Claire picked Olivia up in a beautiful black BMW convertible that clearly didn't belong to her, but she looked very comfortable in it, singing along with the music that was blasting from the stereo. Olivia felt like a star being called for in such a vehicle, and sashayed down the front steps with a swing in her step. But she was glad her parents weren't home; they would have asked questions that Olivia didn't want to answer.
Really, though, the decadent lesbian life that she had been leading was probably so far beyond her folks' comprehension that they would never suspect what she was really up to. Sometimes she hardly believed it herself. Many people in their town would have called it sinful, but it agreed with her; she was in the best shape of her life, she slept like a baby every night, and her grades had even gone up. Apparently a steady diet of pussy was good for her physical and mental health.
And here she was in a magnificent automobile with a gorgeous redhead on a glorious autumn day. It was sunny but crisp, and by the time Claire got them out onto the highway -- where she seemed oblivious to any concept of speed limits -- Olivia was getting pretty cold. But she wasn't going to complain; instead she focused on the sensation of freedom conjured by the wind rushing through her hair, and the possibilities awaiting in the day ahead.
They drove west of town into the countryside, and about 20 minutes later turned into a tree-lined driveway and pulled up beside a palatial estate. Claire took Olivia by the hand and led her past the main house to the swimming pool, where a photographer was setting up equipment.
