You may find it helpful to read Chapter One of this series for background on the characters.
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"What time does she tee off?"
"Eight fifty-two."
Janice looked at her watch. "She'll never have time to practice."
"She's playing Beth Samuels. All the practice in the world isn't going to help her."
Janice and Mary kept one eye on the clubhouse door as they finished their breakfasts. The Tuesday ladies league at the golf club wasn't all that big to begin with, so absent players was a big deal.
Five minutes later the petite woman they were waiting for entered the dining room looking more than a little disheveled. Lisa spotted her two friends and took the empty chair they had saved for her.
"God, Lisa. It's not like you to miss breakfast," Janice said.
"I couldn't get out of the house," Lisa said, looking over their food.
"Want some?" Mary offered.
Lisa looked at the fruit plate and waved it off. "Nah, I'll get something right before we tee off."
"So, what kept you? James?" Janice asked in the most mocking tone she could muster.
Lisa was a lousy liar and everybody knew it. Janice and Mary loved to tease her because Lisa was incapable of telling a fib to get out of a situation.
"He KNEW I needed to get going," Lisa said fidgeting with a fork.
"So it wasn't that you couldn't get out of the house," Mary added. "You couldn't get out of BED."
Janice chuckled and Lisa glared at her. "She doesn't need practice," Janice said dryly. "She's plenty loose already."
Janice and Mary laughed, getting only the slightest hint of a smile from Lisa.
"Stop it," Lisa pleaded. "I don't get it often enough to laugh about it when I do."
"Was it good?" Mary asked, using a piece of melon to simulate a cock.
"If you're implying there was anything oral going on you are sadly mistaken," Lisa said.
"That's too bad," Janice said.
"He's not the most imaginative man in bed," Lisa conceded. She hoped the conversation was almost over. She knew she'd pay a price for being late, but didn't want it to turn into a counseling session.
Janice and Mary looked at each other as though the same light bulb had gone off in their heads simultaneously. Mary winked at Janice.
"How about we go hit the putting green?" Mary said.
"Good idea," Lisa said, glad to end the conversation. "I'll meet you over there."
Janice and Mary walked together to the practice area while Lisa went to get her clubs. "I know what you're thinking," Janice said.
"What am I thinking?"
"You want to invite her over."
"How'd you know what I was thinking?" Mary said.
"I know you. That was ME sitting there a couple weeks ago," Janice said.
"Hey, I didn't think about having sex with you until we were alone."
Janice looked at her cute friend. "I'm not sure I believe that. But I do appreciate it. Right now I'm saying you're thinking about having Lisa over and doing the same thing."
"Want to join me?"
"Of course I do," Janice said.
Mary laughed. She saw Lisa approaching from the opposite side of the putting green. "We'll talk about it after the round."
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Janice and Mary introduced themselves to lesbian sex on a hot day in Mary's house. Mary had initiated it, but neither had necessarily planned for it to happen. It seemed natural at the time and was truly magnificent once they got into it. Now they were both hooked and considered it a pleasant change from the mundane sex they had with their husbands.
Mary was an attractive interior designer married to a corporate executive. She set her own hours and chose her own friends when her husband wasn't dragging her to social events. She had a perfect face and body, spending much time and money to keep both in top condition. As Janice had found out, Mary's figure wasn't Playboy material, but served the purpose very well when it came to sex.
Janice was a mother of two who loved her family and kept herself in shape. Bored with the same old bedroom scene two or three nights a week, she was quick to take up Mary's offer to experiment. In fact, she considered it the best thing she had ever done up to this point. It gave her a whole new reason to live and love.
Now they sensed the same boredom in thirty five year old Lisa that they themselves had experienced. Their mission was to 'save' her. But it wouldn't be easy. Lisa was very shy by nature and, to her friends' knowledge, not a risk taker. It would take a concerted effort on their parts to make this happen without costing them a friend.
"Well, it worked when you invited me to your place," Janice said when she and Mary were alone in the locker room after their rounds were over.
Mary sat next to Janice on the wooden bench. "I suppose. She's never been over. It would be easy enough to get her there. Then what?"
"We double-team her," Janice said nonchalantly. "How can she resist both of us?"
"Speak for yourself," Mary said. "This is a woman who I can assure you has never been with another woman."
"And how many had you been with before me?"
"None."
"I say we do it. We'll know what to do and when to do it when the time comes," Janice said.
Mary pulled on her clean shirt. "I'm excited. How about you?"
"Yep. This'll be fun."
Over lunch, Lisa cheerfully accepted Mary's invitation to join her and Janice for margaritas the following Friday evening. Mary made sure to pick a day her husband would be out of town on travel. Janice could always get away...for Mary.
They agreed on a time and Lisa got directions. The easy part was taken care of.
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The evening before the 'party' at Mary's, Lisa was in her family room picking up the normal stuff that accumulates on the floor and on tables over time. She kept a watchful eye on the kitchen. If her husband came, it would be through the kitchen with another beer in his hand. He'd been drinking since he got home from work and that was never a good sign.
She purposely looked around the family room for any loose objects other than pillows and magazines. She had learned not to provide him with weapons. The extra shoes she found were thrown into the laundry room behind a closed door.
Just then, James' steps could be heard not from the kitchen, but from the hallway behind Lisa. She barely had time to turn and lean on the couch before he was there.
"Hey. Anything on TV you want to watch?" Lisa asked with a tense smile.
He wore a pair of shorts and no shirt. Lisa would have been impressed if the body belonged to any man besides him. Very little about him excited her any more. Especially when he reeked of beer.
"Nope. What I want isn't on TV."
Lisa felt that awful, sickening feeling in her stomach she had come to know the past year. She didn't know what had changed, or who was at fault. She knew the alcohol made it worse, but something inside him had changed. He was never romantic in their first six years of marriage and now he was borderline sadistic.
Nobody outside the home knew about it, not even her family. Lisa hoped she could talk him into understanding he had a drinking problem, or something. But he wouldn't listen. To the contrary, he took it out on her.
Lisa knew better than to ask him what he wanted. Instead, she tried another approach. "Can I get you something to eat?"
She took one step towards the kitchen. His long, muscular arm reached out like a post to stop her. He had it across her stomach and around her waist before she could backpedal fast enough.
"I'll take one of these."
He yanked her towards him with ease. She was facing him, their bodies touching.
"No, James. Not now." Lisa turned her face away, knowing better than to hit him.
He put his hand on her chin and pulled her head around until he could kiss her. After a short, rough kiss, he said to her, "Yes, now. Right here."
His hand was inside her shirt, clutching at her bra.
"No. Please."
"Don't argue with me or I'll smack you."
"I'm not..."
His other hand flew through the air and struck her with enough force to throw Lisa against the back of the couch. Still, he was gripping her breast and tugging at the bra.
"Owwwww," she screamed.
"I said don't argue with me. Why do you always fight me? Do you want me to get rougher with you? Is that what you like?"
"No. No!"
He had her bra pushed up over her breasts. He yanked up her shirt and leaned against her lower body while beginning to suck on her exposed tits. It hurt her back to be bent over the couch and she could feel his hard cock between her legs. Long ago her body quit responding when he bit her nipples. But he'd never know, or care.
When he began to fumble with the button of her shorts, she made a concerted effort to escape.
"Oh no you don't. This is the part you like the best," James said.
He managed to get them open and the zipper pulled down. She learned a long time ago not to wear a belt. It could be used against her. So now he only had to tug on the shorts to get them down, followed by a violent jerk of her panties to reveal her pussy and ass.
"Please. Please! No!"