Getting to know the real Larry
Sawyer
CHAPTER TEN: "Karen can Roe your Body" (Pun on words.
Pitiful attempt, but I tried it :P)
Based on Episode 18 of the
second season ("The Lonesome Road").
Previous chapter (set in
ep 18 of season one) should be a flashback to one and a half years
ago, not just one.
Karen has given Brooke a place to live, and
that means Brooke will live by the rules Karen sets her.
The first
few settings have actual dialogue from the actual episodes, just to
set the mood and set up the situation. A couple phrases and action
here and there have been edited to help with summarising it.
Written:
20th of April, 2009
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Flashback ONE Year Ago
" Did you have fun tonight?"
The hallway light came on and a voice startled Brooke.
"Not really," Brooke said simply. "The party was kind of weak, but I had to be there. Apparently I've been drifting," she drivelled out.
"You been drinking?"
No, drifting."
"No, Brooke. I'm asking you if you've been drinking tonight."
"Just a little."
"I expected you at the café," Karen told her.
"I know. I lost track of time -- I'm sorry."
"Well, sorry isn't good enough," Karen shook her head. "I advanced your salary and I'd like you to return the money I gave you."
"I kind of spent it," Brooke said after a long pause.
"Go to bed. You're grounded."
"Grounded? I've never been grounded in my whole life!" Brooke shrieked.
"Well there's a first time for everything."
"Well, you're not my mom."
"No. But right now, you're my responsibility," Karen finished, and she walked away.
The law had been laid down. Brooke was grounded. That was that.
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The next morning, Brooke woke up, and after a cold shower, readied herself for a day out.
"Are you going somewhere?" Karen asked as she came into Brooke's new room (Lucas' old one).
"Just out for a quick run, but you never know who you're gonna see," Brooke said as she put on lipstick and giving her luscious body the justice it deserved.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Lip-gloss," Brooke remembered, spotting it and swooping it up in her hand.
"Brooke, you're grounded," Karen reminded her. "That means you don't get to head out for quick runs."
"Since when does grounding apply to fitness?" Brooke asked, clueless.
"Since now."
"That's a little harsh, if you ask me."
Karen had always admired Brooke's sense of self, and her confidence to stand up for what she believed. That was part of what Karen liked in a man.
But when she was under Karen's roof, Brooke wasn't going to rebel like that. Karen was doing her a big favor here.
"I'm not asking," she told Brooke bluntly.
"Okay, so what am I supposed to do here?"
"Lucas does chores."
"Chores?" Brooke shrivelled her face.
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"This happens to be an invitation to the biggest party of the year," Bevin flashed a flier in Brooke's face.
Bevin had shown up at Karen's café, looking for Brooke.
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass," Brooke told her. She'd heard what Karen had said, and she respected it. She was grounded – that meant no parties.
"This one is a 'can't miss'," Bevin told her.
"And so was the last one."
"No, the last one was a 'shouldn't miss.' Just look at the invitation and I won't say another word," she handed Brooke the flier.
"This is a 'Courtney Ryan' party," Brooke gasped. "This is a 'can't miss.'"
"Told ya," Bevin smiled. "The party starts at, like, nine, so meet us there around… eleven thirty?"
Bevin went out the café door and Brooke squealed a little with excitement.
Unbeknownst to Brooke, Karen had been standing there the whole time. She had heard the conversation between the two girls, and could see clearly the anticipation on Brooke's face.
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That night, when Karen got home, she expected to see a bare house. The girl who was supposed to be grounded would be off to that 'can't miss' party for sure.
Karen could see Brooke buzzing about it all her shift at the café.
"Brooke... you're home," Karen said with a welcome surprise.
Brooke was standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes. She was doing her chores, and doing them over a party she would have got totally wasted at a year ago.
"Yeah, I'm grounded, remember?" Brooke shrugged and gave Karen a smile.
"Not anymore. I think you've learned your lesson," Karen smiled back as she left for her bedroom.
What a change Brooke had made in just a day. She was a special girl. She was going to change the world one day and she didn't even know it yet.
As Karen closed her bedroom door to change out of her works clothes and into something more cozy, she thought about Brooke.
She could understand why her son had gone for Brooke before. She was beautiful, sweet, charming, funny, caring, and respectable.
Karen thought Brooke would disregard her grounding tonight, but she didn't.
Karen got into her nightie and laid down to watch some TV for ten minutes. When she felt her eyes closing and her mind slowly drifting away, she woke herself up to grab a glass of water before some shut eye.
As she opened her door, she saw Brooke walking through the lounge, towel in hand.
Karen froze. Brooke wasn't just walking to the bathroom – she was walking there with nothing but her panties on.
"Oh my God!" Brooke shrieked.
Walking side-on to Karen's view, the mother could see Brooke's breasts. She could see how perky and perfectly balanced they were.
"I'm so sorry, Karen. I just--"
"Brooke, it's okay," Karen said. 'Let's not make this any more awkward than it already is,' she thought in her head.
Brooke gave a little acknowledging smile as she covered her boobs and scampered into the bathroom -- her face blushing all the way til she shut the door.
Karen stood there for a good few seconds, going over in her head what had just happened. And she felt uncomfortable.
It wasn't strange that Brooke had almost completely undressed already before getting into the bathroom -- after all, Karen would do that every night Lucas was out.
It was good to walk free like that for a minute or two before taking a nice shower, and Karen understood it perfectly well.
What did make Karen uncomfortable were the amount of butterflies in her stomach and the rapid beating of her heart. She could feel her body was hot and bothered.
Seeing Brooke's body sent shivers down her spine. She had tried not to look at her body, but it was hard. The temptation was there.
Karen thought how it had never been there with another girl before. Wait... Yes it had!
Roughly six months ago, Karen had gone into bed with Peyton. And she had nearly forgot about it completely.
That night, she swore her first taste of pussy wouldn't be her last. As she drenched her face in the cum of her then-boyfriend's daughter, she was midway through a muffdiving frenzy.
And since then, she hadn't had another taste. Not even a sniff of a pussy -- other than of her own, of course. That's what she'd had to settle for...
It took a lot of gusto for Karen to do what she had done that night. But although she hesitated at first, as she watched Larry jack off over the 'sleeping beauty,' she had no regrets after that crazy session. After making Peyton climax into her yearning mouth time and time again.
Confidence triggered in Karen's mind. And as that kicked in, so did the idea.
Karen lifted her nightie up over her and dropped it to the floor. That was the sole piece of clothing she had on – and now it was off.
She walked towards the bathroom door. Her fingers shook with nerves as she made her way there. Her naked body felt cold and hesitant. The same hesitance that had washed over her on that night with Peyton.
Karen heard the shower water running as her hand latched onto the bathroom door's knob, and images flashed into her mind again. Images of Brooke's perfect figure, toned skin, succulent breasts, and killer smile.
All she had to do was turn this knob and open the shower glass door and then she'd have a new image to finger-fuck herself to sleep with every night.
Karen turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly and quietly. Thank god Karen had never fixated a lock on this door or she mightn't be so lucky.
Her eyes sprung open immediately as she saw the figure of Brooke behind the fogged-up glass door of the shower.
She leant towards it and slid the glass door across.
She didn't so much care what Brooke's reaction would be. She wasn't thinking very motherly-like right now, and was acting just on pure sexual instinct right now -- hoping Brooke wouldn't completely freak out.
To no surprise, Brooke shrieked.
"Karen, what are you doing?!"
Brooke covered her privates as best she could again.
"Since you're my responsibility," Karen started, the words coming into her head on the spot; "I thought I should be the one to teach you about sex."
"Karen, I already know about sex," Brooke said with a short, uncomfortable laugh.
"I know, you're a little slut, aren't ya?" Karen smirked playfully and got a gasp from Brooke.
Karen knew of all the sex Brooke had. She was a sexy, charismatic, promiscuous girl, of course she'd been fucked on countless occasions. Primarily by Karen's son.
"Have you been with another woman?" Karen asked as she took a step into the shower.
"No, but I don't really wanna be," Brooke told her as she backed up into the corner of the shower – as far away from Karen as she could.
"Why not? We have the better bodies, and we know what to do with them."
Brooke looked at Karen frightened and a bit disgusted.
"Tell me you've never touched yourself in front of a mirror," Karen put it simply. "You have, haven't you?" she said, taking Brooke's lack of eye contact as an answer on its own.
"And because girls like you dress sexy, and know you're sexy, you can't help which sex you like," Karen continued.
She seemed to understand the psyche so well. Question was, was she reading Brooke correctly?
"You know the guys will go crazy over you, and you're secretly wishing the girls will too, right?"
Karen gave Brooke a smile as she finished -- inching closer and closer with each word.
"Isn't that right?" Karen lunged forward slightly until she grazed noses with Brooke.
Slowly, Brooke nodded. It was only slight, but it was recognition that what Karen was saying was right. That what she suggested was the truth.
"There you go," Karen said soothingly, in a way that made Brooke feel that now the truth was out, she could feel the freedom and inner-peace it entailed.
With those three little words, Karen held her hands over Brooke's waist and took her in for a kiss.
The water ran through the head and glistened the pair's bodies perfectly as they kissed.
Each girl moaned into the other as they felt their tongues lapping and swirling. They could have stood under the cool water forever if they didn't feel the need to take this further.
Karen broke the kiss and Brooke giggled straight after. This was all so sudden and frisky -- Brooke was blushing like crazy.
"Wanna take this into my room?" Karen asked as she briefly ran her hand over and in Brooke's cunt.
Brooke did nothing but nod with a cute, goofy smile.
"Good," Karen whispered temptingly into Brooke's ear. "Because I'm going to make you gush more than this showerhead."
Brooke felt weak at the knees with that sentence. She now knew where Lucas got all his dirty talk in the bed from; his mother. Hopefully not as a result of having incestuous relations with her, because that would have been going too far for Brooke.
The pair hopped out of the shower together and Karen handed Brooke her towel to dry herself off. They held their sexually-heated gazes to one another as Brooke cleansed and rubbed around her pussy extra hard, hoping to spark a reaction.
Karen took the towel back, and as though the two were playing some sort of 'anything you can do, I can do better' game, found the spot on the towel Brooke had teasingly soaked with the scent of her freshly-cleaned pussy, scrunched it together, and crammed it into her mouth.
Eye contact between the two never dulled as each made their own non-verbal statements to one another.
Karen threw the towel to the floor, and yanked the bathroom door open.
Brooke skipped her way out and into Karen's room like it was a race. She looked back at Karen with her big smile, dimples, and a soft, raspy laugh.
By the time Karen got to the doorway, Brooke was lying on the bed. On her back, head on the pillows, legs spread at 45° angles. Yep, this girl knew exactly how to use her body so that she'd be fucked for as long as the 'fuck-ee' could possibly last.
"I'm starting to like this whole 'grounded' thing," Brooke snickered as she tastefully bit her pinkie and that adorable smile returned.
"I'm starting to like the whole Brooke Davis thing," Karen said as she made her way to the bedside.
"Everyone does," a cheeky Brooke shrugged matter-of-factly.
"Does everyone do this?"
Karen crawled onto the bed, over to Brooke's feet, and up her body. She gave Brooke's pussy a little dip of her tongue, and then looked back into Brooke's eyes.
"They wish they could," Brooke answered the question.
Karen was loving the self-confidence of this girl. The mere fact that Brooke was well-aware of the effect she had in making dicks stand and pussies wet soothed and energized Karen at the same time.
"I bet they do," Karen smiled, before lowering her head down again.
She spread Brooke's pussy with her fingers, then set her tongue in to do the job.
Brooke gasped a whimper as she felt her clit and highly-sensitive skin be greeted with Karen's soft, flicking tongue.
Within the minute, Brooke was moaning, and a minute later her legs were quivering, then a minute later again, Karen had her climax.
Brooke moaned with glee as her breathing subsided from her first girl-on-girl orgasm.
Neither said a word for a good five minutes. They just lapped up the feel and emotional connection they had – and the whole notion of this came about.
How a mother could end up with her son's ex-girlfriend in this position was out of the norm.
But then again, Brooke Davis was far from normal. She was perfect – unfairly so – and deserved a good lesbian tongue-fuck like this.
And it was helping to feed Karen's lust for pussy, too. So everyone wins!
I know there's not
much
End of Chapter
Ten