Lily shoved the door to the Port and Pint open, smirking as it slammed
against the wall. She glanced back to make sure she hadn't broken the
door. She had not; too bad, the damn thing was in her way after all and
with the mood she was in, anything standing in her way had better watch
out! The bar's few patrons turned to check out the noise, but Lily
merely glared back defiantly.
The young woman stomped up to the bar, climbing onto a stool at the far
left end of the bar, as far from the other patrons as she could sit. She
huffed and grimaced as Rosalind, the proprietress, continued chatting
easily with the two young men standing by the middle of the bar as they
paid their tab. How long would she have to wait for some service,
anyway?
As if sensing her annoyance, Rosalind turned to look her way, nodding to
indicate she'd be there in a moment. She waved sweetly to the young men
as they departed, and then made her way towards Lily's end of the bar.
"Bad day, love?" The barkeep smiled in sympathy, obviously not expecting
an answer. "What'll it be?"
The question momentarily stumped Lily. All she knew was that she wanted
a drink. Not having much experience with alcohol, she had no idea what
kind of drink she wanted. This was hardly a butterbeer moment.
"Something strong. Surprise me."
"I know just the thing," nodded Rosalind, turning back to the large
display of bottles and vials she kept behind the bar. The older woman
pulled several bottles of different colored liquors down from their
racks and lined them up on the bar a few feet down from Lily. She ducked
under the counter to retrieve a tall, narrow glass, which she filled
with ice. After filling the glass with a little liquid from each bottle,
Rosalind swirled it gently to mix the fluids together before topping the
mixture off with a single cherry and handing it to Lily. "How do you
like this?"
Slightly nervous despite her determination to Get Drunk, Lily gazed down
at the strange concoction for a couple seconds before raising the glass
to her lips and taking a large swig. The drink was sweet yet pungent at
the same time, the unfamiliar burn of alcohol only partly disguised by a
strong fruity flavor. Lily swirled the liquid around in her mouth a
moment and then swallowed. Was it her imagination, or could she already
feel the buzz? "Perfect," she replied before taking another gulp.
"I won't bother putting these back yet then." Rosalind gave Lily a sly
wink before wandering off to check on the pub's only other patrons, who
were seated at a table by the window. Lily paid little attention to the
polite conversation the proprietress made, choosing instead to focus on
her drink and the reason for her need for it. Jason Wexler.
"Maybe
we should see other people for awhile," he'd said. As if he weren't
the one who had pursued her for several years despite her protests.
Against her better judgment she'd finally accepted his advances in their
senior year at Wilson High, believing he was no longer the egotistical
bully of his younger years. Lily had thought Jason had changed, but
apparently she'd been wrong.
"I
just want to see what else is out there before settling down and
becoming all domesticated. Don't you ever wonder about other people,
Lils?" No, asshole. Since I started dating you, I've had no eyes for
anyone else, and more fool me to think you felt the same. I'm so bloody
sorry if screwing me has gotten boring, Wexler. Sorry to cramp your
fucking style.
Lily looked down – her glass was empty. After the first few sips it went
down real easy. Disgruntled, she called out to the barkeep. "Hey
Rosalind! I want another one!" Perhaps tomorrow she'd regret her
manners, but right now they were the furthest thing from her mind. Right
now she only wanted the fuzzy, glowing feeling that was creeping upon
her to continue, and that required another drink.
The older woman chuckled. "Impatient, aren't we, love!"
Lily watched as the middle aged couple at the table stood to leave,
hoping they'd hurry so Rosalind would come back more quickly. They
didn't hurry, and Rosalind walked them to the door, locking it behind
them as they left. Lily looked up towards the clock hanging in the back
of the room. It was just past two. Crap. So much for another drink.
"Are you closing?" A small feeling of shame pierced through Lily's fog
as she fumbled for her coin purse. "I should leave."
Rosalind walked back to Lily and put a hand on her arm. "No, stay. I can
tell when a young lady is in need of a good drink and a good shoulder.
It's part of the job description." The older lady stepped behind the bar
and mixed two of the funny multi-colored drink, handing one to Lily and
keeping the other for herself.
"I'm glad you like my drink, Lily, is it?" Lily nodded. "I call it
‘Rosie's revenge'."
"Does that mean I'll have an awful hangover tomorrow?" asked Lily after
taking a generous sip.
Rosalind shook her head as she came back around to sit down on the stool
next to Lily's. "Nothing a couple of aspirin can't cure. I just like the
way the name sounds. Now tell me, what's he done to put you in such a
mood?"
"He?" repeated Lily. "How do you know it's a he?"
"It's always a he," laughed the older lady. "If a lady wants a drink,
ninety-nine times out of a hundred it's because some man treated her
poorly. Am I wrong?"
Lily stared down into her drink, ashamed to be just a statistic. "No,
you're not wrong."
"So what did he do?"
"You see this ring?" Lily nodded to the hand that was clutching her
drink. "He gave it to me six months ago, when he asked me to marry him.
He told me I was the only woman he'd ever wanted, ever loved. And I
believed him."
At this Lily chugged the rest of her drink. "But tonight, just a few
months before the wedding, he comes over to my apartment to tell me he's
feeling trapped, that he wants to see other people. Oh, he didn't want
to call off the wedding or anything, he just wanted a chance to ‘sow
some wild oats.'"
"What did you say to that?" asked the barkeep gently as she took Lily's
glass and began reconstructing a refill from where she sat.
"I told him that if he wanted my permission to screw other people he
could go to Hell," sneered Lily. "And I meant it! I told him to get the
fuck out of my apartment and that I never wanted to see him again. And
then I came here. I should have thrown his damn ring back in his face."
Rosalind pursed her lips as if pondering. "Hmmm… I know you don't want
to hear this, but maybe he had a point?"
"A point? What are you talking about?" challenged Lily.
"A lifetime is a very long time to be with just one person. And if
you've only ever experienced each other, then how can you really be sure
that you've chosen the right person?" The barkeep gave Lily her drink.
"You might think so know, but you won't really know unless you've tried
someone else."
"But I don't want anyone else!" Lily insisted, head down, staring into
her glass again. "I haven't so much as looked at another man since I
started dating him back at school."
Lily jumped as felt soft fingers brushing her hair away from her face.
She turned to face the older woman, who replied softly, "What about a
woman?"
"A woman," repeated Lily, shocked into downing half of her drink in one
gulp. "No, not a woman either."
Rosalind was watching her intensely, and Lily felt herself returning the
gaze. The older woman's fingers came down to gently touch her cheek.
Lily had always believed that alcohol numbed one's senses, but she felt
the touch far more keenly than normal. Her mind spun, part of it
rebelling against the concept of thinking of a woman in that way, but
another part reveling in the excitement of the foreign and forbidden.
Rosalind was a pretty woman, her hair falling in soft curls around her
face, her eyes warm and friendly, her lips shiny and red from her
lipstick, her breasts swelling gently out from the low-cut blouse she
wore.
Lily didn't protest as Rosalind's fingers stroked her cheek, then glided
softly down the side of her neck; rather, she shivered at the
pleasurable sensation. She'd always loved it when Jason kissed and bit
her neck; it made her feel sexy and desirable. Just like Rosalind was
making her feel now.
It was weird, getting these feelings from a woman. Lily could imagine
the disapproving voices of her parents and sister if they could see her
now. "Disgraceful! Freak!" Elizabeth would call her. But right now, the
thought that kept repeating in Lily's mind was that it felt good, and
how could that possibly be wrong?
If Jason could experiment, why shouldn't she?
Lily watched herself lift one of her own hands to Rosalind's cheek,
mimicking the caresses she'd been given moments before. Rosalind smiled
softly, and turned her face into Lily's hand, pressing a kiss into her
palm. Lily's eyes closed and she gasped as she felt her index finger be
sucked into the older woman's mouth. Whether it was a result of the
alcoholic haze or some deep-seated lesbian desires Lily didn't know, but
her entire body was reacting to the sensation of Rosalind's tongue
swirling around her finger as if she were fellating it. Lily heard a
groan, but several seconds passed before she realized it came from her.
Rosalind's chair scraped against the wooden floor. Lily opened her eyes
to find the other woman had stood and now right in front of her. She
felt the cold air on her wet finger as Rosalind released it, her lips
making a trail up the sensitive flesh of her inner arm, her tongue
lightly carving a path of sensation. G-d, this woman knew just where to
touch her!
Jason was different. Jason never bothered with her fingers or her arms,
preferring to go straight for the obvious targets. As the silky tongue
traced a circular path in the crook of her elbow, Lily moaned and forgot
all about Jason.
She wanted to do nothing but feel, but she also wanted to touch. Her
free hand cupped the older woman's shoulder, which was only half covered
by her blouse. Her skin was soft like Lily's own, no bizarre tufts of
hair marring the smoothness. With a boldness she didn't know she had,
Lily allowed her hand to wander towards Rosalind's neck and then down
toward that which was undisputably feminine. Rosalind groaned in either
surprise or pleasure then took Lily's tentative hand under her own,
guiding it along the neckline of her blouse to cup her fully. Lily had
touched her own breasts, of course, but this one was much larger, the
nipple much more extrusive than her own. She thumbed it tentatively,
rewarded by the sounds of pleasure coming from the other woman. Lily
always loved having her breasts touched too.
She didn't protest as Rosalind began unbuttoning her blouse, although a
very small part of her mind still attempted to warn her about how
bizarre and wrong this was. She didn't care. It felt good, and she
deserved to feel good. Lily's hand squeezed and her mouth fell open as
Rosalind pushed aside the blouse and bra to lift her breast and suck
gently on the peak. She closed her eyes to be more aware of the
sensations of touch, allowing her to fully feel each tug of the lips and
flick of the tongue. With her eyes closed, Rosalind's mouth could have
been Jason' except for slight differences in timing and motion, nuances
that showed that where Jason had to figure out what made Lily wet,
Rosalind just knew. This was just as good, if not better.
Lily's eyes flew open when Rosalind's head left her breasts, and she
found herself being gently tugged by the hand. Rosalind was motioning
towards one of the tables in the back of the room. "It will be easier
over there."
The two held hands as they walked over to the table then stood, gazing
intently at each other for a moment. Lily wondered if she should kiss
Rosalind's lovely red lips, since generally that was expected when two
people explored each others' bodies, but she hesitated. She wasn't sure
she could do that.
Whether Rosalind sensed this or merely wasn't interested in kissing,
Lily didn't know, but she found herself being gently pushed back against
the table until she was seated on the edge. The older woman continued
removing Lily's shirt and bra, the latter of which had been hooked
awkwardly underneath her breast. The air was chilly but Lily didn't
mind. She waited for whatever Rosalind would do next.
Rosalind yanked her own top unceremoniously over her head and tossed it
onto a chair before reaching behind her back to unclasp whatever was
holding the wisp of lace that served as her bra together and discarding
it as well. The older woman's breasts were large and sagged a bit
without the support of a bra, but the nipples were lush and a deep mauve
and Lily couldn't draw her eyes away.
"Do you want to kiss them?" asked Rosalind as she stepped close to where
Lily sat, her breasts only inches from Lily's mouth.
Lily nodded nervously. She heard Rosalind laugh a little as she leaned
in closer to bring a nipple right up against Lily's lips. "Then do it."
Lily only had to open her mouth to take the swollen peak inside. She
tongued it tentatively for a moment, then wrapped her arms around
Rosalind's waist and began to suck hungrily. Driven by the memories of
what had felt good to her, Lily licked and teased the tip while still
applying suction. She imagined this were her breast and that she were
pleasuring herself. The moans coming from Rosalind were really her own.
She felt Rosalind reach back to take her right hand and guide it between
her legs. "Touch me when you do that."
Lily allowed her fingers to rub back in forth where Rosalind had placed
it and was rewarded by the feel of a hand cupping her own breast, a
thumb rubbing the tip. She sucked harder in response to the sensation
and felt the other woman bucking against her hand. She rubbed faster,
taking the hint and felt throbbing in her own groin as Rosalind came,
crying out loudly with the most erotic sound Lily had ever heard.
She was pushed onto her back as Rosalind fell against her until they
were both lying on the table, the other woman's hand still on her
breast, unmoving. They lay like that a moment before Rosalind pulled
back, still slightly out of breath. Lily moved to follow Rosalind as she
stood, but the older woman pressed her back down on the table with one
hand.
"We're not done yet. It's your turn."
Lily watched as Rosalind pulled a chair directly in front of Lily's legs
and sat down in it. She didn't protest as she felt hands gently
spreading her knees apart, she merely listened to the scrape of chair
legs as Rosalind moved in closer. She watched as her skirt was folded
up, and obediently raised her bottom when Rosalind gently tugged her
knickers down. Lily knew what was coming and wanted it with all her
being. She closed her eyes and waited.
A hand pressed gently against each of her inner thighs, encouraging her
to open further. She complied, desperate and eager. She felt the warmth
of breath against her, each breath almost tapping against her in
contrast to the cold air of the room. Her hips resisted the urge to
close the distance, instead wiggling anxiously against the pressure of
the hands against her thighs. And then, the tip of a tongue, pressing
gently through the folds, teasing gently around the spot, driving her
mad with wanting. She felt one of the hands leave her thigh to rest on
her stomach, fingers circling in a pattern similar to that the tongue
was drawing on her. Lily moaned. It all felt so good.
The other hand crept softly up the inside of her thigh, tickling a
little as it did so before reaching where the tongue was already
licking. She felt fingers spreading her folds open wider to make a path
for the tongue to wetly trace. It licked back and forth, barely grazing
her clit several times, making Lily squirm against it to try to bring it
closer, before hot lips clamped down gently around it and began to suck.
Lily wasn't conscious of making the sounds that were coming incoherently
from her mouth as she nearly wept with the pleasure that she was
receiving from that marvelous mouth. She didn't have to instruct,
"Faster," or "Harder," because the mouth knew just what to do. It was so
easy in comparison, to just lie there and melt. Just when the sucking
became too intense, the mouth would relax and slowly lave gentle
circles, or travel down to poke its tongue inside her.
She kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt two fingers enter her, and
those lips humming as they closed around her clit again, the feel of
both sucking and fucking at the same time. She couldn't restrain her
hips anymore; they strained against hand and mouth, rubbing, forcing the
level of pressure to the limit as she bucked and cried out, driving
herself to a shattering release.
Lily didn't move. She didn't open her eyes. She allowed the afterglow to
course through her. The pleasure. Her lover. Her fiancé. Jason.
Lily opened her eyes. Rosalind was watching her silently, looking
somewhat satisfied with herself. And then she remembered. Jason had
wanted to experiment. To see what else was out there. She grinned in the
knowledge of what she'd found.
"Are you ok?" asked Rosalind.
"Fine. That was amazing," replied Lily. She chuckled. "Just what I
needed."
She stood and began retrieving her clothing. Rosalind just observed,
saying nothing, as Lily donned her bra and blouse, attempting somewhat
futilely to look presentable. Although she still felt the buzz of
alcohol, her mind was relatively clear and she felt very odd about what
had just occurred. It had been simply divine, but it wasn't love. She
looked across at Rosalind and pondered the concept of a relationship
with her. And couldn't. Not necessarily because she was a woman, but
because she knew very little about her save her extraordinary talents.
And somehow, she knew it would be very awkward to try to build a
relationship from sex. The sex would always get in the way.
But Rosalind merely watched her, saying nothing of tomorrow, or
expectations as Lily finished dressing. Maybe she already knew.
Lily decided the less said the better. She approached the other woman
and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," replied the other woman, smiling slightly, saying no
more.
Lily gave a little wave and turned to leave, turning the bolt to unlock
the door and this time closing it softly behind her.
She wandered back towards her apartment in a sort of daze. What had just
happened? Was it real? Could anything that perfect have been real? She
decided it didn't matter whether it was real or not. It wasn't love.
She climbed the steps to her flat and startled at the sight of her
fiancé, sitting against her front door, dozing. She shook him awake,
unable to get past him.
He jumped, startled, as his eyes focused and he apparently remembered
where he was and what he was doing there. He scrambled to his feet.
"Lily! Thank G-d you're back! I am so sorry, love! I don't know what
came over me earlier. After I left, all I could think about was you
never wanting to see me again and how I couldn't bear the thought of
living my life without you."
Lily started to speak but he put a finger over her lips. "Shh. Let me
finish. I'm sorry I was such a fool. I don't need to sow any wild oats.
I don't need to experiment with other women. I just need you. Please
forgive me."
Lily looked up into the eyes of the man she'd agreed to spend her life
with and saw remorse, anguish, and love. He did love her. And she knew
she loved him. Despite the fact that he didn't know her body as if it
were his own, she still wanted to spend her life helping him figure it
out.
"I forgive you."
Jason drew her close and hugged her tight and she returned the embrace,
not angry at all anymore, and in part a little grateful for what his
moment of indecision had allowed her to experience. She was ready to get
married.
- the end -
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