For those who like their lesbian sex uncut, a warning: This story is a lesbian romance, and in addition to lesbian sex this chapter features sex between a man and a woman - the emotional story being told throughout, however, is the love story between two women. Because I've seen complaints in the comments of other authors' stories over miscategorization, I thought I'd try and head off any unhappiness.
Once again I'd like to thank ButteredCrumpet, for helping me along. I had discarded a chapter of this story as unworkable, but we collaborated on finishing it together. It turned out so well I integrated it back into the story as the second act of this chapter. (If you don't like how it turned out, it's entirely my fault.)
This series is a companion to my story Truth & Admiration.
My intent is not to offend, but this is a d/s lesbian romance with strong themes of nonconsent and reluctance. If any of that's not your cup of tea, I understand and hope you will find another story to enjoy.
As always I hope you will enjoy the story, and that if you do you will leave a comment.
XOSNS
The Squall
Leethie was almost asleep when she heard Thom come in after his sauna. Miranda and she had both crashed almost as soon as they'd come back from theirs.
She opened her eyes as he entered the sewing room and dropped his towel. She could see his erection standing straight out from his body, rigid and long. She knew he could see her clearly, and knew what he wanted. She sat up. She was topless but made no move to cover herself. Rolling off the mat and onto the floor, she knelt in front of him, knees spread. Stepping forward, he didn't take hold of her hair, but instead just pressed his cock to her lips.
Leethie looked up at him and obediently began to wet the fat head of his cock with her tongue. Holding his shaft loosely in her hand she stroked him lightly as she made wet pillows of her lips and rolled the wet smooth skin of his glans in and out of her mouth. She felt him shiver.
'Anticipation?' She wondered. 'Guilt... dread?"
She took him into her mouth, looking into his eyes. They glittered with excitement. He was looking at her breasts, but his attention shifted to her face, to her mouth. Leethie had never allowed a man cum in her mouth, let alone swallowed, but she was thinking what a relief it would be to swallow Thom's load; to be done with him. She sucked harder and deeper, he let her. His shaft and her hand were wet with her spit now, and she gripped him tighter, stroking him faster as she sucked. She looked up from her work to see he was staring back at her, his gaze was hard but not unkind, his breathing sharp and jagged.
She felt him jerk and he didn't pull away. She felt real excitement at the idea of making him cum; felt herself growing warm, her heart beginning to race as she focused on his pleasure, trying to imagine what her tongue and lips were doing to him.
Thom took a deep breath and his whole body stiffened, but instead of cumming he pushed her slowly away; almost gently. Leethie stifled a groan, but stayed on her knees, looking up at him, lips parted, tip of her tongue between her teeth. Her mouth and chin were wet. She thought of Miranda's mouth, shining and wet; tried to make hers as enticing. She cupped her breast in her right hand. Her palm was covered in thick saliva and slid wetly over her skin. She imagined a long rope of cum shooting onto her breasts and neck. But Thom was still. He seemed to gather himself for a moment.
"Good girl, Leethie," he murmured as he turned, picking up his towel and drying his erection with it as he left her room. The expression on his face as he'd turned away had been strange, he'd looked sad or maybe disappointed.
Leethie's left hand was gripping her crotch. Her panties were soaked. She stripped them off and climbed back onto her mat.
She listened as he quietly climbed the steep narrow staircase up to Miranda, heard the soft moans and muffled voices, then the slow rhythmic creaks as he began to fuck her. Leethie imagined the two of them on their sides, Thom spooning Miranda, his long thick cock sliding into her from behind.
There was a while when Miranda's moans sounded plaintive like he'd woken her up, like she was tired and wanted to sleep. But at some point, she crossed a line and Leethie could hear real pleasure taking over; her moans and cries growing louder. Leethie imagined her on her stomach now, arms stretched out above her, legs spread wide.
Miranda had told Leethie Thom called her ass "The Boom", that he was "obsessed with it". Leethie pictured his hips pushing against Miranda's muscular ass, his back arched like a bow, arms straight, holding him above her.
'Upward facing dog,' she thought.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah," Miranda called. Her voice was clear now, no longer muffled, almost as if there were no ceiling separating her and Leethie; as if Miranda were floating spread-eagle above her. Leethie was on her belly. She had clamped her pillowcase in her teeth, was breathing hard, almost mechanically through her nose. He was fucking her hard.
"AH! AH! AH! AH!" Miranda called now. Leethie had never heard Miranda so loud, so totally abandoned to her own pleasure. She was making no attempt to quiet herself, the cries were rising in pitch now, and he was pounding into her faster. Their fucking seemed to bounce the whole house.
"AAAHGOD!" Miranda cried out. Leethie could almost pretend they were for her, that Miranda was cumming for her. "AAAHGODTHOM! AAAHTHOMFUCK!"
Leethie's orgasm was bittersweet. Her pillow was wet with tears. She was sobbing.
On the morning of the squall, Leethie scrapped her plans to go into the city. Thom had been using his VW Bus to get his tools back and forth to the boat building school. He had left early before either of them were awake.
"Just take the Volvo," Leethie called up to Miranda.
"Are you sure?" she shouted back down the stairs. Leethie was at the little kitchen table, the oak seat of the chair still cold against her bare thighs. Miranda was a Manhattan girl and wasn't much of a driver. Leethie knew the idea of taking the work truck scared her. Having Miranda drive the Volvo made Leethie nervous, but she also knew it was good for Miranda, that she needed to get used to driving more out here.
"You'll be stranded," Miranda warned.
"Stranded is good," Leethie told her, staring into her coffee. The cream was swirling like great weather formations. "Stranded sounds great actually."
Miranda came barrelling down the steps, she was in her stocking feet. She had dressed in tight low-slung jeans with a loose purple top of coarse fabric embroidered with simple flowers - that looked Central American to Leethie.
"OK, if you really don't mind," Miranda was smiling. She had put her hair back into little 'knotties', done her eyes, and had red lipstick. She smiled and spun for Leethie. "How do I look?"
"Hippy fabulous," Leethie told her; and she did. She was such a pretty slip of a girl. Leethie loved when she painted her lips red and knew that's probably why Miranda had done it - as a tease. "And a little slutty."
"Slutty?!" Miranda wrinkled her brow and stuck out her lip - then narrowed her eyes mischievously. "But, like workplace-appropriate--slutty, right?"
"Totally workplace-appropriate--slutty," she assured her. "Don't fret."
"OK, good!" Miranda kissed Leethie hard on the mouth, grabbed her travel mug and the car keys from the table, where Leethie had set them and made a charge for the door. "Gotta go! Gotta go! See you tonight, I'll bring the OYSTERS!"
Leethie listened to the car start and die, then start again. There was a grinding of gears as Miranda backed out, but then the engine engaged and faded into the distance. She was gone.
It had been a good week. Leethie had been driving Miranda to work and picking her up afterward. She had filled her days by going into the city to explore and job hunt. She had brought back flowers and fish and groceries and other treats from the downtown market. Mostly she just wanted to get her bearings. The three of them ate, drank, and listened to music together each night; every night was a party. Both Thom and Miranda had urged her to relax for a few days and made it clear she was welcome to stay in the farmhouse with them as long as she wanted. And she wanted to stay, but she was also anxious to get started.
Additionally, as much as she loved living with Miranda again, she felt a powerful ambivalence. She had always liked Thom, and despite herself, she still liked him. He seemed like such a genuinely good guy. He was funny and smart. He cooked and worked hard and was neat. Miranda obviously adored him, and he was good company, seemed to take such good care of her. If Leethie didn't know better she'd say he loved Miranda. But she also knew he was rejecting Miranda, that he had stopped having sex with her and was refusing her advances. The only semblance of sex they had in weeks was when he wanted her to watch him masturbate.
"One charming motherfuckin' pig," she thought wryly.
But her anger at this slight was real. It mixed with her own guilt and regret for having rejected Miranda on their last night together in the apartment. She had tormented herself for months over that mistake and had been afraid she had ruined their friendship; it almost had. That fear and regret, mixed with her resentment of Thom's unforgivable refusal, created in Leethie a toxic brew of confusion and contempt.
Rather than confronting Thom or Miranda, she took it out on Thom by teasing him mercilessly - which Miranda seemed to enjoy. Leethie had known Thom found her attractive back in school, and while he tried hard to hide it that hadn't changed. Miranda had laughed it off - it was, after all, just guilty looks - and Leethie hadn't entirely minded the attention; part of her fed off it. But mostly she enjoyed using his desire against him, choosing a short tight shirt for bed each night in order to give him an eyeful, then watching him squirm.
"You're going to give him a stroke," Miranda joked after a few nights of this. Whether or not she realized Leethie was doing it to punish Thom, she obviously didn't mind and clearly found it amusing.
