When Lisa got downstairs she was surprised to discover that Cecilia was the visitor waiting for her in her enormous, opulent living room.
'Cecilia?' Lisa said, glancing sideways as though expecting to find someone else. 'What ... what's wrong?'
'Your maid let me in. I hope you don't mind,' Cecilia said. Her clammy brow furrowed and her feet twisted on the ground, almost pointing at one another.
A slender brunette, Cecilia had on a loose blouse, a T-skirt and black heels, a much formal dress style to Lisa's white shirt, black pleated skirt and sandals.
The yearning for a willowy figure like Cecilia's had died a long time ago. These past weeks, Lisa had come to appreciate her rounder hips and fuller breasts. Ironically, she had Cecilia to thank for that.
'Um ... no, I don't. Want anything to drink?' Lisa offered, running a hand through the side of her dark hair.
'There's no time for that, Lisa, honey. Is your husband home?' Cecilia said, staring around.
'No, he won't be back for another thirty minutes. It's just me and Clara, the maid.'
'Good. I need your help.'
'Really,' Lisa said, folding her arms, looking on edge. 'Money?'
'Don't be silly, dear,' Cecilia snapped, discomfort sweeping across her face. Her thighs pressed together in a way that was obvious to any onlooker, like she really needed to pee. 'I don't
need
your money. I have my own money. You know what this is about, so can we abandon the twenty questions?'
Of course Lisa knew. She had known from the very second she saw Cecilia in her home.
Cecilia Griffin and Lisa Roberts had grown pretty close since their intimate gathering at Diane George's basement a month ago, and all for the wrong reasons. To be fair, it wasn't Cecilia's fault she was trapped in this dilemma. And since no one apart from Lisa could understand what Cecilia was going through, Lisa had volunteered to help. Maybe she shouldn't have. It was getting a bit too much now. What was it, three times this week? Today would be the fourth.
'Upstairs,' Lisa said, backing Cecilia and leading the way up the spiral staircase.
'Don't you think you should send your maid home?' Cecilia suggested, practically running after Lisa into the master bedroom.
'No need. She's got to stock up some items in the kitchen, so she said she'd be going to --
oh
!' Lisa yelped in shock as she plummeted to the bed without warning. She rolled on her back and scowled at Cecilia.
Cecilia didn't seem apologetic about the push. She jumped on the bed and began raining kisses on Lisa's face.
'Cecilia,' Lisa said in hoarse voice, 'we can't keep doing this. We can't --'
Cecilia's hungry lips covered Lisa's. Her tongue flitted around Lisa's mouth, coaxing Lisa's tongue to join in the rough play. When they broke apart, Lisa was breathing hard.
'Don't you think I know that?' Cecilia said, shaky hands ripping open Lisa's shirt. Buttons popped and Lisa gasped. 'I can't help it. I can't control it. It just keeps coming.'
'Zach and I have plans to go to the beach today,' Lisa muttered. She didn't stop Cecilia from bathing her shoulders, chest and stomach with fiery kisses.
Cecilia's expert hands sneaked under Lisa and unhooked her bra. She threw the accessory away, as if it was an offending thing, and gathered Lisa's breasts into her hands, squeezing.
Lisa purred. Cecilia ran her tongue around Lisa's right nipple before nibbling the stiff bud. Lisa pushed her breasts up, moaning her approval, urging Cecilia, wanting Cecilia. And she hated herself for that. No matter how many times she used the excuse that she was helping a friend, she knew deep down that she was doing it more out of the strange, addictive fulfilment she would get in the end.
Manuel, it appeared, had screwed them up real bad.
Cecilia sat up, tugged her blouse over her head, unclipped her bra, and went back to consuming Lisa's nipples. Both women moaned and wriggled. Then Cecilia dragged her head under Lisa's skirt, pulled Lisa's panties aside, and wheedled Lisa's clit out of its hood with her tongue and a thumb.
'Oooh, Cecilia!' Lisa held Cecilia's head and lifted her crotch, grinding her pussy on Cecilia's mouth.
Cecilia inhaled the musky scent and lapped the nectar seeping out of Lisa like her life depended on it. Minutes later, Cecilia extracted her head from between Lisa's thighs and bunched her T-skirt around her waist. Her fingers began ploughing her pussy and her face crushed with immense pleasure.
'I can feel it coming out!' Cecilia announced, digging faster. 'Oooh
yes
!' A cock suddenly tore its way out of her pussy, thick and rock hard, glinting with her juice.
Lisa stared at the alien thing in mild disgust. She couldn't understand why she had agreed to this, or why she enjoyed their sessions. What was wrong with her?
Holding her cock, Cecilia rubbed its massive head against Lisa's pussy lips. Lisa groaned and squirmed, her hips bucking with anticipation. Cecilia trailed the head down to Lisa's asshole.
Lisa's eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered close.
Oh,
how I wish.
She opened her eyes and rebuffed: 'No, not there.'
'Lisa!' Cecilia's eyes were pleading. 'Come on, just this once. You've never let me, but you allowed Marlene last week.'
'I told you, I have plans with my husband.'
'You're not the only one who had to cancel their plans, you know.'
'It'll hurt and I won't be able to walk properly. Zach will suspect. Already he's been asking questions!'
'Oh, alright,' Cecilia grumbled, spreading Lisa's thighs further and lowering herself. 'I'll just have to settle for second best.' She pushed forward and her cock slowly plunged into Lisa.
A guttural sound rose from Lisa's throat and Lisa clutched Cecilia's shoulders. Good thing it wasn't as difficult or painful as their first time. Her pussy had had about a month's practice to grow accustomed to Cecilia's size.
'Second best's still pretty good, huh,' Lisa said, attempting to smile at her quip, but all her lips did was form a grimace. It was the passion coursing through her veins: it clouded her mind, watered her eyes, made her thighs quake, and pretty much rendered her useless.
'Uh-hmm,' Cecilia murmured. Concentration and thrill warped her face as her hips travelled up and down.
'But we've gotta stop this.' Lisa raised her legs, anchored Cecilia's vibrating ass, and bucked her hips to meet Cecilia's progressively swift tempo.
'Yes, we do!' Cecilia purred her reply.
'We really should!'
'Yes!'
'We can't get caught!'
'Oh yes!'
'Yeah!'
'Ugh!'
'Oh, god, just fuck me!'
Profuse white cream from Lisa's pussy stained the springing mattress, and a pleasure like no other swallowed the humping pair.
***********************
Marlene Brown would surely run mad if she didn't do something about her "itching". She got up from her mahogany desk and perambulated her office like a caged lion seeking that elusive freedom. She had rung Cecilia, Lisa and even Diane, but all of them were apparently too busy to answer their phones. What were they doing? Where were they when she desperately needed them? Marlene massaged her aching forehead. She felt like she would explode if she didn't --
'Mrs Brown?' a muffled voice came from behind her office door.
'Come in,' Marlene said, irritation clawing from the pit of her stomach to harden her voice and darken her eyes.
The door opened and a girl with a heart-shaped face and wavy blonde locks sauntered in. She shut the door behind her and marched to Marlene, holding out a stack of files and staring at them instead of addressing her boss. Marlene realised the girl was terrified of her.
The girl was garbed in a short-sleeved shirt, a V-necked sweater on top of that, and a knee-length pleated skirt. She wasn't model material, not a size six or below. Marlene deduced that the girl was roughly a size eight or ten. She had slightly wide hips and a generous ass.
Marlene absent-mindedly ran her hands down her sides, a chill traversing her spine.
Oh, I think she'll do just fine.
'The files you asked for, Mrs Brown,' the girl said in a barely audible voice. Marlene detected a tremor in it.
'I forgot your name,' Marlene said, snatching the files and dumping them on her desk.
'Oh, um ... Kate,' the blonde said.
'Kate. That's a wonderful name,' Marlene said. Kate's eyes met Marlene's for the first time. Disbelief clouded them.
'I'm sorry, did I offend you?' Marlene asked, frowning.
'No, no! Not at all!'
'Then ... what's the problem?'
Kate curled a loose strand of hair around her finger, and Marlene had to repress a stern look from blooming on her face. She hated when girls did that, but she had to play her cards right and refrain from saying anything that could hurt Kate's feelings, or she would be stuck in her unpleasant "situation" for a long time.
That
, she could not afford.
'It's just ... well ... two weeks ago you called me
fat
,' Kate said, staring at her feet.
'I did?' Marlene feigned surprise. Of course the girl was fat, that is, as far as Marlene was concerned. To most people she was quite ordinary.
However, fat or not, Marlene didn't care these days. Kate was perfect. Godsend.
'You said I have a fat ass,' Kate said, her injured look intensifying.
'I'm sorry.' Marlene softened her voice. 'I have no doubt you'd look fabulous in my dress.' She indicated at the black lace-backed tunic dress she was wearing. The dress hugged her lean frame like a second skin.
'You think so?' Kate said, eyes glinting, excitement taking shape.
'Why not? I'm sorry I called you fat. Drink?' Marlene didn't wait for an answer. She poured them each a glass of Scotch.
Handing Kate a glass, Marlene asked, 'Do you have a boyfriend?'
