| Girlfriends, Chapter 12 Saturday, September 26 (continued) Dad woke us up the next morning. We sat up at the edge of the bed, both of us still naked. I asked him what he wanted. ”Lynn’s mother just called,” he said. ”They’re looking for Lynn.” ”Did you tell her I’m here?” she asked him. ”I didn’t know you were here until now. It doesn’t matter, though. You have to get dressed and go home right away. Your parents are worried sick about you.” I put my arms around Lynn and told Dad, ”she doesn’t have to leave right away.” ”I’m sorry, sweetie,” he said, ”but I have an obligation as a parent. If you were the one who was missing, I would want to know the second someone found you.” ”But it’s our last chance to be together,” I pleaded. ”Alright, I’ll wait. Get dressed and come down to the kitchen. Maybe we can figure something out.” We got dressed and when we got down to the kitchen, Dad was there waiting for us. ”Have you called Lynn’s mother yet?” I asked him. ”No, not yet.” ”What if we went somewhere else?” Lynn asked. ”You can deny knowing I was here.” ”Your mother will still be worried about you.” ”I can leave her a note.” ”But how will she get it?” ”She can find it here,” I suggested. ”If Lynn calls her mother and says she is here, we can be gone by the time she gets here.” ”And you can be out buying breakfast when we leave,” Lynn added. ”But we’ve got breakfast,” Dad noted. ”Not if I threw it out. It will look like you were tricked too,” I said. ”Where will you go?” Dad asked. ”I don’t know.” ”I have an idea. Wait here.” Dad left the kitchen and came back a few minutes later. In the mean time, I picked out a pretty mini-skirt for Lynn to wear and and put her other clothes in a bag. ”I have set you two up in room at a hotel. The manager there is a friend of mine, and he will take care of you,” Dad said when he returned. We actually managed to pull off the crazy scheme and get to the hotel room that awaited us. The room was pretty small, but it had a big bed. ”Come here,” I said as soon as we were alone, and pulled her to me. I undressed her right away. Once we got all our clothes out of the way, I led Lynn to the bed and we crawled in under the cover. We made out and cuddled in the dark for a while, until it got too warm in there. ”Let’s get this cover out of the way,” I said and pushed it off the bed. Lynn was so beautiful, lying outstretched naked on the bed. She wasn’t crying, but she looked like she was about to. All I could think of was to distract Lynn, so that she would forget about our inevitable breakup for at least a little while. I sat down next to her pussy and studied it closely. ”Hello, Lynn’s pussy,” I said. ”Lynn, I haven’t given your pussy a name,” I said. Lynn sat up. ”You want to name my pussy?” she asked. ”Yeah, why not. What do you think is a good name?” ”I don’t know.” ”Ok then, I will name it. How about, let’s see, Frank?” Lynn started laughing. It was nice to hear her laugh again. ”You can not call it Frank.” ”But it looks like a Frank, don’t you think so?” ”No.” Fine. I will call it Bubba. Hello Bubba,” I said to her pussy. ”Don’t call my pussy Bubba!” ”Oh come on, Bubba is a beautiful name.” ”But it’s a guy’s name. If you have to name it, at least give it aq girl’s name.” ”Alright, I will call it Linda.” ”Thank you.” Lynn lay back down again. ”Hello miss Linda,” I said. ”You look very pretty today. Mind if I fuck you?” I let first my middle finger and then my ring finger slip into Lynn’s wet little cunny, and began fucking her in a slow pace. Lynn quickly got into it and moved in the same rhythm. ”You like this?” I asked her. ”Mmm,” she purred. I kissed and sucked on her nipples, teasing them with the tip of my tongue. As I did this, Lynn began moaning. Lynn was getting wetter and I wanted to taste her, so I pulled my fingers out of her and replaced them with my tongue. Lynn spread her legs for me, and I sat down between them. I put the two fingers back into her pussy, this time fucking her somewhat harder. I wanted to make her come right then, so I sucked and licked her clit as well. Half a minute of this treatment was enough to make Lynn come. The orgasm hit her, and she was squirming and writhing, but I continued fucking her until she relaxed. I put my two fingers that had been inside her in front of her mouth and let her lick them clean. It was such a turn-on to watch her enjoy her own pussy juices. I crawled up next to Lynn and gave her a kiss. ”I want to make you came too,” Lynn whispered to me and put her hand on my pussy. I felt a finger slip in and out of my cunt hole in a rapid pace. I just love it when she does that. Then she suddenly stopped. ”Excuse me,” she said and stepped over to her bag on the floor. She picked out the dildo and brought it back to the bed. ”I didn’t know you brought that,” I said. ”I plan on taking it with me when I leave tomorrow, and I couldn’t do that if I had left it at your house.” She sat down between my legs and spread my pussy open. Carefully, she pushed the dildo all the way into me. Then she just slowly pulled it out a couple of inches, the way she knows I love to be fucked by it. She fucked me slowly with the plastic toy and rubbed my clit with her other hand. Whenever it was sliding into me, I pushed back. Lynn moved to my side and started sucking gently on my clit. A couple of minutes of that was all I needed. I let out a loud groan as I came. Lynn pulled out the dildo and licked my outer lips until I finished coming. I took Lynn in my arms and we lay silent on the bed. I could see tears running down her cheeks. I had no idea how to comfort her this time. Suddenly she began giggling softly. ”I had never been so terrified in my life,” she said all of a sudden. ”When?” ”When you told me you were in love with me.” ”I remember. You were shaking.” ”I was already in love with you by then.” ”You were?” ”Yeah, but I would never have dared to tell you. I was so happy just being around you and do stuff with you.” ”When did you fall in love with me?” I asked her. She had never mentioned this before. ”That first day, in the library. I had seen you before around school and thought you were very pretty, but you were so popular and I didn’t dare talk to you. Remember that day, when you suggested we do homework together?” ”Of course. I remember everything that happened on that day.” ”Thinking back, don’t you find it strange that I, a straight A student, would wanna do homework with a fairly mediocre student like you?” ”I never thought of that. So you did homework with me just so you could be with me for a couple of hours a week?” ”Actually, I thought you meant that I would do your homework for you, and I would have been happy to, just to have an excuse to talk to you twice a week.” ”Really? Wow, you must have had it in for me bad.” ”You can imagine how happy I was when I realized what you had really meant.” ”But why were you so afraid then, when I told you how I felt about you?” ” I thought maybe somehow you had found out how I felt about you, and decided to trick me or something.” Tears were running down her cheeks again. I hugged her even harder and kissed her on the forehead. ”Why didn’t you leave?” I asked. ”I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.” ”I’m glad you stayed.” ”I am too.” We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. I kissed her on the nose and she giggled. ”Remember your first sleep-over?” I asked Lynn. ”Our first night sleeping in the same bed. How could I forget?” ”We watched that movie, and every now and then, we lured Dad out of the room so that we could kiss.” ”You were the one doing the luring, I had nothing to do with that.” ”No, you just wanted to watch the movie.” ”It’s a good movie.” ”I know.” ”Let’s watch it again.” ”Now?” ”Why not?” ”I guess it could be nice.” Actually, I just saw as a chance to keep her distracted for a while, I couldn’t take any more of her tears. Casablanca maybe wasn’t the best choice, considering the circumstances, but Lynn wanted to see it and I couldn’t say no to her that day. We had the manager bring the movie and a VCR to our room, so that we could watch the movie. We also had lunch while we watched it. After lunch, we sat back down on the bed like before, with her in front of me. I had one hand on her pussy and rubbed it gently through the rest of the movie. Lynn cried again at the end of the movie. I tried to comfort her the best I could and kissed her tears away. I rolled her over on her back and got on top of her. She didn’t do much at all, just lay there and sobbed while I kissed her her softly. Very slowly, I began rubbing my pussy on hers. At first I just grazed it, but then I increased pressure at every stroke, until my lips divided and enfolded Lynn’s slit. Lynn got into it as well, putting her hands on my butt and pressing me harder against her. We kept it up until I couldn’t hold myself in that position any longer. I rolled off her and lay panting on my back. Lynn turned over on her side with one leg over one of mine. She pushed two fingers inside my cunt hole and started finger fucking me hard. I closed my eyes and took in the incredible sensations, like the squishy sound coming from my soaking wet cunt, and the delicious scent of Lynn’s pussy when she’s horny. Lynn pulled her fingers out of me and brought them to my face, smearing my own juices on my lips. Then she kissed me with fever-like passion. I put my arms around her and we snuggled up together, still kissing. I let my hand travel down her body until it reached her soft little cunny. I rubbed it up and down a few times, getting my fingers all wet. Two of my fingers slowly slipped into her, first one, then the other. I pushed the fingers in as far as I could and held them there, as I kissed her small tits. Teasing her sensitive nipples gave a shudder and a moan in response. I took it as a sign she was ready. I held her pussy spread and pulled my fingers out of her entirely before pushing them into her hole once again. I did this over and over, and every time, Lynn would let out a soft moan. It was so hot, watching my two fingers slip in and out of her cunt like that. She was getting closer to coming, and I wanted it to be as good as I could make it. When I had the two fingers all the way into Lynn’s cunny and my other hand was on one of her tits, squeezing its nipple, I bent down and put my lips around her clit, sucking it and carefully licking it with the tip of my tongue. My fingers was fucking her hard, and the loudness of her moans increased as my tempo did. Lynn came in a convulsion that made me lose grip of her clit. My fingers were still in her though, and I kept fucking as hard as I possibly could, even as she screamed out loud and thrashed around on the bed. I didn’t even try to hold her down, I just let her go with it. Afterwards, I held her for a while and let her rest on top of me. Before she had time to let her mind wander to our inevitable end, and begin crying again, I took her hand and placed it on my pussy. ”Fuck me,” I whispered. Lynn began by rubbing my clit a while, getting me all horny again. She got three fingers into my stretched cunt hole and pushed them in and out of my cunny. It was a bit tight, but I was pretty relaxed and it felt really good. I looked on as Lynn continued fucking me with her fingers. I still haven’t gotten used to the view of having someone else’s fingers disappear deep into my pussy. It’s an amazing sight, really. And quite a turn-on. She fucked me with her fingers until I came. She held me tight as the orgasm subsided. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when I woke up, it was almost three pm. I kissed Lynn gently on the forehead to wake her up. We were all messy from sweat and pussy juice, so we decided to take a shower. It was a small shower, barely enough room for the two of us in there. I picked up the shower head and held her hair up, as I began showering Lynn off. She turned around and I washed her back. When she was all wet, I put the shower head away and opened the wrapper of the soap bar. She was still facing away from me when I rubbed the soap on her tits, arms and shoulders. I continued down her body to her pussy, which got a lot of attention. I let the edge of the soap slip between her folds and then rubbed it up and down until she began moaning. I turned Lynn around and sat down on my knees to soap her legs. Her pussy was now at the level of my eyes, and I couldn’t resist pushing a finger into it while I rubbed the soap on her legs with the other. I stood up again and I soaped her back and her butt. Finally, I rinsed it all off and stood up behind her once again. I let two fingers of my right hand slip into her cunt, while my other hand rubbed her clit. ”Come for me, babygirl,” I whispered to her when she was getting close to orgasm. Lynn came, and her body went limp. I had to grab her and push myself back at the wall so we wouldn’t fall. Her orgasm subsided and she got her strength back. She turned around and gave me a long kiss. After a couple of minutes of rest, Lynn cleaned me the way I had her. When she was done, she had me sit down in front of her and spread my legs. She sat in front of me and leaned over and kissed my pussy. I was was already horny from when she had cleaned it before, and when her soft lips grazed my slit, I almost came right then. Lynn noticed, of course, and pulled away. She waited a minute and then sucked and licked my pussy until I came, which was almost instantly. We dried each other off and went back to the bed and got dressed. We sat silent on the bed for a while. The clock said 15:38, which meant this was the last half hour of our relationship. I took Lynn in my arms and hugged her. ”I love you, babydoll,” I whispered softly. She didn’t say anything. ”Listen,” I continued, ”you will find a new girl to love and who loves you and wants to make you happy just like I have. And when you find her, don’t think of me.” The last thing I wanted to think about was Lynn being with other girls, but I had to say it. She wasn’t mine anymore. Lynn just looked at me, tears running down her cheeks. I was crying too. Her lips trembled and she tried to say something but she couldn’t make any sounds. Sobbing she threw her arms around me, and we hugged until there was a knock on the door. I dried Lynn’s tears off her face and went to open the door. It was the hotel manager and he told us he would escort Lynn to an awaiting taxi, and that I was to wait in the room. I picked up the dildo and handed it to her. We hugged and kissed one last time as girlfriends, and then it was all over. She was out of my life. *** Epilogue Dad came to the hotel room a few minutes after Lynn had left. The first thing he did was hug me and comfort me. That night was the worst of my life, I didn’t get any sleep at all. I just lay in my father’s lap and cried, while he stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. Between me and Lynn, though, I was the lucky one. I had my dad, and I had my friends. Some of them were disappointed that I hadn’t told them about me and Lynn, but Danny defended me faithfully and eventually they came around and were very supportive. I also had Sarah, who had been through a similar thing. It helped that my friends were quite popular. It wasn’t easy at first, being known as a lesbian at my age, and in such a conservative community. What Lynn went through that night I can only imagine. She had no one to comfort her, no one who understood what she was going through, as she lay in the darkness all alone. She never told me about it and I never asked. Lynn and I didn’t speak or write to each other for almost a year. It was just to painful. Instead, she would write to Sarah, who in turn would let me read the letters. It was easy to tell she was writing with me in mind, since some of the things she wrote about were of no interest whatsoever to Sarah. I also know Sarah told Lynn how I was doing in every letter she wrote. Then in the early summer of ’99, I got a postcard from Lynn with only three words on it, ”I miss you.” I remember how my knees went weak and I started crying. I was still as much in love with her as I had ever been. The fact that it was her mother’s fault that we broke up, had a bigger impact on Lynn than I realized at the time. That first year, she seduced a number of girls at her new school, and she would always told her mother everything in detail, knowing how it affected her. She also never missed an opportunity to remind her mother that she hadn’t been a lesbian until she was sent to that all-girls school. I don’t think they’ve had a civilized conversation since. And whenever she is in town nowadays, she stays at my dad’s house, in my old room in fact. It’s probably a good thing Lynn have now moved all the way to Massachusetts. I could easily hate Lynn’s mother too for what she put me and Lynn through, but for some reason, all I feel is pity. She let her own ignorance destroy her relationship with her only daughter. It’s very tragic, all of it. I kept my grades up pretty well. I had an A in English all through high-school, and whenever I got my report-card, I would tell Lynn about it, and she always gave me the same reply, ”I knew you would,” and I would swell up with pride. Even after all these years, few things matter more to me than knowing Lynn is proud of me for my academic accomplishments. The sex I had with Lynn was the best I’ve ever had, and possibly the best I’ll have in my life. It’s not because we were particularly good at it. Rather it was the way we treated sex, like play, like part of a game that was our relationship. It was all about having fun. Not that my sex life nowdays is bad, but it’s isn’t quite the same. Trying to recreate what it was like then would be like trying to change back into the person you were. The experience really is that much different. Lives change, lovers come and go, but for me, one thing will always stay the same. Fifty years from now, I will still be in love with the twelve-year-old girl who walked out of the hotel room and out of my life on that fateful day. |