2: Dinner Time
Mid-morning Monday, the doorbell sounded, it's dulcet tones quietly ringing through the house. As Lillian moved to answer, she opened it to find Sharon, cheeks tear-streaked, clad in a rumpled t-shirt two sizes too large for her, blue jeans with fashionable rips in them, and worn white tennis shoes. In her left hand was a black gym bag, a pillow tucked between her body and arm; in her right was blue school backpack overflowing with clothes. The girl looked miserable, sniffling, holding back tears as she tried to put on a brave face.
Lillian blinked with some surprise at the apparition on her doorstep. She herself was just wearing her typical lounging-clothes... a dress that was practically a nightie, silky and sheer, and a light gown over the top. "Sharon? Are you okay?"
Sharon's face showed warring emotions. She had sworn to herself that she wouldn't cry. She wailed, "Daddy threw me oooooouuuttt!" The waterworks engaged full-force.
Lillian sighed, stepping aside to let Sharon in, patting her gently on the back as she passed. "Now why would he go and do a thing like that? Come on in, I've just made some cookies."
Sharon sullenly skulked inside, tears flowing down her face. "Saturday... when I screamed in the backyard...Mr. Vernon, that man who lives behind you? He looked over the fence and saw...." Sharon let out another wail of despair.
"Ah. I see. Well that's unfortunate." Lillian led the way through to the kitchen, the warm smell of fresh baking filling the air. She picked up a plate and filled it with the hot cookies, then took Sharon by the hand and led her to the couch. "Here. Sit. Relax. You're safe here."
"Oh, Ms Lillian...I don't know where else to go. I called all my friends from school, but their parents won't let me stay with them. She angrily snatched a cookie, biting it viciously.
"... and I'm missing school..." She hung her head. "I'm just a bad person."
"Well, you can stay here, of course. I don't think your parents will be too happy with the idea, but I'm sure we will be able to resolve it in time. Meanwhile... finish your cookies, then I suggest a shower. Nothing like warm water to make you feel better."
Suddenly not feeling hungry, she stood, picking up her things, and then dropping them to hug Lillian tightly. "Thank you, Ms Lillian. I'll do chores and cook for you. I'll try not to be a bother."
"Don't be silly. All you have to do is schoolwork and keep me entertained." Lillian grinned and hugged the girl close. "Now go upstairs and shower. When you're done, you can let your parents know that you're safe... I'm sure they're still worried, no matter what they might have said... and then we can have a nice day together. Now go on." She patted the girl on the bottom to send her on her way.
Lillian's voice had an immediate calming effect on the girl; her tension seemed to melt away as she hugged her, hearing the words. Again, she picked up her things and headed for the stairs.
She stopped at the foot, gazing upwards. "Ummmm. You didn't show me where the bathroom is." She giggled for the time in what seemed to her to be ages.
Lillian chuckled and turned to head up the stairs. "This way." She led the way to the en-suite bathroom, and then leaned against the doorway to watch the girl. "So, what exactly did your father say?"
Sharon turned her back to Lillian, still a bit shy despite what happened a few days ago. As she undressed, she said, "Mr. Vernon called him while they were on their way home. Mr. Vernon and Daddy carpool to work. I was asleep when they got home. I woke up when Daddy threw my door open and started calling me a slut and a whore and... some word that starts with an 'L.' He said it so fast and I wasn't fully awake, so I didn't get it."
"Ah. 'Lesbian,' I assume. Well, I suppose that's to be expected, at first at least." She watched the girl undress openly, clearly enjoying the view. "That's how people react to change. It's quite normal."
Sharon bent at the waist, pulling down her panties, kicking them into the pile of clothes and moving to bathtub, her profile showing her pert breasts, silken skin, and well-rounded ass. She leaned over to turn on the water, adjusted the temperature, and stepped in, pulling the curtain. "What's a lesbian?" She asked from behind the curtain.
Lillian bit her lip, restraining herself with an effort. "A girl that likes girls. We'll talk when you get out." To remove temptation, she turned away from the doorway and headed back down to pick up the cookies and some (non-alcoholic this time) mint drinks, then carried them up to the bedroom, setting them on the bedside table.
Several minutes later, the young girl emerged with a towel around her body, hair wrapped in another. She eyed the drinks and grinned. "Are you trying to get me tipsy again, Ms Lillian? "
The grin on her face belied her mock stern voice.
Lillian laughed, leaning back on the bed as she smiled back at the girl. "Why, do I need to?" she asked with mock coyness, then patted the bed beside her. "Come. Sit. Talk. We should decide what you want to do from here."
Sharon moved toward the bed, the towel falling away as she walked to reveal her sleek, nude figure. She pulled the towel from her hair, letting it drop, as she slid belly-down onto the bed. "I've decided that I want to be your girlfriend...if you'll have me..."
Lillian smiled in appreciation as the girl's body was revealed again. "That's a big step, a big word." She reached out to slide her hand down the girl's back, resting it on her bottom, just holding it there. "And I would love the same. Still, it's a big change in your life... a lesbian, an older lover, living with me. What will your friends think?"
She lay a hand on Lillian's knee, walking her fingers up to her tummy. "They'll be SOOOO jealous. Especially Megan. She thinks she can get ANYONE. But...I don't want you to think that's the only reason. I really like you, Ms Lillian. When you moved in here, I watched you out of my window, wondering if you were nice. I've always felt a little...something.... just watching you." Sharon reddened, looking away and withdrawing her hand.
Lillian smiled and shifted closer on the bed, her body almost touching Sharon. The hand on the girl's bottom gently fondled the soft curve, caressing as she leaned her face in closer. "I hope you're right. Just as long as you know that I'm here for whatever you need."
