This is a work of fiction. All characters engaging in sexual acts are 18 or older. In my fictional world, there are no STDs. My characters may act in fictional and irrational ways. Comments are always welcome. This a follow-up to Carol’s Condition – Kevin’s Story and it will make more sense if you read that one first. This one takes a while to get going. If young-mature or female-female sex makes you uncomfortable please move on. My thanks to my editor/beta reader DawnJ. Any remaining errors are my own.
Lisa’s Story
Kevin had put in for a personal day last Friday and I had a strong hunch that he’d spent the day at Brian’s house. Brian had been here at work so Kevin had been alone with Carol. Just the thought of that name caused me to squeeze my thighs together as I felt myself get wet. Damn it, Lisa get yourself together. You’ve put all that behind you, I scolded myself. Why then was I sitting in Kevin’s chair waiting to grill him on his weekend? Why in the back of my mind was I hoping for any new scrap of information about her?
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Lisa
I’d always been a ‘good girl’… always prepared at school, always got good grades, always did my chores, and helped around the house. But we were the townies in a small farming community so I’d been considered a little different, not part of the group. From preschool on, I’d only had one good friend, the daughter of the math teacher at the high school where my Dad was the principal. Still, Laura was my bestie and I didn’t care that the farm kids kept away from us.
But then disaster struck. In the summer between fifth and sixth grade, I got my period and my boobs came in like all at once. Then Laura’s Dad took a job with a larger school district and they moved, leaving me all alone. Starting sixth grade was the worst time ever. Stupid boys kept bumping into me and the girls all gave me the evil eye or avoided me all together. But the ultimate humiliation came when I was sent home by Mrs. Green for ‘being a distraction’. Mom read the note from Mrs. Green, looked me up and down, and nodded her head a bit. From then on, it was heavily padded bras or when I just couldn’t stand it anymore, hoodies or heavy cable sweaters.
Middle school was worse. Girls can be cruel and, when they were scared that their boyfriends were paying more attention to me than to them, they became vindictive. Someone spread Vasoline in front of my locker. I slipped and tore a new pair of pants and bruised my tailbone. I learned to sweep my chair for tacks before sitting and to personally turn in my homework rather than pass it forward like everyone else. By high school, I was counting the days until I could get the hell out of town.
In high school, the boys came on strong. Big boobs equated to ‘easy’ in their pea brains and they lined up to try their luck. I turned them all down. Mom and Dad were dismayed and encouraged me to be ‘more social’, and wondered why didn’t I date Bobby or George or Carl.
Why didn’t I want to date the same bastards who had made my life a living hell for the last twelve years? I have a good memory and I cataloged every insult and prank at my expense. Yeah, no thanks, not interested in being ‘more social’ with this band of asshole ‘brothers’.
I wanted to go to college and get a degree, but we didn’t have the money for that. I didn’t have the grades for a scholarship, plus schools wanted you to have a resume of extracurricular activities and/or sports and I didn’t have those, either. My parents had believed I’d marry a George or Carl and set about making grandchildren for them. I just wanted out.
Uncle Paul and Aunt Judy were my saviors. Christmas of my senior year, Aunt Judy said if I was looking to make a new start in the city, I could live in their basement until I got set up on my own. I didn’t even check to see if it was alright with Mom and Dad, I had a plan, and I was doing it. I think would have moved the day of my last exam, but Mom made me stay until after I went through the graduation ceremony.
Aunt Judy had shamed Dad into buying me a car so I could get around and find a job. So, in the first week of June, I packed everything I owned into my nine-year-old Toyota Corolla and headed to the city.
Two months later, I was the new administrative assistant for Grant Engineering’s HR department. Six months later, I called a number I found on a bulletin board at Ray’s grocery and I moved into an apartment with Monica and Jess. To my eighteen-year-old mind, Monica and Jess were the ultimate in cool. Sophisticated and witty without trying, they seemed to have the world by the horns. I could not believe they would let frumpy boring Lisa Weller live with them. I finally had friends to talk to, friends who didn’t conspire against me.
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One of my duties in HR was to get signatures on forms from employees. So, I was standing by Brian Osterman’s desk watching him sign the patent assignment forms I’d been given. As an employee, the inventions Brian came up with belonged to the company, but he had to sign over his patent rights. In return, the company gave him a dollar each and ordered a patent plaque for the main conference room.
Once Brian was done signing, I bent over and signed each form on the witness line.
“Hey, if you’re not busy today, a few of the guys are going to On Deck for lunch.”
I looked at Brian. “Okay, that sounds good.”
Walking back to HR, I wondered what the invitation meant. There was no way a super-smart engineer like Brian was interested in a schoolgirl like me. But… maybe. I felt myself blush.
Lunch was fun. Brian tried to explain what his latest invention did but, I didn’t even understand the purpose of the system that it was installed in. I just watched his eyes get excited as he explained his widget. He was usually very reserved but here he was animated and used his hands to explain how the gas and air moved and were controlled. I forgot to eat most of my burger.
Stealing a look at Brian’s file when I got back, I was disappointed to find that he was married. Figures! Well, scratch that one off the list.
At home that afternoon, I was telling Monica and Jess about my lunch ‘date’.
“So, was he cute?” Monica asked with a smirk.
“Yeah, but he’s married. I don’t even know why he asked me. He can’t be interested in me. I couldn’t follow half of what he and the other guys were talking about.”
“Lisa, believe it or not, people who work together sometimes have lunch together too, to… how do I say this, just have lunch.” Monica laughed.
“Or there could be another answer,” Jess gave me a grin. “Tell me again. When did he ask you to lunch?”
“Uhmm, when I was witnessing his signature on the patents assignments.”
“And were you sitting next to him or across the table?”
“No, I was leaning over his desk. Why?”
Monica and Jess exchanged a look and burst into laughter. “Well, he may not be interested in you but I can think of a couple of things he might have been interested in.” Jess shook as he laughed.
My face turned red. I realized that when I had bent over to sign the forms, I had given Brian a full view down my blouse. Fucking guys. Fuck you, Brian Osterman. You’re just like the assholes back home. I made a vow to avoid him in the future and to dress more conservatively.
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Brian
What are you doing? I thought. You know you can’t make friends with that girl. Friends are bad. Friends complicate things. Friends cause problems. I have to protect Carol. I repeated the personal mantra I’d developed over the last nine years.
Brian swallowed hard remembering ‘The Talk’ he’d had with Carol’s father years ago.
“Brian we need to talk about Carol,” Bob had said putting his hand on Brian’s shoulder.
“Okay,” said Brian grinning. “It’s a little early for the what are my intentions’ speech isn’t it?”
“Oh I know you two have only had three dates, but unfortunately it’s a little too late for that speech.”
“What do you mean? What’s wrong? Is Carol sick? Is she dying?” Brian was suddenly concerned.
“Let’s go into the conference room and I’ll explain.”
Brian followed Bob with a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. He already had strong feelings for Bob’s daughter and he was sure she felt the same about him.
Brian sat and looked at Bob. “Don’t string it out, Bob. Just rip the bandage off and let me have it,” he said, steeling himself for the worst.
“Well, Brian you know how they say swans mate for life? How they bond and form a union forever?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that.” Brian wondered where this was going.
“Well, Carol has formed that kind of bond with you. You’re all she talks about and she’s making plans for your future together.”
“Well, thanks for the warning Bob but I’m sure it’s just a schoolgirl crush. She’ll calm down after a while. Like you said we’ve only had three dates. We hardly know each other. Damn, you had me worried I thought you were going to tell me she had cancer or something.”
Bob gave Brian a tight-lipped look and continued. “Brian I’m sorry but we’ve had some experience with this bond thing with Carol’s older sister. It’s not a crush and she isn’t going to calm down.”
“So after just three dates, she has decided I’m the one? She’s going to be my mate for life? She’s going to make a nest for me and expect me to provide for her and the chicks? I don’t have a say in this?” I was confused and a little angry with the way this conversation was going.
“Well, we are not sure Carol had any part in deciding when or who to bond to. We think it just happens and she suddenly just knows that you are her mate. It’s like a switch in her brain is turned on. And then, snap, your life is her life, your goals are her goals and your desires are her desires. She’s been after me every night to tell her everything I know about you.”
Bob had noticed the growing frustration in my eyes. “So what if I don’t want this? I’m only twenty-two. I’m not ready to be tied down. We’ve only seen each other three times.”
“Are you telling me you don’t have any feelings for Carol? Because, well from her standpoint it’s already a done deal. So if you don’t want to be with her you’ll need to break it off immediately. You’ll have to distance yourself from her, maybe even move out of town. After what I’ve seen with her sister I have to tell you that I’m not sure what breaking the bond will do to her.” Bob’s shoulders slumped and started to look a little defeated.
“Jesus Bob, are you asking me to commit to your daughter right now? You want me to marry her? Is this your idea of a joke? It’s not very funny.” Surely there has to be some way out of this.
“No, no joke. What I want you to do is spend this weekend thinking about this and your feelings for Carol. I know this is sudden and is a huge decision. We’ll talk some more on Monday. I’m going to ask that you not see Carol until you have thought it over. Go home and see your folks and think about what you want.”
I walked back to my desk confused and mystified. Bob wasn’t a practical joker and he’d been far too serious. I knew this was real. Damn, this beautiful girl, who I barely knew, wanted me to be her mate. I got excited thinking about that. But damn, I thought I was just getting started playing the field.
I didn’t go home to see my folks that weekend. I sat and watched the ball game eating pizza and thinking. On Saturday morning, I waited until I was pretty sure Mom would be out and I called home.
“Hi Dad, how are you?”
“Doing pretty good, can’t complain. How are things with you?”
“Dad, how did you know Mom was the one?” I asked getting right into it.
“Oh, this is a serious call. Hold on a minute let me turn off the TV.” I heard Dad fumbling with the remote and then the TV went silent. “Okay, I’m back. Don’t you want to wait until your mother is home for this discussion?”
“No Dad, I’m not ready for the two-hundred-question interrogation. I’m just looking for some advice. How did you know Mom was the one?”
Dad laughed. “Well, Brian, to be completely honest, I didn’t know. I guess we never talked about this but your mother asked me to marry her, not the other way around.”
“What? I never heard that before.” I couldn’t picture my shy quiet mother, who never made a decision without consulting my father first, asking for my Dad’s hand in marriage.
“Well, it’s true. She said she had made up her mind five months before and she just got tired of waiting on me to come to the same realization. Told me I had a week to say yes or she’d pack my bags and kick me out.”
I’m learning a lot about my Mom and Dad. I didn’t know that they had lived together before they got married. “Wow! So other than the threat of losing a place to live why did you say yes?”
“Well, Brian, let me ask you some questions about this woman you’re calling about.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
“Is she a friend and a lover or a lover and maybe a friend?”
“Definitely the former. We haven’t been too physical so far.”
“Really! So, I guess this isn’t a shotgun wedding situation. So do you see her as a partner or are you feeling like her protector?”
“No Dad, there is no bun in the oven. I guess I would say she could be my partner. She’s very smart.”
“Is she independent and has her own career? Is she pushing you for a ring?”
“No, she still lives with her parents. She just graduated high school last year. She turns nineteen in a couple of months.”
Dad let out a big sigh. “Brian four years is a big age difference when you’re eighteen.”
“I know Dad but…”
“What do her parents think? Have you met them? Do they know things are getting serious?”
“It was her father who introduced us. I work with him. Bob’s the VP of Marketing here.”
“I see. How long have you been seeing this girl?”
“About five weeks now.”
Dad didn’t say anything for a long time.
“Dad?”
“Brian, I’m just going to channel your mother here.” He paused, “Brian, get your head out of your ass. You’re taking advantage of this girl and it’s way too soon for any talk of commitment,” he said in a high-pitched voice.
We both laughed because Mom would have said it exactly that way.
Dad went on. “Honestly, I’m really surprised. This doesn’t sound like you at all. But you’re a grown man and you have to make your own decisions. She must be something special if you’re thinking about popping the question. I know you and I trust that you’ll do what is best.”
Well, at least I’d confirmed what my parents would think.
I dreamed about Carol every night.
On Monday I walked into Bob’s office. “Okay, I’m in,” I blurted out, surprising myself and Bob. But I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.
Bob nodded and motioned for me to close the door.
“Son, I’m sorry to say that making that decision was the easy part. Have a seat and let me give you the rough part.”
Bob proceeded to tell me that as a part of this bond – Bob called it her condition – Carol would want to make sure that everyone that I liked would like her, as well. Everyone I loved would love her as well. She would crave this approval and would use close physical contact to make sure it happened. She wouldn’t have complete control over her actions but would be fully aware of her emotions. In short, she would want to be ‘involved’ in every relationship I had.
“Sounds like an addiction Bob,” I said. “Isn’t there some therapy she could, or we could go to?”
“Brian, if her sister Sherrie is any indicator, this bond just grows stronger over time. Sherrie won’t even talk about going to therapy. She says she knows what is right for her and Jake. She says she and Jake are happy with their lives the way they are.”
“So, Sherrie is ‘close’ to everyone Jake is?” I made air quotes when I said ‘close’.
“Yes. And I have to warn you. When I say close physical contact I mean in the biblical sense.”
“You what?”
“Brian, on Friday you said to just rip the bandage off, right? This is it. If you go forward with Carol she’ll want to sleep with everyone you are close to. I see you hanging around with Kenny and Bill and Bryan. She’ll want to have sex with each of them and will continue to want to as long as you’re friends with them.”
“And if I’m not friends with them?”
“Then she will have no interest in them. This condition doesn’t make her into a nympho or a slut. She just is compelled to be intimately involved in your relationships with others. Those you feel close to and have warm feelings for.”
I just sat there, stunned.
I had to spend a week wrapping my mind around what Bob had told me. I researched online but found nothing about the ‘condition’. I spent another week thinking and deciding.
Bob finally couldn’t wait any longer and called me into his office.
“Brian, I got to ask you to let me know what you are thinking. My little girl is climbing the walls. She says she hasn’t spoken to you and you don’t return her calls. I had to pull her out of my car this morning before I left for work. If she knew where you lived she’d be camped on your doorstep.”
“Bob, did you set me up?”
“What do you mean?”
“You introduced me to Carol. You pushed us together. You wanted us to date. I’m asking you straight up, did you trap me in this?”
“Brian, I swear I had no idea that Carol had the same condition as Sherrie when I introduced her to you. I knew you were a good guy. I knew you were smart and I had heard that you had a bright future here. I didn’t know where it would lead but yeah, I was looking for a good match for my baby girl. But I give you my word I didn’t know about the bond until it was too late.”
“Well, I’ve made a list of thirty-seven people that I feel I have a personal relationship with. I’ve decided I can lose most of those because there is no way I’d bring Carol into those friendships in the way you described. But I’ll need your help.”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to help me find a job with another engineering company. If I’m going to be with Carol we’re going to leave here and not look back.”
“I’ll do what I can, Brian. I’ll make it happen. And thank you. And Brian, call Carol. I can’t believe I saying this but go get her and take her home with you. She’s driving her mother and me nuts.”
And that is how I came to Grant Engineering and why I have no friends.
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Lisa
I was sitting minding my own business, drinking my coffee when Brian sat down across from me.
“Hey, Lisa. I haven’t seen you around for a while.”
I thought about throwing the coffee in his face. But then, I didn’t know if he had looked down my blouse. Be a grownup, Lisa.
“Hi, Brian. Yeah, they have been keeping me busy in HR for the last couple of weeks.”
We talked for five minutes and I noticed he didn’t look at my boobs once. I smiled and thought maybe he wasn’t such an asshole.
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Brian,
Friends are bad. Friends complicate things. Friends cause problems. I have to protect Carol. I thought as I walked away. Why didn’t I just keep walking when I noticed Lisa sitting there in the cafeteria, drinking her coffee, by herself? You can’t be her friend. I’d already berated myself for ogling her breasts the other day. At first, I’d been sure she had stuck them in my face on purpose. But after watching her face and noticing her actions later at lunch, I was certain she had no idea what she had done. She is just a simple naive young girl. And that’s why I’d stopped and had a chat. Something about her sitting all alone. She looked exactly like I felt all the time. Alone and with nobody to talk to.
Thirty minutes later, I punched her extension on my phone.
“Hi Brian, what can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to grab some lunch today?”
“Ah, Brian I know you’re married so I…”
“It’s just lunch, Lisa. I’m not asking you to… You know what? Never mind it was a bad idea.” I hung up.
Why had I called her? I didn’t want to and I couldn’t be her friend. Somehow I had called anyway. Well her mistrust of me had saved us both. Good for her. I opened the spreadsheet I was working on and got back to work.
Five minutes later my phone buzzed. I looked at the caller ID – Lisa -. I considered for a moment, about letting it go to voicemail and then answered.
“Hey, Lisa.”
“That was childish of me. Sorry, I know it’s just lunch. Do you still want to go?”
“Sure, want to ride with me or meet me there?”
“I’ll drive myself. Where to?”
So at noon we found a booth at Twisters and ordered our food.
She was fun to talk to. Had opinions about everything and a good sense of humor even when I kidded her about some of her naive thoughts on how she viewed the world. She told me about growing up in a farming community and I told her about growing up in the piney woods up north. It felt so good to talk to someone other than Carol or my parents about topics other than work. I was enjoying myself.
Lisa mentioned that she was saving to go to college and thought that she might be able to afford night school in a couple of years. So, when the checks came, I put my hand over hers and handed the waitress my credit card.
“Brian, you don’t have to pay for me,” she said.
“You save your money, Lisa. It’s no big deal.”
She blushed and mumbled, “thank you,” as she looked down.
Later, at about three in the afternoon, I had a nagging thought. I searched in my desk drawer until I found my copy of the company handbook. Flipping through the pages, I smiled finding the section I was looking for.
“Hi Brian,” she answered on the first ring.
“Hi. So, as an employee of HR, you should know the company handbook inside and out, right?”
“I’m just the office gofer here. It’s always Lisa get this, Lisa take that. Lisa go make copies. I don’t get involved in the rules. Why? What’s in the handbook? Am I in trouble?
“My copy is a few years old, but I’m looking at page thirty six. Do you have your copy?”
“Give me a minute…. Okay, page thirty six? Oh, educational assistance?”
“Unless they have changed the policy, after you have worked here for a year, the company will pay for your schooling including books. You could start next fall term.”
“Oh my god, Brian. Thank you. This is the best news ever.”
“Okay, got work to do. Bye.” I smiled and thought, there, I’m just being a friend. I’m not attracted to her at all.
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Lisa
I can’t believe I had accused Brian of wanting to cheat on his wife with me. Calling him back had been the scariest thing I’d done at work so far. But lunch had been so much fun. When he put his hand on mine, I blushed so red I had to hide my face in my lap. And now he’d solved my college tuition problem. I was going to college! He sure is a nice guy.
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Brian
Carol got home before me and had changed into her lounge pants and a T-shirt. She followed me into the bedroom as I changed.
She got on the bed and wrapped her arms around her legs watching me change.
“You’ve got a new friend.” It was a simple statement, not a question.
“How do you…?”
“I just know Brian. I can feel it right here,” she whispered putting her hand on her chest.
“It’s not what you think,” I said, stupidly starting to make excuses. For what I didn’t know.
“I know you. And I know you need friends. It’s okay Brian, just bring her home. I want to meet her.”
“How did you know it was a woman?”
“I just know Brian. I just know. Now get undressed and come over here and pound me into this mattress.” She pushed down her pants and pulled the shirt over her head.
I held her legs back to her ears and thrust in as deep as I could. I slammed into her again and again as she grunted out noises of approval. Carol wasn’t done with me until she’d made me cum three times, riding me once and finishing with me standing beside the bed and taking her from behind. In the second round, she’d squirted on me as she rode me, cowgirl. She hadn’t done that in a long time. She’s really horny tonight.
“You put the sheets in the washer while I get dinner going.” She smiled at me and walked away naked with my load flowing down her legs. She hadn’t acted like this in a long time either. Grinning, I knew I was in for a good night.
She stayed naked during dinner, eating her food suggestively as her eyes twinkled. My dessert was licking chocolate syrup and whipped cream off her nipples.
After dinner, Carol told me to pick out a movie and had me sit beside her on the couch. She pulled out a bottle of lube and said, “Let’s see how long I can keep you hard.”
When she finally let me cum, after two and a half hours of a luxurious hand job, I spewed all over the coffee table. She laughed and measured the distance with her hands. “A new world record,” she giggled.
As I was nodding off in bed, spooned around Carol, I heard her whisper, “bring her home Brian.”
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Lisa
Brian asked me to lunch again the following week. We had such a good time at Twisters that we went there again.
“So I talked to my supervisor and I’ve got an application in at the community college.”
“That’s great Lisa. You’ll do great there. What will you study?”
“I’m going to get a degree in Human Resource Management. My supervisor says with a two-year degree I can become an HR generalist and with a bachelor’s degree I could be an HR manager someday.”
“I’m very happy for you.”
Lisa looked at me quizzically.
“Is there something you want to tell me? You look like there is something on your mind.”
“No, yeah well yes, there is something. I, we, were hoping you would come over for dinner this week. Carol would like to meet you.”
I sat there with my mouth hanging open. “Your wife wants to meet me? Why?”
Holy crap, I thought, what did she want? Probably to warn me to keep away from her man. I felt my face starting to heat up.
“It’s not bad Lisa. I just was mentioning you and she said she wanted to meet you.”
“I see. I’m not sure, tell me about your wife.”
Brian proceeded to tell me about Carol. How he had met and married her when she was my age. How she was a financial auditor at an insurance company downtown. What a financial auditor does and why they are needed. In the end, I agreed to dinner at their home that Friday. Now I had three days to get nervous.
I followed Brian’s directions to his house Friday evening. His subdivision was a hundred times nicer than anything in my hometown. He had a big house on a corner lot. They must make a ton of money, I thought as I rang the bell.
The door opened and this beautiful woman smiled at me. Holy shit Brian, you didn’t tell me your wife was a model! She was shorter than me by a couple of inches and very stylish. She had on a short dress that hugged her body and accented all her curves. Her blonde hair was done up in a bun and her makeup was so perfect you could hardly tell she had any on. I had dressed in a loose blouse and a heavy brown skirt for tonight. I could never do anything with my hair and I was a disaster with makeup. Monica had been right when she looked me over and said, “Well Brian’s wife won’t think you’re trying to win him away dressed like that.” At the time the comment had made me feel safe. Now the contrast made me a little sick to my stomach.
“Hi, I’m Carol and you must be Lisa,” she said.
“Ah, hi, yes, nice to meet you.”
She invited me in and put my purse on a table in the foyer.
“You have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you, we like it. We’ve been here for almost ten years now.”
Brian joined us and we sat in the living room talking. Carol got up periodically to check on dinner. It smelled wonderful. We ate at the kitchen table, chicken cacciatore, something I’d never had before. It was so good. Carol had made warm Italian bread and a salad as well. Even though Brian said I wasn’t old enough, Carol insisted I have a glass of red wine with the meal. It was the best meal I ever had. I was having the best time and they both made me feel so welcome.
After dinner, we moved back to the living room and that is where the evening started to fall apart. We had just sat down and Brian had refilled my wine glass. I’d used a long-stem wine glass maybe three or four times before but, as I reached for the glass this time my fingers fumbled on the stem and I spilled the entire glass down my front.
“Oh honey, come with me,” Carol exclaimed as she hopped up and grabbed my arm.
She pulled me down the hall and into their very nice bathroom.
“Strip those off and I’ll rinse them out and pop them into the washer.” She started unbuttoning my blouse.
I was used to taking directions from my mother, so I just did as I was told and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor.
Carol tsked, “You’ve soaked your panties and bra too. Give me those as well. I’ll get you a towel and you can take a shower.
She bundled up my clothes and stepped through a door to the laundry room. She came right back with a big towel and, turning me towards the walk-in shower, she lightly smacked my butt and told me to rinse off while she got the wash going.
I rinsed off trying to not get my hair wet and when I opened the shower door Carol was standing there with the towel. I tried to take it from her but she just started to dry me off as my mother used to when I was six or eight.
“Lisa, you have to take better care of your skin, honey, it’s very dry.” She spread the towel across a bench. “I’ll be right back.”
She went into the laundry room again and brought me back a fluffy robe. Opening a cabinet, she pulled out a bottle and said, “Coconut oil. It does wonders to hydrate the skin. Lay down on the bench and let me show you.”
My head was spinning. Here was this lovely woman treating me like a cross between a little girl and her best friend as I stood there buck-naked in her bathroom. I wrapped the robe around me and did what I was told.
Wetting her hands with the oil, she started with my hands and my arms. She massaged my skin and rubbed in the oil. It felt heavenly. After my arms, she moved to my feet and nearly sent me over the edge, it felt so good. I moaned when she moved away from my feet to oil my ankles and lower legs. She added more oil to my knees and then went to work on my thighs. I was in such bliss that I didn’t notice as she nudged my legs apart to get to my inner thighs.
I should have stopped her when she ran her fingers through my bush. I should have told her “No”, as her hands, working on my thighs, got closer and closer to my pussy. But my head was floating in the clouds. Everything just felt wonderful and I didn’t want it to stop. Adding some more oil to her hands she spilled a bit directly onto my clit and I felt it as it ran down my lips.
“Oh, sorry,” she said and ran the palm of her hand up my slit to mop it up.
My eyes rolled back in my head.
Carol massaged both her hands up the inside of my thighs until her thumbs were just beyond my outer lips. I felt my sex open like a flower and I added my own lubrication to the oil covering me. Then, I felt her mouth on me, moving slowly up, up until her tongue found my clit.
My mind dissolved the room and the walls. All that existed were her tongue and my pussy. I ran my tongue across my teeth and my lips as I felt the heat of her mouth on me. My nipples were hard and I was so wet it was flowing down to my ass. Carol went on forever and not long enough. I was on the edge of cumming when she reached out and pinched my sensitive nipples.
My head exploded and I growled out something between a moan and a strangled cry as my legs shook uncontrollably. I couldn’t breathe and I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
At that moment the washer buzzed.
Carol lifted her head. Smiling, she kissed me right on my sex and said, “I’ll be right back.”
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I thought, pulling the robe back around me. I’d let a woman touch me down there! She’d kissed me and licked me and, and I. Had. Liked. It! I’d just had the best orgasm of my life. I was so wet. What was wrong with me?
Before Carol could come back, I ran from the bathroom and down the hall, nearly falling as I slipped on the wood floors with my oil-covered feet. I slammed my feet into my shoes and snatched up my purse. I was in my car, backing out of the driveway in seconds. I was halfway home before I realized I only had the robe on.
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Brian
The door slammed waking me. I must have dozed off. I heard a car pulling away. And then Carol was curled up in my lap crying hard.
“Oh Brian, I think I just traumatized that poor young girl.”
“Oh Carol, I’m sure you’re wrong. I am sure everything is going to be fine. Tell me what happened.”
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Lisa
As I sat there, waiting for Kevin to arrive, I remembered the rest of that night long ago.
I got home just after Monica had returned from her early evening booty call and she caught me trying to sneak into the apartment in just the robe.
“Hi Lisa, looks like you had a fun night. Where are your clothes?”
“I spilled wine on them. I’m gonna go to bed.”
“Uh-uh girlfriend, you’re going to sit down right on that couch and tell me what happened. Your face is red as a beet.”
And so I did. Starting with the meal and then the wine and the bathroom and every detail that had happened. It just poured out of me. Monica just stared at me wide-eyed and didn’t interrupt until I was done.
“Damn girl, that is so hot! This was your first time with a girl?”
“It was my first time with anyone,” I muttered.
“Well, you sure do know how to make a start. Why doesn’t shit like that ever happen to me?”
Over the next few days, Monica and Jess helped me wrap my head around that night and my feelings about it. Jess was convinced Brain had groomed me to be his wife’s plaything. I didn’t think so. Brian and Carol had never acted creepy toward me and I’d been having a great time until I spilled the wine. Jess was convinced I’d been raped and was going to call the police. I had to beg him not to.
Monica persuaded me that I wasn’t a lesbian unless I felt it in my soul. I knew I had never looked at other women or had felt like that toward another girl. She even had me put my hand on her breast and tell me how it made me feel. I just wanted to take my hand away. But, when I thought about Carol, I still got flushed for months afterward. In the back of my mind, I knew I’d liked what had happened and I certainly never tried to stop it.
I still feel ashamed that I kind of stalked Carol for several months after that night. I followed her to work and to the grocery store until I nearly got caught. I told myself to grow up and leave her alone. And I had for the last eight years.
Of course, I’d avoided Brian ever since. The most I’d said to him in eight years had been when Kevin had hired in and I’d brought him to Brian’s office to be his assistant.
I’d been over this. I was done with it. And then Brian had made Kevin his friend. Now Kevin was seeing Carol, I was sure. I know Kevin had been a lot happier lately. A lot happier. And I found that I was jealous.
I looked up and saw Kevin walking towards me. I shuddered imagining I could feel Carol’s tongue on my clit.
Next up: Carol’s Condition-Kevin’s Birthday Party.