alone, especially not tonight after
meeting Caroline Crowley and seeing Kell Vernon again. Damn Kell
Vernon, what an animal she was. What was a girl like Caroline
Crowley doing with an animal like that? Lou lay on her living
room sofa and thought about Caroline Crowley and it caused an
ache in her belly. Those pretty legs. Oh hell, Lou thought. She
hadn't had any real sex since Greta walked out. She thought about
Rita. Before Greta, Rita had been Lou's lover. More like a slave
than a lover, since Rita's passion was hard submission, the
kinkier the better. Lou didn't mind dominating a lover, since she
dominated all of them, but Rita could pull her to the edge. Lou
did not like the edge of the abyss; you look down and you see
blackness and despair. She had promised herself she would not
call Rita again. But how could she avoid it now? She needed what
Rita could give her. After that scene with Kell Vernon, she
needed to put her mind in storage, at least for a few hours. She
reached behind her head to find the cordless phone, brought it
forward and started punching in a telephone number. Rita would
help her. Rita would moan and beg and do anything Lou wanted.
There was never any love in it, only lust. A sharp mind-bending
lust coupled with the wildness of Rita's submission. Rita's
submission to her was a like dangerous drug that had to be
avoided at all cost. Too much Rita would kill her. But when she
needed Rita desperately, nothing could take Rita's place.
The heard Rita's phone ring, and then Rita answered.
Lou said: "Hello, Rita, this is Lou."
* * *
An hour later, Rita was on her knees with Lou's strap-on in
her mouth, the cock showing the red smears of Rita's lipstick.
Rita had her eyes closed, her round mouth sliding back and forth
on the shaft of the cock as Lou stood there looking down at
Rita's face. Lou was naked, her big breasts sagging on her chest,
her hands on her hips. Watching a femme suck her cock always made
Lou hot. Rita had arrived dressed the way she knew Lou wanted her
to be dressed, almost naked under a raincoat; she now wore black
thigh-high fishnets and black pumps and nothing else. Rita was
thirty-five, with a lean body, small breasts, and narrow hips.
"Hold still," Lou said, and Rita immediately stopped moving
her head as Lou started thrusting the cock in and out of Rita's
open mouth. Now Rita's eyes were open and lifted to look at Lou's
face. They locked eyes as Lou continued fucking Rita's mouth.
"Diddle your clit," Lou said, and Rita's right hand immediately
dropped to her crotch to find her clitoris.
What a hungry bitch, Lou thought. But she liked her woman
that way. Sex was too important not to have a hunger for it. She
pitied all the miserable people without the hunger. Not having
the hunger, they scorned those who had it; the half-dead scorning
the living. She pushed the cock deeper into Rita's mouth, all the
way in until Rita's nose pressed against her belly, the head of
the cock pushing against the back of Rita's throat. Rita was too
experienced to gag; she just held on until Lou had enough and
decided to pull back.
When Lou pulled the cock all the way out of Rita's mouth, a
wad of saliva dribbled out of the corner of Rita's lips and she
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Lou looked down at her. "Have you missed me?"
"You know I have, Lou."
"Missed me or missed this cock?"
"Both."
"Kneel on the sofa with your ass up."
Rita rose off her knees and did what Lou wanted. She knelt
facing the back of the sofa, with her knees apart and her back
arched to make her buttocks prominent. Without being told, she
reached back to pull her buttocks apart.
Lou gazed down at the offered body. She loved asses, and the
stockings and heels made Rita's ass look divine. Rita's labia
were shaved clean, the cunt like a split peach at the joining of
her thighs. Lou could see a glint of oil at the rim of Rita's
dark little anus; Rita had already lubricated herself, probably
in the bathroom when she had first arrived.
Almost too perfect, Lou thought. She moved forward to fuck
her toy.
* * *
On Monday morning, Lou telephoned the university personnel
office and learned that Caroline Crowley worked in the admissions
office. When Lou telephoned Caroline and said they'd met at Delia
Perkins house, Caroline immediately remembered her. They chatted
a few moments, and then Lou said: "Are you attached to Kell
Vernon?"
Caroline hesitated. "Attached?"
"Do you date other women?"
"Kell doesn't own me."
"Good, then I'm asking you to lunch."
"Today?"
"Yes, today. Can you meet me at Hobb's Grille? It's on the
west side of the campus."
"I don't know if I should."
"Why not?"
"I hardly know you."
"That's the point, isn't it? We'll have lunch and you'll get
to know me."
Lou heard Caroline mumble something, and then Caroline said:
"What time?"
* * *
Lou and Caroline sat opposite each other in a booth, Lou
eating a hamburger and Caroline picking at a salad. Lou thought
Caroline looked as beautiful today as she had at Delia's party,
although Caroline was dressed more simply now, wearing a beige
cashmere sweater and black slacks and flats. The younger woman
wore hardly any makeup.
Lou had already learned that Caroline was from San Diego and
that she had been working on campus less than two months.
Caroline seemed impressed by Lou's status on campus. When Lou
asked about Kell Vernon, Caroline said she had met Kell Vernon in
a bar only a week ago.
"Lucky Kell," Lou said. "Can I assume you're gay?"
Caroline did not look directly at Lou. "Yes."
"How long have you been out?"
The younger woman glanced briefly at Lou's chest, at Lou's
large breasts. "About five years," Caroline said in a soft voice.
And then she began telling Lou her story. She was twenty-eight.
She had married a rich boy she had met in college, a member of a
prominent San Diego family, but the marriage had lasted only two
years because it turned out he was gay. Soon after that Caroline
realized she was a lesbian and she began openly dating women. She
liked strong women. When Lou questioned her about that and about
her relationship with Kell Vernon, Caroline became reluctant.
Lou said: "At least tell me if you intend to keep seeing
Kell."
Avoiding Lou's eyes, Caroline shrugged. "She's interesting."
Lou thought she understood everything now. She knew enough
about Kell Vernon to imagine what went on between them. She
wanted Caroline. The crazy feeling of falling in love with this
beautiful young woman was stronger than ever. Lou wanted her. And
if she could read Caroline's eyes, Caroline wanted her in turn.
"Have dinner with me tomorrow night," Lou said.
Their eyes met. It was obvious that more than dinner would
be involved. Caroline appeared to quiver a moment, and she
blushed. "Yes," she said. "I think I'd like that."
* * *
Lou treated the date with Caroline the way she treated every
date: Don't bother unless you mean it, and if you mean it, get
the woman turned on and keep her that way. She was happy Caroline
prettied herself up for the date, and when Caroline came down to
Lou's waiting car and slid into the passenger seat, Lou said:
"You look lovely, absolutely gorgeous. You have the most
beautiful legs."
"Thank you."
"I adore you in high heels."
Caroline laughed. "I'll remember that."
Lou took her to the best French restaurant in town,
requested a quiet candle-lit table, ordered a good wine, and
helped Caroline read the menu.
"You're a very nice person," Caroline said.
"I have an ulterior motive."
"Then your a very nice person with an ulterior motive. Tell
me about your work. Is it true that the chemists sometimes make
explosions in the chemistry building?"
"Yes, it's true. We make mistakes like everyone else, except
that when a chemist makes a mistake it can blow the windows out.
Otherwise chemistry is just ordinary. I teach, I do research, and
I go out with beautiful women whenever I can."
"The university doesn't make any trouble for you?"
"You mean because I'm a lesbian?"
"Yes."
Lou laughed. "I think they like it. They can brag about
faculty diversity. Having a few dykes on the faculty allows them
to call themselves progressive. Anyway, everything has been fine
so far."
And so they chatted quietly during their dinner. There was
no question that the erotic tension was building, Lou could feel
it. And she guessed Caroline could too. Lou gazed frequently at
Caroline's breasts pressing against her white silk blouse. She
wanted to see Caroline's legs, but of course that was not
possible while they were sitting down. As for Caroline, Lou
caught the younger woman's eyes on her large breasts more than
once. It turned Lou on to imagine Caroline sucking one of her
nipples, holding the breast with both hands while she sucked
hard. Lou was thankful for the size of her breasts. Over the
years, her big tits had been important in many a conquest.
When they finally left restaurant and walked out and into
the dark parking lot, Lou took Caroline in her arms and kissed
her.
"I want to fuck you,"
Caroline trembled. "Yes, I know."
They kissed again, and then they continued walking toward
Lou's car.
(to be continued)
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