Kindling III – Lily
She couldn't understand how all at once a feeling could be so wonderful and so terrible. Wonderful in the way she felt so sexual, so sensual, able to attract anyone she wanted and give them pleasure like nothing they'd experienced. Terrible in the way she was constantly, desperately aroused; frozen on the brink of orgasm in a way her fingers could do nothing about. She'd used her fingers, and her new toys, over and over in the hours since her friends had left, but it hadn't helped. If anything, the tiny little cums she'd been able to elicit made things worse ... it kept her wanting more. And when Lily was able to strip it down to its essence, she knew there was only one thing she really wanted.
The Hot Blond.
She'd first heard the phrase a month ago; two guys at work, chatting in the hallway, talking about "The Hot Blond". Lily paid them no mind, but she knew immediately who they were talking about. Juliet was the company's newest intern, her arrival had been only slightly less conspicuous than an exploding hand grenade. For three days, none of the straight men or the lesbians who liked them femme got any work done; they were all scrambling to find out what this girl's deal was. The picture of her boyfriend on her desk and the rock on her left ring finger answered all the important questions, and even though there'd been a fair amount of disappointment as the news worked its way through the grapevine, no one could hold it against her. The sweetness and kindness with which she conducted herself, and the competency with which she did her duties made that impossible. That she'd be brought on as a full time employee the moment her internship ended was a given around the office.
All Lily knew was she had to have her.
"So ... take her!" the voice in Lily's head demanded. She looked at the paper bag that contained her toys and her share of the wood chips. Lily grabbed her phonebook and quickly found the address.
The drive, which took 25 minutes, was a blissful torture. Lily's whole body was trembling with anticipation as she parked, then exited, her car. An old woman was entering the apartment building as she arrived, Lily simply followed her in. She took a deep breath, to steady herself, at the door to the unit. She knocked.
"Lily, what a surprise!" Juliet said, and she did look surprised. But pleasantly so.
"Hey, sorry to just show up like this."
"No problem, come on in," Juliet stepped aside. "What's up?"
"My car dies," Lily explained, "and I knew you lived around here. Do you mind if I use your phone to call a tow truck?"
"You poor thing! The phone's over here and I'll keep you company 'till they show up."
Lily dialed the number to her home phone and requested a two from the voice on her answering machine. Juliet was still in her work cloths; a pair of tight dress pants that showed off her lines to mouth watering effect and a soft, pastel colored sweater. Her loosely permed hair cascaded past her shoulders, her deep blue eyes twinkled with sympathy.
Juliet possessed a thin, luscious body that was a gift from the heavens, the kind that required no exercise or surgery whatsoever. Her facial features were sharp, yet delicate with a button nose and pointed chin. Juliet's beauty was the kind that made some women, many women, jealous. All it did was make Lily wet.
"They said it'll take about an hour," Lily said apologetically as she hung up the phone.
"Don't worry about it. How was the camping?"
"Great. How was work?"
"Same old, same old," Juliet chuckled. :What's in the bag?"
