Lillian and Sharon Ch. 04

The others sat up or turned around, looking between the "family," their heads turning to try following the speaker.

Sharon squeezed Lillian's hand for reassurance and strength before speaking, her voice uncharacteristically even and level with a hint of malice, "I've been gone from your home for a week. I was going to call you tomorrow to try to sort things out. Congratulations, you've lost a daughter who loved you unconditionally. Your only other child is away at university. Congratulate him on losing a sister. And don't lie to him when he asks what happened. Have a nice life."

She turned on her heel, unclasping Lillian's hand and strode purposefully away, sniffling slightly.

Lillian was quite startled at the confrontation and exchange, but she reigned in her desire to jump in and help, instead standing quietly to let Sharon deal with it as she saw fit. She did take a moment to eye the group rather haughtily as Sharon turned away, then spun on her heel to follow the girl, catching up in time to silently take her hand.

When Lillian touched her Sharon grabbed the hand and pulled Lillian toward her, hugging her tightly, clinging to her life preserver. "Fuck them...fuck them both hard up the ass with pogo stick; although, the way that bitch who I used to call, 'Mom,' would probably get her fucking jollies."

She was too mad to cry, melting into Lillian, turning her head to kiss Lillian more passionately than she ever had. "Ms Lillian, my body belongs to you. Take me home and just fuck me. Just for tonight. Just this once. Anything you want."

"Easy now, beloved. Easy. Don't let them decide how your mind is. Come on, I've got a better idea than going home. Follow me." Hugging Sharon tightly for a moment, she then caught the girl's hand and ducked off the path, trotting rapidly between bushes and ducking round some undergrowth that was clustered around the garden trees.

This part of the garden seemed a little wilder than the careful sculpting of the voyeur area. A low-lying white picket fence, badly in need of being repainted, was broken by a small gate, hanging forlornly by one hinge, slightly ajar. She led the girl through it, latching it behind them, around a final clump and suddenly up to a deep, dark pool. A small building stood on the other side of the pool, surrounded by dense bush.

Lillian walked up to the pool... it looked natural at first, as if it were a pond, but a closer look made it obvious that it was an artificial swimming pool, disguised by the foliage around the edge and the dark night.

Lillian kicked off her shoes and stepped into the cool water, walking down invisible steps, and tugging Sharon after her. "Come on. We need to swim here. Follow me."

Sharon's downturned eyes seemed to brighten a little as she gazed around the secluded area. "Swimming? At night?" she asked.

"Well yes, if you want... but actually, this is the only way to get into a secret room." She grinned again, then sank deeper into the water. The water was still lukewarm from the heat of the day, and simply caressed her body as she slid into it.

Sharon screwed up her face. "Ms Lillian, I'm not THAT dumb. I read those fantasy dragon stories and know that you don't just swim through a tunnel into a mystical land." She perched her fists on her naked hips and rolled her eyes dramatically.

Lillian laughed, the musical sound carrying on the soft night air. "Not a mystical land, silly. A secret room. Or at least, a room that most of the people here don't know about, and aren't allowed into. Come on, I'll show you." She sank down till the water was at her shoulders and then pushed away, gliding away from the edge and towards the low, dark building on the other side.

Sharon thought it was the stupidest thing in the world. Secret room. Phooey. But, if it meant that she could be with the only person in her life right now, she'd go. She sat to untie and remove her shoes and socks, then waded in as she didn't know how deep the water truly was and swam with strong, sure strokes toward Lillian. Her head down, face in the water, turning to breathe every other stroke told Lillian that the girl was a fish.

Lillian smiled with satisfaction, waiting till Sharon caught up, then catching her hand again. The bottom of the pool was flat, high enough that Sharon would be able to stand with the water just below her chin. She led the way to the far side of the pool, pushing herself along gently; a narrow strip of flowerbed was all that was between the pool and the blank wall of the building. Lillian felt below the surface of the water here, and then grinned at the girl. "Here we go. Through here. Follow me." She ducked below the surface and vanished.

Sharon hitched a breath and sank beneath the water to follow Lillian. Eyes open, she barely glimpsed the receding feet and frog-swam to catch up.

There was a dim tunnel in the wall of the pool. Faint light coming from the other end grew in strength suddenly as they went around the bend in the tunnel. It was about two meters long, in a curved banana shape, with dark gray walls. The tunnel opened into a large pool which, as revealed when their heads popped up, was inside the building they had seen from the outside. They were in what appeared to be a huge bedroom. Soft lighting created a cozy, sexy feel.

Sharon whipped her head to the side a couple of times to clear her eyes, and peered around, treading water. "Beautiful! But, how did you know there was no one here?" She swam face to face with Lillian, gazing into those magnificent eyes.

"Simple, the gate was open. Where did you learn to swim like that?" She grinned again, drifted over to pull Sharon into a hungry kiss, tongue delving deeply, then just as suddenly broke away to pull herself out of the water.

When the kiss was broken, Sharon giggled and said, "I took second place in Freestyle at state competition last year. Regan got first and Megan got third. It was the fourth time that our school made a clean sweep." She breast-stroked toward the edge.

As Lillian knelt on the edge of the pool her slit peeked between her thighs at Sharon, and then she stood and walked further into the room.

A staircase lay beside the pool, disappearing down under ground, running parallel to the tunnel they'd swum through. There were expensive-looking cabinets along the side walls, dark wood tones matching the red facebrick walls. The far end of the room was one giant window, tinted, overlooking a large section of the garden. The little oases of light could be clearly seen through it, and it was outlined by trees. The center of the room was dominated by a huge bed, at least three meters a side, with large pillows and silk sheets. A large mirror covered the ceiling above the bed.

"This is a really neat place, Ms Lillian," said the girl, eyeing Lillian's butt and the peeking pussy just in front of it. "What's downstairs?" She asked as she got out of the water, looking around for a towel.

"A store room, the control room for the house, and a tunnel back to the house." Lillian seemed to ignore the water dripping off her, wandering over to the far window to peer through at the gardens outside. There were towels on a discrete rack on the wall, thick, heavy and monogrammed.

Sharon grabbed two towels as she moved to sidle up against her lover, gently draping one around Lillian's shoulders, then her own. Using a corner of it to wipe her face, she turned to stare out the window also. "They can't hear us or see us, right?" She looked around, thinking that she might spy a semi-hidden camera or microphone like on the cops shows.

Lillian smiled and tugged the towel around herself, then slipped an arm around Sharon and snugged her close. "Nope. This is a place to watch from, not a place to be watched in. The inner sanctum, if you will." She grinned, then returned to watching. One of the distant groups was Sharon's family, the cluster of still-naked people seeming to be standing around and talking.

Sharon followed her eyes to the group, narrowing her own at the thought of what had just transpired. She gripped the window frame, her tendons standing out, glad to see that The-Woman-Who-Bore-Her had her head down, appearing to be crying; The Hypocrite with arms around her, trying to console her. As she watched, she asked, "Are you positive that they can't hear me?"

Lillian sighed, moving around behind the girl and slipping arms around her, pulling her in to her soft warmth. "Neither hear nor see," she assured her, knocking on the window in front of them. It made the faint 'thunk' of thick glass in a rubber frame. "The room is sealed for sound. The door in the corridor below is locked and very solid. The only way in is the water, and there are nicer pools on the other side of the garden, so hardly anyone ever comes here. It's why the garden in this corner is so untended." She bent her head to softly kiss behind Sharon's ear, just a light brush of her lips.

Sharon's knees threatened to give way under the kiss, but she inhaled deeply and let loose a stream of invectives to rival the Clark W, Griswald character in, "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation." Of course, Lillian had heard just about every one of them in her life, but she never dreamed so much foul language could come from this sweet, innocent young lady. After her tirade was over, Sharon turned to Lillian with a sweet smile and giggled, "All done! I'm better!"

Lillian weathered the storm quietly, just hanging onto the girl, arms around her waist. She kissed her gently when she turned around, and then leaned back with a smile. "Good. When are you going to talk to them again?"

The sweet face darkened. "Talk to that bitch and her hypocritical fuckhead of a husband?" Sharon humphed. "Um..does the word, 'Never' mean anything? I'm through with those two...what bad words haven't I used to describe them? To Hell with them." She suddenly turned bashful again, looking down at the floor, sighing sadly, mumbling, "Are you going to make me leave now?"

"Why on earth would I make you leave?"

"For disowning my family and...and...mooching off you..." She threw her arms around the woman, sobbing uncontrollably.

"You're not mooching off me, I'm spoiling you shamelessly. There's a difference." Lillian laughed gently, hugging the girl close. "And knock off the disowning talk. Nothing is permanent. I told you, remember? We'll talk to them again, but on your terms, not theirs. It's important." She moved the girl a few steps to the bed, and then pushed her down onto it and climbed on next to her, settling down beside her and pulling her into a cuddle.

"But," her breath hitched, "Ms Lillian. Why? Why are you spoiling me? I figured that as soon as you saw Regan you'd drop me like a hot brick." Her finger moved to trace randomly over Lillian's breasts, doodling on the soft flesh.

Lillian laughed, fingertips running along the younger girl's spine, stroking her smooth back. "Oh, you silly thing. You're MUCH more my type, beloved, and much prettier, I promise."

Sharon raised her eyes to look into Loveliness. "I-I am?" she stammered, melting into Lillian's arms. It dawned on her that Lillian had called her, "Beloved," and not for the first time. "Ms Lillian, do you know what you just called me?"

"Yes, sweetheart." She smiled and leaned in to kiss the girl softly. "I do love you. More and more, each moment. I'm trying not to think about it too much... kinda scary." She grinned.

The girl smiled, a glow seeming to come over her, cares forgotten for the moment. "Oh, Ms Lillian!" She wrapped her arms tightly around her lover's neck, kissing her madly, passionately, wrapping a leg around Lillian's; willing her very essence into Lillian.

Lillian kissed back just as passionately, her own leg pressing up between Sharon's until her thigh met the girl's mound, rocking her hips so that the smooth, soft skin rubbed against the girl's wetness.

Sharon's nipples were stiff from the cool air of the room coupled with her damp body; they were swiftly becoming stiff for another reason. She moved her hips tenderly against Lillian's leg, the pressure gradually increasing as she continued against those perfect lips, drinking her lover.

Lillian's kisses had slowed now, changing from the passionate, hungry tonguing of before to a more gentle, more erotic caressing. One hand slid up to tweak the girl's nipple, stroking and then tugging on it. The other reached down to cup Sharon's ass and pull her in harder.

Sharon continued kissing, gradually realizing that the mood had shifted slightly, her own kisses becoming less urgent, savoring the taste of her Goddess. She continued to move her hips in a steady fashion, grinding on the smooth flesh. She didn't care if anyone COULD see in; she was with her lover, the only one who mattered in her life.

Lillian rocked with the grinding action, meeting it to increase the rubbing of Sharon's mound. Her lips traced along Sharon's cheek, dipping to kiss along the side of her neck. The hand on her ass pressed into the familiar crease, finding and stroking her rear entrance.

Sharon sighed at the kiss on her neck, arching it for better access and utter bliss, then shivered slightly at the touch on her pucker. The combination sent her over the edge, her orgasm bowing her back, forcing her eyes closed as she moaned loudly; a highly erotic moan of intense, pure, palpable love and lust. Lillian had never, in all her experience, heard anything remotely resembling it.

Lillian slowed her movements, still gently caressing and stroking the girl, fondling her through the orgasm as her lips brushed and kissed the curve of her young lover's neck.

Sharon went limp in Lillian's arms. Her surrender was total. She gazed at Lillian, not smiling, not frowning. Face neutral, but eyes alight. A look worthy of DaVinci, were he alive to paint another, "Mona Lisa."

Lillian smiled back into Sharon's gaze, her own look one of loving contentment. Her hips and hands slowed and stopped, just holding the girl now, sharing their warmth in silence.

The girl gradually slid from Lillian's arms, gently, seemingly hypnotized, and tenderly pushed her onto her back, lifting her legs and turning the woman to lay her diagonally. No further words needed to be said.

Lillian allowed herself to be led and positioned, just taking the occasional opportunity to steal a kiss or caress the girl's smooth curves. The bed was soft and welcoming, yet still firm and supportive; clearly expensive. The silk sheets were cool against their skin.

Sharon lay next to Lillian caressing the full length of her beautifully perfect body. She tenderly kissed Lillian's neck while a hand roamed; the kiss being as the lighting of a butterfly on her neck. She traced her index finger, feather-light, up Lillian's chest to her chin. Lillian let her eyes flutter closed, her own hand just brushing Sharon's, fingertips running up the length of her arm.

The girl continued with her light kisses to the tip of Lillian's chin then started moving downwards, taking her time; they had forever, after all. As she approached Lillian's nipples, there was no teasing, no playful high school giggle-box. The world and it's troubles had disappeared. There was only the Here and Now. She kissed Lillian's nipples, sucking each one gently in turn, laving the tips with her tongue, continuing down to Lillian's flat stomach, the same brushing of lips.

Lillian let out little moans, hands lifting to stroke Sharon's hair, caress her head.

Sharon's tongue delved into Lillian's belly button; she kissed all around it, her lips moving in ever-widening circles. She moved a hand to stroke Lillian's breasts, the other she moved to caress her bare mound. Her touch almost imperceptible.

It was Lillian's turn to giggle at the tongue on her bellybutton, lifting her arms above her head, legs spreading as she felt the light touch between them. Her nude body lay as spread as a canvas under Sharon's attentions.

Sharon growled exasperatedly at Lillian's giggle. Here she was, trying to be serious, and her lover laughed about it. Truth be told, she didn't know that Lillian's bellybutton was ticklish. She found and tweaked a nipple hard, then bit Lillian on the tummy lightly.

Lillian bit her lip, wincing with mixed pleasure and pain. She opened her eyes to look at Sharon with mock reproach, then bent forward to kiss her gently.

"Ms Lillian," she voiced her own chastisement, "I'm trying to be romantic...and stuff." She returned the kissed, a little irked look on her cute face.

Lillian stole another kiss quickly. "Wonderfully romantic, beloved. It feels incredible. It just tickled a bit." She grinned, then pulled the girl's head in for another, longer, deeper kiss.

Sharon's demeanor changed instantly. No way in hell could she stay upset with her Goddess. She kissed Lillian passionately and then continued with her mission. Placing her hands either side of Lillian, she again started the slow sensuous kisses, getting lower and lower, kissing and licking the insides of Lillian's thighs before gently moving her tongue beneath her lover's hood to get at the soft, tasty clit beneath.

The kissing between her thighs made her breath catch repeatedly, and the tongue caressing her clit made her gasp loudly, hands on Sharon's head, back arching with pleasure.

Sharon attacked the clit, poking it with her tongue, licking it as if trying to get every bit of moisture off of it. She pursed her lips and sucked very gently, then spread lips with her hands, and opened her mouth wide just a few inches from the delicate nub. She breathed out through her mouth, exhaling slowly, letting her warm breath seep into it.

Lillian was writhing by then, bucking and shuddering, hands on the bedspread now, clinging to it as she whimpered.

Sharon again pursed her lips to blow now-cool air gently. She repeated the process several times, the last, the cool air, was followed quickly by the warmth of her mouth as she buried her face into Lillian's folds, giving long licks to her clit.

Lillian gasped with each warm lick, hips melting up into Sharon's face, the woman driven almost wild by the mouth doing such wonderful things to her slit. She trembled with the impending peak, the orgasm welling within her, a small cry escaping her as she fought it down as long as she could.

Sharon dipped her head, her tongue flattening and seeking Lillian's rear entrance. She moved her tongue to the limit of its reach and then licked forward across the pucker and over Lillian's lips to run it across her now-engorged clit.

Lillian squealed at the trigger to her favorite fetish, arching again, struggling now to keep the orgasm from peaking, not wanting to lose the amazing feelings she was riding on.

Sharon grinned smugly with her tongue still extended. Ms Lillian had never told her that was a secret power point. How to better get to it, though? With her tongue still blazing away, she reached behind her and gently nudged Lillian's knees, indicating for her to bend them.

Lillian's normal cautious reserve, her control of the situation, had been blown away. She immediately lifted her legs, pulling them up and spreading them wide, exposing herself blatantly to this wonderful teen.

This was better than Sharon had hoped! She'd only meant for her Goddess to slide her feet up and got THIS! Her tongue flicked over Lillian's ass cheeks and then, like a homing missile, dove straight for the rear hole. She shoved her tongue in as far as it would go then withdrew it over and over as the finger of one hand sought Lillian's clit to slide smoothly over it in synchronization with her tongue.

That was the final straw. Crying out loudly, rocking in time with the tongue, arching upwards as her hands nearly tore the silk sheets, she came gloriously. Her hips jumped again and again as the waves of pleasure peaked through her.