Chapter Nine: The requests
Another hot day dawned over the Regan estate. The sun was burning in all of its glory, reheating the lad that was still very hot from the last day, making it clear that it would be another very hot one to come.
In the guest house, Lori had just woken up from a night of sweaty slumber, and it was not from the humidity of the night nor from the fact that she had not turned on her air conditioner. The wild and unabashed eroticism of her dreams that were the clear culprit here.
She found that she had been having very sexually charged dreams about a certain young woman named Pasha. She could feel her heart pounding the instant she opened her eyes, her womanhood was twitching and it was very wet. It was very clear that her hormones were on full awake status.
She could feel how hard her nipples were as they rubbed against the sheet over them, her breasts were full and heaving with the feelings of completely being horny. She pinched the nipples between her fingers, and made herself gasp with pleasure, her other hand trailing down her stomach under the sheets, heading southward.
She touched her swollen clit, and found that her body responded very strongly. Every inch of her body was wanting release, her outer lips of her sex vibrated with excitement under her fingers. She took a breath in, as she rubbed the pinkness of her very wet feminine rose petals. A moan followed as she tilted her head back into the pillow, feeling the sensations building already.
She began to rub her pleasure button, and closed her eyes as the intensity of the feelings whisked her away, while she fantasied that it was the long haired, and sultry eyed beauty from the day before giving her wonderful oral pleasing. She could feel her body respond, sending shockwaves of pure energy through her. Speeding up her fingers, she just road the waves that crashed through her being.
She kept on rubbing, her legs widening to let her own had do what it was doing. Sweat poured off of her, as the building of effects grew by leaps and bounds. Her other hand squeezed her left breast, tantalizingly adding it own power to the explosiveness that increased inside of her. She gasped and writhed on the bed, the electric pulses becoming stronger with evert passing moment. She was on fire, and knew that she needed to satiate herself.
She stopped, and reached over the edge of the bed, digging into her small carry on bag with urgency. She brought out the friend that Tabby had given her and looked at its long pink lines. She smiled, knowing this would help satisfy these urges turning it on, she rolled on her back in anticipation.
The long slender vibrator slid easily into her very wet channel, filling the void quite quickly. She let out a loud moan, as she began to thrust it in and out of herself, making sure it hit every spot necessary. Her juices responded by liberally gushing out of her, as she had not even began to orgasm yet. She closed her eyes, throwing her knees fully apart and began to pound her friend into her with calculating frenzy. She just needed to cum, that what she needed.
Her hips moved with every thrust she made, her butt lifting right off of the now love juice soaked sheets. Her mind was wild, imagining that the long legged woman was pumping her fingers inside of her. She could almost envision feeling the woman’s lips and tongue on her love button, as she brought herself so very close to climax. Letting go of her breast, she rubbed the nub with it, still pounding her pink toy into her now sopping sex.
She felt he rounded tip of the toy hit the very bottom of her cervix, and that released everything. She cried out as the orgasm engulfed her with its rapturous reaction. She kept the toy going in and out, knowing that more orgasms would be following. She cried out again, as the second of the climaxes exploded deep within her soul. She dove into the vortex of pleasure, as many more orgasms followed through.
As the last part of her orgasms finally began to ebb off, she became aware of a knock coming from the front door. She gave a small frown at being interrupted, yet she was wondering just who would be at her door this early in the morning. Taking out the vibrator that was still buried deep inside of her now satisfied sex, she knew she had to go and answer it.
Using a handful Kleenex to dry herself off and to quickly wipe down her little toy, Lori bounded off the bed with a groan. She hurriedly grabbed her robe that hung on a chair in the corner and raced to answer the door, where the person was still knocking with a slow but constant speed..
The tall head butler stood there in stoic waiting. Lori blushed a little, hoping the mans did not hear her pleasing herself like she was. She looked at the tall man.
" Good morning, Julius." She said, trying not to let on about her nervousness.
" I beg you a good morning, Miss Brentwall." He said in his usually dignified voice. " I hope you have had a very satisfactory sleep last night."
Lori blushed again, as her dreams came back into her mind, then it reminded her of what the man had interrupted.
" It was rather hot last night, but I did get some sleep." She said, feeling her face blush hotly.
The butler nodded, as he reached into the vest pocket of his suit, and pulled out what appeared to be a small stack of envelopes.
" One of these letters was hand delivered to our house, along with the arrival of your forwarded mail from school." He said, actually breaking a small smile. " Mr. Regan instructed me to deliver this posthaste."
" Thank you, Julius. " Said the blond girl, taking the small stack of post from the man. " It could have waited."
" Mr. Reagan is a stickler for the mail to be delivered promptly to him or whom ever is here, Miss Brentwall." He said, then smiling a little more. " He thought it would brighten up this already hot day.
" You thank him then for me." Smiled Lori, realizing that it did brighten up the day a little.
" I will do that, Mistress." He said. " Will you be joining the Regan’s and Miss Tabitha’s girlfriend for breakfast today? They have asked if you would like that."
Lori smiled, as she thought that was so nice of the family to ask her. She looked at the tall man and gave a nod of her head.
" I would be honored." She said.
" Splendid!" The man commented. " They all were hoping that you would join them. Breakfast will be served in one hour in out on the back patio."
The man gracefully turned and walked back to the house, never once averting his eyes from the direction he was going in. Lori returned into her little house, curious to see what mail she had, and very curious at the hand delivered letter too.
Lori closed the door and walked back into the bedroom. She shucked off her robe, and layed back down on the bed, turning the television on to listen to while opening the mail.
The first letter was a letter from the school itself. She already knew it contained her marks from the glut of final exams she had endured. Nervously she opened the envelope, hoping that she had passed every one of her classes.
To her surprise, she had passed each one with ease. She saw that she had a ninety seven percent over all average. The highest was a ninety eight in her literature class, one that she thought she had completely bombed on as she was writing it. The lowest was her algebra, where she got a ninety even. She shook her head in pleased wonder, and knew that when her parents got their copy of the marks, they will be very pleased.
The second letter was post marked all the way from France. She froze, as the address was not written in Megan’s handwriting, but in a very distinctive script hand. Obviously, it was not from Megan, and that made her scared.
She sat and stared at the envelope for long moments, very hesitant to open it and read what might be there She was hoping that the front had just been done for Megan, and a letter was inside, but something deep in her told her that was not the case.
The letter was from Megan’s mother, written in the same broad handed script writing that was on the front of the envelope. She began to read the letter tentatively, as she had a very bad feeling of what Megan’s mother might be writing her about, considering what Megan had revealed to her parents on the first trip to France.
The letter was very coldly worded, and quite blunt in the message it was putting forth. It simply stated for Lori to stay away, so Megan can get herself together and have a ‘proper’ relationship for the sake of all. It ended by warning that legal actions could and would be filed if, Lori tried even once to make contact with Megan.
Lori felt her heart sink even deeper, as the finality sunk in. She started to cry, as she crumpled the unfeeling letter up and tossed it across the bedroom. This was the final end, she knew it for absolute sure. The young blonde girl’s heart had held some little piece of hope deep within, now that was shattered by the controlling actions of a mother that could not come to grips with her daughter’s sexuality.
Sadly, it also reminded her that this might be the same reaction that could come from her own loving parents regardless of their free thinking ways. She had already come to grips with who and what she was, the fear was what others outside of school would think, especially the reactions of her own families and the old friends she had left behind. She realized that she had been putting off her revealing herself for almost a year now.
Between the two things, that was the reason for her tears also. She knew that the time would come sooner than later, that she would have to reveal her own revelation one day. She dreaded telling them the truth: She was a lesbian.
Lori sat and sobbed for awhile, her mind churning over everything that Megan and herself had been through until she knew she needed to get into the shower. The Regan’s were expecting her to be at breakfast in just a half an hour now, and she was not wanting to disappoint her gracious hosts. Lori told herself to get it together.
She stopped her tears, and forced herself to stand up from the bed In the process of moving, the last unopened envelope fell from her lap. She picked it up, hoping reading this one would help her overall mood. She was desperate to get rid of this heavy sadness that weighted in her heart.
The envelope had no address or even a stamp on its very expensive paper, but simply had her name block lettered on the outside. She ripped the side off and pulled out what appeared to be a computer generated letter from the envelope. She was curious, and unfolded the very precisely folded paper
The paper was an invitation to Pasha Lewis’s island estate was her choice of either today or tomorrow for tea. It stated to phone, and her limousine will pick her up and take her to the boat launch for the ride over. It was signed by Pasha herself, in a flowery large handwriting that was as beautiful as the young woman was.
Lori did not know just what to think of this, and wondered if it was just common practice, since Tabby had not stopped to talk to her about Pasha, as she had indicated she would. That point, made Lori wonder just what was her friend’s problem with the very exotic Pasha Lewis anyway.
Lori, still raw from the horrible letter from Megan’s Mother did not know what to do. All she knew, was her very soul felt wounded, and the invitation was right there. She put down the invitation on the sidetable, needing the phone number on it if she decided to go, and hurried off to the shower.
Even in the shower, she tried to escape the emotions, with little success.