Smokey Saga #59:
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Housekeeping!
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Here's an intriguing little yarn I originally spun in 2007. For whichever reason or another, I've been going through earlier things of mine lately—I guess because I like these stories (though having written them myself, I'm a bit biased), and being able to make the characters lesbians and have them girl-play together is quite a privilege. This one's been updated and changed a little more—for example, these characters originally had different names—the names have been changed to protect the horny—and I'm going to set it in the (relative) present. Hope you like it, of course, and as always, feedback is highly welcomed, valued and appreciated.
Side note: I didn't mention this in my last submission, but as of December '15, my amount of story views total has reached its first million. Thanks so much, Dear and Beloved Readers, to everyone who helped make it happen!!
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Such A Lovely Place, Such A Lovely Face
Friday, December 4th, 2015, 11:18 a.m.
Ding!
"Front!"
Yet one more festive weekend was underway at the swanky Meridian Inn and Suites at the corner of 37th and Bradwood Street. It was one of the most renowned hotels the city of Juniper had to offer; a top-of-the-line five-star with plenty of amenities to occupy. Holiday vacationers checked in to have their bags toted up to their respective rooms. Guests relaxed, took a dip in the heated indoor pool, tried their luck in the casino, worked out in the gym or treated themselves to a hearty continental breakfast. Romantic couples settled down in eager hopes of peaceful, worry-free lovemaking, signaling on the outside of the door for "Privacy, Please." And five sixths of the staff were all smiles, through the smooth patches and the rough. Even in the stressful moments, it was difficult not to enjoy the privilege of calling such a fan
tabulous
resort home. Not impossible, but difficult.
The remaining sixth of Meridian employees who were not so very crazy about their jobs were those on maintenance duty. Both the domestic and imported maids were less than enchanted with their positions. Though they too understood the significance of their posh, schmancy establishment, this failed to make their jobs a great deal more enjoyable. Still, individual feelings on their work formed a fairly broad spectrum. Some of them absolutely hated the occupation, some were merely disconcerted.
One
particular Meridian Inn maid, however, despite her profession, was the happiest young lass in Minnesota.
Lilly Amshire hummed cheerily as she finished another vacant room and moved on to the next. She was today assigned the ninth floor of the twelve-story inn. Her workload fluctuated, depending on how many guests were in or out, and she often had to go back and straighten up empty rooms which were earlier occupied. But she never complained. She never squawked over the repetitive monotony, get to her though it could. She was happy just to have a steady full-time job, and extra happy for the stable residence—working at home, as it were. For a small chunk out of her paycheck, she and the other hotel staff lived essentially rent-free. And like any other laborers, when her shifts ended, she could do whatever her sweet big heart desired.
But the greatest cause of her joy—as well as the greatest desire Lilly's big old heart fostered—was her girlfriend, Julie. Lilly'd met Julie Hancock in May, and the two began semi-seriously dating by the start of June. One month later, they were veritably going steady. If Julie'd had a school pin or jacket, Lilly would have been wearing it by July. The Hancocks had named her Julie because she was born right in the midst of moon seven, America's month of Independence. Bright, intelligent, funny, attractive, sassy, Jules was just about everything on Lilly's mating checklist, rolled up into one delightful, delicious package...well, almost. Julie's demeanor and persona could be a bit sweeter for Lil's personal taste, but no matter; her perks more than made up for the occasional tartness.
By now in Lilly's life, six months ago had seemed like such a long time. She didn't know if she'd been just so moody or sour as her fellow maids back then, but once Jules came along, it was a tall order being sour or moody about anything. Julie really was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. And if the most Lilly had to tolerate in her relationship was an occasional nip of bitter moxie after a tough day, well, it was a small price. Lil really would do anything for her.
The other maids could not wait for their shifts to end just to escape the mundane
boredom
surrounding them day to day. Lilly could not wait for hers to end just to collect Julie Hancock in her arms and be taken out for another night of bliss. While on the clock, she turned in a full and thorough job, and kept her mind off the brain-numbing routine by thinking about Julie: favorite dates they'd been on thus far, ideas for future outings, love songs she compiled as a soundtrack of their time together. Her adoration and devotion for Julie was immeasurable, and around the second week in October, at last reached a pinnacle.
Julie worked as a pourer at the Port Canyon Winery and Vineyards, and knew everything there was to know for an oenophile. When they got together, she turned Lilly on to it. A virgin to the wine world, Lil didn't have a very sharp palate, and couldn't really distinguish between the varietals. They all seemed to taste the same to her. But Julie told her that was okay, and Lil just wanted to be able to share in her sweetheart's interests and passions. Moreover, she wanted to
be
her sweetheart's foremost interest and passion.
On October 10th, she got her wish. It was a brisk, breezy Saturday night, and Jules took her back to her place for some wine-tinted kisses. She poured them each a glass of fun, flirty Merlot, which just went on flowing. Just because Lilly knew little about wine didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it. And just because each tasted identical to her didn't mean they didn't taste
good
. Lilly didn't know about this at first, because at a younger age, alcohol had an adverse effect on her that resulted in kneeling before her porcelain throne. But she hadn't been sipping wine at that time, and she hadn't been in love, either. If there was any tummy trouble here tonight as a result of Julie's sloshing her, it went unnoticed. This goofy juice went the opposite direction: straight to Lil's head. It made her dizzy and giggly. Julie threw on some soft sexophone tunes to help things along, and before either of them knew it, all systems were
go
.
As intoxicating as was the selection Jules poured, it proved
nothing
to Julie's plush lips, smooth pearly teeth and satiny tongue. Lilly couldn't locate her defenses with a map and a pickax to begin with, and on top of which, Julie's devastating seduction turned her entire world upside-down. The tipsy Lilly went straight to blind drunk with the supplement of romance, and commenced to professing her undying love. Holding on to Julie's hand, she somehow made it around to the bed where her hostess took her.
After this night, the girls' relationship would never be the same again.
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Gratuitous Sex Flashback: Wine Her, Dine Her
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Saturday, October 10th, 2015, 9:44 p.m.
"Wha're we doi'mph..." garbled Lilly, trying to stop her inebriated mind from vertigoing insane.
"We're fucking like bunnies, silly boobs." Julie was of course far more skilled at handling her liquor, and found Drunk Lilly utterly adorable. So adorable, in fact, she couldn't resist teasing her, in every which way. Once Lil inevitably staggered and stumbled onto the bed, lost any semblance of balance she'd had left and tumbled in the mattress, Julie hopped in and straddled her.
Lil's mind went silly. She reached up and clumsily tickled Julie's underarms. "Goochie-goochie-goo..." she slurred.
"AAAAAAAAHHH!!" Julie screamed, nearly falling on top of her.
"Baby...please don't
ever
tickle me again...or I'm going to have to kill you."
"Aw, I'm sawwy..." Lil cooed. "You hate t'bein' tickle..."
"I do. It's the worst thing in the world. I mean it, baby.
Never, again
