Lost And Found Ch. 02: Where The Heart Is

"Oh...why, dear me," she cooed adorably. "Did I distract you, Penny Lane?"

Noting that Cesse had gotten crafty on her, Penny turned sour again. But she couldn't be that mad. Part of her was too aroused. And the rest of her...well...was aroused too.

"A'right...a'right, well done, vixen," she congratulated. "Not only did you make me miss, but I got one of your balls instead."

Cesse stifled a giggle. "So what does that mean?"

"Well..." Penny paused to pull off her own shirt, giving Hansel and Gretel a shake back at her. "...It means I fouled, and now that means you have what's called 'ball in hand.' So you can take the cue ball and put it anywhere you want to shoot your next shot." She impishly tossed her top in Cessy's face, muffling her reaction.

"Oh, gosh!" exclaimed Cesse through a faceful of shirt. "Really?"

"Yes, really." Cesse removed Penny's shirt from her head. Penny picked up the white ivory ball from the table, turned one of Cesse's paws palm up, and deposited it. Then, she proceeded to lay her lips good and hard upon Cesse's, as if to say, Two can play this game. Her wiles were pretty potent themselves. Cesse was overwhelmed by her advance. She went into a hypnosis of passion, powerlessly dropped both cues—the stick and ball—and flung her arms around Penny. But just as she was getting into it, Penny stopped the kiss and pulled away. Cesse's eyes popped open in disappointment.

"Mm?...But...but..." she stammered.

"OH, why, dear me," Penny parroted with a sly grin. "Did I...distract you, prin-Cesse?"

Taking advantage of her being naked, Penny palmed Cesse's ass with one hand for a good firm grip. With her other, she now took the liberty of groping and stroking the Tigger, mimicking the massaging motion Cesse had performed on herself.

Already dazed and confused, the poor down-guarded Cessy began going crazy. Her head flew back, emitting a squeal that relinquished any control she had. Forced mind-altering pleasure flooded in at an unprecedented rate. In their seven months together, never had Penny gone in for the kill like this, so...so purposefully...

Not to mention...so intensely...

"God...Penny...please don't stop..."

"What was that?" Penny checked. "'Please don't?...Stop'? Okay."

Just as suddenly as she'd grabbed her, Penny unhanded Cesse, leaving her high and dry. She was bemused and disenchanted by these abrupt drop-offs. She could as easily have resumed by herself, but her own touch just wasn't the same. Her Tigger was warm, wet and pink, and she was admittedly curious why Penny was behaving so aggressively. Just because of that little stunt I pulled a minute ago? But...I was just fooling around. Just being a little naughty. Just for fun.

"Um...Penny?...What's going on?"

Penny smirked sweetly. "What's going on is it's your shot." She stooped to the floor, picking up Cesse's equipment and returning it to her. "Remember, put the cue ball anywhere you like and shoot as normal."

A little disoriented, but trying to put the last sixty seconds aside for now, Cesse placed the aggot at a spot that made the 10 easiest to shoot. It wouldn't have been a difficult shot anywhere on the table, as she had the 10 tying up the bottom pocket. She still had trouble concentrating. She suddenly found herself wanting the game to be over.

"Careful, darling," came Penny's syrupy taunting voice from behind. Cesse could hear the evil smile in her inflection. "Don't let your girls get in your way, what with them just...dangling out in the open...all exposed and vulnerable."

As Cesse aimed, she felt a third hand reach under and tweak one of her unprotected nipples. She gasped once more, dropping her aim and leaning over the table for support. A sizzle of ecstasy went through her.

"Uhhh...Penny..."

The next she felt was a single fingertip between the legs, teasing down her slit, from clit to taint. OH, GOD!!... her mind cried.

"Yeeeeeeessss?"

"Ohhhhh," Cesse groaned. "Oh, for God's sake, please..."

"You know, sweetheart, this reminds me a little of a Winnie the Pooh episode," Penny remarked, unable to keep from grinning victoriously. "It was where, uh...Tigger...was trying to cheer up Eeyore, and also teach Eeyore to be more like him. So to make him smile like a Tigger, he had Eeyore lie on his back, and tickled his tummy with a feather."

Uh-oh, thought Cesse, thinking she saw what Penny had in store for her.

"Yeah, and y'know, as I think about it further, that reminds me of something that happened to me once at a store," Penny reminisced, continuing her fondling. "I was sitting at a table, and this pretty girl came up to me and said..."

She leaned up to Cessy's ear, rubbed her pussy, and lowered her voice.

"...'Tickle your cunny with a feather?'"

Cesse shivered on the outside and tingled on the inside. Sweat trickled down her face.

"But then it turns out she was really saying, 'Particularly sunny weather,'" Penny went on. "Ha! Boy, did I ever feel like a silly goose."

Cesse gulped. She was growing so hot and bothered she could hardly stand it. One part of her rational mind ignored all this titillation and reminded her to shoot her ball. Oh, like I could even finish now, she thought. But the game was almost done. If she made the 10, the 8 and cue balls would be the only two left on the table. And she was pretty sure Penny'd still want her to try. So she snapped her wrist and fired. Fortunately, she made the 10. Unfortunately, she sank the cue ball in the same pocket. It careened right after.

"Oh! Sweetie!" announced Penny, forcing back her satisfied smile. "You scratched!"

"Darn," Cesse exhaled, having trouble caring. "What does that mean?"

"Well, for one, making a ball and scratching on the same shot excuses me from removing my clothing. And this time, Messy Cessy, you fouled, you see, and so now you have given me ball in hand," a pleased Penny explained, plucking the ball from the pocket. "And so now, I must again try for Miss 8 Ball here. But this time, I have an easier shot, being that I can put the cue ball wherever I like.

"And also this time, I shan't allow you to distract me."

She lined up and got down on it. "8 ball in the side pocket." Aim one, aim two, aim three, aaaand...contact. Ka-chunk!

"Hooray!" said Penny. "And that's it! That's allllll she wrote."

Whew, thought Cesse. Finally.

"Congrats, hunny," she said, kissing Penny's hand. "So, erm...what do we do now?"

The corners of Penny's mouth curled up. She was going to enjoy this. And so help her, so was Cesse. She grabbed her own clothes and put them back on.

"Wellllll...normally, the loser is forced to give up any and all remaining clothing, and go from there. Since you're already naked, we can jump straight to the fun part."

Gulp. "And, uh...what's that?"

"I'll show you. You stay here, and I'll be riiiight back."

Penny gleefully snatched up Cesse's stray clothes and trotted out of the room with them. A little alarmed, Cesse laid her cue to rest and covered her privates, suddenly afraid someone would come in and see her, though they were still alone in this locked up building. She then heard something more alarming: the faint sound of Penny retrieving her keys, and unlocking the front door.

Gasp. Cesse looked around. Finding nothing to hide behind or cover herself with, she dropped to her knees and scurried under the pool table. She wasn't sure what she was expecting to happen, but didn't think she'd like it. At last, a few moments later, returned a fully dressed Penny holding a cardboard box.

She looked around. "...Cessy?"

The meek reply floated up from beneath the table. "...Penny?"

"...What're you doing under there, silly? Hide and seek?"

"Oh, uh...no. I...I just got a little scared. Wh-when I heard you open the door, I guess I thought you were gonna let someone come in and...embarrass me. Or something."

Penny laughed. "That imagination's gonna get you in trouble one of these days!" she chortled. "No, baby, of course not! I just ran out to my car!"

Cesse looked up, letting out her breath once more. Given her earlier antic, she couldn't say she expected Penny to have no payback plan, but didn't think things would go that far. Besides, Penny'd already rocked her world with those wicked teasing techniques.

"Oh...so there's...still no one else here?"

"Of course not, you paranoid goof," Penny repeated. "C'mon, get out from under there."

Cesse sheepishly did as told. Her eyes then widened as she watched Penny produce from her box the very same velvety ropes she'd used to tie her to bed in December. A chill assaulted her spine. She looked back up to Penny.

"You mean...?"

Penny nodded matter-of-factly, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Of course I do. Hop on up. On your back this time, babe."

For just a moment Cessy only stared at her.

"Don't worry, it'll hold you; you're barely a hundred and ten pounds."

"Penny, people are going to play pool on this table!"

"And your point?"

Fifteen minutes later, Penny had her again pinned by the extremities. Cesse now lay on her back on the cyan felt, eyes and nipples pointed to the particularly high ceiling. Once Penny'd finished trussing her down, she leaned on the rail between Cesse's feet to admire her handiwork. She reveled in the marvelous symmetry of Cessy's body, the way her girls jiggled like mounds of gelatin topped with stiff stemless cherries. All they needed was whipped cream. Penny wasted nary a moment getting down to business.

Revved as Cesse already was, she needed a big fat zip in terms of foreplay. And Penny knew it. Cesse felt her delicate Tigger seized in her soft but firm paw. She instantly and involuntarily cringed, groaned, pulled on the ropes, and gave up a squirt of pre-cum.

"Ooooh!" Penny observed, rubbing her fingers. "Well, someone's all set, isn't she now?"

No point in denying it, Cessy only nodded. Penny licked off her fingers.

"Mmm...little saline, but nice on the palate." She turned down to leer at Cesse.

"...Care for a taste?"

For just a sec, Cesse gave her a look she couldn't define. Then her face softened, having a feeling she'd be getting a taste whether she liked it or not. And she was right.

Next thing she knew, Penny sank a dizzying kiss on her, just as she sank her balls. And to compound the intensity, she massaged Cesse's erect clit betwixt her fingers. Cessy's eyes snapped open, every synapse abruptly firing off wildly. Her hands clenched into snow-white fists, toes balling up just as tight. Her biceps, thighs and glutes flexed hard enough to crack nutshells. Penny realized she'd far more an effect on her than she thought. She evidently didn't know her own sexual potency. Because the minute she rubbed Cesse's fragile clit, the helpless girl blew a viscous spurt of cum on her.

"MMMMMMMM!!" Cesse screeched at as high a pitch as Penny'd ever heard, muffled only by the cum-hunnyed kiss. Penny subtly ceased the kiss and grinned malevolently.

"Cesse ball...hot pocket," she sneered.

Cesse screamed, as Penny violently dug deeper inside, finger-blasting her, rhythmically and methodically. The twenty-two seconds in which Penny touched fingertips to clit and Cesse savagely came in her hand lasted two hours in their minds. Penny'd once again kept her promise; she shot Cessy beyond previously unknown limits of heaven and eros. It went without saying that Cesse no longer cared about messing the pool table as she proceeded to cum, so majestically...so spectacularly...so...perfectly.

They would have to play pool—or other games like this—together much more often.

Penny didn't dare unhand her this time until she was certain Cesse was sublimely done.

But she had one hell of a time waiting to taste her fingers again.

*****

Safe Haven And A Capsule

Saturday, August 8th, 2015, 11:47 p.m.

Fast-forward another month, the city of Juniper's first ever rec-shelter-kennel officially opened its doors to the public. Once Cesse and Penny furnished and fixed it up—and discreetly hired cleaners to treat the pool table—they placed notices in the periodicals, posted placards around town, put out some ads for staff, purchased a domain name, created a web site, and were off and running.

One day, a gentleman came in to talk to them. This man, they learned, whose name was Vance, was a street person down on his luck, just as they both once had been. This made them quick to want to take him into their shelter and hearts. He would be their first vagrant, and it showed them that the mere idea of taking someone in and actually doing it were two different things. But they'd already advertised to the public, and this man had come to them for help. If they were really going to do this, they had to commit. The cold hard truth was they didn't know if they could trust anyone who came through their doors, but would figure out how to deal with these things. They could hire guards and caretakers. They could install a security system. They could do all this in time. For right now, they took Vance in and showed him around.

As the only patron of their B. & B.-esque establishment, he was skeptical, but understood they'd just been active a short while. And they assured him if he wished to stay under their care, he could come, go and do as he pleased(, within reason). They were sure he would find many ways to have a good time. He could get himself clean, he could have a good meal, he could do whatever he...well, okay, so this wasn't exactly the Young Anybody's Christian Association. But perhaps one day...

All Vance was very interested in at first was a shower and a nap, could they provide that. They could. And voilà! There they had it; their first guest. It took some time, but as word began to spread, more tired, more poor, more huddled masses turned up at their sanctuary. And efficiently as they could, they snapped up a congruent quantity of help: security, cooks, coaches, teachers, nurses, therapists, facilitators, and administrators for background tasks. They couldn't believe their luck in finding staff. It was amazing how many folks willed to give their free time to this cause, just because they loved what they did. And for what? The sole compensation of an appreciative smile from a downtrodden soul. A single kind word of thanks. The girls' minds were positively blown.

Needless to say, Cesse and Penny were so excited they wanted to sob their joyous hearts out. Their nonprofit mission was coming true. Though Penny remained quite comfy financially, she'd sunk a sizable chip of her funds into this project. And she couldn't express how gratifying it was to see the results sprouting from their good work.

On Saturday night, August 8th, something new happened. It was late, close to midnight, and many of their guests had put themselves to bed. Others were watching television, playing games, reading, socializing, or having a midnight snack. Penny rummaged in a closet, rearranging, tidying this and that, when she came across a small box she'd not seen before. Besides being caked in goodness only knew how many years' worth of dust, it was about four inches cubic, made of burlap, tied with string, and heavier than it looked. She didn't know how long this building had been for lease by the time she and Cesse claimed it, but this intrigued her. She brought it back to show her partner.

"Sweetie, check out what I found in the closet!"

"A lesbian?"

Penny laughed. "No, ya nut! It's a box!"

"...Of what?"

"I dunno! It was just sitting on a shelf behind a bunch of other stuff. It could be anything!"

"Yecch...so it could be something alive?"

"Cesse, c'mon. There're no air holes in it. Look, see?"

"Ah, good, good; something dead. Much better."

"Oh, babe, get a grip. Let's see." She shook it. "Huh. Well, that doesn't tell us much. Should we open it?"

"Well, I don't know. It might belong to someone. It might be one of our guests'."

"I highly doubt that. It was practically buried back there, and it's covered in dust. Look, I can't even get some of it off, it's so old. Besides, we're running this place now. Wouldn't you say we have a responsibility to ascertain the contents of the building? I mean, it is ours; I think we should know it like the backs of our hands."

"Well, I guess you kinda have a point there, but it also seems like you kinda just wanna open the thing."

"Well, yeah, I'll admit it; I'm curious! Aren't you curious?"

Cesse sighed. "I'm not in the habit of going through someone else's stuff."

"W—okay, how 'bout this," Penny proposed. "We'll just take a tiny peek. If it seems like it's something private that belongs to someone, I'll put it right back where it was and never bring it up again. Otherwise...we take a bigger peek."

Cesse had to concede that sounded fair. "...A'right, what the hell."

"Cool!" They sat together. Penny untied the string and opened the box. Cessy was still a bit apprehensive what they might find. However, when they opened it, they unearthed only a smaller package wrapped in felt.

"Oh—!" Penny threw up her free hand. "Golly-gosh-darn it. Well, now, according to our deal, I guess we have to open this, too."

Cesse let her proceed. When Penny pulled out what was inside, they found a stack of folded papers, of a few different colors, also tied together. Once upon a time, they were lighter shades of their own base colors, but the years since had tarnished their hues.

"Hello, what's this?" said Penny. "Some kind of an old keepsake? A time capsule?"

Cesse had a confession to make with herself. Though she was playing self-righteous Miss Goody-Goody on the outside, she too was far more curious than she let on. If the truth be told, she wanted to know what these were even more than Penny did.

"Well, I...guess it wouldn't hurt to see," said Cesse. "After all, we've gone this far."

Penny grinned and punched her arm. "I knew you had a nosy little devil inside ya."

The clock was just about to strike midnight as they untied the stack and dug in. Penny excitedly unfolded the top sheet of stationery and read the flowery handwriting out quiet.

"'16 Jun. 1968'...'68?? My God, Cessy, this is almost fifty years old! Okay, let's see...

"'Dearest Mabel: By the time you read this, I will have gone. I cherish you beyond words, but I must serve my country in Vietnam. It is my sworn honor and duty since I've joined the forces. You will always be my shining light, and I shall carry that love with me all of my days until they are no more. I reach for our precious memories when I need the strength to go on. Your hand softly caressing my cheek, a wonder-filled kiss, a sweet word of adoration wafting from your lips. You are my greatest source of comfort, of support and sunshine in my darkest hour. I cannot state in clearer terms: I love you.'"

Penny looked up at Cesse, a third of the way through the letter. "Wow!"

"Double wow," Cesse amended. Penny went on to the next paragraph.

"'My darling, our cause is worth giving everything for, but nothing shall ever take the place of you in my heart. If we are never to meet again, it will be broken, but I cannot stand in the way of destiny. If I should not come back, promise me you will carry on, however suitable it is you do so. Whatever may your happiness entail, the chance of my passing must not hinder it. Please know that if this happens, it is my most heartfelt wish that you go on, and find your happiness wherever it may lie. The heavens open when I think of your smile. Even in death, I cannot bear to have taken it from you.