Vix's Lics

This is Part 8 of Vix's story. Best enjoyed after reading parts 1 to 7, so that you know the background.

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'Don't look now,' I murmured in Roo's ear, 'but Olivia is over there.'

'Whaat?' she hissed giving a sidelong glance, 'THE Olivia?'

'Yes, THE Olivia.'

'What, what?' said Mads.

'Olivia is over there.'

'What, THE Olivia...?'

Jemma and Nikki were nonplussed. They knew nothing about Olivia, and we weren't about to start explaining at this point. 'Let's just say I have history with her,' I said, cryptically.

We were all casting furtive glances in their direction now, and they had definitely noticed us, though I don't think Olivia had recognised me... yet.

'Oh Christ, not more fuckin dykes,' said Nikki, rolling her eyes, but Mads slapped her down sharply.

'Nikki, that's out of order and you know it. If you can't be civil you should just shut it. How much have you had to drink?' Nikki just turned towards the bar with a sulky face.

'Which one is she?' said Jemma.

'The bustier one with the darker hair,' I said, glancing wistfully at her.

'She looks old enough to be your mum,' said Jem, and there was a derisory snort from Nikki, who still had her back to us.

I suddenly didn't like this situation at all. I had a slew of bewildering emotions assaulting me; I was unnerved by suddenly encountering Olivia again, annoyed at both Nikki's crass vulgarity, and at Jemma's needless highlighting of Olivia's age, embarrassed by my peculiar past being thrown into the spotlight again, and torn between trying to remain unrecognised, and wanting to say hello, to show off my friends, and especially my lover. I actually felt faint.

Of course, Roo, my wonderful Roo, came to my rescue. 'Don't panic, jo, let's just say hello. It's no big deal, and Mads and I want to meet her, even if these two social cripples don't.' She nodded at Jemma and Nikki with a smirk.

Her easy confidence and her blunt, matter of fact way of diffusing the tension instantly calmed me, and Jemma said 'Hey, less of that, Roo. Of course I want to meet her. C'mon Nik,' and Nikki reluctantly turned to join us. Roo, effortlessly, had banished the slight antagonism that was growing, and restored a semblance of harmony between us all. The five of us walked over to Olivia and her friend together.

They looked a little apprehensive, or bemused, as we approached - I'm sure they didn't know why we had suddenly decided to bear down upon them -- and I was full of fear and trepidation. I had no idea how rigid Olivia would be regarding our not seeing each other again, so I wasn't sure how she'd react. Maybe she'd blank me? I didn't think I could bear that.

As we drew close, to my great relief and delight, she suddenly said, 'Vix? Is that you?' and I smiled nervously. She put down her drink and hugged me, saying 'Wow you look great.' It was so cathartic to have her hold me again; to feel her soft, warm body against me and to smell her oh-so-evocative scent. I had to fight back tears but I managed to compose myself.

'Hi Olivia, it's great to see you. These are my friends, Jemma, Nikki, Mads, and my girlfriend, Roo.' They all did dainty handshakes and Olivia's eyes shone as she looked at Roo, while Roo looked at her with a certain fascination.

'Oh, where are my manners? This is my partner, Ellie.'

Ellie smiled and shook our hands, but she only spoke to me, at first. 'Hello Vix, Olivia has spoken about you. It's nice to meet you.' She was extraordinarily good-looking, with dazzling bright blue eyes, and a smile that could charm the coldest heart. Even Nikki was beaming now.

'I assume these girls are your band, Vix,' said Olivia. 'Did you enjoy the gig?'

'Yeah, it was brill. Were you there?'

'Yep. Ellie is a big fan of rock, and especially The Darkness.'

'You should come to see us,' I burst out, without really thinking about it. 'We're doing our first gig at the Magna Carta next month.'

Before she could answer, we were interrupted by a geezer in the doorway shouting 'Taxi for Girling. Taxi for Ellie Girling.'

'Got to go,' said Olivia, and they downed the remains of their drinks. 'Lovely to meet you, girls,' then, to me, 'Message me about the gig,' and she blew me a kiss as they exited.

Oddly, I felt abandoned, again, after they'd gone, and Roo, always attentive, must have seen the look on my face. 'Well, I'm guessing that was all a bit of a shock, huh?' and she put her arm around me. All four of them were looking at me for a reaction.

Mads was typically frank and forthright; 'It's always a bummer, meeting an ex, no matter how it goes. Fuck, she's impressive though. Both of them, actually.'

'How the hell did you get to be with her?' asked Jemma, a bit indelicately.

'Oh it's a long story, and I'm not telling.' Mads and Roo knew the story, but they were keeping mum about it, thank God.

Nikki's phone buzzed. Her lift had arrived, and Jemma's followed shortly after, leaving just Mads, Roo, and me. The gang of three. We got another drink, and found seats in a quiet corner, as all the crowd were concentrated at the bar.

Inevitably, the subject of Olivia and Ellie dominated the conversation. I wasn't surprised that they'd made an impact on my friends, but I was shaken by how profoundly the encounter had affected me. There was no doubt that meeting her again had stirred up feelings I had suppressed. It was lucky in a way that we didn't have long to chat before we had to embark on our various, complicated ways home, because I needed some alone time to think.

I messaged Dad and he came out to the local bus station at midnight to collect me. He had deliberately refrained from alcohol, anticipating that some taxi duty might be called for. What a man.

All the way home, I'd been staring out of bus windows, watching the late-night lights go by, and musing about Olivia, and how seeing her had given me the most intense butterflies. Why was I like this? I seemed to have a propensity for forming deep, affectionate bonds very easily. Open-hearted and vulnerable, that's me. I was in love with Roo above all, there was no doubt about that, but I still had powerful feelings for Olivia, that was clear, as well as Mads, and even Lindi. Was it a curse to love so easily? I really didn't know.

'You're quiet, Pet. Did everything go OK?' asked Dad, as he drove me home.

'Yeh, it was great, Dad. I'm just a bit zonked.'

My warm bed and thoughts of Roo were my comforters that night, and I buried my face in the pillows and tried to inhale her scent from them. How I wished I'd brought her home with me. When I dozed off, though, I dreamed of sex with Olivia...

***

'But, how can I fall in love so easily, with so many people, Mum?' I railed.

I'd woken in the morning after a vivid and erotic dream about Olivia, which had left me moist and in need of a shower, I returned to bed and sat up thinking about it. I really wondered if I had a problem, but I was bewildered. Was this normal, or even OK, or was there something wrong with me? I needed to talk to the one person I hoped could make sense of it all. My mum.

Luckily, Dad was away in town, organising his upcoming tour, so it was an opportunity to have a one-on-one with Mum. Dad has a heart of gold and he means well, but I didn't think he'd understand the way Mum would. I don't often pour out my heart to my mum -- I suppose I'm a bit of a daddy's girl -- but I always know I can if I need to.

I sat down with her at the big old kitchen table. 'Mum, I need to talk to you. Something's bothering me.

'Sure, what is it honey? Something happen last night?'

'Yeah, but it's not just that...' I explained how I was feeling, navigating carefully through the subject. She already knew about Olivia, so at least I didn't have to go through that again. I emphasised my love for Roo, but told her I also had strong feelings for Mads - I didn't talk about our sexy threesomes at the cottage, but she's not naive; I'm sure her imagination filled in the gaps, since the three of us had stayed there together a few times now -- and I also told her of my long-standing crush on Lindi and how I still had a lot of attraction and affection for her.

She listened quietly as I went on, describing how I felt when I encountered Olivia again, the dream that followed, and how all this made me feel guilty and somehow disloyal to Roo.

'Honey, I think you just have a very big and free heart, and that's a great thing. When so many people in this world are so mean-spirited, it's a great way to be, but it makes you vulnerable. You might just need to develop a tiny bit of a protective shell, but there's nothing wrong with you sweetheart. I'm proud of you for being like that, and I'm proud that you can talk to me about it. You're not being disloyal to Roo. As long as you don't do anything she doesn't know about, and you are open and honest with her about it, there's no problem.'

'Well, Roo seems quite blithe about it, to be honest... I told her I had a dream about Lindi, and it seemed to turn her on more than anything. She says I'm just young and still exploring. She's so anchored and unflappable. I'm so lucky to have her... and you, Mum.'

'Oh, honey...' she stood up and came over to my chair to hug me. I was still sitting down and she leaned down and clasped me to her body, my face almost in her cleavage. I realised with a shock, that this is what I felt like when Olivia hugged me. She kissed the top of my head. 'You'll be OK, darling, I think you are pretty well anchored yourself.'

'Thanks Mum, I hope you're right,' I smiled.

'You chill out, honey. I'm going to take a shower,' and she padded off upstairs to her en-suite bathroom.

I flopped down on the living room sofa and started flicking through TV channels, but I couldn't help but imagine Mum, up there in her shower, soaping her sexy curves. Oh God, I'd have loved to have been in there with her.

I simply couldn't resist creeping up the short flight of stairs that led to Mum and Dad's part of the house, in the hope of getting just a glimpse of her. I had my excuse ready-prepared: If she caught me coming up the stairs; I'd just say I was coming to borrow some body lotion, or something.

Very luckily for me, both the bedroom and bathroom doors were ajar, and from the bedroom doorway I could see straight into the mirror in the en-suite, and get a view of the shower cubicle. She wasn't in there; she was already out and drying herself. Or so I thought. I was taking a big risk of getting caught, but I crept further forward, into the bedroom, to gain a wider view.

Mum wasn't drying herself. She had spread a towel over the toilet lid and, with her body still glistening wet, she was sitting on it, legs wide apart, masturbating. My talk about my sexy dreams must have really turned her on!

Her body looked fucking gorgeous; her breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breathing as she leaned back and fucked herself with a huge black vibrator, sliding it smoothly in and out of her - obviously very wet - pussy. I could see the giant toy pulling her flesh inward every time she thrust it in, and I could faintly hear its buzz grow louder and quieter as it went in and out.

The toy was amazingly long, and she made sure it went ALL the way in with each thrust, pulling the glistening shaft slowly back out each time, until the bulbous tip emerged, then forcing it back in, stretching her entrance wide.

I was transfixed. I didn't even touch myself, I was so enraptured. Here was my mother, still gorgeous despite her age, still incredibly sexy, and obviously still bloody horny. She had her head back, eyes closed, and mouth open in a lustful snarl, as she fucked herself lubriciously, holding the toy with both hands.

I couldn't believe the size of that thing. It was way bigger than any real dick, and covered in fake "veins." I could only imagine what it felt like to have that monster sliding in and out of her.

Despite her obvious arousal, she was impressively quiet, and just a few sharp little gasping intakes of breath told me when she was close. She pulled the slippy, drippy, vibe out, turned it up, and placed the tip of it on her clit, her mouth taking on an ecstatic rictus as she took herself to orgasmic bliss.

I could sense the tension and rigidity of her body as she arched her back and came with a shudder, and an impressive spurt of milky white pussy juice dribbled out of her. Wow. My mum was a squirter! Well... of course she was.

A little whimper escaped her lips, and she dropped the toy and started to sit up. FUCK! I turned and rapidly tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as I could, and then legged it to my room. God, I was so turned on.

I got out my biggest toy (still not as big as that one of Mum's) and fucked myself urgently with it, grunting ferally as I thrust it rhythmically into my ravening pussy over and over until I came. I was so overcome with lust, I didn't even try to be quiet.

I lay on my bed, spent and panting in the aftermath then, as I quieted, I dozed off, briefly. When I awoke, I felt sordid and guilty. Last night, I'd had a dream about sex with a prostitute, and today I'd lasciviously watched my mum having a wank. Then, I'd got myself off shamelessly with a big plastic dick. I was a depraved slut.

I needed Roo, to re-centre me, and get my libido into its proper context. I was in danger of letting my lust take me over.

My phone buzzed, and I grabbed it eagerly, thinking it would be her, but it wasn't. It was a message from Olivia. OH GOD!

'HI Vix, I was happy to run into you last night, and meet your lovely friends. I'm so glad you found a girlfriend, and Roo seems perfect. Let me know about the gig, Ellie and I would love to see you play. O x

How to reply? How to reply...? I pondered for a minute, then just sent back, 'Thanks Olivia. Yes, it was nice to see you. We'll keep you up to date about the gig. Vix x'

Strange as it may seem, I felt a little stronger now, as if this cool and civil exchange between us had been a step towards normalising where I was with her. It was a better place than where I'd been for the previous few weeks. I still needed Roo though.

I called her and the sound of her soft southern Scottish voice was like the sweetest balm. 'Hi babe, how you doin? You OK?' There was slight concern in her voice -- she knew how much seeing Olivia had shaken me.

I didn't beat about the bush: 'I need you babe. I need to come over, or for you to come here.'

There was a very short pause. 'I'll come to you. Give me a couple of hours.'

'OK, thanks sweetheart.'

I tried to read for a while, but long before two hours had passed I was looking, hopefully, out of the window for a glimpse of the little blue van, which duly appeared, making me smile. I dashed downstairs to meet her, flying past Mum, who was emerging from the kitchen to see who had arrived. 'It's Roo,' I shouted, breathlessly, as if I hadn't seen her for months, and I ran to the door to greet her with a hug and a kiss.

'Well, it's nice to see you too,' she said chuckling, as I took her overnight bag from her.

'Hi Roo!' Mum called, 'Have you eaten? I'm making a Creole jambalaya. You can join us if you want some. There's plenty.'

'Mm, thanks. I've never had that.'

Dad arrived back a few minutes later, and soon we were all sat around the big old table, eating and chatting, and it was great. Dad's arrangements for the tour were going well, and The Zelmas were pencilled in as support. 'Ooo, exciting,' I said, grinning at Roo.

'It's only provisional at the moment. We have to see how the Maggie gig goes,' said Dad. 'I've also asked Larry about you potentially playing Almacén, and The Garage as well.'

'The Garage? Blimey Dad, we were supposed to start off as a pub band!'

We had been realistic, conservative even, in our thinking, but Dad was being ambitious on our behalf. I just hoped it wouldn't all go tits up at our first gig. Roo showed her greater experience by simply smiling and nodding. She had no fears about any of this. It was just another day in the office to her.

Shortly after dinner, we made our excuses and headed upstairs to my room. For once, I didn't want to fuck her. Well, I did, but more importantly, I just wanted to spend time holding her, kissing and cuddling, and talking. I could tell she was horny (her nipples were a dead giveaway) but she went along with my desire for bonding without bonking.

I had a lot of talking to do -- all the stuff I'd poured out to my mum, and more -- and she listened, and gave me her input as I basically just unloaded all my doubts and fears. I was at pains to stress that I had ZERO doubts about her, or my love for her, and she told me she didn't either. She repeated what she'd said before, that I was still young and exploring my feelings and, like Mum had said, that I seemed to have a pretty solid moral code, despite my strong desires and impulses; 'I don't have any uncertainty about you, Vix. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me, or damage our relationship.

She was right. I never would.

Even though she was obviously feeling horny, she never tried to persuade me, or to initiate sex. She knew I was working through some emotional turmoil, and we went to sleep just holding each other.

In the wee hours though, I woke up with my fire rekindled. I looked at her sleeping, with her lovely lips just slightly parted, and I thought about those lips sucking on my nipples, and my clit... A surge of heat went through my body as arousal suddenly seized me. We were sleeping in just knickers, and I pulled my gusset aside and slipped a finger into my moist pussy, loving the feeling of its slick, oily wetness.

I took the finger out and sucked it -- mmm, nectar -- then I did the same for Roo, trailing my wet digit gently across her lips. She stirred slightly, and licked her lips in an involuntary reaction, but didn't wake, so I did it again. This was fun. My pussy was getting wetter by the second, and Roo was tasting me without knowing it. I alternated between wetting Roo's lips then mine three or four times before she began to wake, then I stopped and lay motionless.

She murmured slightly, and did a little fidget, then her breathing became regular again as she slipped back into slumber. She's such a sound sleeper.

I slipped down under the covers and kissed her hip, then worked my way up the side of her body, kissing her waist, and her delightfully prominent ribcage, before reaching the smooth bulge of her boob. I pressed my face into it, savouring its marvellously soft yet firm feel, and now she woke with a moan. I quickly moved to her nipple, sucking it firmly between my lips and her hand came up and pressed me to her.

'Mmmm, what a way to wake up,' she moaned, and I moved on top of her, squeezing her tits together with my hands and suckling her nipples in turn. I straddled her thigh and rubbed my slippery pussy lips against her skin as she bent her leg up against me, then I moved up to kiss her. Our tongues writhed together for a few seconds, then she said 'Oh my God, you taste divine. Have you been tasting yourself?' I murmured into her mouth and she said 'Bring it here, I want a proper taste.'

I moved up on my knees to queen her and as I "stepped" over her arms she groaned 'Ohh fuck, yes,' and started wanking feverishly. She attacked my pussy with her mouth like a starving animal given a raw steak, sucking and slurping ravenously as my hot love liquid just poured out of me.

She was gagging and gurgling and I was desperately going 'Clit, Roo, clit.' Finally, her lips latched onto my clit and she focussed on making me, and herself, come. Within seconds, we both erupted in massive orgasms; me holding her head with both hands and fucking it, and her slamming her fingers violently in and out of her squelching sex. It was an intense double climax, and we stayed in the same position for ages, thrusting and lusting, intent on extending our pleasure as long as possible, as if we were competing with each other in the aftershock Olympics.