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Click hereThis series is a companion to my story Truth & Admiration.
My intent is not to offend, but this is a d/s lesbian romance with strong themes of nonconsent and reluctance. If that's not your bag, I understand and hope you will find another story to enjoy.
As always I hope you will enjoy the story, and that if you do you will leave a comment.
XOSNS
Leethie never told her parents why she was fired. When they had pressed her about it, she had simply said it had been a personal conflict, refusing to explain further. She hoped they would think she had somehow been wronged, but knew her dad would probably hear the story through the grapevine. If he did he never told her.
The Saturday after she was fired they had her over for lunch. She sat with her dad drinking beer, watching the girls playing in the yard.
"Is Miranda still up in the Pacific Northwest?" he'd asked out of nowhere. "You should go visit her, it's beautiful there."
She turned to look at him in surprise, but he was watching the girls.
Graduation night had been fun. Her family and Miranda's parents had both arrived early for the long weekend. In the days leading up to the ceremony, there was a scramble to prepare, but there were also dinners and lots of parties.
Miranda and her parents had joined Leethie's family for dinner at a local steak house after they had walked. Everyone was dressed up. Her sisters were being silly and running around. Their parents seemed to really like each other, especially their dads who drank way too much; made toasts, and laughed hard all night. That had been surprising for Leethie.
After dinner Leethie's mother had driven her dad and sisters back to their hotel, the little girls asleep in the back seat, her father laughing loudly even as they drove away. Miranda's parents had driven them back to the apartment. Miranda's father had told off-color jokes and told funny stories about Miranda while her mother drove and they all laughed. Getting out to hug them goodnight and say their goodbyes to Leethie. The way Miranda's mother had kissed her and peered into her eyes made Leethie wonder if Miranda had told her about them. She'd blushed, and thanked her for the ride.
The two of them had climbed the stairs in silence. Everything had been taken down off the walls. Their beds had been disassembled and their mattresses were on the floor. Their gowns and mortarboards were on Miranda's mattress where they had thrown them earlier. Open bottles of champagne and red plastic cups littered the kitchen counter. All their things packed in boxes and bags. The shoji screens folded away and leaned against the wall with their bed parts. All of it ready to go to Goodwill.
Leethie checked the fridge, there was half a bottle of champagne left. It still had bubbles. She poured two cups to the brim, handing one to Miranda, and they toasted without saying anything.
They undressed and took turns in the bathroom. When Miranda was done Leethie was sitting on the edge of her mattress in her robe, facing the bed with their gowns, her cup of champagne almost empty.
Miranda kneeled primly at Leethie's feet. Her cup in her hand.
"The dads..."
"Oh my god."
"Seriously."
They fell silent again. The room felt empty and over-large but suddenly charged. Miranda hadn't worn much makeup, her face was clean and moist; her hair was a little wet where she'd splashed it. Her lips looked so full. They were the palest color pink.
"So, it's our last night..." Miranda started.
Leethie felt the heat in her belly traveling into her chest as Miranda rose up and put her hands on her knees, watched as Miranda leaned towards her, lips parted. Eyes hooded Miranda tilted her head and with a jolt of shock Leethie saw she meant to kiss her.
"Don't make it weird Miranda," she sneered. Her face was hot and her belly tight as she watched her words hit. Miranda had frozen, and her eyes had gone wide and unfocused, filling with tears. For a moment Leethie thought she might storm off and was afraid. She wanted to apologize, but Miranda had taken a shuddering breath, bitten her bottom lip, and reached for the belt of Leethie's robe.
"Sorry. Sorry... sorry," Miranda muttered. As she opened the robe, exposing Leethie's nakedness with business-like efficiency. "Let me get this."
Miranda avoided her eyes as she pushed the robe off Leethie's shoulders and, with her hands on Leethie's knees, opened her thighs. Leethie leaned back on her elbows and looked up at the ceiling. She was angry at Miranda for ruining it, felt empty and cold as she began to eat her out. Leethie's breath was ragged and her eyes filled with tears.
She reached out and pushed at Miranda's forehead, forcing her away.
"Forget it," she told her. "I'm not in the mood."
Leethie rolled onto her side away from Miranda, she let her angry tears soak her pillow, keeping her breath even and smooth as, after a long moment, Miranda stood and turned off the lights. She listened to the sound of the gowns being moved and Miranda climbing into bed. Only when the room was still, and she was sure she couldn't be seen, did she wipe at her tears.
This was a tough chapter for a lot of readers Anon - especially when it was first posted and some seemed to feel it was the end. I’m glad you’re enjoying the descriptions, it’s the part I enjoy most. Thank you for reading.
Not an easy chapter but you write so well and this is a difficult story for me though through out the descriptions of sex are wonderful. Very interested to read below you have many more stories to tell, yours are all so original
DF, I’m so glad to hear you enjoyed this chapter. It’s one of my favorite parts of this story but was poorly received in comparison to the rest of the series (with the exception of the end), but I like sad endings… (When I first saw M saying it was a product of the past or a foreign country seem insufficient to describe its alienness. I described it to friends as a movie made on a different planet.)
This is not unlike that moment in Fritz Lang's M, as far as character development goes, since the two are about completely different types of events. Leethie's character is, after all, merely conflicted - as is often the case with anyone at that age - on how to deal with her feelings of vulnerability. Good chapter with an abrupt and unexpected ending, which, is in line with Leethie's character. A plot development that is very much unlike the sort of straight forward porno that leaves one wishing there's more to it than two robots going at it. Very complex characters well developed and slowly realized in this series. As you put it aptly in your response, "sadness.... [and] tears are part of the pleasure of love."
As always, skillful, excellent workmanship. Hard to believe your claim that you started writing on a short while ago...
Dulcis