by Amy Polino
“Someone’s got to go,” Rick said. “We sure as hell aren’t going to live together like this.”
“No,” Lonna agreed. “We’ll figure something out. But not tonight. It’s one in the morning.”
“What am I supposed to do? Go back to bed and let the two of you lick each other on the couch all night?”
Abbie nestled her hand between Lonna’s legs and kissed her. “Sounds good to me.”
Lonna laughed and squeezed her tighter.
“Unreal!” Rick barked. “Fucking unreal!” He stormed away, back to the bedroom. The door slammed louder than they’d ever heard it before.
“You think he’s mad?” Abbie asked.
Lonna’s heart was racing in her chest. She was scared, but she knew she’d done the right thing. She smiled at Abbie and kissed her lovingly. “Yes, sweetheart. But now we can be happy.”
Chapter 17
They decided not to stay on the couch. Rick was sure to come storming out of the bedroom again sooner or later, and they didn’t want to make an easy target for him. Lonna gathered her underwear, pillow and blanket and the two of them moved to Abbie’s room, climbing into the small bed and holding each other.
They kissed for a few minutes, trying to get back in the mood, but it wasn’t working. They were both too worried.
“What do you think he’ll do?” Abbie asked.
“Nothing. But I’m going to have to move. He won’t let me stay here now.”
“If you move, I’m going with you.”
“Of course. We’ll find a nice little apartment. Money will be tight, but we’ll be together.” Lonna kissed her. “And happy.”
“I can quit school and get a job,” Abbie offered. “I’m sick of it anyway.”
“You don’t need to do that. We’ll find a way for you to keep going.”
“I don’t want to. It will take years. I’d rather just work. Then we’ll have more money, and we can take little trips together on our vacations.”
Lonna smiled. “You mean like Brazil?”
“Only one more year! You and me on the beach, remember?”
“I remember, sweetie. That would be wonderful.”
“It will happen, too. It’s my goal now.”
“We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
“We sure are. In fact, you still owe me that squirt.” Abbie climbed under the sheets and once again got busy between Lonna’s legs.
* * *
They slept late the next morning and then spent over an hour romping around in Abbie’s little bed, driving each other mad with pleasure. When they finally had enough, Abbie headed into the bathroom to take a shower, and Lonna stepped into the kitchen to see about coffee.
She was worried that Rick might be in there, but he wasn’t. She didn’t see any signs of him in the living room, either. She put water in the coffee maker and scooped some grounds into the filter, turning the machine on and taking a seat at the table. As she was sitting down, she saw the note.
It was a piece of typing paper, folded in half. She opened it and read:
Lonna,
I am going to visit my father for the weekend. I will be back on Sunday night. You’d better not still be here. If you are, there will be trouble. We’ll deal with the divorce later. Clear out all your junk. I don’t want to see you ever again.
Rick.
Lonna folded the note and sat back in her chair, considering. It could have been a lot worse. He could have beaten them, or threw them out immediately. She now had over a full day to move her things out in peace and find another place to live. It could be done. It would be done.
When Abbie came out of the shower, they had a cup of coffee together and Lonna showed her the note.
“What, did he forget about me?”
“I guess you’re welcome to stay,” Lonna said. “He’s not throwing you out.”
“I’m not staying! I want to go with you!”
“Of course you’re coming with me.” Lonna leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. “I’m just saying, he didn’t throw you out.”
Abbie thought about it. “How are we going to find an apartment in one day?”
“We’re not. We’ll drive my car over to that motel on Beecher Street later on. First we’ll fill it up with as much of our stuff as we can. Then we’ll pay for a room and unload the car. After that, we can come back here and relax for awhile, and spend the night. We’ll load up the car again tomorrow and go back to the motel. Maybe a couple trips, depending on how much stuff we have. I don’t have all that much. Mostly just clothes.”
“I don’t have much either. Clothes, books and my computers.”
“We’ll take everything you want. Don’t worry about that. Once we’re in the motel, we can start looking for an apartment. It’s really no big rush. They probably have weekly rates. I have some money saved up.”
“So we’ve got a plan now.” Abbie seemed much more relaxed and confident after Lonna’s little explanation.
“We have a plan, and we have each other. What else could we ask for?”
Abbie smiled. “Not much.”
* * *
They spent the morning packing up most of what they wanted to take and loading it into the car. When it was full, Lonna drove them to a small café where they had a light lunch, sitting outside on the patio and taking their time. Afterward, they made their way to the motel and paid for a room, one week in advance. They unloaded the car, stacking suitcases and boxes in the large closet and filling the drawers of the only dresser. They had brought most of their clothes with them and they still had more room.
Abbie sat down on the big double bed and bounced up and down, smiling. “You sure you want to sleep at the house tonight? This bed looks kind of nice to me.”
Lonna sat beside her and wrestled her down, kissing her. “Maybe we should try it out now, before we decide.”
They rolled around on the big bed, giggling and kissing. After a few minutes Abbie got up and began removing Lonna’s sneakers. She unlaced them and pulled them off, throwing them across the room. Her socks came next, and then her jeans.
Lonna lay there, smiling at her. “You look so beautiful, Abbie. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
Abbie pulled off her own boots, tossing them aside. She smiled. “I feel the same way, believe me.” She stripped out of her t-shirt and bra and removed her skirt. “I just hope you don’t get tired of me.”
“Never!” Lonna unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it onto the floor. Her bra and underwear soon followed.
Abbie removed her stockings and panties and climbed back onto the bed, getting on top of Lonna and engaging her in a heated kiss. She slid her tongue into Lonna’s mouth and reached down with her hand, fingering her.
“I’ve got to warn you about something, Lonna,” Abbie whispered.
Lonna smiled. “What’s that?”
“If we’re going to be together permanently, you’re going to be having an awful lot of sex.”
Lonna laughed, delighted. “I would certainly hope so!”
“I mean a lot. You have no idea how hot you get me.”
“I have some idea.”
“You think so?” Abbie shifted on the bed, lowering her head to Lonna’s vagina and kissing it, rubbing it with her whole face.
Lonna spread her legs wider, pushing Abbie’s face into her crotch with both hands. She whimpered ecstatically, wiggling around in the bed.
Abbie loved it. She licked and sucked, working her tongue into Lonna’s slit. She found Lonna’s anus again and kissed it tenderly, lovingly. After a moment she began to kiss it more fervently, almost making out with it as her tongue darted out and slid its way up and down Lonna’s crack. She felt herself grow very wet as she slid her tongue into the puckered little hole and rub her lips all around it.
“My god, Abbie! You’re like magic!”
Abbie took a quick pause to catch her breath. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Are you kidding?
I love it!”
“Me too. Your pretty little ass is so sweet!”
Lonna laughed and Abbie went back to work. She slid her tongue back into Lonna’s ass as far as it would go. Lonna moaned and reached down with one hand, rubbing herself vigorously.
“I think I’m going to come, honey!” She rubbed faster, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed, Abbie’s tongue still inside.
Abbie didn’t want to take it out yet, but she did anyway. She lifted her face slightly and began licking at Lonna’s fingers as she rubbed them energetically back and forth over her clit.
“Spray me, Lonna! I want a shower!”
“Oohh, I’m coming!”
A jet of liquid spurted out from between Lonna’s flaps and splashed Abbie right in the face. Another one quickly followed, going into her open mouth and across her cheek. She swallowed. “Oh, Lonna, keep going!”
Lonna kept rubbing. More juice spurted out, squirting Abbie in the eye and going up her nostrils. She licked it from her lips, loving it. Just when she thought Lonna was done, another gush flew up from between her legs and wet down the front of Abbie’s hair, dripping down her face. After that, Lonna began to settle down and her rubbing became very soft and slow. Abbie watched as a little more dribbled out from her, but there was no more squirting.
Abbie lowered her face to Lonna’s crotch and began to lap up the stray juice. “Oh, Lonna, it’s so good!”
“Oh, Abbie. You’re so good!”
Abbie giggled, blinking the fluid from her eyelashes. “You really blasted me! I wish I knew how to do that.”
Lonna sat up, gripping Abbie’s face in both hands. “I wish you did, too. I’d love a face full of your sap!” She pulled Abbie into a kiss. “Wow, you’re really wet!”
Abbie kissed her again and they both lay back, Abbie on top. They kissed some more and rolled over, Lonna pinning her to the bed.
“I hope you’re in the mood to come, little sweetie!” Lonna said.
“Are you kidding? I’m seconds away!”
Lonna laughed and rose to her knees. She spread Abbie’s legs apart and lowered her face down between them, kissing her inner thighs. She licked them, all the way down to the end where they came together at her adorable little pussy. Lonna began to kiss it, swiping it with her tongue and pulling at the folds with her lips.
“Oh, Lonna!” Abbie grabbed her hair and squeezed her head with her legs. She rubbed her feet up and down Lonna’s back.
Lonna worked Abbie’s clit with her tongue, sliding two of her fingers into Abbie’s slit. It was very wet and slippery.
“Abbie, you taste so good!”
Abbie began to thrash around, writhing and squirming on the big double bed. She gripped Lonna’s head and ground it into her crotch, moaning. “I’m coming, Lonna! Oh, god!”
Lonna kept licking her, and while the amount of juice was nowhere near what had gushed from her own hole, it was still a nice treat. She licked it from Abbie’s slit and then began running her tongue over Abbie’s pubic hair. She rubbed her whole face in it, feeling herself growing wet all over again.
After a moment she climbed up and lay down beside Abbie, the two of them holding each other and sharing little kisses. They were breathing very hard.
“That was wonderful, sweetheart,” Lonna said. She pushed back a lock of wet hair from Abbie’s forehead and kissed her there.
Abbie smiled. She felt very happy. “You’re telling me. I really love you, Lonna. I’m so glad you’re here with me.”
Lonna was already feeling blissful, but this made her feel even better. “I love you too, Abbie. More than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.”
They kissed again, holding each other tighter.
“Let’s stay here forever.”
“I’d like that.”
“Or at least as long as we can.”
“We’ve got lots of time, sweetie. Lots of time to be together.”
Their breathing slowed and their eyes closed. They kissed again, softly, and relaxed in the quite motel room. Soon they were asleep again, in each other’s arms, little smiles on their faces.
- end -
Book Two:
Susan
By Amy Polino
Chapter 1
To tell this properly, I should probably start a little before the actual beginning. There is a bit of background information that would be very helpful to anyone reading this, especially if they really want to know the whole story.
First of all, my name is Amy. I know it’s not the most exciting name, but it’s the one I was born with and I’ve grown comfortable with it over the years. Actually, I’ve learned to like it, particularly since I know it’s the name my mother chose for me, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her.
Speaking of my mother, I should mention that she passed away when I was very young, and although I still have very fond memories of her, they are extremely limited in scope. I was only seven when she had the accident that claimed her life. I was in the car with her at the time, but, miraculously, I was unharmed. There was an icy patch of road on our way home from Christmas shopping, and the car slid sideways into a giant elm tree. I’ll never forget that sickening sideways movement, or the sight of her stomping on the brake pedal over and over, her hands gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles stood out white against her pink skin, her high voice screaming into the night. Or the sudden impact which sent me lurching over in my seat, the seat belt almost strangling me but also probably saving my life. And the horrific crunch of metal and the explosion of glass as the windows rained in on me, covering me in sharp little square bits of themselves.
I got banged up a little, sure; but she was killed instantly, the entire left side of the car crumbled and twisted against the uncompromising tree.
The next few years of my life were the most miserable ones of all. My mother had been more than just my mother; she had also been my best friend. For the first few months I was virtually paralyzed with depression. I was in and out of hospitals and psychiatrists offices, but I hardly even remember any of it; I don’t want to remember any of it. That whole period of my life is a blur of wretchedness. Eventually I began to function again, but it was a sickening, almost mindless functioning. Every day was another pointless struggle, trying to pass through the meaningless hours with her no longer in my life. I hated every minute of every day. The loneliness, the depression, the constant sadness of knowing that she was never coming back; it was really too much for me to bear, and the fact that my father was a workaholic, leaving me to tend to myself most of the time, didn’t help matters any.
It was just me and him in the house after that, only he was usually at work. It’s kind of funny, because despite the fact that he was a workaholic, he didn’t make very much money and so he couldn’t afford a babysitter or any type of daycare. So when I wasn’t at school, I sat alone in the small house and missed my mother and cried.
Don’t get me wrong; my father was never mean to me. In fact, I could tell that he was hurting, too. He loved my mother and maybe even missed her as much as I did. But he never had much of an interest in me, and other than making sure that I went to school each morning with decent clothes on and had enough to eat, he mostly just left me alone. If I really needed something, I always had it, and he was kind to me in his own absent way. But I don’t think he ever spent a single hour with me, just the two of us talking things over or being together. He would always sit there in his easy chair surrounded by stacks of papers, studying them relentlessly and making little scribbles on them with his fancy pen. This was just before computers flooded the world, or he’d probably have sat there with a laptop.
I wasn’t sure exactly how he handled the whole thing. He never really did discuss it with me other than to ask on occasion how I was coping with it all, usually while driving me to see one of my doctors. Looking back, I feel like I should have asked him, but remember, I was only seven and had just been severely traumatized, so I guess it’s und
erstandable why I didn’t.
I don’t want to dwell too much on the next eight years of my life, because during that time nothing really unusual happened. My father, whose name is Jeffery, immersed himself even further in his work, and I just sort of floated through each day, trying more than anything not to think too hard about things. I thought maybe he would start dating or something, but he never did. He just worked, and I just went to school and sat around. The years were empty and lonely and sad, and my memories of them are almost nonexistent, because there’s really nothing to remember. Those years were just long collections of days, and I suppose during that time I slowly healed a little, because I no longer focused solely on the accident and the loss of my mother. Instead I focused on nothing and merely existed. Going to school and watching television are honestly the extent of it. I didn’t even have a friend during those years.
I was lost in limbo.
Like I said, nothing really happened for awhile so I’ll skip ahead. The next point of interest that I’d like to mention is during my sophomore year in high school when I was 15. I had never been on a date before, and I’ll admit, I was still a bit young for such things, but there were several boys at that time who were beginning to express an interest in me. I was slowly growing up and turning into a young woman, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attractive. It didn’t mean anything to me, and I literally did nothing to amend my appearance, but it’s true I was at least a little above average in the looks department. I spent a lot of time walking and had a very athletic, feminine body and a rather cute face. I also had long, dark hair that I didn’t have to play with for it to look very good. I was lucky, I suppose, or would have been if I’d cared about such things.
Anyway, the boys who took an interest in me were not really the least bit interesting to me. I ended up going out with a couple of them, mainly just to get them to stop asking me. It’s a stupid reason, I know. I suppose I was also kind of curious about the whole dating thing, and that may have played into it, too.
