Ringside Seats Ch. 03

"No," replied Sally, pouting out her bottom lip.

Lilly smiled and started to tickle the young girl until she squealed and tried to scurry back over to the safety of her mother. But Tiffany paddled just out of reach, and she smiled as her daughter continued to giggle outrageously. It was one of her favorite things to hear.

The group ended their outing by engaging in an epic-sized bumper boat war. Sally was in a boat with her mother, making everyone else take it easy on them. But Tiffany took advantage of her secret weapon and smashed into everything that moved. Then they finished up and said their good-byes. Sally hugged all her cousins, her uncle and her aunt, and then the group broke up and went their separate ways.

But before climbing into Deborah's car, Lilly felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," said Tiffany.

"Hi. Listen," Lilly started, "I had a great time today."

"Would . . . would you like to try it again? Maybe . . . tomorrow?"

"Like a date?" Lilly asked.

"Yeah. Just you and me. Betty's willing to baby-sit, and . . ."

"Absolutely! I'd love to," Lilly said. It was more than she thought she should hope for. "Maybe a movie, or . . ."

It was Tiffany's turn to surprise someone. She grabbed the sides of Lilly a friendly kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow." Then she turned around and headed back to her car, and Lilly had to be helped into the car.

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That evening, at Deborah's house . . .

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"I like it when you girls come by to house sit. Someday, I might even let you do it when I'm not at home," Deborah moaned as Jeanna and Vicky jockeyed for position between Deb's thighs and a slice of pie. The girls had all met up after their water-park adventure and been enjoying themselves on and off for a couple of hours.

"I wouldn't mind sleeping in this bed, but it's much more fun having sex in it," Vicky replied, rubbing up one side of Deb's opening just before Jeanna licked the other side.

"You two make such a good team," Deborah cooed.

"That's why we ARE a team," Jeanna said. With Deborah on her back and Vicky between that woman's legs, Jeanna gave up her spot so she could kneel behind her girlfriend and have unrestricted access to the prettiest pussy in all the land. Vicky had been all over her for most of the day since Jeanna revealed her willingness to go public, so Jeanna needed to give the hot blonde a little of what she craved. She shoved two fingers from one hand into Vicky's cunt from behind and then started licking around them as she started to pump.

Vicky rested her lips on Deb's opening and began to moan. She had been so turned on earlier that she had already cum three times, but Jeanna was going for more. Vicky stuck her tongue between Deborah's nether lips, but she kept her tongue action leisurely. It was more like she was getting to know that orifice rather than trying to get immediate results. Deborah's huge tits were rising and falling and she was moaning contentedly. 'I think I'm getting better at this,' thought Vicky.

"C'mon sweet thing, show me what you've learned." Deborah was coaxing the younger girl to strive to new heights of oral pleasuring, and Vicky was rising to the challenge. That delicate little pink tongue was taking its sweet . . . sweet . . . sweet time finding all the sensitive parts of Deborah's paradise. "Jeanna, make her go faster," Deborah said, somewhat impatient to experience another orgasm.

Jeanna used her free hand and gave her girlfriend a quick slap on the behind. "You heard the woman," she said before continuing her own oral attentions. She flipped over onto her back and pulled Vicky's crotch closer to Jeanna's face. She just started running her tongue deep into Vicky's hole, gripping the girl's ass tightly as she did so.

Vicky responded obediently to the spank by licking faster. Like Deborah had taught her, she spent most of her time licking the surface and playing with her fleshy inner and outer labia. She couldn't help but watch Deborah running her hands over the flesh-and-implant mounds attached to her chest. Vicky almost wished she had a dick to fuck those tits with. 'Wait, doesn't she have toys?' she thought, then filed that idea away for later use.

The only thing that would make Deb's life any better at that moment would be if Tiffany were sitting on her face, but she knew that those days might be coming to an end. 'She's got a date with Lilly tomorrow. I never would've seen THAT one coming,' she thought. 'Speaking of "coming,"' she added as a few well-placed tongue-lashings had Deborah's brain reeling. She could never cum in the quantities that Vicky had become famous for, but she gave it her all as her juices flowed onto the younger woman's face. And like the trooper she was, Vicky didn't stop licking until Deborah was finished.

"Can we get the toys now?" Vicky asked innocently, wiping the cum from her chin.

"If you insist," Deb replied. "They're in the top drawer . . . middle . . . of the dresser."

"Gotta keep 'em handy," Jeanna said, lying next to her buxom hostess while her girlfriend ransacked the plethora of dildos, vibrators, anal beads and plugs that had the honor of keeping Deborah company on those lonely nights. Jeanna draped half her body onto Deb's and started feeling up those big old tits while Deborah grabbed Jeanna's ass.

Vicky was rifling through the toy drawer, trying to decide what to use first. She settled on the seven-inch, flesh-like dildo and strap-on harness. "I . . . I want you . . . to suck it," Vicky said, trying to find her voice when talking to Deborah.

Deb grinned. 'So, the mouse wants to be a lion?' She got on her hands and knees, sitting her butt down on her feet until she was sitting like a pet dog. She looked up at Vicky. "What do you want me to do again? Say it . . . louder."

Vicky was smiling as sweetly as a girl sporting an "erection" could. "I want you to suck my cock!"

Deb grabbed the shaft with one hand, opened her mouth and sucked gently on the head of the phallus. She didn't stay there long though, moving her hand out of the way as she sucked the whole toy into her mouth.

Jeanna sat on the bed behind her, reaching down and pushing a couple of fingers into Deb's box from behind. She was enjoying seeing this side of her lover, but she hoped it didn't go too far. Jeanna kind of enjoyed being the "powerful" one of the couple.

Vicky was pumping her new appendage into Deborah's open mouth. There was a certain feeling of power that the act filled her with. She looked over at Jeanna, who flashed her a look of approval as she finger-fucked Deb. "I want to fuck your tits now," she said, looking back to Deb. Deborah pulled her lips away from the fleshy toy, leisurely getting back onto the bed and laying down. Vicky followed her, straddling her stomach.

"I've seen guys do this in some of those videos . . ." She blushed, looking over at Jeanna and remembering their time together in the video booth at Captain Dick's Adult Emporium down in Los Angeles.

"Jeanna, could you grab that bottle of lube?" Deborah asked. She poured a generous helping between her tits, then pushed them together.

"She looks so sexy," Vicky said just before Jeanna kissed her. The two of them were staring at Deb as she made her "sexy porn face" while Vicky fucked her tits. Jeanna leaned in and began sucking on Deb's nipples as the sex toy traveled the canyon between them. Deb licked her lips.

"Hey Jeanna, why don't you have a seat over here so I can see what you're made of?" Deborah asked. Jeanna was quick to take her up on the offer, straddling Deb's face while facing Vicky. She kissed her tag-team partner as Deb's tongue crept into Jeanna's pussy. Vicky kept pumping her toy between Deb's tits and fondling those same globes, while Deb had two handfuls of Vicky's ass.

"I want to fuck her now," Vicky said, albeit a bit reluctantly. She also wanted to keep kissing her girlfriend.

"As long as she keeps doing what she's doing," Jeanna moaned. Deb gave better head than any girl she had ever met. Jeanna placed her hands on Deb's now vacant breasts and held on for dear life. Meanwhile, Vicky was positioning herself between Deb's thighs and thrusting the dildo deep into the woman's warmth. Deborah locked her ankles together behind Vicky's back as the younger girl proceeded to violate her depths.

"Harder," moaned Deb between licks. Jeanna's thighs were pressed tightly against the sides of Deb's face, but Vicky still heard the plea. She slammed the dildo home repeatedly, not satisfied until she heard the audible slap of latex on flesh. And the harder she pounded, the better Deborah seemed to like it. And the more Deborah liked it, the faster her tongue and lips moved in their pleasuring of Jeanna's privates. It was a win-win situation.

Vicky was fucking Deborah was a passion, and Jeanna was staring straight at her lover. Vicky was getting wilder every time they got together, and Jeanna wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew.

'Am I going to be good enough to hold on to her?' Jeanna wondered suddenly. But her mental train of self-doubt was temporarily derailed as Deb's face froze. Jeanna watched as her girlfriend pulled out of Deb's pussy and shoved the latex cock into the woman's asshole. Deborah gasped as her backdoor was unceremoniously penetrated and filled with sex-toy-goodness. It took her a second to adjust, but when Vicky started slowly pumping the device in and out of her ass, Deborah returned to Jeanna's pussy with almost fanatical fervor. What had once been one of the most talented mouths in the porn industry was giving Jeanna everything it had, and Jeanna could barely stand it!

Vicky saw her girlfriend's eyes starting to glaze over, and she couldn't help but smile. She knew quite well what Deborah's orals skills felt like, as several damp spots on the comforter provided testament to. Vicky placed her fingers on the swollen upper portion of Deborah's mound and started rubbing them in small circles while she fucked Deborah's ass. She knew Deborah liked it best when she had both of her lower openings being stimulated at the same time. Deb's ass was as tight as a clamp. 'I wonder if she exercises it somehow,' Vicky thought absentmindedly.

"Oh good God," Jeanna groaned as her hips shuddered, her abdomen clenched and her body experienced a delicious orgasm. Vicky heard Deborah actually gargling as Jeanna's cum came flowing down. When she was done, Jeanna collapsed onto Deb's body, nuzzling Vicky's hands aside so she could gently lick Deb's clitoral area. Vicky stroked Jeanna's head while they double-teamed their hostess once again.

'She may be better than either once of us,' Vicky thought smugly, 'but NO woman can take on both of us.' Her confidence was quickly rewarded by Deb's first orgasm. Five minutes later, it was followed by a second. Only then did they let Deborah free, delightfully aware that Deb couldn't care less about getting "free."

Three sweaty, exhausted women huddled up together for a moment, exchanging kisses that ranged from friendly to passionate.

"You girls don't have to rush off do you?" Deb asked suddenly. "I mean, would you mind staying the night? John won't be back, so you could take the spare bedroom if . . ."

"Nah, we can stay," Vicky said, moving over so she could snuggle with Jeanna.

Jeanna felt a little better. Having Vicky's body pressed against her soothed some of her anxiety. It was . . . comforting . . . natural.

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The next morning . . .

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Jeanna and Vicky were sitting out by the pool while Deborah took her morning shower. Both girls were lounging naked, thankful for the warm morning sun.

"Jeanna?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?" Vicky asked. "You've been so quiet this morning. Normally you've made at least five off-color comments and a couple of sexual references by now."

"I'm exhausted," Jeanna said. "Keeping up with you isn't easy."

Vicky rolled her eyes and then rolled her body over until she was lying on top of her girlfriend, staring down at her. "Now, what's REALLY going on? Lying to me doesn't work, remember?"

"What? I'm . . . I'm not . . . lying . . ." Jeanna sighed. "I . . . are you wanting . . . more than me?"

"What . . . what's that supposed to mean?" Vicky asked, suddenly very much awake.

"It's just I know how you feel about Tiffany . . . and about Deborah . . . and you seem to like having them around just as much as me these days."

"That's not true!" Vicky said, sitting up as she turned to face her lover. She grabbed on of Jeanna's hands. "I thought . . . you liked it when we had someone else to play with . . . and I do LIKE Deb and Tiff, but I don't feel anything towards them like I feel about you! You have to believe that!" Vicky was terrified. She thought Jeanna was going to break up with her or something.

"I believe that . . . that you like me differently . . . God, I've never been this nervous before. I was so scared about letting people know about us that . . . I began to wonder if you had gotten tired of waiting. Last night I began to wonder if there was anything special about me anymore."

Vicky was confused. "Everything about you is special. Why . . . why would you think my feelings towards you changed? I feel the same way about you that I did that first night . . . and that first morning I woke up in your bed."

Jeanna sat up and gripped Vicky's hands. "I feel different. When we first met, I was so infatuated by you . . ."

Vicky started to pull away, wanting to cover her eyes before she started to cry. She knew it! Jeanna was tired of her. But Jeanna held her hands fast.

"Now I realize I love you. And I'm afraid that I've waited too long to tell you and now . . ."

Jeanna's sentence was cut off as Vicky went from trying to escape to hugging her so tight that she could scarcely breathe. "You waited just long enough," Vicky whispered. "I've loved you from that first moment. I've been so scared you would never feel the same . . . I like Tiffany as a friend and mentor. I like Deborah as a teacher and lover. I love you because you are whatever I need, whenever I need it."

Jeanna pulled her partner towards her and they kissed again. There was no sense of urgency or sense of time . . . just soft lips and warm breath exchanging necessary pleasantries.

"Let's go away next week," Jeanna said at last, struggling to regain her breath. "Just you and me . . . to that bed and breakfast just up the shoreline."

"We'll have to miss practice," Vicky responded, still a little weepy. "And I'll have to let the schools know I won't be available." Vicky's second job was as a substitute teacher.

"Practice will go on without us, and they can find another substitute. I'll take a couple sick days at the hospital . . . I love Deb and Tiff, but I need to be with just you for a while," Jeanna said.

Vicky blushed. "So, what day do we leave?"

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A week and a half later . . .

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Lilly was wondering if children were related to cats. Because it seems that the children of the Thurman clan identified which adult was least prepared to deal with them . . . who were allergic, if you will . . . and descended on them like rabid animals. Sally and her cousins were running in circles around Lilly as she tried not to move.

"Okay, leave Miss Lilly alone," came a voice from behind her.

"But Great Grandpa . . ." the children whined in unison.

"You know, I think Kurt was almost done grilling the hot dogs and . . ."

"HOT DOGS!" the pack howled, then took off through the house into the backyard.

"Works every time," said Michael Thurman, slowly sitting down on the porch swing beside Lilly.

Lilly grinned. She and Tiffany had been forced to cancel a couple of dates the previous week due to Sally catching a cold, but Tiff had insisted on rescheduling and had invited Lilly to her grandfather's birthday barbecue. Apparently, her family had a lot of these, using them to celebrate just about any special occasion. It was a bizarre concept for Lilly, primarily because her own family usually tried to AVOID spending time with her. "They're not so bad."

"Don't get me wrong," Michael said, lighting up his pipe, "I love 'em to death. But they're a handful."

"And those other ones were all Tiffany's brother's?"

"Four of 'em were Kurt's. A couple of them were neighbor kids, and three of 'em are from cousins. And there's a couple more that I have no idea where they came from." He took a puff on his pipe. "So why aren't you out back with the others?"

"I'm a little nervous around crowds. I just needed a break." Lilly looked around. "Where's . . ."

"Tiffany?" Michael grinned. "She's in back. Betty and Thelma . . . Tiffany's cousin . . . cornered her. I suspect they're grilling her about you. Tiffany hasn't brought a date over in a very long time."

"Really?" Lilly said, momentarily flushed with pride.

"Tiffany's played things pretty close to the vest since Sally was born."

"So I've heard. Do you . . . did you ever have any contact with Sally's father?" Lilly instantly wished she hadn't said anything, as Michael's face clouded over with utter contempt.

"No. But if we ever do, William's got a shotgun in the closet with that bastard's name on it." He shook his head, trying to shake his dark feelings. "Sorry. Don't much care for a man who walks away from his responsibilities, especially not when my granddaughter is involved." He looked directly at Lilly. "So, word has it that you beat up that Gabby bitch. Good for you."

If Lilly had been drinking, she probably would have choked on it as she coughed in surprise.

"Sorry. Tiff has told me about her before. I'm glad someone finally put that woman in her place. Enough of that though. Tiffany also said you went to military school?"

Lilly told him about her brief military career and gave a toned down version of why she had been kicked out of the army. Michael had looked annoyed when she gave him the reason. Then he began to talk about his own war experiences. He had been a young man when he had served in the Navy during the Second World War and a bit older when he served in Korea. He had a million war-stories to tell, and was pleased as punch to find someone who hadn't heard them all. William and Rebecca (Tiffany's parents) eventually made their way out to the front porch, rolling their eyes when they heard Michael tell his stories AGAIN. But they humored him. After all, he was turning eighty-seven years old. Eventually, Betty and her cousin Thelma showed up with Tiffany in tow, the latter woman looking someone vexed at her companion. Michael scooted over so Tiffany could sit next to Lilly, and Tiff was looking incredibly embarrassed about something.

"Don't ask," she whispered under her breath when the conversation at large allowed. Lilly put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. Kurt wandered in with a platter full of food, and the conversation moved to more pleasant things.

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Several hours later . . .

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"Okay, WHAT were you blushing about earlier?!?" Lilly asked as Tiffany walked her to her dorm room.

"You REALLY don't want to know!"

"It was about me, wasn't it? C'mon, tell me!"

Tiffany chuckled and covered her eyes. "I told my cousin that you used to be in the military. She said, 'Oh, so she likes "discipline." How interesting.' Guess where the conversation went after that?"

"I don't think so," Lilly said. "I don't do that . . . you know," she said, blushing herself. She turned around and leaned against her door. Things had gone well for her that day, and she wasn't sure how to say goodbye. 'Should I hug her? Shake her hand? Kiss her? Take her inside and fuck her brains out?' She shook her head, trying to get that inappropriate but highly tempting idea out of her head.