Friday, July 24, 2015

Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 114

After breakfast, Kat, Kelly, and Lexi went into town together to do some Christmas shopping, while Olivia and Ana left to return to their respective homes. There were warm hugs all around, and a few tears were shed; this was the end of an era, after all.

As she walked Olivia dialed Gina’s number. She was hoping that they would be able to get together that evening, as Olivia’s parents were on a weekend trip, giving her a rare opportunity to spend the night. But Gina hadn’t returned her calls or texts for the last couple days, and this worried her – especially since in her last mental image of Gina, Gina was in bed with Claire.

The phone rang and rang, and Olivia was just about to give up when she heard Gina’s voice on the other end. “Hi, it’s me,” said Olivia, and when Gina answered, she did not exactly sound overjoyed. This worried Olivia further still.

They caught up for a few minutes before Gina finally got around to what she had to say. Olivia had been right to be worried; Gina and Claire had been spending a lot of time together, and soon it was clear to Olivia that she was being dumped. “I care about you very much,” said Gina, “but Claire is an adult and we can have a real relationship. What you and I had could never last, isn’t that obvious?”

Olivia had to agree that it was, though it didn’t make her not feel hurt. When they finally hung up Olivia felt the tears welling up in her eyes, but she was determined to make it home before succumbing. As soon as she arrived she went to her room and lay on her bed bawling for the better part of an hour. She was surprised at the depth of the feelings this turn of events brought out in her. She guessed she had been somewhat in denial about how much Gina meant to her. On a rational level, she knew that this breakup was inevitable; but on an emotional level, it still stung.

When at last she felt cried out, Olivia stripped and took a long, hot shower. She felt, all at once, angry, defiant, resolute, sad, and strangely invigorated. By the time she was drying herself off she had come to a decision: she would get laid tonight, come hell or high water. She went through a mental list of possible candidates but came up empty; everyone was busy, out of town, or just not right for the occasion for one reason or another.

After getting dressed she sat down at her computer, got on the local Craigslist, and composed a short but sweet post for the “Women Seeking Women” section: “18 y.o. hottie looking for older woman to play with. Let’s have some fun tonight.” She attached a selfie of her tits and sat back in her chair, hardly believing what she’d just done.


* * *

That evening Samantha, Betty Ann, Janice, and Ella had managed to carve out a little personal time for themselves. The Christmas season was in full swing; they had been busy preparing for the holiday all week and tomorrow would be Christmas Eve, marking the beginning of a long series of commitments and obligations; but tonight was just for them, to rest and recharge their batteries.

Janice had the keys to Jessica’s house while she was gone, so they gathered there, drinking wine and watching bad TV. Everyone was a little horny but also very tired, so nobody made the first move.

Most of them were content but Janice was restless. This night was special, she felt, a few stolen hours that should be used for something. As the others watched TV she sat there with an iPad in her lap, initially watching porn, but nothing she found held her interest. But then she decided to get real and looked on the “Women Seeking Women” section of the local Craigslist. In their little town there was rarely anything of interest there; but tonight there was a post from an “18 y.o. hottie,” and though it was likely just bullshit, where was the harm in giving it a shot? Janice composed a quick response and sent it off, expecting nothing, but happy at just having tried.

* * *

In the late afternoon Olivia had fallen asleep for a couple of hours, and when she woke up the first thing she did was check her messages. She was disappointed, though also maybe a little relieved, to find no response to her post. She made herself a cup of tea and flipped on the TV, then sat watching stupid reality shows for the better part of 90 minutes.

At this point she was starting to feel fidgety, so she went to check her messages again, and this time there was one. “Hi there sweetie pie,” it said. “Come party with me.” The message included an attachment, a picture of a brown-haired beaver, and an address. Steeling her nerves, Olivia sent an affirmative response and went to her room to pick out clothes. She settled on a tight tank top and her shortest skirt, then touched up her lip gloss and slipped on her mother’s full-length overcoat – it was cold outside.

The address was on a street Olivia recognized, maybe a half-mile away, and the whole time she was walking she tried to talk herself out of what she was doing. “This is crazy,” she told herself. “This is how you get murdered, or kidnapped, or sold into slavery.” But her feet just kept moving, seemingly of their own accord.

It was only as she was walking up the driveway that she realized why the address had seemed familiar – this was Jessica’s house. This gave her pause. It would be embarrassing to show up this way, looking like someone who fucked random strangers – which maybe she was now, or wanted to be, but she didn’t want to advertise it to people she knew.

On the other hand, her pussy had been warming up the whole way over, as she imagined all the things that might happen to her – some of them terrible, some of them amazing, and there wasn’t always a clear line between the two. Plus it was freezing out, and she didn’t relish the prospect of walking back home. So she went up to the front door.

Even so, she paused. She could see people inside and couldn’t quite bring herself to ring the doorbell. But just then Janice spotted her and came to the door.

The door swung open to reveal Janice standing there with a triumphant, leering smile. “Well well well,” she said. “Isn’t this a coincidence.”

Janice gestured for Olivia to enter and helped her off with her coat. Seeing Ella, Samantha, and Betty there, Olivia blushed. They all said hi and she said hi back, then there were a few seconds of awkward silence. Finally Janice spoke up. “I knew you were a slut, Olivia,” she said, “but I didn’t know you were this much of a slut.”

Olivia’s face reddened a little more, and she felt an electric rush between her legs. Being called a slut always made her either really mad or really excited, and this was one of the latter.

Janice moved aggressively now. She was a pretty aggressive person normally, and even more so when she’d been drinking; tonight she was on her fourth margarita. She stripped off Olivia’s top and slapped her boobs a little to make them bounce. Then she found a pair of nipple clamps and clipped them on, turning Olivia around and bending her over the couch.

In this position the short skirt did not begin to cover Olivia’s ass, which was now high in the air. Janice gave it a few good smacks, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of Olivia’s panties and pulled them off.

After pausing to take a long pull on her margarita, Janice handcuffed Olivia’s hands behind her back and began to browse through Jessica’s implements of discipline.

“Sluts like you need to be punished,” asserted Janice. “I think we can all agree on that.” There was a murmur of assent from the crowd, and even Olivia nodded her head. Yes, she thought, I do need this. I deserve it. I want it, even.

After a minute Janice settled on the tawse and lifted it into the air, taking a few practice swings and bringing it up against Olivia’s rear to measure the distance. Then the punishment began.

Janice was not as gentle as Jessica normally was. Olivia’s ass quickly turned bright red and Janice kept up a steady rhythm, alternating cheeks, pausing occasionally only to reach down and run her hand across Olivia’s pussy, which was increasingly sopping wet.

Olivia’s cries grew louder and more anguished, and Betty and Samantha exchanged glances, wondering if they should put a stop to this. Olivia was their daughters’ friend and teammate, after all. But the look in Olivia’s eyes said she was OK. In fact, she was glad to have the emotional pain she’d been feeling replaced with physical pain. She was a little sad when Janice finally left off; she had surrendered fully to the moment, eyes closed, completely out of time.

When Olivia opened her eyes Janice was standing over her, naked from the waist down. She grabbed a handful of Olivia’s hair and pulled the younger girl’s head into her crotch. Olivia went happily to work there, breathing in the mingled smell of girl juice and sweat. Janice gripped Olivia’s head tightly, mashing her clit against Olivia’s face, smothering Olivia with her wet hole. Finally the orgasm hit her and Janice released the younger girl, who came up gasping for air but with a looking serene, beautiful, even dignified.

“OK,” said Janice, licking her lips. “Who’s next?”

Betty, Ella, and Samantha all deferred to each other, trying to be polite. Ella finally shrugged her shoulders and said, “I’ll go.”

Janice had opened another drawer and now fastened a collar around Olivia’s neck, hooked a leash into the collar, and handed the leash to Ella. Smiling her most dazzling supermodel smile, Ella slowly wound the leash around her hand, drawing Olivia closer. Olivia struggled forward on her knees, hands still bound behind her back, until she was kneeling at Ella’s feet. Ella leaned forward and gave her a warm, wet, delicious kiss.

Now Ella stood, shucked off her jeans and panties, and settled back down on the couch with her legs spread wide. She tugged on the leash and Olivia scooted forward, bending down to kiss and lick Ella’s wonderful thighs. Her thighs were the best: long, strong, soft, and smooth. Olivia lavished them with attention for so long that Ella finally grew impatient, yanking on the leash to pull Olivia's mouth over to her crotch.

Olivia got the message and ran her tongue across Ella’s slit. She tasted amazing, like candy, and Olivia needed no further encouragement, attacking Ella’s pussy with gusto.

Janice, meanwhile, had equipped herself with a strap-on and now got down onto one knee behind Olivia. She pried Olivia open with two fingers and slipped the tip of the dildo inside. Olivia’s entire body went rigid, then slowly relaxed as Janice eased the rest of the way in.

Ella and Olivia both had multiple orgasms, and when Janice pulled out Olivia sat back onto her haunches, feeling pretty well satisfied. But Janice wasn’t going to let her get away without servicing the other two ladies present. It was getting pretty late by the time the party broke up, and Janice invited Olivia to spend the night there at Jessica’s with her.

Olivia accepted, and when they crawled into bed together, it felt surprisingly natural. Olivia found Janice every bit as tender as she had earlier been strict. She rested her head on Janice’s shoulder and Janice wrapped both arms around her. Olivia felt comforted, and drifted off into a quiet and restful slumber.

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