Delilahs Dreams Ch 03

Chapter 3

Laughing hysterically, Penny yells over the bathroom's exhaust fan, "So, Karen was a 'Karen'?"

I yell back from the living room where I'm sitting, "Oh my gosh girl!" Now I'm laughing too. "She seemed nothing like that when we were chatting online. Same with her picture. At the restaurant I was looking right at her and didn't know who it was until she came over and introduced herself. Her hair was different and she looked fifteen years older!"

Penny pokes her head out of the bathroom and rolls her eyes. "Time to update your picture, woman."

"For real!" I groan and stretch my arms over the back of the couch. It feels good to be in my slip and out of that heavy sequin dress. "What an awful time."

Penny returns to the living room in boxers and a T-shirt, grabs the remotes off of the coffee table and plops down beside me. "What movie do you want to watch?"

"I don't know, it's your place." I say with disinterest, then get an idea. "Can we stream a lesbian flick?" I say with a smile and hopeful eyes.

"Sure." Penny searches her streaming services for lesbian romance films.

"Hey! I heard this one was good," I say pointing at the screen to a film called,

Blue Is The Warmest Color.

Penny loads the movie onto her 120 inch television. "The preview says it's saucy. Let's check it out." She shifts her weight from side to side and makes an uncomfortable face. "I hate this, Delilah!"

"Don't use that word. It's not good to hate things."

"What? I can't

hate

having my period?" Penny laughs. "Because I do."

"it's not that. But it's a powerful word and saying it invites negativity into your life. Maybe use dislike." She gives me her resting bitch face. "Detest?" I offer, but there's no change in her expression. "Or what about despise?"

"So, despise? I despise having my period?" Penny thinks a moment and continues in an exaggerated British accent, "I despise riding the bloody crimson wave."

I cringe. "Eww! That's disgusting, Penny! "

"I know!" She empathizes, "Don't you

hate

that?!"

"Eww, yes! I- Hey!"

"Aha! See?" Penny points and playfully smacks me on the shoulder. "You hate it too!"

"No fair!" I fall onto her lap, laughing while hiding my embarrassment behind a couch cushion.

Beneath my head Penny repositions her legs. "Okay." She taps my shoulder and points at the television. "Movie."

Together we watch the opening scene until the first line is spoken. "Subtitles? Oh no!" I whine.

" Yeah. It's French. You didn't know that?"

"No. That's okay. I find the language soothing."

"Do you want me to change it?"

I snuggle up to her. "No; no this is fine. As long as I can keep my head on your lap."

"Of course, Delilah." Penny's thighs shift almost imperceptibly beneath my head. "Do you want some popcorn?"

"I'm not hungry just yet. Maybe later we can do an intermission and have some then?"

"That sounds good." She smiles at me, looks up at the TV and I feel a small shift in her thighs again.

"Your period is really bothering you, isn't it."

"Uh, yeah, it is, I guess."

"I guess?" I prop myself on my elbow and stare at her while she avoids making eye contact. "Is something else bothering you, Penny?"

She pauses the movie. "No." She looks everywhere but at me and speaks again. "No. I'm okay."

"Penny, we've been friends for like, what, nine months? We hang together three or four times a week. I

know

you. What's up?"

She sighs. "Delilah, you know already. We talked about this months ago."

I stare at Penny quizzically, trying to remember the conversation and struggling to do so. "Help me out. Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" There's a sob in her voice. Now she looks at me and speaks quietly. "No, Delilah, the talk we had about you and me."

"Oh. I see." I sit up. "I didn't realize... I mean, I didn't know that was an issue." I struggle for the right words. "Is it something... is it something that bothers you?"

"No, I mean, it's not like it keeps me up at night. Well, maybe that's not 100% true..." Penny's voice trails off along with her stare and her thoughts. A moment later, she looks up and sees the concerned look on my face. "But no! No, no, no, no. It's not a problem." Concern remains, so she continues. "Besides, I remember what you said."

Again I don't remember. "What I said?"

"Yeah," she looks away again, "that you still love her."

"Oh... Yeah." It's my turn to look away. I stare at my feet while I process my feelings. I do still love Julie. I miss her big, brown doe eyes. I crave her touch. I find her face everywhere I go in every woman I see. Eleven years... and I love Penny. I love the time we spend together and all the talks we have. She's a great friend and a great listener and...

It strikes me how despite her confession of attraction, I've done nothing for the last few months but talk about how much I love Julie. Suddenly, I feel like a crappy friend.

When I raise my head, Penny is smiling at me. "It's really not a problem, Delilah. You've been honest with me from the start. You're a good friend. I'm good with that."

After a long moment's silence, I force a return smile. "Yeah. So are you, Penny." The crushing guilt causes my voice to crack. "Should we-" I regain my composure and try again with a smile and a lighter tone. "Shall we resume the movie?"

"Positively!" She answers in that same British accent and giggles. Without accent she says. "But only if you lay your head on my lap again. You were comfortable like that."

I study her eyes for a couple of seconds, looking for a martyr. Her smile broadens and she guides me to her lap. I land softly, swallow my guilt and relax. I quickly grow tired of reading the captions and enjoy the cinematography instead. Soon the film doubles, then blurs and I am lost to sleep...

..."Are you sure? It doesn't seem fair." I'm naked - except for a pink, lace-over-satin g-string - and sitting on Julie's bed watching her undress.

She stops with her pants half off, holding her bra in her hand. "What, Delilah? You don't want to?"

"Of course I want to, but you know how sick I get when I have my period," I pout. "I could never do this for you, especially every day like this. And you're always so creative. I never know what we're going to do or how I'm going to be pleased by you, but you never fail. I feel guilty."

"Well my period makes me horny." She accentuates the words my and me as she strips to just a black, satin thong. "So lie on your back my oh-so-lucky lover."

Lying back I ask half rhetorically, "Am I dumb for feeling this way?"

"Yes." She smiles. "Yes you are."

I smile back. "I'll do something special for you next week." I stretch my legs and reach my hands toward the corner posts of the bed.

"Why?" Julie laughs and pulls sections of seasoned hemp rope and a leather blindfold out of the top drawer of the bureau. "You're doing something special for me right now."

She lays on the bed beside me and drags the rope ends along the curves of my body, between my breasts and across my nipples. I gasp and squirm at the roughness of the rope's fibers. Then up my arms - paying special attention to the inside of my wrists - and the inside of my legs, stopping just short of my mound. I moan softly. Julie leans in close until our noses are a few inches apart. The intensity of her dark brown eyes hold me captive.

"I like how you're laying. Don't move."

Four pieces of rope, eight separate ends; Julie arranges them at their halfway points, wraps them around her wrist a few times and through her open hand, which she closes. The result is a flogger with eight-15 inch long tendrils. She raises her arm and whips my left thigh with moderate force. I wince from the lash, expecting pain; but I don't move.

"Did that hurt?" she asks with a surprised expression while she puts the blindfold on me.

"No," I answer quickly. "I thought it would, but it didn't."

"Good. Roll over, get comfortable and don't make a sound," She commands. "This should feel good. If it doesn't let me know."

I do as I'm told and I'm greeted by a gentle stroke across my ass with Julie's improvised cat-'o-nine tails. I relax into the comforter and she performs a series of soft X strokes across my bottom and back, picking up the intensity with each swing. She's hitting with the full length of the ropes, so the feeling across my backside is more of a thud than a sting.

"It feels good."

She suspends the flogging. "Quiet," I'm gently admonished. "Relax, Babe." She begins again.

Julie increases the power behind her strokes and my body warms to the extra pressure. The precision of both power and aim impress upon me the effort my lover puts into my pleasure. Behind the darkness of the blindfold I drift to warm sunny days in summer dresses, holding my lover's hand while walking barefoot on grass; days of laughter and longing. Where only we share our secret of forbidden love and devotion, only we share the excitement lying beneath our clothes and the knowledge of lovers' touch. Just the two of us...

...I'm brought back to the present by Julie's caress. The flogging has stopped, the blindfold has been removed and she is running her manicured fingertips along my arms, sides and legs. She rolls me over, puts her hands together, points her finger at me like it's a gun and says, "Spread 'em."

Laughing, I extend my hands and feet toward the corners of the bed. Julie ties me spread eagle; tightly, but comfortably. Finished, she asks, "Do you like to watch, Delilah?"

Before I can open my mouth to answer, Julie is standing on the bed, straddling my chest in just her thong. She is facing the headboard and is using a magic wand vibrator on her mound. I am helpless, exposed and I don't want to, but I can't help being incredibly turned on watching her enjoy herself while denying me. Still, I fight it.

"Stop, Julie, please." I'm wet and struggling. She's moaning now. It fills my ears. I fight harder. I get wetter.

Her thighs are flexing. I can tell she's getting close. So am I. This visual stimulation and carnal deprivation has electrified my body, leaving me ready to discharge from a single touch. Julie's moans get louder and louder until they become a siren in the night.

There is a noise accompanied by a flash. I look around. Julie is gone and I hear fireworks outside. Outside? Wait. Those aren't fireworks.

I awake on Penny's lap with a start and a muffled shout. "Where am I?"

"Delilah!" Penny barks, then recovers and pauses the movie. "Oh my gosh, girl, you scared me to death. Are you okay?"

"No." Head low, I look around, not sure where I am. "Gimme a minute."

"Is it your PTSD?" she asks with concern.

"Yeah," I croak, "sorta."

"Then I should speak softly to you, right?" She's worried. I can't answer. My body and mind are desperate to react to a place I've never been to, with people I've never known, fighting a fight I don't understand. After a while, she tries again. "That's what you said to do, right?"

"Yeah." Penny's familiar, soothing voice and gentle demeanor help me stay in the present.

Still, I want to scream. Overwhelmed, I roll toward her until my face is buried in her stomach and cry. Slowly, she rests her hands on my head and back and rocks me.

"It's Penny and you're gonna be okay, Delilah," she whispers. "You're in a safe place with a safe person. Nothing bad will happen to you here. You are loved and wanted..."

***

"You're staying, Delilah."

"But, Penny..." I can see it in the look I'm getting. Arguing is senseless. She's worried and it would be cruel to leave now. "Okay. I'll stay."

A smile of relief floods her expression. "Let me change the sheets."

"Don't do that for me. I'm going to sleep on the couch."

Penny heaves a heavy sigh and shoots me a look of pure attitude. "Delilah Foxdóttir, the whole point of having you stay over is for us to be close in case you need me."

"But you have to work in the morning. What if I have a rough night and keep you up?"

"Will you

stop

arguing?!" She's flustered. "I'm right and you know it. Now get ready for bed while I change the sheets."

So I stop arguing, put up my hair, shower, lotion and brush my teeth. For the sleepover, Penny loans me a beautiful pair of pink, silk tap panties and a cut off hello kitty T-shirt. She is wearing a new pair of plaid boxers and a silk, navel length camisole.

"Um..."

"What, Delilah?" she asks innocently, unable to hide a smile.

I look in her cheval mirror. "I feel like something off of the Playboy channel."

"At least you can pull it off." Now she's not hiding her smile.

I give her a dubious glare.

"Look, I'm not hitting on you, and you're really cute in that." She climbs into her king size bed.

"You and your smile. Okay, okay, Penny." I join her.

"Wake me if you need me." We kiss each other on the cheek and Penny turns out the light. "I made sure the bathroom light will keep the bedroom softly lit in case you wake up hard. Is that bright enough?"

"Yes. Thank you." I hug her and roll toward the edge of the bed...

I'm sweating. It's hot. My knuckles are sore. How much longer do I have to do this? Apartment Eight thirteen. I knock hard and fast. Eight thirteen... Isn't that?

The door opens to Penny's apartment. She's barefoot and wearing boxers and a silk top. "Come in, Delilah."

I step inside. "I was, um... I was looking for Julie."

"I know." Penny flashes a knowing smile. "Follow me."

She turns and walks in the direction of her bedroom, forcing me to follow behind. I can't help but notice her shorts are a little small, forcing their way into her crack and revealing the very bottom of each cheek. She stops just inside the doorway, allowing me to enter. Grudgingly, I walk past her and into the room.

"I've been expecting you."

"Julie!!" She's standing on the far side of the room by two large windows. I look behind me, but Penny is gone. Suddenly, Julie is close and kissing my neck. She's holding me tightly by my wrists and I feel a tingle below. My mound grows wet and I realize I am tied on my back, spread eagle to Penny's king size bed. The windows at the head of the bed are twelve feet high, wide open and allow a beautiful breeze; and anyone in the buildings across the street to clearly see me in my predicament.

Julie, who always had an alluring way of smoking, is dressed in a black lace basque, stockings and heels and is standing by the head of the bed, seductively hitting a joint. She blows the smoke out of a window, then passes it to Penny, who I just now realize is sitting on the bed by my head. Embarrassed for Penny to see me in such a vulnerable position, I struggle to break free.

Penny looks down at me and smiles. "Relax, Delilah. Here." Her nipples are hard and straining against the silk of her camisole.

She takes a hit and watches as I continue to fight, then shares it. Her lips cover mine, she fills my lungs and forces me to relax while simultaneously holding my head down. After half a minute, she releases me and I exhale. Still embarrassed, I struggle.

Then Julie is between my legs, licking and kissing my mound. My body is floating from the marijuana and Julie's tongue is hastening the beat of my desire. She circles my clit while doing the same with her fingertip to my opening. The tease is exquisite and I am moaning.

I look up and see Penny's smile. "I thought it was fun watching you try to escape, but you are super sexy when you coo, my turtle dove," she whispers in my ear; her hot breath tickles my neck.

Sensations overtake me and I feel an orgasm mounting. "No, please. Please let me go, please," I whisper to Julie, keenly aware I am being watched by others.

"Please Babe, let me go. I don't want everyone to see me like this." Penny takes my hand and smiles that patient smile. Through the open windows I see people watching from buildings across the way. Some are masturbating. All are engaged in some form of sex. Penny takes an extra deep hit and slowly exhales.

"Let me go!" I yell and pull with all my might.

I crest as Julie smiles and says, "Delilah, don't you know? You are always free to go."

I awake, shaking from a powerful orgasm, hands between my legs and Julie's words echoing in my head. Behind me Penny groans softly and asks in a sleepy voice, "Are you okay, Delilah?" She touches my shoulder. I take her hand, press it to my cheek and close my eyes as my orgasm recedes.