i kissed lissel's shoulder. she turned around and faced me, her
blues eyes soft and dreamy. she hugged me tightly and kissed my lips. "hi
there, would it bother you if i told you that you're wonderful ms.
mccord?" her smile was so pretty, she gently touched my lips. "and
you're brave too, i worried about you there in leroy's apartment."
she played fondly with my breasts, i felt for her butt, other than her
face, that was the most exciting feature about lissell, though she had
so many. she whispered into my ear. "this is a dream isn't it, i
mean, no one can really feel this good can they?" i kissed her,
god, she was good. her hand reached down to my groin and kneaded gently.
she touched my clit, and moaned slightly, then inserted two fingers and
moved them in and out while her thumb teased me unmercifully. i put my
hand between her legs and reveled in her softness. i sucked her nipples
until they became very erect, they were bigger than mine and it really
didn't seem like they would fit in a b bra, maybe it was some kind of a
cop thing. "god carlee, love me, please." and she pushed my
head down between her legs, she kept her hands in my hair, brushing
gently. as i licked and sucked, i put my hands on her feet and rubbed,
they were so long and soft, and so pretty. "oh! there carlee, right
there, please don't stop, oh god, don't stop!" she enveloped my
head with her long legs."oh baby, now!" she moaned and bucked
and contracted, i felt that i was going to smother, but i wouldn't have
quit for anything. i didn't know whether she was going to finish or not.
gosh, lissell was a hungry creature.
i sat up in the bed, between her legs, my hands on her knees. i
looked down at her, she was beautiful, perfect breasts, perfect belly
button, perfect face. "i'll do anything you want carlee."
i smiled, "you could make us a drink love." lissell
jumped out of the bed and grabbed our glasses, the area was dimly lit,
and she wiggled across to the kitchen carefully. she handed me mine
and sat down beside me. she was smiling, not just with her lips, but
with her mind, her body, her psyche. it almost made me cry. i reached
down to the floor beside the bed and grabbed the last box of marlboro
that andy had gotten for me. i lit the fourth to the last, and inhaled
deeply. lissell wraped her arm around my waist.
"you really enjoy that don't you?"
"smoking?"
"yes."
"no, it's you i enjoy, smoking's a lousy habit, i'm trying to
stop, but i can't be trusted." we laughed.
"hold me tight carlee." and i did. i did enjoy lissell,
how great it was to be with her. she put her hand in mine and brought
it to her lips. she looked directly into my eyes. "do you mind?"
i didn't answer. she kissed the tips of each finger, her blue eyes
looked into my mind's eye. "can i file this one?"
"tomorrow you can." she hugged my hand, then lay gently
on top of me.
"am i too heavy?" i didn't answer. she kissed my neck.
"you're driving me crazy lissell, you know that." i said.
lissell smiled, then kissed my breasts. i could have cum, lissell was
some kind of a lover. i spread my legs far apart, then wrapped them
around her waist. she grabbed my foot and held it tightly. we moved,
together, the position was right, it wouldn't take much more to get me
there. lissell was doing most of the work and was breathing hard now.
"oh my god carlee." she whispered. i was feeling that way
too. beads of sweat popped out on my forehead, i could hold back no
longer, she couldn't either. "god!!" and we came, wave after
wave of delight, it was beautiful. when it was over, we lay on our
backs in sheer exhaustion. my breathing slowed before hers. her
breasts were slick with prespiration. she kissed me.
i may have dozed off, i couldn't really tell. "are you curious
about margo carlee?" of course i was, but i wasn't going to ask.
"i haven't ask you about her." i answered.
"i know you haven't, and i appreciate that." i didn't say
anything, knowing that she wanted me to. i reached over her for my
drink and sat up in bed with my legs crossed. "margo is exactly
as she appears. an over-the-hill dyke who likes girls. well enough to
provide for them, send them to school, feed and house them, in return
for a few small favors."
"you don't have to tell me this lissell." i stammered.
"i know, but i want to. margo does things like bite me and
then take pictures of the damage, she doesn't hurt us really."
us, that must refer to brianna. "i think she has a web site or
something. she was my instructor in civil law two years ago, and
invited me over to her house for a proposition one night. when i got
there, she offered me a thousand dollars in cash to undress in front
of her." she paused, and suddenly looked very guilty. "i did
that, and she handed over ten one hundred dollar bills. i was living
in a duplex on eastern parkway, i was really strapped for money, had
no car, took a bus to the university. i had several grants and
scholarships from school, and a large student loan i was trying to pay
back each month, robbing peter to pay paul, and margo offered this
fantastic deal. sometimes i feel like a prostitute, like now."
she started crying. some people can cry and i can overlook it, others,
you have to address. lissel was one of the others. tears should never
taint those lovely cheeks. i hugged her.
"please don't lissell, please don't cry, it's alright baby."
i rubbed her neck, beneath her long red hair. gosh, i didn't do much
better with pork pie. "we do what we have to do lissell."
she sniffed.
"thank you, you're a dear." she said.
"is brianna a later pick?" i asked.
"brianna's a child carlee, only nineteen, her relationship
with margo is entirely different from mine."
i was afraid to ask what the difference was, not at this time
anyway. lissell was tired and so was i, the night had been busy. i had
to meet dad tomorrow about the house, and lissell had classes. i
kissed her and told her that we should sleep. she agreed, and looked
as if she felt better. i pulled the covers up over her and headed for
the bathroom, god, did i have to pee. "hey, don't forget your
boots, i polished them and they're-----". she was sound asleep.
she resembled an angel. i love girls as they sleep, so peacful, so
eloquent. i kissed her cheek and crawled in beside her.
i woke up at 8:30, slept like i had been drugged. i turned over,
and lissell was gone. oh yes, an early class. i looked in the corner
for her boots, they were gone too, as was the evidence pack from
leroys. gosh, i never did get around to telling her she could stay
here in case margo threw her out. i called carie. of course she was
working, but i left a ninety second message on her thirty second
answering machine, instructing her to let lissel in if she came by.
dad called at nine, i had finished my bath and was dressed and
drinking coffee.
"hellllooo."
"hey, did they give you the day off honey.?"
"as a matter of fact, yes they did, father of mine." and
a great deal more.
"great, when are you leaving?"
"in about a half an hour."
"hi babe." it was mikey, his voice just shined.
"hey handsome, are you going to be there when i get there?"
"you bet, can hardly wait." he answered. i was glad mikey
moved to owensboro after dad retired, he was an old and dear friend,
and i believed that dad needed him now.
"listen, you guys are going to have to let me get on with my
primping if i'm going to be on the road in thirty minutes you know."
i teased. he hung up, gosh, i was only kidding.
"wear something pretty angel, and a sweat shirt might be
needed, it's cool on the river after dark." the other phone, ok,
i forgot.
"be there soon dad."
"drive carefully sweet." gosh, this was beginning to
sound like a very nice day. i had a date at the zoo tomorrow though,
so i probably couldn't stay much after dark.
a honey bun and a third cup of java was breakfast for this
champion, a trip to the bathroom, and a squirt or two of "beautiful"
and i was ready after i brushed my teeth. owensboro was about an hour
and a half away barring traffic jams, dad talked like i lived in
istanbul, but it was really fairly close. i stuck me head out the
window to check the weather, felt warm to me, but i would take a sweat
shirt anyway, because i was told to. i wore a pink "old navy"
cotton top and matching shorts, white nike socks and shoes, my hair
was squeeky clean, and in a pony tail. i looked rested, i thought,
after a very trying week. i was looking forward to being with sidney
in the morning.
andy called as i was walking out the door. "carlee, if your
serious about this racing thing, i'll have to place our bet tomorrow."
"oh, andy, i haven't forgotten about it, but i've been so
busy, how's it going with your daughter?" i asked.
"great, she want's to meet you awfully bad."
" in a hurry andy, can i write you a check and drop it off,
are you at work?"
"yeah, that will be alright carlee, are you going out of town?"
"yes andy, and i'm running behind, see you in a few minutes."
i sat down and pulled my checkbook out of my purse. god, pork pie
anderson, i'm trusting you. my bank book was never right, i looked at
my picture of andy's babe, he seemed to be smiling, that had to be a
good omen. $1,200.00, that was pushing it close, but, that's how i was
running my life lately. alright, i did it, i carried my sweat shirt
and myself out to the car. i was traveling light, even lighter if our
horse didn't win.
andy looked nice, like he was enjoying himself, i kind of wished he
could come over tonight. "$1,2000 to win carlee?"
"yep, is that extravagant?"
"fool hearted, i would have said a couple of weeks ago."
i smiled. "and then i met you." i kissed his cheek, right
there in the store.
"i've got to run dear, i really have to, call you tomorrow
night if i can." i had forgotten the odds and stuff, if this
horse won, how rich would i be? i smiled, and stopped to fill up with
gas. the price had climbed to $1.20 a gallon, damn. my gas tank was
small though, i think it held a little over ten gallons, maybe i'd
have enough to get back here.
"hey lady, your back left is almost flat and you ain't got any
tread on it."
"i know that." i said, with a degree of irritation.
"ya want me should put a bit of air in it?"
"why not." i answered. i knew my car was old, and i knew
that i hadn't changed tires in four years, hell, after pork pie
anderson makes me rich, i'll buy a brand new car, a honda maybe.
there was very little traffic on the road this morning, i drove 60
and 70 mph and reached owensboro in record time for me. i checked out
my watch when i turned on daviess street "your travel time has
been one hour, twenty six minutes, and fourteen seconds carlee mccord."
"thank you." i said so it. hell, my watch was probably
worth more than my car. oh! there was dad, and mikey, mr. leisure and
ms. darcey. god, they looked good. dad and mikey had on matching
shorts and blue 2nd army short sleeve sweat shirts, mr. leisure his
regular khacki work clothes (i had never seen him in anything else)
and ms. darcey an old cotton reddish cotton dress, that i remembered
from years ago. they all came over when i stopped the car in the drive
way. i got out and hugged the guys, then ms. darcey.
"carlee, you look just wonderful." she said. i smiled.
"are you able to keep these guys straight ms. darsey?" i
asked.
"well, i kept you straight for many years dear, these three
aren't near the challange." i hugged dad again, and i couldn't
hold the tears back.
"i've missed you so angel." he softly said, and i think
everyone teared up.
"mikey, you look tens years younger." i said.
"feel it too, retirement is working wonders for me and bill
both." i was beginning to believe that.
"and mr. leisure, please quote me one of you axioms, it seems
like years since i've heard a piece of your wonderful philosophy."
"well, let me think, ah, 'big girl, big pussy, little girl,
all pussy.'" i hugged him.
"i'll remember that one forever."
"me too, and i'm going home." ms. darcey said. dad and
mikey smiled, they looked like a couple of kids. "come over
carlee, before you have to get back."
"thanks ms. darcey, i will." what lovely people.
"go pee carlee." dad said.
"daddy!"
"go on, we have reservations at the moonlite." gosh, the
moonlite bar-be-que, wow, i hadn't eaten there in years. i went to
pee. dad and mikey came inside.
"did i ever tell you about the first time i ever met your
daughter bill?"
"i was there mikey."
"no, you were flying in, I fell in love with her in less than
ten minutes, a record for me."
"oh, i don't know mikey, there was that french girl in nam
that i think was about five." the two of them laughed. "she's
quite addictive." it was wonderful to hear laughter in this house
again. it was nice to be at home.
the moonlite was only five miles from the house. i though that mr.
leisure was coming with us, but dad said that his wife was quite ill,
and he couldn't. big girl, big pussy, oh well, he was still one of my
all time favorites. the moonlite was weightwatchers curse. they have a
buffet to die for. bill clinton ate there last year and said it was
the best place he had ever eaten. their specialty is mutton, sheep
smoldered many hours over hickory wood. it was only a few years ago
where owensboro had a monopoly on this, but its popularity has grown.
they hold an annual bar-be-que festival in this city which has become
an international event. loin is my favorite, with burgoo, bar-b-qued
beans, corn bread, smoked ear of corn and strawberry pie. one million
calories and the road to coronary occlusion, but what a way to go. we
ate heartily
"are you excited about the house carlee?" dad asked.
"yeah, are you pumpkin?" mikey chimed in.
"curious, at any rate."
"they call it the gingerbread house." mikey stated.
"oh, you can get in lots of trouble living in a gingerbread
house." i said, as i sipped burgoo, and ate corn bread.
"no witches or goblins at this one carlee, just hoot owls and
doves of peace." mikey expained.
"how's your meal carlee?" dad interupped.
"great dad, couldn't be better."
"can i get you something else?" he asked.
"gosh, no, if i can get through this pie, i won't need
anything else for a week." and i did get through the strawberry
pie.
"carlee," dad said as we got in his car. "this
house, ah, well, wait 'till you see it." hmmm, what did that
mean? we drove way past cromwell, way past on 231, a turn right in the
middle of nowhere. "buttermilk lane" the road sign said. how
pretty. i was totally unaware of these surroundings. mikey was
smiling.
"pretty name carlee?"
"yes, very." i answered. i saw no houses on buttermilk
land, it was desolate, but charming; suddenly i could see the water,
the green river through the forrest and underbrush. the gravel road
ended at this house, a gingerbread house, light and dark brown wooden
shingles with a lot of white, several gables, lovely, simply lovely.
"102 buttermilk lane. all out." it was enchanting, 102
indeed, where was 101... i just stood there, i knew that my eyes were
wider than saucers. "well, carlee?" dad asked.
"it's beautiful dad, really." dad winked at mikey. there
was a screened in back porch, and a rustic deck with lawn furniture,
even a table with an ash tray on it.
"wait until you see the inside baby." dad said. a million
thoughts raced through my mind. the inside was great, the living room
was large, a 6" reflecting telescope stood in the center of it.
there were three bed rooms, two baths and a den overlooking the river.
the kitchen was just right, everything was so new, i started to cry. "now,
now little one, that won't do, you haven't seen it all yet." they
led me to the laundry room, electric washer and a gas drier, and a
gateway computer still the the box. mikey grabbed my hand.
"to the back baby, where we can smoke." mikey drug me to
the deck and sat me down in a very comfortable chair. he offered me a
cigarette-which i almost jerked out of his hand-we three sat, and
mikey and i smoked. dad pointed out toward the river.
"there's a boat dock just down there, it extends 40 feet out
in case you decide you want to fish carlee. our boat is docked there,
when you all finish driving nails in your coffins we'll go down there,
take a boat ride if you wish." there were bird feeders and
squirrel feeders all over the back.
"in case i decide to fish." it hit me.
"daddy, i couldn't possibly afford the rent on this place.
besides, i have my job and----"
"carlee, carlee, you're too serious, please indulge a couple
of old business- men who think that you're the best thing that ever
happened to this planet, mikey and i own this place, and a dozen
others, we've put military money to work. it's your baby, mikey and i
decided that the first time we saw the place. you don't have to quit
your job in louisville, don't have to move in tomorrow, but it's here
and it's yours, end of story." i put the palms of my hands over
my face, and cried. the tears put my cigarette out. oh, this couldn't
be happening, i didn't deserve it. dad put his arm around me. "come
on sweetie, we'll show you the dock. please don't cry."
the ground was soft under my feet. the river was so beautiful, we
spooked a wild turkey. "hey, he could replace leonard this
thanksgiving." dad joked.
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