by Amy Polino
Lonna pulled her tongue back into her mouth. She was breathing very hard. “I think I’m going to come, sweetie.”
“Me, too,” Abbie panted. Their fingers worked even faster and then Abbie’s mouth was back over Lonna’s, their tongues darting around like fish.
“Oh, god, Abbie!” Lonna came first, her hips bucking up and down beneath Abbie, her fingers continuing to work between the younger woman’s legs. Abbie quickly followed, soft little whimpering cries issuing from her mouth as she ground her pelvis up and down on top of Lonna. They held each other tightly and rocked back and forth, allowing the aftereffects of their culmination to settle.
Abbie kissed Lonna on the mouth, softly, lovingly.
Lonna smiled, squeezing her even tighter. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what, and she didn’t want to ruin the experience.
Abbie, too, was quiet. She lay her head down on Lonna’s breast, her heavy breathing beginning to calm. They lay there holding each other, their heartbeats returning to normal, and soon Abbie drifted off to sleep.
Lonna smiled as her new friend began to snore softly. She ran her fingers through Abbie’s sweaty hair and kissed her forehead. She’d never felt so peaceful.
After a minute she closed her eyes, her arms wrapped securely around Abbie. She wondered if she could possibly feel any happier. She sighed, relaxing her whole body, and soon she, too, was asleep.
Chapter 9
Lonna awoke to an elbow in the ribs.
“Sorry, Lonna!”
“It’s okay.”
Abbie had been climbing off her, but now she paused to kiss her gently on the mouth. “I guess we fell asleep,” she said.
“I guess so. What time is it?”
There was a digital clock near the TV, and Abbie glanced over. “It’s a little after noon.”
“Wow. That was quite a nap.”
Abbie smiled, settling back down and hugging her new friend. “I guess we needed it. We wore each other out.”
Lonna giggled, wrapping her arms around Abbie and wiggling around beneath her. “I’d like to wear you out more often.”
Abbie kissed her again. “You can wear me out whenever you’d like.”
Lonna reached down and grabbed Abbie’s crotch through the thin nightgown. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”
Abbie squealed, delighted. “Take me!” She ground her crotch against Lonna’s hand and began kissing her again. They kissed for a long time, and while it started out passionately, it slowly became more affectionate. Soon they were kissing each other lightly on the face and holding hands.
“Thank you, Abbie.”
“What for?”
“Quite possibly, the best day of my life.”
Abbie smirked. “Even better than your wedding day?”
Lonna groaned. “Below the belt!”
Laughing, Abbie rolled off to the side and put her arm around Lonna. “Why did you marry him, anyway?”
She thought about it. “I really don’t know. I was lonely, I guess. And depressed. And drinking too much.”
“You sure got the raw end of that deal.”
“I guess so. Do we have to talk about him?”
“No.” Abbie kissed her. “I’m sorry. I was just curious. You’re so beautiful, and so nice, and he’s just some stupid jack-off.”
Lonna laughed. “It wasn’t a total loss. If I hadn’t married him I wouldn’t have met you.”
Abbie smiled lovingly. “True. But now what? Just tell him you’re dumping him for me?”
“You wouldn’t want me long-term, sweetheart. I’m too much older than you.”
“You’re perfect for me.” She kissed her again. “I’m completely in love with you.”
Lonna’s breath caught in her throat. She felt overwhelmed. She ran her fingers through Abbie’s hair and pulled her into another kiss. “Oh, sweetie. You may find this surprising, but I’m in love with you, too.”
Abbie smiled, the happiest smile Lonna had ever seen. Then tears welled in Abbie’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Lonna felt them land on her shoulder.
Lonna twisted on the couch again and wrapped Abbie up in her arms, holding her.
“What’s going to happen?” Abbie asked.
“What do you mean?”
“With us. What’s going to happen?”
“Whatever you want. I’m crazy about you.”
“I know, but what about that asshole? There’s no way he’s going to let us be together.”
“That’s true. We’ll have to keep it a secret.”
“But we can still be together?”
Lonna kissed her. “Always.”
Abbie smiled, but her eyes still looked sad. “It’s going to suck the whole time he’s home. The weekends will be horrible.”
“They already are.”
Abbie laughed and wiped her eyes. “I really feel sorry for you. You have to go to bed with him.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“I wish you could come to bed with me instead.”
“So do I.”
“Maybe we could ask him.”
“Do you really think so?”
Abbie smiled. “Maybe we could kill him.”
“Now, now. There’s no need for that kind of talk. He didn’t really do anything wrong.”
“Well, we’ve got to do something.”
“Things will work out. We’ve got to be patient.”
Abbie hugged her again, burying her face in Lonna’s hair.
They lay still for several minutes, holding each other, and then Abbie sat up. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Don’t apologize. You go ahead. Would you like some lunch?”
Abbie thought about it. “Maybe a little something. Let me make it for us.”
“I’ll make you anything you want.”
Abbie kissed her and got up. “Maybe some fruit and cheese.” She smiled. “And a couple more of those drinks.”
* * *
They found the fruit and cheese, but decided not to have any more vodka. Instead they split a can of diet Dr. Pepper, taking turns sipping from the same can.
“What do you suppose we ought to do about dinner?” Abbie asked. “Can you think of any way to avoid going out with him?”
Lonna popped a grape into her mouth and chewed it up. “Maybe he won’t be in the mood for it. You two had that fight, after all.”
“Maybe he’ll try and make it up to me by dragging us out and wasting our whole night.”
“That’s possible, too.”
“Then again, maybe he won’t come home at all.”
“Don’t count on it. He’s here every day at 4:40 sharp. You can set your watch by it. Sometime I pretend not to realize what time it is, but believe me, I always know.”
Abbie nodded and rolled up a slice of Swiss cheese, biting half of it off. She held the other half up to Lonna’s mouth. Lonna smiled and opened up, allowing Abbie to feed it to her. She chewed happily.
“I guess there’s not much we can do about it. We’ll just have to suffer through it.”
“We’ll make it. Don’t worry so much.”
“Hey, I almost forgot! What about my iPad?”
“What about it?”
“You want to help me set it up?”
“I’d love to.”
They finished eating and then Abbie collected her new computer and led Lonna into her room.
* * *
The bedroom was relatively small, but Abbie was very resourceful and had made the most of her space. There was a twin bed in the far corner, still unmade from the night before, the sheets and comforter hanging off onto the floor. She had a writing desk and a small table along the far wall where her desktop computer was set up. There was also a dresser and a row of shelves she’d installed for her many books. There were no pictures on the walls. Light spilled in through the open curtains along the wall behind the bed.
Abbie walked over to the desktop computer a
nd turned it on, setting the iPad on the table. “This takes a few minutes to boot up,” she explained.
“I know. At my job we only turn them off for the weekends.”
“I keep thinking you’re computer illiterate for some reason, but you’re not.”
“Not at all. I know my way around a keyboard.”
There was only one chair, and Abbie motioned to it. “Sit down.”
“You go ahead. I don’t mind standing.”
Abbie sat down. She smiled up at Lonna. “You wanna sit on my lap?”
Lonna giggled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I wish you would.”
“Sit on your lap? Or hurt you?”
“Both.”
Lonna stepped around to the front of the desk and carefully lowered herself onto Abbie’s lap. “Maybe you should sit on my lap.”
Abbie laughed. “Maybe you should sit on my face.”
“Abigail!”
Abbie wrapped her arms around Lonna and kissed her back through the nightgown. The log-on screen had come up and she reached one hand around and typed in her password. “I like you in my lap.”
“I’m too big.”
Abbie reached her hand around and slid it between Lonna’s thighs, rubbing her. “I’d say you’re perfect.”
“I’d say you’re getting me hot.”
“You’re already hot.” The computer was ready and Abbie reached for the iPad. She couldn’t quite reach it.
“Let me get up,” Lonna said. She rose from Abbie’s lap and retrieved the tablet computer from the table. There was a cord with it, and after examining it for a moment she plugged one end into the iPad and the other end into one of the desktop ports. The iPad screen came to life, and seconds later a window appeared on the other computer. She watched as Abbie clicked the mouse a few times and got things started.
“It looks like this is going to take awhile,” she said.
“You go ahead. I don’t want to bug you while you’re working at it.”
“No. I mean, it looks like this needs to just sit here and sync for awhile. There’s nothing to do but wait.” She stared at Lonna for a moment. “My god, look at you standing there!” She reached out one hand and ran it along Lonna’s leg. “I’ve don’t remember ever seeing you in my room before. You look so pretty!”
Lonna put her hand over Abbie’s. “You’re giving me a swelled head.”
“You’re giving me a swelled clit.”
Lonna laughed. “I’ve got one of those myself.”
Abbie smiled. “I’ve got an idea.”
“What’s that?”
“Why don’t you lie down on my bed?”
“I’d love to.” Lonna stepped to the bed and climbed on, lying on her side, her face buried in the pillow. She felt very happy. “Your pillow is so soft. And it smells like you!” She rubbed her face in it, kissing it.
Abbie laughed and got up from her chair. She grabbed Lonna’s feet and pulled her forward on the bed so that her legs were hanging over the front. She then placed Lonna’s feet back on the bed, bending her legs at the knees and parting them.
“It looks like Abbie’s got something in mind.”
“Abbie didn’t get enough lunch. She’s still hungry.”
Lonna sat up. “I’m sorry! Did you want something else to eat?”
“Yeah,” Abbie said. “You. Now lie back down.”
Lonna laughed, clutching the pillow. “Oh, Abbie! At least let me take a shower first!”
“Don’t you dare.” Abbie pulled Lonna’s nightgown up over her waist and got down on her knees at the foot of the bed. She began kissing Lonna’s inner thighs and rubbing her face against them. “You’re so smooth.”
“I do my best.”
Abbie moved forward and kissed Lonna’s panties. They were white and had frilly material along the edges. She pressed her face against them and began licking the fabric, which was already wet. “You weren’t kidding. It’s like Niagara Falls down here.”
Lonna moaned. “It’s your fault.”
Abbie kept licking. She pressed her tongue against Lonna’s underwear and then pulled the fabric into her mouth, sucking the juices from it. It tasted very good and made her own pussy throb. After a minute it wasn’t enough and she pulled the panties aside, revealing Lonna’s adorable little pie. She pressed her mouth against it and ran her tongue up along it’s height several times, as if she were licking an ice cream cone.
“Oh, Abbie! You’re too much!”
“You relax, sweetheart.” Abbie licked her some more, and then worked her tongue in between the flaps, sliding it as far as it would go. Lonna reached down and gripped her head, pushing it more firmly against her and rocking slightly on the bed, whimpering softly. Abbie stayed with it for several more minutes and then began working it with her finger and tongue at the same time, really making Lonna squirm.
Finally Lonna began to whine, squeezing Abbie’s head between her thighs and holding it in place with both hands. She thrust her hips, grinding her crotch into Abbie’s face and pulling her hair. She let out another loud moan and then relaxed, all her muscles going limp as she lay panting on the bed. There was an exuberant little smile on her face.
Abbie looked up at her, peeking from between her legs. Her face was all wet. “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter.”
Lonna laughed, embarassed. “You didn’t ask.”
“I almost drown.”
“I’m sorry!”
Abbie smiled. “I’m not complaining. I loved it.”
“Me, too!” Lonna sat up and gripped Abbie by the arms, pulling her up onto the bed with her. They lay across it, Lonna on top, her mouth finding Abbie’s and kissing her passionately. She tasted herself on Abbie’s lips and became aroused all over again. “Your turn!”
“Who, me?”
Lonna sat up in the bed and began working Abbie’s nightgown up above her hips. When it was out of the way she tugged the panties down, which were lacy and black. She slid them all the way down Abbie’s legs and removed them, tossing them to the floor. She then kissed Abbie’s feet, her ankles, her shins and calves. She moved up along her legs and began kissing her knees and the insides of her thighs. When she got higher up, she pressed Abbie’s legs up and out, so that her knees were up near her breasts and her little pink snatch was fully exposed, looking up at her from it’s landscape of soft dark hair. “It’s so pretty!”
Abbie laughed and began fingering herself.
“Hey! That’s my job.” Lonna lowered her face and bumped Abbie’s hand aside with her chin, gliding her tongue along the moist folds of Abbie’s lips. She had never done this before, and her heart was galloping wildly in her chest. Abbie moaned as Lonna slid her tongue into her slit and kissed it with her lips, nibbling at the edges. She used her finger to prod the nub. Abbie’s ass bounced up and down on the bed as she whimpered in delight, grabbing Lonna’s hair and squeezing it in her fists.
Lonna kept at it, having the time of her life. She rubbed her whole face up and down along Abbie’s crotch, coating herself in the younger woman’s juices. She worked her tongue over the clit again and again while sliding her fingers in and out.
Suddenly Abbie’s legs kicked out and she grabbed the shoulders of Lonna’s nightgown, pulling hard enough to rip the fabric. She squealed when she did it, and twisted on the bed, shuddering and smiling.
“Wow!” Lonna exclaimed.
Abbie laughed, catching her breath. “Did I rip your nighty?”
“Don’t worry about the nighty, sweetie.” Lonna climbed over her and took up a position beside her on the bed. “How are you?”
Abbie was still smiling. “Never better.”
Lonna kissed her, wrapping her arms around her. They hugged and rolled around for a moment, kissing each other happily. After awhile they calmed down and then lay still, relaxing in a mutual embrace. They were both sweaty, their hearts thumping in rhythm.
“We’ve got to do this again some time,” Abbie sai
d.
“Are you kidding? We should do it every day.”
Abbie laughed, burying her face between Lonna’s arm and breast. “That’ll work for me.”
They lay there resting and holding each other for a very long time. Neither of them had the slightest desire to get up.
Chapter 10
The day had been virtually perfect for both of them, but perfection didn’t last. Before they knew it, the clock read 4:30. They stared at it with apprehension, dreading what was coming.
“Maybe he’ll have a car accident and die,” Abbie said hopefully.
Lonna giggled, but there was no humor in it. “That would certainly be handy.”
“People do it every day.” They were sitting on the couch, their hands clasped together. They had both taken showers and gotten dressed, Lonna into faded jeans and a white blouse, Abbie into her traditional all-black outfit which included stockings and a low-cut skirt.
“We can hope, but something tells me that damn car will be gliding to a stop right in front of the house in about ten minutes.”
“What about a banana peel on the steps?”
Lonna smiled. “There must be something we can do.”
After a moment, Abbie asked a pertinent question. “In all seriousness, Lonna, what are your long-term prospects regarding your marriage?”
Lonna looked at her. “That’s a hell of a question.”
Abbie nodded. “It’s an important one to consider.”
Lonna was quiet for a little while, contemplating. She shrugged. “I don’t see any way out of it.”
“Would you miss him if he were to disappear?”
“Abbie! I hope you’re not suggesting we do something crazy.”
Abbie sighed. “I just don’t want him around anymore. I’m tired of always having to hide in my room.”
“You’re nineteen, sweetie. And it’s his house. You’re not really trapped here.”
“I can’t very well afford my own place.”
Lonna squeezed her hand. “I think you’re moving too fast. Try and settle down a little. You’ve got a decent home to live in, and your school is being paid for. And when your father isn’t around, you’ve got me.”