Lisa’s First Sleepover, Round Two
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Just a little reminder: Yes, Lisa is based on MY Lisa, but the fictional Cheryl in no way reflects my life, which was nothing like the life of our heroine. Still, this Cheryl does represent me as it relates to the relationship with Lisa. There is even a link in this chapter that takes you to a story that is 100% autobiographical concerning the two of us, including the verbal exchange referenced in the link. In a way, this Cheryl’s life is a fantasy of the life I wish I could have had, but quite a bit of Part Three is based on true events, which will be discussed/confessed in the author’s notes for this erotic e-book, which will be published after the book’s completion. I have Lisa’s permission to tell you these things. – C.T.
It was Aunt Emmy’s turn with the twins, and Jenna, Lisa, and I started making love to each other. I was happy my lover was able to experience my sister, and I hoped it would lead to Lisa allowing her sister and me to get together.
Mom, Danni, and Cindy were together in a corner of the room, too. I could hear them coming, but I rarely looked over to see what was happening. I was much too busy with Jenna and Lisa.
Lisa and I started by making out with Jenna before Lisa moved to my sister’s tits. After a moment, I joined my lover and we were both making oral love to Jenna’s boobs. They weren’t that big — she still wore an A-cup bra — but they were certainly sensitive and beautiful.
While I made love to one breast, I watched Lisa out of the corner of my eye to see what she liked to do to Jenna’s other breast. It’s common knowledge that girls will do to another girl what they like done to them — if the girl is into girl-girl sex, of course.
I made mental notes of how Lisa liked to flick her tongue across the puckered nipple before biting it gently. It was easy to see that my girlfriend loved boobs. She seemed to be in another world.
Jenna whimpered and her body spasmed briefly. I realized this was a response to something I didn’t know had happened. Glancing down Jenna’s tummy, I saw Lisa’s fingers in her cunt, deftly massaging her clit and wetting her fingers in my sister’s cream.
Lisa began her journey down Jenna’s tummy. I watched as she made her way to the delicious slit, only to bypass it and move to her thighs. Her fingers left the pussy behind, and I heard Jenna whimper once more at the loss of my girlfriend’s touch on her most sensitive spot.
I looked at Jenna. Her face was a mirror of the intense feelings she was having. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating, like a guitar string wound too tightly to the point it was about to break.
I knew that feeling; I’d been there before. Her clit was so sensitive at that point that I could have put my face an inch from her clit and blown on it and she would have come.
I would have done just that, except that I felt this was Lisa’s opportunity to reward Jenna for her role in bringing Lisa to climax earlier. I could almost feel that exact thought coming from my lover.
I returned to my sister’s boob while keeping one eye on what Lisa was doing. She was now between Jenna’s spread legs, inching her way up her thigh with kisses. Each kiss was a step closer to the pussy that I knew would be literally running juices down to her butthole. It seemed nobody could produce more pussy cream than Jenna. I was always amazed at the puddles she could leave behind.
“Are you ready to come?” I heard Lisa ask, her face now poised above my sister’s mound.
“Uh-huh,” Jenna said. “Please?”
“You want me to lick your clit, don’t you?” Lisa asked.
Jenna only nodded, apparently too turned on to speak.
“You’re longing for me to release the orgasm, aren’t you?”
Jenna whimpered.
“Are you glad I’m with Cheryl?”
Jenna both nodded and whimpered this time. I was mesmerized by how Lisa was building Jenna up to a massive orgasm. I thought again how a mere breath could bring her off and wondered if that would happen since Lisa’s face was so close to my sister’s clit.
I watched as Lisa stuck her tongue out and licked at the clit without making contact. She was grinning at Jenna, knowing she was making this all the better by holding off a bit longer to make contact with the juicy pussy.
“Oooh!” Jenna moaned. “Makemecomemakemecomemakemecome,” she said.
“Ready?” Lisa asked, grinning.
“Please!”
With that, Lisa pushed her face down onto Jenna’s pussy, covering it with her mouth and Jenna went into orbit.
Her hips bucked and spasmed. I had my hand on her tummy and I could feel the ripples of the orgasm as it traveled through my sister’s body and caused her muscles there to tighten and relax, tighten and relax.
I watched and realized Lisa’s hand was somewhere on Jenna’s body down there. Was it in her pussy, fucking her with her fingers? In her butthole? I didn’t know, at least not then, but when my lover separated herself from my sister, I could see she had her thumb in Jenna’s pussy and her index finger in her butthole. Double pleasure.
Lisa and I moved into a sixty-nine as Jenna recovered from the physical explosion she had just experienced. My sister watched us make love.
My face planted itself between Lisa’s legs and she did the same for me. Lisa’s pussy was dripping her juices. Apparently, what she’d done to Jenna had gotten her extremely horny. And the amount of fluids rivaled what Jenna could produce. I was in heaven.
I glanced at Jenna and she was playfully tweaking her own nipples, first one then the other. Then she moved to my boobs and began sucking them while Lisa ate my cunt.
Within minutes, Lisa and I were both coming. Tremors seized us, shook us to the core of our bodies, and subsided. I wasn’t sure if our orgasms rivaled the one Jenna had experienced at Lisa’s hands, but I didn’t care. They basically left me numb, which was certainly good enough.
We all lay back to relax and watch the others in the room. The twins had mounted Aunt Emmy, who was lying on her back on the soft carpet. Sonia was straddling my aunt’s hips, rubbing her pussy back and forth over Aunt Emmy’s, tribbing with an expertise that was more than rare in an eleven-year-old girl. Sophia had placed her little cunt against Emmy’s mouth, and Aunt Emmy was busy drinking in the wetness the young girl produced.
In this way all three of them were moving towards a climax. It seemed possible they could come at the same time, based on how close each of them appeared to be.
Mom, Danni, and Cindy were together in another area of the room. Danni was fucking Cindy with a vibrating dildo, shoving it in and out of Cindy’s wet cunt, while licking my mom. Mom’s free hand was buried in her own pussy, and Cindy was using both her hands as well, one finger-fucking Danni, whose cunt was within easy reach; the other rubbing her clit just above where the vibrator was going in and out of her cunt.
Again, all three of them were being stimulated in some fashion, and they, too, were approaching a wonderful three-way orgasm.
As Jenna and I watched, we let our own fingers drift down to our pussies, which we rubbed softly. Lisa noticed this and joined in. Within minutes Aunt Emmy and the twins were coming, grunting and moaning their orgasms out. Seconds later Mom, Danni, and Cindy had joined them. This made the three of us teenagers anxious to reach another climax, and we sped up our masturbation efforts, increasing the pressure on our clits as well. The three of us came within about thirty seconds of each other.
Exhausted for the moment, we all took some time to recuperate from the powerful results of our fun.
Lisa looked at me and said, “Oh my God. That was amazing.”
I agreed and leaned over to kiss her. Both of us having just come, not for the first time that day, the kiss was more romantic than sexual.
“I love you,” she said, and my heart sang.
“Not as much as I love you,” I answered.
“Oh, yes. As much, or more,” she replied.
This verbal exchange of love became our own way to speak these most important words. My eyes filled with tears of happiness, and I smiled at my lover. I was head-over-heels in love in a way I never knew existed. I knew I’d been lucky enough to find my life partner at age eighteen. I just hoped she saw this relationship lasting a lifetime as well.
We all finally got off the floor and headed to the kitchen for some food and drink. Sex makes one hungry, so a lot of sex makes one famished.
After we finished stuffing ourselves and were gathered in the family room again, Lisa’s phone rang.
Grunting an exclamation of irritation, she picked it up.
“Hello?”
The caller said something, and I watched as Lisa turned pale, the blood seeming to drain from her face.
“Why are you calling me?”
More from the caller while Lisa listened, irritation apparent on her face.
“Listen –” Lisa noticed we were all watching her. Discomfort replaced the irritation. “Hold on a sec,” she said to the caller.
“Um, does anyone mind if I take this call to the kitchen?”
“Certainly,” Mom said.
I watched as the love of my life walked out of the room. I was upset, wondering who it was that had called, yet dreading finding out. I knew whatever this was about would not be good news. Lisa apparently had not wanted to hear from this person.
Then it hit me. Brenda. It had to be Brenda calling. Of course, there could be something else going on and I was totally wrong, but my imagination ran away into the land of dread and heartbreak. I wondered if she was calling to try to win Lisa back. And if she were, would Lisa listen?
Hours went by, or seemed to. Five minutes after leaving the room, Lisa returned to the gathering of people just nosey enough to want to know what the call was about, but polite enough not to ask.
Lisa sat down beside me and smiled at me in what can only be described as a sympathetic smile, perhaps even to the point of pity. She felt bad for me. That was not a good sign.
She fidgeted with her flip phone for a moment, twirling it in her palm before speaking.
“I’m sorry. I know you have to be wondering what that was about.”
I spoke up, revealing my fear. “I don’t know. Maybe not.”
She looked at me and could easily tell I was scared out of my mind.
“It was actually someone you know,” she said.
“Brenda?” I asked, waiting for the grenade that was the word ‘yes’ to arrive.
“No,” she said, surprising me.
Then I was puzzled. Lisa knew I would not like the news, so if it hadn’t been Brenda on the phone, then who could it be that Lisa knew would upset me? Were her parents calling her, telling her she could never see me again? Would we turn into a modern day, lesbian form of Romeo and Juliet? My mind struggled to think of all the bad scenarios that Lisa’s news about that call would bring.
I realized I might not know the name of the caller yet, but the end result would be that Lisa would break up with me.
Despite my fear, or maybe because of it, I asked, “Then who?” Even I could hear the tightness in my throat as I fought back the tears.
“You know Clare Cashion, don’t you?”
Clare? Clare, the girl who hated me most in the world? She was calling the girl I was so much in love with? It was even a surprise to me that Lisa knew her.
The odd thing was Mom, Danni, and I answered simultaneously. “Clare?”
“What the fuck did she want?” I added, unable to hide my anger at the girl who had blackmailed me when we were in middle school. Danni knew her because she’d been a teacher at that school.
“She said that–” Lisa stopped to take a deep breath and waved her hands in front of her eyes to help prevent herself from crying. Looking at me, she said, “Can we go somewhere to be alone?”
“Sure,” I said, and we walked to the bedroom I shared with my sisters. I could feel my family’s concern as we left.
Sitting beside me on the bed, she spoke, still obviously holding back from crying. “She said that she’d fucked… my dad.” The tears started. She did her best to control her crying and said, “She said she’s going to charge him with raping her if I don’t leave you.”
The dam burst and she was sobbing, and she had plenty of reason to. First, she had just found out her father had engaged in sex with a student at UCLA, thus cheating on her mom and endangering his job. Then she had been told that the only way to keep him out of both jail and the news was to leave me.
I pulled her close and held her, and of course I was crying by then as well.
When she was able to talk again, she said, “I don’t know what to do! I thought I’d finally found someone I could be with the rest of my life, and now… THIS!”
It was funny how her words had opposing effects on me. I was both thrilled and devastated. She did love me as much as I loved her, but there was now a major obstacle in our way.
We cried some more and then Mom was standing in the doorway.
“Are you two going to be alright?” she asked, clearly troubled by the depth of sorrow we were feeling.
Lisa was the one who looked at her and said, “No,” before burying her face in my shoulder and sobbing.
“Please tell me what’s going on,” Mom said. “We’ve had to deal with Clare before, and I don’t mind doing it again.”
I said, “I don’t know if we could do anything about this.”
“We still have the video,” Mom said.
“She told me you had something on her but that she didn’t care. She said she could chalk that up to being young and stupid, but that she also had something on you,” Lisa said, her tears drying up enough to allow conversation.
“She knows Cheryl, Jenna, and I all have sex with each other,” Mom said.
“But she doesn’t have proof of it, Mom,” I said. “She can’t prove we do!”
“That doesn’t matter, honey. Too many people would believe it because they like to think the worst of others. Just the hint of it would destroy my career, not to mention ruining your life and Jenna’s.”
“I wish she’d get run over by a bus,” I said.
“That’s no way to talk, Cheryl,” Mom said. “What’s the price this time?”
Although I could tell Lisa was a bit confused about our past with Clare, she answered my mom’s question.
“She told me I have to leave Cheryl. Never see her again except when passing each other on campus.” That sounded like the most painful part of all — seeing each other and not being able to actually be together.
“Why is she so hell-bent on making my life miserable?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Mom said. “But she sure is trying hard to do just that.” Then she changed the subject back to dealing with this latest Clare problem. “I’ll think about this and see what can be done.”
“She told me I have to go home tonight or she’s calling the police, and I’m afraid not to do what she says,” Lisa said.
“How did she know you were here?”
“She called my house and asked for me. She talked to Rachel, who has no idea Clare’s the personification of evil.”
“Same shit, different day,” I said. Lisa looked at me, wondering what our past with Clare was. “I’ll tell you on the way to your place,” I said.
We got dressed and Mom drove us to Lisa’s, insisting I was in no shape to drive because I was so upset. I argued that I was fine, but she was right. I probably would have plowed into something if I’d driven.
On the way, I let Lisa know all about Clare and her blackmailing scheme with me and my family.
When we got to Lisa’s, I went inside with her. Mom said I could take my time, but I knew I wouldn’t be long.
When we walked in the door, we found her mom, dad, and sister watching a program on TV. Lisa stared daggers at her father and stormed into her room without a word, slamming the door.
“What is wrong?” Lisa’s mother asked, obviously stunned by what had happened.
I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back out, got into the car with Mom, and burst into tears.
I wanted to say good-bye to Lisa, but I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t that she had more or less locked herself in her room. It was that I simply didn’t want to say the words. I was being superstitious and hoping if I never said good-bye, we would always be together. That final good-bye was just too disturbing.
Instead, I cried all the way home and even wept softly until I finally drifted off to sleep, thanks to some help from an over-the-counter sleep aid Mom had in her medicine cabinet.
The last thought I remember was hoping something dreadful would happen to Clare.
Continue on to Chapter 75
Our mother and father always had a habit of going out together once a month or so and leaving us at home. When we were little, they would hire a babysitter to watch us, but after Lori — my big sister, four years older — turned twelve, they decided she was sufficiently mature to take care of me on her own for a few hours.