Chapter 5
Lila was lying on her back in bed, watching television when Chris let herself in the apartment.
"Is that you, honey?" she called out to her lover. "Did you take care of her?"
"Not exactly," Chris admitted. "Her father came up and ruined it all."
"No shit," Lila said. "I thought he was out of the country."
"He was," Chris said, flopping down next to Lila on their bed. She reached for the younger girl automatically, and Lila snuggled close to Chris, though absently, as if distracted.
"It's too bad we need the money," she said. "I kind of like her."
"What do you mean?" Chris asked sharply.
Lila was smart enough to force her voice to be light. "Oh, you know," she answered vaguely. "I mean that she seems all right to me.
Chris snorted. "What do you know?" she asked. Her arm went around Lila. "How can you watch this shit?" she asked her, gesturing towards the tube.
"There's nothing else to do," Lila whined. She started to become restless. "I'm hungry," she said.
"You're always hungry," Chris grumbled. But she got off the bed and went to their small kitchen. "Want some chocolate pudding?" she called into Lila.
"Okay," Lila answered. Chris got Lila a dish and brought it back to their bed. She watched in a kind of dull fascination as Lila spooned the creamy pudding between her lips.
An ache, low in her groin began to develop. Without thinking, she loosened her pants by unsnapping the snap that held her jeans around her waist and stuck her hand down inside. The feeling of her pubic hairs gave her comfort, though fell far short from satisfying her.
"At least you don't have to worry about getting fat," she said petulantly to Lila. Lila didn't bother answering her. She never thought about getting fat. She was blessed with the kind of slender frame that could consume enormous amounts of garbage food with no repercussions. Right now, she was dressed in shorts that came just below her well-formed buns, and was naked from the waist up.
"It's hot in here," she said suddenly, placing the dish of half-eaten pudding on the night table.
"Why don't you take off your shorts?" Chris asked. She loved it when Lila paraded around their small apartment nude. It was like having a beautiful animal in its natural state as a pet.
"Why don't you take them off," her lover answered.
"Shit! Are you lazy!" Chris said, but she was happy for this chore. She turned towards Lila, her face even with Lila's flat stomach. As her hands went around Lila's waist to tug off the cut-off shorts, she couldn't resist planting a wet kiss on the other girl's belly.
Lila squirmed with pleasure. "All you think about is eating me," she commented, but she made no move to push the heavier girl away.
"Mmmm," Chris answered. She was sucking on Lila's belly button now, digging her thick tongue into the little indentation.
Lila closed her eyes and began moving her hips in a rotating up and down movement. She felt lazy and spoiled. Though Chris was far from her physical counterpart, she did provide Lila with the feeling of protection and endless pleasure. For Lila, whose childhood had been one continuous round of abuse, her meeting up with Chris had been one of her more lucky breaks. She had lied when she told Carol that she had only been in the city a short while. Actually, she had been with Chris for several months. Her sudden appearance in the Cat-was due more to the fact that she seldom escaped from Chris's watchful eye.
Chris had Lila's shorts off now, thrown into a corner of the room. All her concentration was located on Lila's cunt. She spread the lips apart with both hands, staring into the moist pinkness for several seconds before closing her eyes and getting lost in the taste sensations of Lila's cunt. When Chris was eating out Lila, she was in another world. She was very different from Ellen, more like a beautiful toy. Ellen was so concerned with forcing her unique personality on Chris, that Chris used to get the feeling she was just some kind of slavering idiot brought in to bring Ellen off. Lila may have felt the same way about Chris, but she never made her feel like that.
Chris may have been basically simple in her desires and needs, but she was still sensitive. Too sensitive, in fact. Her bruised ego never seemed to heal. But now, eating out Lila, Chris felt content. She liked to try new things with Lila and in that way expressed her creative capacity, regardless of how limited it was. Right now she was thinking about the chocolate pudding sitting a few feet away on the night table But rather than reach for it right now and smear its remains on Lila's cunt, she contented herself with the natural taste of Lila's box and its outpouring of copious fluids. She had her hands firmly planted against the underside of Lila's thighs, pushing them back gently so that Lila's thighs were beginning to fold back onto her stomach. Now her twat in all its rich, bright pink glory was spread before Chris's mouth. She nibbled and sucked on Lila's clit, pushing her face and nose around so that it covered the entire area.
As for Lila, she felt herself drifting off into another world. Whenever she was getting eaten out, her thoughts seemed to take off to other times in her life, other sexual memories, not all of them pleasant. Right now, enjoying the caressing silkiness of Chris's wet, warm tongue, all of Lila's memories were pleasant.
Like the time she had gone off to camp. She had been fourteen at the time and showed great promise as a swimmer. The swimming instructor at the camp had been a young woman in her early twenties, and at that time, Eileen had been everything that Lila had wanted to become.
Her hair was so blonde, it was almost white and the contrast this provided with her tan was so thrilling to Lila, she had tried to bleach her own hair later, when she returned home, but her mother had beaten her severely for this, calling her a tramp and a whore. Lila had had an opportunity to discover whether or not Eileen's hair was truly blonde one night after a songfest at the camp. Lila had wandered off from the group as they had left the great hall in the woods and headed back to their tents. All the instructors lived in cabins and this had struck Lila at the time as being the height of luxury. The instructors had radios and televisions in their cabins while the campers were left humming themselves to sleep at night.
This evening, Lila was feeling depressed and had chosen to stroll back to her tent alone. She didn't want to talk the inane chitchat that passed for conversation with the other girls. As a matter of fact, she had very little in common with the other girls, feeling different from them. They talked only of boys, and even now, Lila wasn't all that interested in boys. The main thing she was interested in was becoming a good swimmer.
"Hey wait up," she heard a voice behind her call.
"Shit!" Lila had thought to herself, not recognizing the voice of Eileen as it was the most unlikely thing she could imagine that Eileen would want to get her alone. To Lila, Eileen was like a creature from another planet. Her very aloofness, her harshness and exactitude in the discipline she demanded of her pupils made her remote to Lila. But she turned, this evening and saw instantly the moon shining on the almost white hair.
"Oh!" Lila had said, stopping obediently and waiting for the older woman to approach her.
"Why so glum?" Eileen had asked easily, falling into step with Lila.
Lila shrugged self-consciously. "I'm all right," she said. She felt tongue-tied around her admired instructor and not at all capable of initiating conversation.
"Those song things can get to be a drag," Eileen had said. "It makes one appreciate the radio even more!"
Lila laughed. "At least you have one," she said enviously.
"That's not all we're allowed to have," Eileen said.
When Lila didn't answer, Eileen said, "Would you like to see my cabin?"
Lila stopped walking along the path then, in shock.
"You mean I could go inside your cabin?" she asked in disbelief.
"Of course!" Eileen said with a half-laugh. "After all, it's mine for the summer!"
"Well sure!" Lila breathed. "I would love too!"
"Don't worry about bed check," Eileen went on. "I happen to know that Rocky is getting drunk right now."
"You mean you can DRINK in your cabin?" Lila had squealed. To her that was terribly shocking.
"Well, I'm not much of a drinker," Eileen said. "After all, I'm supposed to be an athlete. But I'm not opposed to having a little wine every now and then."
She had taken the lead now on the narrow path and was leading the way to her cabin. Lila looked around her. She would love the other girls to see Eileen and her walking together. But there was no one around.
Inside the cabin, Eileen had lit a lantern and turned on her stereo. The room was small, but it was comfortable and homey. It was certainly a far cry from a cot in a tent and Lila felt as though she had been invited to the White House.
"Take a cushion over there and have a seat on the rug," Eileen said. She had gone to her refrigerator and was removing a tall, skinny bottle with red stuff inside.
"Wine," she explained.
Lila hardly dared breathe. She wanted to run into the woods and announce to the entire camp that SHE, Lila, had been invited to her swimming instructor's cabin for WINE! But her desire to announce this to everyone was tempered by the knowledge that this evening should be a secret. Why, she wasn't exactly sure, but Lila knew that something was in the air other than discussing her swimming career. All Lila had to do to win the top swimming honors in the camp was earn her White Cap. Right now she was a level beneath, but she had felt that if she tried hard enough she might make it.
Eileen handed her a juice glass full of the wine and said: "Try it. Have you ever had wine?"
"No," Lila admitted. She was surprised when Eileen sat down next to her on the rug instead of on the bed or the one chair that was in the room. She felt frightened in some odd way, though it was more a fear of the unknown than a threat of physical violence.
"Having you in my class is a pleasure," Eileen said. And then she lit a cigarette. This really shocked Lila. Not only because Eileen was an athlete, but because absolutely no cigarettes were allowed in the camp.
"Smoke?" Eileen asked automatically. Then she jerked the cigarette back. "Sorry," she said. "You'd better NOT smoke!"
"I don't," Lila had assured her.
"Good," Eileen said emphatically, but she made no move to put her cigarette out. As she fiddled with the ashes in the ashtray and her cigarette butt, Lila took this opportunity to study Eileen closely. There was something boyish about her face. Her features were clean and sharply defined, like a handsome boy before he shaves. She smelled good too, though Lila didn't recognize Eileen's scent as anything in particular.
Eileen turned to her then, and Lila noticed that her eyes were even lighter blue than her own. To Lila, Eileen was a very beautiful and attractive person. This made her feel sad in some way, but she didn't know why.
"You're awfully quiet," Eileen said, but it wasn't really criticism.
Lila gulped. "I'm happy to be here," she said. "But I don't really know what to say."
Eileen smiled. "Yeah," she said. "I know what you mean."
This made Lila feel even closer to Eileen. Years later, when she was to look back on what happened that night, she would be amused by thinking of Eileen as an older woman. But when you're fourteen, twenty is old!
The wine was starting to affect Lila, though she didn't make the association at the time. All she knew was that she felt really mellow and warm inside. She associated this with the fact that her most admired person was sitting next to her and that she had sought out HER company, instead of the other way around.
"Like that wine?" Eileen asked. She was standing now, pausing before making another trip to the refrigerator.
But Lila hadn't drank that much of her glass and she declined a refill.
She watched Eileen as she sort of floated to the tiny ice box and she marveled at the way Eileen's legs were so slender without any fat around the hips. Her hips were narrow, that was true but there were girls in the camp already looking like women in their late thirties in the fat department.
Eileen was back on the floor next to Lila before she knew it and Lila observed that the minute Eileen's aura encompassed her she felt better right away. She took another drink of her wine.
It tasted funny to her, but what it was doing to her head was another thing. She wished she could spend the night in Eileen's cabin. She never wanted to go back to her tent again, even though she knew she would have to.
A sudden movement to her right, and she noted that Eileen had set her glass of wine down, this didn't strike Lila as unusual. She thought that Eileen was about to light another cigarette. But Eileen put her arm around Lila at that point and kissed her.
It was a good thing that Lila had put her glass of wine down also, or she would have dropped it all over the rug.
The kiss that Eileen was giving Lila was not a mushy, wet kiss. It was a close-mouthed kiss, with her lips gently pressing on Lila's, but it sent a thrill racing through her body. It was funny for Lila, looking back, how she hadn't even been surprised in one part of her brain. It seemed very natural for her to kiss Eileen and she offered no protest.
Eileen's arms were around her now and the kiss seemed to go on forever. This was fine with Lila who never wanted to lose the sensation Eileen's lips were imparting to Lila's nervous system.
Then Eileen was pushing her back on the rug. Lila gave way beneath the superior pressure of Eileen's strength, feeling as though a great soft cloud was enveloping her and loving every second of it. Then she could feel Eileen's hands moving around her beasts. Lila never even touched her own breasts, and to feel Eileen's hands touching this most intimate part of her, sent a shiver through Lila. She was dressed in a thin T-shirt and shorts and Eileen's touch went right through the thin fabric as though it wasn't even there.
Now Eileen's hands were underneath the thin shirt, her fingers playing with Lila's braless tits. Lila began moaning, a strange sound, even to her ears. It seemed to Lila as though a million sparks were going off in her frame, generating a heat unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Eileen's breath was coming in shorter gasps now, a panting sound, low and hoarse in her throat.
She had mounted Lila now and was grinding her pelvis into her. The rhythm she used was highly pleasant to Lila who began matching it with her own swiveling hips.
"Oh, Lila!" Eileen was murmuring. Lila wanted to say Eileen's name also, but she didn't. Everything was like a dream to her, and she felt that if she spoke, she would wake up to realize none of this was true.
She put her arms around Eileen's slender back, pulling her closer to her own body, wanting them to meld together as one.
Eileen was tugging on Lila's shorts now, pulling them down to reveal her bush of pubic hairs.
Once that was accomplished, Eileen began moving down on Lila's body, going from suckling each of her tits, to nuzzling her belly button and moving even lower still. Lila held her breath. She didn't believe it possible that Eileen was going to kiss her THERE! But she waited, her legs spread apart, her cunt feeling moist and juicy.
Then, before she even had time to imagine what was going to happen next, she felt Eileen's wet tongue probing around between her tight cunt lips. Feeling them part and the sudden nibble on her tiny clit, made Lila gasp with surprise and pleasure. She reached down to hold Eileen's shining blonde hair in her hands, feeling her small ears, digging her fingers into those holes.
Lila opened her eyes then, not daring to imagine what it would look like to see another person's head between her thighs and sucking on her cunt. She liked the sight of this very much. Her legs parted even further apart and she raised her knees so that all of her cunt provided easy access to Eileen's lapping tongue.
"Eileen!" Lila moaned. "That feels so NICE!"
Eileen didn't answer, but she murmured her agreement and kept eating away at Lila's cunt.
Right then and there, Lila decided that getting her White Cap in swimming was going to be a piece of cake. But she wouldn't try and fluff off on her qualifications. She would swim her heart out for Eileen with as much devotion as Eileen's tongue was providing Lila's cunt.
Wow! Lila thought. She never knew camp could be like this! She began wondering if other girls did these kinds of things with each other and decided that they probably did. She went through a mental list of the other campers, trying to figure out which ones ate each other out and which ones didn't. Then she went mentally through the counselors. To Lila, Eileen was the best-looking counselor in the camp, and the fact that she had chosen Lila to seduce, made Lila feel closer than ever to the older woman.
She wondered if Eileen wanted her to kiss and lick her down there also, but if Eileen wanted this from Lila, her busy mouth gave no indication. Lila sighed, feeling a relaxation spread through her body like never before. All her strained and aching muscles seemed to revive themselves under the expert administrations of Eileen's busy tongue, and Lila squeezed harder on Eileen's short, blonde hair.
"Faster!" she boldly urged. It seemed to Lila as though she was heading someplace she had never been before and she was eager to get to this place that she would later realize was called orgasm.
Eileen had Lila's thighs pushed back so far now, they were practically over her head. Lila bucked her hips around, trying to keep up with Eileen's quicksilver tongue and her own need to explode in climax.
"You're so sweet!" Eileen murmured between licking and sucking on Lila's cunt. "You taste so good!"
"Oh!" Lila moaned. "Oh!"
And she began pumping her hips faster and faster. Something was happening in the back of her head and the tips of her toes at the same time. It was as though one long electric wire had been set humming with voltage and Lila knew that the wire would explode and fizz out in that place between her legs where Eileen's tongue was lapping away.
A screeching sound went off in Lila's brain like the sound of a train being derailed. Her hips were snapping so fast now and her juices were flowing so freely, she felt as though she was being washed over a great dam. This sensation seemed to last for several minutes, then Eileen's tongue was becoming painful to the young girl. She pushed Eileen's head away, pleading that now it was beginning to hurt. Eileen stopped eating out Lila's cunt and moved up quickly to plant a kiss on Lila's mouth. Lila could smell her own scent on Eileen's breath and tongue, but it was not unpleasant to her at all. She threw her arms around Eileen and hugged her as tight as she could.
"Oh!" she gushed. "That was wonderful!"
Eileen smiled and lit a cigarette. She exhaled the smoke carefully, never taking her eyes away from Lila's face. Lila lay there nude on the rug no longer feeling self-conscious about her nakedness.
"Did anyone ever do that to you before?" Eileen inquired.
Lila nodded her head, no.
"I didn't think so," Eileen said. "And I'm glad I was the first."
"I am too," Lila admitted. Now that it was over, she began to feel as though she should leave.
She started to pull her clothes together.
"You can stay here tonight, if you want," Eileen offered. Lila hadn't protested that arrangement at all and the two had slept in each other's arms until the alarm went off at five-thirty and Lila went back to her tent.
For the rest of the summer, Eileen and Lila had been thicker than two peas in a pod. Eileen instructed Lila in the art of concealment so that no one else at the camp suspected their relationship as being anything other than the adoration a young athlete usually had for her coach. And Eileen also instructed Lila in the arts of Sapphic love, including the use of her vibrating dildo, so that by the time Lila had left the camp, she not only had her White Cap, she also had a vast knowledge of how to make love to another woman.
She had looked forward to returning to camp all during the following year, but her father had said, no, she couldn't go, they couldn't afford it. Lila had taken a job in the local diner, but all she met were truck drivers. She lived on the memory of Eileen and spent most of her time daydreaming and trying to find someone to take her place in her heart.
Just as she was about to despair over ever finding anyone like the wonderful Eileen, her boss's wife, Ann cornered her in the kitchen one day.
"I've been watching you," Ann said. "There's something different about you, compared to the other girls."
She looked at Lila closely. Lila flushed. "I don't know what you mean," she stammered, feeling ashamed already, as though she had a great guilty secret.
Ann was a big, buxom woman in her mid-thirties and she blocked Lila's exit to the dining room with ease.
"You don't seem to bother with the truckers the way the other girls do," Ann said. "Don't you like men?"
"Yes," Lila said. "But most of them are older than me."
"That's true," Ann said, her eyes narrowing. "But you don't bother with the high school boys either."
Lila made a face without even thinking about it. "Ugh!" she said suddenly. "They make me sick!"
She looked at Ann with alarm. Ann had a son in high school and Lila hoped that she hadn't spoken out of turn. But Ann just laughed. "I know what you mean," she said. "I used to feel that way myself."
She looked at her watch. "Do you have a ride home later, when you get off?" she asked Lila.
Lila who normally walked the two miles to her house shook her head.
"I'll give you a ride then," Ann said matter of factly. "We can talk."
Then, as though feeling she had gone too far, she added, "I like to get to know the girls who work in my diner, if you know what I mean."
Lila wasn't exactly sure what Ann was talking about at all, but she began feeling that peculiar sensation that occurred to her whenever she and Eileen had been close. For the rest of the day she was distracted in her work, forgetting orders and giving sloppy service. Normally Ann would have been right on her ass for this kind of behavior, but she spent the rest of the afternoon staring at Lila with a peculiar smile on her face.
Later, when Lila sat off to one side of the dining room where all the waitresses took then-breaks, counting her meager tips, Ann came up to her again.
"Ready?" she asked.
Lila looked up at the tall, buxom woman and got up from the booth. "Yes," she said. The two of them left the diner together, getting into Ann's Cadillac and driving off towards the lake where Lila lived.
As they drove along, mainly in silence, Lila wondered about Ann and her husband, Gene. Gene did most of the cooking in the diner and he was always sweating from the hot grill. He was a small, fat man and Lila used to wonder how it was that a tall attractive woman like Ann had ever gotten married to him. Maybe she got knocked up, Lila thought to herself, thinking of their son, Pete, a notorious high school jock.
"You know my son, Pete, don't you?" Ann asked as they cruised around the lake.
"Sure," Lila said. "He's probably one of the most popular boys in school."
And also one of the biggest fuckers, she added silently to herself.
"I wish he would go with someone quiet like you," Ann was saying. "The girls he goes out with all seem to be so fast!"
Lila said nothing. She wasn't about to explain to her boss's wife that Pete wouldn't give the time of day to a girl who wouldn't put out for him.
"Are we close to your house?" Ann wanted to know.
Lila looked out the window. "We're almost there," she said. They had lived on the edge of the lake for years, though most of their neighbors only came up for the summer.
"We have a cottage around here," Ann was saying. "We hardly ever get a chance to use it though. The diner keeps both Gene and myself busy."
"How come Pete doesn't work in the diner and help you out?" Lila asked suddenly.
Ann gave a short, bitter laugh. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "He doesn't know the meaning of work!"
"He's lucky!" Lila said.
"You mean he's lazy!" Ann said. Then, suddenly: "Would you like to see our cottage?"
If there was one thing in the world Lila never looked forward to doing, that was going home, so she said: "Sure. Why not?"
Ann cut sharply off the road then, driving the car onto a dirt driveway that was hardly visible to anyone who didn't know where they were going. As the car bumped around on the rocks and dry, dusty surface, Lila began to wonder why Ann was so intent on showing her their cottage. Maybe she never gets a chance to go there and is looking for any kind of excuse, Lila thought. But she too was looking for an excuse for Ann's interest in her, dreading the truth.
She must know I'm a lesbian, Lila thought. Maybe she's trying to set me up so she can fire me. She decided to be careful. After all, she knew Ann couldn't be a lesbian. She was married and had a son!
Ann had parked the car now by a pretty cottage that sat forlornly by the lake, missing its human occupants, or maybe happy that no one lived inside its walls.
Lila followed Ann into the cottage that smelled musty and unused.
"Whew!" Ann said. She began opening a few windows. Lila helped her. "This is really nice," she told Ann. "I wouldn't mind having a place like this."
"You can come here whenever you like," Ann said generously. "I'll show you where we hide the key."
For Lila, who had absolutely no privacy in her house, the offer of the cottage was like a million dollars dropping out of the sky into her lap.
"Gee!" she said. "Thanks a lot!"
"I told Pete the same thing," Ann said ruefully, "but I think the only time he comes here is when he's trying to fuck a girl."
When Lila heard Ann, (an adult as far as she was concerned), use a word like fuck, it shocked her. Not that Lila only thought, kids spoke like that, but she knew parents and adults had their own code of language just as she and her friends did.
Ann looked at Lila closely to see how her use of the word, 'fuck' had struck her. When she saw the startled look on Lila's face, she laughed.
"Have a seat," she said, indicating the couch. "I'll make us some ice tea."
She went into the kitchen and found the necessary ingredients for their beverage and returned shortly with two tall glasses.
Lila gulped her tea, keeping her eyes lowered in order to avoid Ann's piercing gaze.
"Yes," Ann was saying, "You're different than the other girls. You remind me of myself many years ago. I only hope that you escape this hick town. There are other worlds out there you know," and she lapsed into silence.
"What do you mean?" Lila asked. She hoped her father wouldn't beat the shit out of her when she got home, but she wanted to learn more about Ann's intentions for her.
Ann began talking then, telling Lila about her own girlhood, wanting to be close to a teacher she had. in high school, but getting raped by Gene instead. Lila gasped. It was beyond her wildest fantasies that Gene could get it up, let alone rape someone!
"I've always wanted someone tender," Ann was saying. "Someone that would appreciate me as a woman."
This statement made Lila feel sorry for Ann and she vowed that as soon as she could, she was splitting this hick town.
Now Ann was moving closer to Lila on the couch, letting her arm brush casually against Lila's own. Lila knew what was coming, and though Ann wasn't as beautiful as Eileen, she still was very attractive with her bit tits and kind eyes.
Maybe I should make a move, Lila thought. After all,, Eileen had taught her well. She brought her arms around Ann and gave her a hug, nuzzling her face against Ann's ample tits and sighing.
Ann's arms immediately went around Lila as she pulled her close to her breasts. "Oh, Lila," she sighed. "You're such a nice girl!"
Lila smiled to herself. She had a tremendous desire to suck on Ann's big tits and she began stroking them, pulling them underneath Ann's blouse towards her lips. Ann undid her blouse then and thrust the nearest tit into Lila's mouth.
Lila felt like she imagined Eileen had felt with her that first time. Now Lila knew what power taking the role of the aggressor gave the seducer and she liked that feeling very much.
She doubted if anyone had ever made a pass at Ann before. She knew that Ann had probably stared at many a waitress with longing but had been afraid to make a move. Lila would run this whole show, she decided, and she set about the pleasant task of Ann's seduction with all the fervor of horny youth.
Ann was moaning now, her head thrown back on the couch and her mouth open. Sweat was beginning to pop out on her brow and her head swung from side to side on the old couch.
Ann was wearing a skirt that made it easy for Lila to stick her hand up underneath it. To her surprise, Ann wasn't wearing any underpants. Lila felt the warm moistness of Ann's hot cunt and she dug her fingers inside the swollen lips and began to massage Ann's throbbing clit.
Ann spread her legs apart and seized Lila's hand. Covering it feverishly with her own, she urged Lila's hand on faster and faster.
Lila's head was spinning. She wanted all of Ann at once. Ann's blouse was open now and Lila had no problem sucking away on her tits, but she wanted to taste Ann's cunt as well. She moved down from her tits and knelt on the floor in front of the couch.
Ann was carrying on something fierce now, her babbling not making much sense to Lila, but her intent quite clear. As for Lila, the strangeness of this new cunt presented a challenge to her. She noted the curly black hairs that surrounded Ann's twat, how unlike they were from Eileen's blonde kinky ones, but the odor was similar.
She stuck her tongue in between Ann's moist slit and began licking away at her snatch like it was the finest dessert. Ann moaned and grabbed Lila's head with both her hands, crying almost in her pleasure.
Bolts of electricity seem to course through her body She could never get Gene to eat her out. Hints, outright pleading, nothing would get Gene to comply. And here was this wonderful child licking away at her snatch as though it was the most natural thing in the world! Right then and there, Ann decided that she was in love with Lila. There was nothing she wouldn't do for this terrific girl and later, when life had returned to normal for both of them, Ann had been true to her intent.
She gave Lila the best section to work in the diner, she protected her from her husband and the other girls and she supplemented her income by money she stole from her husband. Their affair had continued the whole summer, with Ann taking the initiative on many occasions, indulging Lila with her generous tongue and large tits.
As for Lila, her only regret in eventually leaving town was that she would miss Ann and what Ann had taught her. Lila learned to love being taken care of and spoiled. She liked having the use of Ann's car and easy access to her money, but Lila wanted more out of life. She knew that their affair couldn't go on forever, and she didn't want it to. She wanted someone closer to her own age. Someone that would indulge and take care of her. When she had at last made it to the Village, she had found that someone with Chris. But she still wasn't happy.