Chapter 28
Vivid
A/N: So… I've had some people (okay, 2 people) ask me why I made Duncan bi in this story when I already had Tyler as a bi character (and Coughlin, although he's in prison and basically irrelevant at this point in time.) Here's the reason: bisexual characters (both male and female) are awesome and I don't think there should be a limit on how many I can have, so there you go. Now on with the story…
Time: 23 September 2007
"What do I want?" Leanne asked, "Well… I'm Leanne fucking Cunningham, what the fuck do you think I want?" Leanne said, "I mean, there's only 3 things I'm really interested in: sex, killing people I hate, and sex."
"You said sex twice." Gwen said.
"I FUCKING KNOW THAT!" Leanne yelled, before regaining her composure, "Anyways, I don't want to hate or kill either of you two, because, to be honest, I kinda like you. So with that option out of the way… I think you can probably tell what I'm interested in." Leanne said, licking her lips as she said that, as if to say, time for some hot sex with underage women… awesome?
"So… you expect us to just have sex with you… just because you want us too?" Gwen asked.
"Well… that, and because I have dirt on you two and could tell everyone about your sexy little secret if I don't get my way… so that's another good reason."
"Blackmailing someone into having sex with you… you know that qualifies as rape, right Leanne?" Heather said.
"It's not rape if you enjoy it." Leanne said, "And trust me, you'll definitely enjoy it. But listen, I can completely understand if you're not in the mood right now."
Gwen and Heather both gave her an extremely confused look.
"So listen; meet me at my house at 6:30 pm on Friday, which would be September 27. You'll get tonight and the next 3 nights off, but that night… that's our night, baby. If you have any queries…" Leanne pulled out two pieces of paper with her phone number on them out of her pocket, "Call me." Leanne then got up and left, making sure the two teenage girls got a nice view of her ass as she was walking away.
"What the fuck just happened…" Gwen said.
"Um… I'm just as confused as you are, Gwen." Heather said.
Ace showed up in the basement right after Leanne left.
"What's her deal?" Ace asked, "Does it have something to do with your, ahem, secret pastime?"
"Yeah," Gwen said, "It's kind of a long story."
"Well, whatever that woman wants you to do; don't do it. Seriously, I really hate that bitch."
"Yeah, I can see why." Heather said.
Time: 24 September 2007
Lindsay saw Ezekiel walking down the hallway and wondered if she was right about him not remembering anything that happened at the party, so she decided to go ask him.
"Hi Ezekiel!" She said.
"Oh… hey Lindsay." Ezekiel said.
"So… did you have fun this weekend?" Lindsay asked.
"Well… yeah I guess."
"I mean on Friday."
"Well… I don't really remember a lot from that day. But I do kinda remember it was pretty fun, eh?"
"Eh?"
"Yeah… its' kinda something we say back where I'm from."
"I did kinda notice your accent sounds different," Lindsay said, "Are you from Texas or something?"
"Actually I'm from Alberta."
"Canada?"
"Yup."
"Damn, it would've been way cooler if you were from Texas, than I could make a shitload of southern jokes." Lindsay said.
"Um… Lindsay? You do know that Missouri is also part of the south, right?"
"Yeah, well… we're really more central-ish. But how did we get to this topic anyways?"
"I don't know…" Ezekiel said.
"Okay, so if I remember correctly, I was asking you how fucking awesome your weekend was." Lindsay said.
"And I said it was kinda cool." Ezekiel added.
"Right… so now that you've been to a party, tried beer… did you hook up with any ladies on Friday night?"
"Hook up?"
"Um… did you have sex, and/or get your dick sucked, and/or make out, and/or whatever with some girl?"
"No, I didn't." Ezekiel said.
"See, most guys would've lied about it… that's why I like you, you're honest." Lindsay said, "But anyways, you'll meet that lucky girl eventually."
I hope that 'lucky girl' will be you, Ezekiel thought.
"But anyways, now that you've done all that… follow me."
Lindsay led Ezekiel into the back pit of the school, which was sometimes where some of the stoners hung out, but at this moment, was empty, except for one person, Courtney, who was smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee while listening to her iPod (usually Courtney wasn't the type of person who liked to spend time alone, but whatever.) Lindsay lit a cigarette, and right away, Ezekiel began to protest.
"Wait… doesn't smoking cause lung cancer?"
"Yeah, eventually," Lindsay said, "But the whole point of being in high school is doing stupid shit so when you're 35 and you actually have real problems and concerns in life, you don't look back and think, 'damn I wish I would've done that'. But anyways, cigarettes are not why I brought you back here."
Lindsay reached into her bag, pulled out a little red box, and pulled out a marijuana joint from it.
"I always try and pre-roll joints when I have spare time, so I don't have to waste other people's valuable fucking time rolling." Lindsay said.
"I have no idea what the hell you just said." Ezekiel said.
"You will in a minute. Now, are you ready to experience what awesome feels like?"
"Is that… marijuana?"
"Yes it's marijuana you fucking moron. What the hell did you think it was?"
"I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this," Ezekiel said.
"Listen Zeke, stop being such a whiny little bitch and just enjoy free weed, because you don't get a lot of it in life." Lindsay said.
"Y'know," Courtney said, "Not too long ago I was kind of a sheltered little bitch just like you. And back then, I was really stressed out about everything, trying to live up to my parents expectations, trying to be this super pretty, mega-popular chick without getting myself into doing stupid things, etc. Ever since I started blazing, life's been way more fucking relaxed for me, and I think you'll probably experience the same thing."
"See, you should listen to the firsthand testimony," Lindsay said, before lighting her spliff, taking a drag, and then passing it to Courtney, who repeated Lindsay's actions.
"Now listen, Ezekiel," Courtney said, "You better fucking smoke this, because if you pussy out now, Lindsay and I will make the rest of your high school life a living hell."
"That seems kinda harsh," Lindsay said.
"Well, whatever." Courtney said, "Just fucking blaze, Ezekiel."
Ezekiel put the spliff to his lips, inhaled, than exhaled after he pulled the joint away from his mouth… and then sounded like he was coughing up a lung.
"Is this supposed to happen?" Ezekiel asked.
"Yeah, that's kinda what happens the first time you blaze… and several times after that first time." Courtney said, "In fact, I still cough sometimes and I've been blazing for months now."
Lindsay said, "I've been blazing since I was 9, and I still cough. I mean, I've been smoking herb before I started PMS-ing, so the cough never completely goes away.
After a few more joints and some sitting around doing nothing, Lindsay and Courtney were both considerably high. Ezekiel, on the other hand, was blazed out of his fucking mind, literally to the point where he absolutely could not pay attention to anything, and if he looked at one thing, his gaze would be fixated on it for a long time, until he made a conscious decision to change, and then his eyes would be completely fixed on whatever he made that conscious decision to change his gaze too... and so on and so forth.
"What time is it?" Lindsay asked.
"Its 1:33," Courtney said, "So our next class has already started."
"Fuck it," Lindsay said, "Wanna come over to my place?"
"Are you sure that's a good idea? Ms. Chase might be kinda pissed that we're just skipping school," Courtney said.
"Meh… she won't mind that much, and besides, she probably won't be home until 4-ish anyways." Lindsay said, "Besides, Courtney's mom creeps me out, and Ezekiel… considering you were homeschooled, if your parents are anything like most parents of homeschooled kids, than I want to stay as far away from them as possible."
"Yeah, but then why don't we just all go back to class." Courtney said.
"Because than Zeke's gonna act like a fucking moron, the teacher's gonna know he's high and then he'll probably end up ratting us out. And I'm not just gonna hang around the school not going to class because there's nothing to do." Lindsay said.
"Alright, but if we get in trouble, it's your fucking fault," Courtney said.
"And as I said, we won't get in any fucking trouble, Amber's actually really chill." Lindsay said.
"Wait, don't I get a say in where we're going?" Ezekiel asked.
"No!" Courtney and Lindsay both answered.
"Oh… okay." Ezekiel said.
So, the trio went over to Lindsay's house, and the first thing they noticed was that there was a kitchen filled with food.
"See, this is why I wanted you guys to come to my house," Lindsay said, "Because there's always a ton of fucking food just lying around in the pantry."
"That's a pretty good reason," Courtney said, and immediately opened the freezer, pulled out a large carton of ice cream and began eating.
"Y'know," Courtney said, "There are only two times when I eat ice cream… when I'm sad and when I'm high as fuck."
"I just eat ice cream… when I'm in existence," Lindsay said, "What about you, Ezekiel?"
"Um… my parents are kinda strict about that stuff," Ezekiel said.
"So you don't just have easy access to ice cream," Lindsay said, "Oh well, certainly you've had ice cream before with your friends or something, right?"
"Um… real talk? I've actually never had ice cream before."
Courtney and Lindsay immediately stopped what they were doing and simply stared at him in shock and awe.
"YOU'VE NEVER HAD ICE CREAM BEFORE!" Lindsay and Courtney both yelled.
"What did you eat when you were a little kid then," Lindsay asked, "What the fuck did they do to your childhood?"
"I don't know," Ezekiel said, "Healthy food and whatnot."
Courtney instantly handed him the carton and the spoon, "Okay, you better fucking eat this now then," she said.
Now, normally Ezekiel would've said that he didn't feel comfortable eating with a spoon that was recently used by someone, but considering he was high as a kite at the moment; he simply laughed a little bit, picked up the spoon and chowed down.
Several hours later
Lindsay, Courtney, and Ezekiel were sitting at the kitchen table after all of them had recently blazed and eaten a shitload, when, at about 3:30 pm (a little earlier than usual,) Amber arrived at the house.
"Hello Lindsay and Lindsay's friends," Amber said, "I see that you ate a lot of shit out of my kitchen."
"Yeah." Lindsay said.
"And I'm guessing none of you went to any of your classes after lunch."
"Um… I'm sorry Ms. Chase." Courtney said.
"Courtney, why the fuck are you apologizing to me?" Amber said, "I frankly don't give a shit if you go to all or any of your classes because it's your life, not mine. If you're going to apologize to anyone, the only person you should be apologizing to is yourself because this is your future your impacting, not mine. But what the fuck, why am I telling you about this, you already know. I should be telling you to stop kissing my ass and worry about your own damn problems, okay?"
Courtney stood there silent for a second, then turned to Lindsay and said, "You're right, she is pretty cool."
"If by 'she' you mean 'me,' then I guess this is something I'm supposed to be flattered about," Amber said, "So thank you. Anyways, Lindsay… as you're legal guardian, I'm supposed to do something about you skipping class, so… just pretend that I grounded you for a week, okay?"
"Okay."
"Anyways, Ezekiel, your daddy called me to ask me why you're not at home now, so I'll drive you home… I'll tell him you had tutoring for math or something. Courtney, I should probably drive you home too."
"Why?" Courtney asked.
"Because Vice Principal Kowalski is coming over for dinner tonight to see how Lindsay's doing. Which reminds me: Lindsay, please pretend that you're not high as fuck when 'Lil Stevie shows up, ok?"
"No problem, babe." Lindsay said.
"Did you just call her babe?" Courtney asked.
Shit… Lindsay thought, "Um… yeah, it's just kind of an inside joke between me and her."
"Oh…" Courtney said, "Well, whatever."
Yes, I can't believe she bought that, Lindsay thought.
Lindsay waited until Ezekiel was out of earshot (she was worried he would start spreading shit, she didn't really care of Amber heard because she knew Amber didn't give a shit,) before she asked Courtney something she'd been wanting to ask her ever since she found out Duncan was bi.
"Oh yeah, Courtney, there's something I should probably ask you about," Lindsay said.
"Are you going to ask about how I got nicer tits than you did?" Courtney teased.
"First of all, you don't, second of all, that's not what I was gonna ask. I was gonna ask… hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you had a bisexual boyfriend?" Lindsay asked.
"Well… I'd probably ask if we could have threesomes… like, a lot. Other than that, I wouldn't change a damn thing. So, how long have you known that Duncan was bisexual?"
"Um… four days… wait what? How the hell did you know…"
"C'mon, over the last few months Duncan and I have spent so much fucking time together that it would be impossible not to pick up on these things. I mean, he checks out other guys almost as often as he checks out other girls, and I've caught him watching gay porn. There were other little tiny clues as well, but those two were the dead giveaways."
"He doesn't know that you know," Lindsay said, "So, we'll just keep this as our little secrets and then once Duncan finally feels comfortable enough to tell the world, we can simply nod our heads, say 'we knew,' and look badass."
"Amen, sister," Courtney joked.
Later that night
Lindsay, Amber, and vice principal Steve Kowalski were sitting at Amber`s dinner table, eating, well, dinner. Usually, dinner for Lindsay and Amber meant something ordered or an assortment of food from the pantry, but now that Kowalski was here, Amber was trying to impress him with a steak, potatoes, and vegetable dinner. Lindsay thought it was delicious, she just thought it was a shame she was doing this simply to impress some asshole. Lindsay's high had mostly worn off at this point, she was left with a slight buzz, and this was the first time in a long time that Amber had been completely sober coming home from her job at the school.
"This is fantastic, Ms. Chase," Kowalski said in his annoying, breathy voice.
"Thank you Mr. Kowalski," Amber said.
"Did Lindsay help make this?"
"I'm not a very good cook, Mr. Kowalski."
"I see… so Lindsay; how's life? Are your grades better? Are you done with drugs?"
"Yeah, I'm completely done with drugs of any and all kinds," Lindsay said, "And my grades are better, although I still have some more work to do if I want to achieve the goals I set for this year."
Beforehand, Amber told her about some of the questions Stevie might ask. Lindsay felt she was suave enough to answer them with little or no help from Amber. When she looked at Amber, she could tell the older girl was smiling, knowing that Lindsay was right.
"See, that-a-girl," Kowalski said, "Always looking or the next challenge. So how are your friends treating you?"
"Yeah, things are going pretty well. I have a lot of great friends nowadays, and Amber has also been a great friend to me, although she has been a leader, a mentor, and sometimes a disciplinarian also."
"Sounds like Lindsay has really nice things to say about you," Kowalski told Amber, "So Lindsay… are you still gay?"
Amber nearly choked on her food after she heard that question. She didn't think anyone could possibly be that mean and underhanded, not even Kowalski, but evidently she was wrong. Fortunately for her, Lindsay handled the question really well.
"Right now, I'm too busy getting my life back on track to focus on boys or girls," Lindsay said, "Once I have things kinda straightened out, please come back and ask me this question again."
"And you know how to sort your priorities," Kowalski said, "You've come a long way in a few short weeks… a little too long."
Lindsay gulped, having a really bad feeling of what this could actually mean.
"Amber, is all this stuff Lindsay's saying reliable?" Kowalski asked, "Or is she just lying to avoid any actual punishment for what she did?"
"Oh no, she's telling the truth today, Mr. Kowalski," Amber said, "She's a lot more normal than she was before. She hasn't been perfect, but then again, no one's perfect."
Of course, Amber was making shit up just as much as Lindsay.
"Ms. Chase, you've been very honest up until this point and I have no reason to believe you are lying," Kowalski said, "Please remember; however, that your first commitment is to the school and not to this girl."
Amber could've reminded him that she was the principal and he wasn't. She could've also said that she really wasn't quite sure what the hell he was talking about, but she didn't want to start a fight, so she simply said, "I understand, Mr. Kowalski."
"Now, thank you for inviting me over, but I must be on my way." Kowalski said, and he got up, but his coat and shoes back on and left the Chase house, leaving Lindsay and Amber to stare at each other.
"So… what do you wanna do now?" Lindsay asked.
"Hmm…" Amber said, "Let's fuck."
"I like that idea… your room or mine?"
"Fuck bedrooms," Amber said, "Right here, right now, on this table."
"Okay, but shouldn't we clear the dishes first?"
"Fuck the dishes; I'll buy new ones later."
"But what about…"
"Listen, Lindsay, when a girl asks you to fuck her, you fuck her, okay? I thought Shelly would've told you that…"
"She did, but…"
"Shut up."
Amber pulled Lindsay in for a kiss, and then threw her on the table and started kissing her again, moving down her body and pulling off Lindsay's clothes as she was doing that until she reached her womanhood.
"Well you're aggressive today-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Amber yelled before going back to eating her secret girlfriend out.
Time: 25 September 2007
After a night filled with carnal pleasures, Amber and Lindsay were both fast asleep in Amber's bed, spooning each other. However, that night, Lindsay had probably the strangest, most depressing, and at the same time, hottest, dream she ever had.
Lindsay's Dream:
She was sitting in front of her school, talking to Gwen and Heather. Well, not really talking, Gwen and Heather were both sitting to her left and were talking to each other; Lindsay was kind of being left out of the conversation. Feeling bored and unwanted, Lindsay announced that she was leaving.
"Hey girls, I'm gonna peace, cuz… this is boring."
"And where the fuck do you think you're going?" Gwen asked.
"Um… I don't know." Lindsay said.
"Well, you're not leaving here right now." Heather said.
"Why not?" Lindsay was starting to get nervous.
"Because we're horny," Heather said, and Gwen nodded in agreement.
"So…"
"Have you forgotten who you are? You're our little toy." Gwen said.
"Since when?"
Heather proceeded to slap Lindsay across the face, "Don't get sassy with me. I think you need a reminder of who the fuck you are: we hate you, everyone hates you. You're stupid, boring, needy, annoying, and a giant slut. The only reason Gwen and I ever hung out with you is because of your body, and I'll be honest, you got a nice fucking body."
"So why don't you do the only think you're actual useful for." Gwen said, "And strip for your mamas."
Lindsay just stood there for a moment, in a mix of confusion and fear.
"You heard the lady," Heather said, "She said fucking strip… here, lemme get you started."
Heather walked up to Lindsay, grabbed her top, and tore it open. She wasn't wearing a bra at the time, so her boobs were completely exposed. Gwen then did the same thing with her skirt, and surprise, no panties either. She was now standing, out in public, completely nude except for a pair of high heels that she never noticed she was wearing before. Gwen pushed her on the ground, and yelled, "Ass in the air, bitch!"
Lindsay complied and Gwen began roughly fingering her pussy. Lindsay begged and pleaded for her to stop but Gwen didn't give a shit, she just kept on fucking her. Heather apparently liked what she was seeing, so she began fingering Lindsay's ass. She begged the two girls to stop, but they just kept on going, and secretly… she was enjoying it. This continued until Lindsay came, and then let out a small whimper after.
"Aw, look what you did you dumb bitch," Heather said, "You made me all wet… looks like the only thing for you to do is to come here and lick my pussy.
Gwen and Heather were suddenly naked, and Lindsay began walking over to go eat Heather out.
"On your knees bitch!" Heather yelled, "Now!"
Lindsay didn't want to get smacked again, so she got on her knees and began eating Heather out.
"She ain't bad," Heather said.
"Don't forget about me, Lindsay," Gwen said, and Lindsay attempted going back and forth at the same time, with what she perceived to be little success. While she was licking Gwen, the pale girl grabbed her hair and said, "You're pretty good, slut, but… we have something a little better in mind for you."
Heather reached into a bag, and pulled out two strap-on dildos. Not surprisingly, Heather put on one and Gwen put on the other. Lindsay had used a strap-on (both giving a strap-on fucking and getting one,) to know basically what was coming next.
"Suck it, bitch." Gwen said, and Lindsay obliged, with Gwen pulling on Lindsay's hair while she was sucking Gwen's plastic cock.
"Hey bitch, I'm still fucking here," Heather said. Lindsay stopped sucking Gwen's strap-on to go suck Heather's, when Gwen tugged on her hair and Lindsay let out a small yelp.
"Suck us both at the same time," Gwen said.
Lindsay wasn't quite sure how two large dildos would fit into her mouth at the same, but somehow they managed to fit in with relative ease. This time, both of the other girls were tugging on her hair as she moved her mouth up and down the plastic cocks. Somehow along the way she noticed that Gwen's dildo was red and Heather's was purple, although she wasn't quite sure how that had any relevance to what was going on.
Eventually, Heather announced that she was bored. So the girl pulled Lindsay's mouth off of her cock and said, "Sit on my cock."
Heather was already sitting down at the time, so Lindsay got up, and slowly sat on Heather's strap-on, letting the other girl enter her pussy.
"Bounce." Heather said, and Lindsay obeyed. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw that Gwen was preoccupied with something else.
"Hey, pay attention to me you fucking slut. Don't worry about what Gwen's doing," And once again, Lindsay turned back to face Heather, who pulled the blonde girl in for a lustful kiss.
Heather smacked her ass once and Lindsay continued bouncing, until she felt something big enter her asshole, which caused her to squeal a little bit. She turned around… but she really didn't have to.
"Ohai Lindsay," Gwen said, "You like anal, right? Not that I really care either way, but… never hurts to be polite."
The two girls began thrusting inside of Lindsay (and they were a lot better than they probably were in real life,) which gave Lindsay both immense pleasure and pain at the same time.
"Please stop… it's too much," she said, although she said it half-heartedly, as she really didn't want them to stop. As a response to Lindsay's pleas, Gwen began spanking the blonde girl. Not wanting to be outdone, Heather began smacking her tits.
"Oh my fucking God!" Lindsay yelled, "I'm gonna cum!"
"You better fucking hold it in!" Gwen yelled.
So she held it in… and held it… and held it…
After a few minutes, Heather finally said, "I think I'm gonna cum."
"Let's cum together," Gwen said, "All three of us!" And they did.
Lindsay laid there for a few minutes catching her breath. She was wondering if there was going to be a round two, or if this was it. Finally, Gwen said:
"Alright, we should probably get the bitch to Courtney; she's probably expecting us right about now."
"Courtney?" Lindsay asked.
The two girls offered no explanation. They simply picked Lindsay up, and threw her in the back of a van that suddenly appeared nearby. They got in the front, left the school parking lot and drove down a road that looked completely unfamiliar. Everything on that street looked really over-happy and fake, until they reached a house that was bright pink on the outside. Gwen (who was driving) pulled into the driveway, and the two girls got out of the van. They then dragged Lindsay out of the van and inside the strange-looking house, where they saw Courtney. Courtney, unlike Gwen and Heather who were dressed in regular clothes when Lindsay first saw them, was already in a dominatrix outfit, wearing a red corset, a black, spiked collar, black leather gloves, and thigh high black leather boots, with a whip tied around her waist; she was also smoking a cigarette.
"You're late," Courtney said.
"Sorry… we got lost in something tight," Heather answered, referring to Lindsay and her genitalia.
"Alright, whatever. I'll take the bitch from here; you two enjoy the rest of your night."
Lindsay watched through the window as Gwen and Heather got back in the van and drove away, leaving Lindsay and Courtney in the house alone.
"Nice heels," Courtney said, referring to the pair of high heels that Lindsay had on, which she kept conveniently forgetting about. This opening compliment made Lindsay assume Courtney was going to be a little bit nicer than Gwen and Heather were.
Wrong assumption.
"Listen bitch," Courtney said, "I want to make this clear. You're nothing, got it? As long as you are inside this house, you are my fucking property. You have no fucking rights, you have nowhere to run too, so you will do whatever the fuck I want you to do, no matter how disgusting and perverted it seems, or else this is gonna get a hell of a lot worse than it already is. Do you understand?"
"But… I…"
Courtney pressed the end of her cigarette butt against the side of Lindsay's neck, and she yelled in pain. Up until this point, Lindsay had been able to get some perverted pleasure out of what Gwen and Heather did to her, but there was no way she was able to twist getting a cigarette burn: that fucking hurt!
"I don't think you understood me, you dumb whore." Courtney said, "I asked you a fucking question, I expect a fucking answer. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Lindsay answered quickly. Getting burned was a hell of a lot worse than getting slapped across the face.
"Yes… what?"
"Yes… ma'am."
Courtney pressed the end of her cigarette butt into the other side of Lindsay's neck, and once again Lindsay yelled in pain.
"Wrong answer; try again." Courtney said.
"Yes… mistress?"
"Good girl," Courtney said, "Now follow me."
Courtney dragged Lindsay into the living room, sat down on the couch, and put her boots up on the table with her legs spread wide apart. "I want you to lick my boot," Courtney said, "I don't give a damn which one, just licking my fucking boot."
Lindsay began licking her boot. After a while, Courtney finished her cigarette, lit another one (this was the first time Lindsay had ever seen Courtney chain-smoke,) and said, "This tastes good, doesn't it, whore?"
"Yes… mistress."
"Now bend over my fucking lap," Courtney said and Lindsay complied, even though she knew exactly what was next. Courtney untied the whip she had around her waist, and started whipping Lindsay's ass until it was bright red.
"So how did that feel?" Courtney asked.
Lindsay wasn't quite sure how to answer this for two reasons. First of all, she wasn't quite sure whether she enjoyed it or hated it. Secondly, she really wasn't quite sure why Courtney kept asking her opinion about things when she was just going to do whatever the hell she wanted to her and there was nothing Lindsay could say or do about it. After a short while of thought, the fear of being cigarette burned again crept back in Lindsay's brain and she said:
"It felt wonderful, mistress."
"That's great. You wanna suck my cock?"
'Cock?' Lindsay thought, 'Oh no, not this again.'
"Yeah mistress, please, let me suck your fucking cock," Lindsay feigned enthusiasm to avoid another cigarette burn.
Courtney grinned, "Now that's what I love hearing. I'm gonna go get my sexy cock, just wait here… oh, and hold my cigarette. You can drag it if you really want to."
Lindsay chilled in the living room, smoked Courtney's cigarette and waited for Courtney's return with her strap-on cock. It took her a while, but when she finally did come back, Lindsay's jaw nearly hit the floor. Gwen's and Heather's strap-ons were big, and Lindsay had seen some fairly big dicks, both real and plastic, in her short life, but she had never seen anything like Courtney's strap-on dick. It was completely black, and had to be at least ten inches in length, and was also extraordinarily thick.
"Eleven inches, bitch," Courtney said, "And you're about to take every goddamn one of them."
"But… I…"
"Listen bitch; remember how I said you'll do whatever the fuck I want you to do? Well, I want you to suck my big black dick."
"Yes… mistress."
Lindsay licked the tip of the dildo before putting the entire thing in her mouth. Courtney grabbed her hair and began forcing Lindsay's movements, causing her to repeatedly gag, which Courtney apparently found really sexy.
"I just fucking love when you gag on that cock, bitch," Courtney said, "I could just sit here and watch you do this all day… but I have better plans for you. Lie on the couch and put your ass in the air… and give me my damn dart back."
Lindsay handed Courtney her cigarette back, and she proceeded to take a nice, long drag to kill it. Lindsay laid on the couch with her ass facing towards Courtney, and Courtney smiled.
"Damn your pussy looks so fucking tight," Courtney said, "But pussy loving is not what I want."
Lindsay than screamed in pain as Courtney entered her ass and began thrusting as hard as she could.
"I'm more of a dirt road kind of girl," Courtney said.
"Courtney, what the hell is going on down there?" Lindsay heard a voice that sounded like Duncan's call.
"Nothing baby," Courtney said, before turning back to Lindsay and saying, "I couldn't let Duncan get a piece of my fuck-whore, now where were we? Oh yes…" Courtney put one leg up on the couch and began thrusting even harder.
"Please Courtney!" Lindsay begged, "You're going too…"
Courtney put one of her hands inside Lindsay's mouth and yelled, "Don't you dare fucking bite." With the other hand she grabbed a piece of Lindsay's ass. This continued for a little while, until both Courtney and Lindsay climaxed, also at the same time.
"Oh my God!" Lindsay yelled, "That was… that was…"
"You gotta admit," Courtney said, "I'm really good at this."
"Yes mistress, you are." Lindsay begrudgingly admitted.
Slowly, Courtney began to pull out of Lindsay's ass, leaving a large gaping whole where the dildo used to be.
"Kiss me," Courtney said, and Lindsay obeyed.
"Well… that was fun," Courtney said, "But I…"
The doorbell rang and Courtney, with Lindsay following behind her, went to go get it. She opened the door and saw Amber there.
"Well, you look like you had fun," Amber said, "But it's my turn now."
"Have fun… by the way, I stretched out her ass a lot, so you should probably go for her pussy," Courtney said.
"Alright," Amber said. Courtney gave Lindsay to Amber and the older girl dragged Lindsay to her car and pushed her along into the shotgun seat. Amber got in the car, and began driving away.
"Amber?" Lindsay asked, "I thought we had something? I thought you loved me?"
"Loved you? I loved your appearance, definitely, but not you as a person. You're a crappy person, selfish, stupid, and naïve, and Courtney's right; you really are only good for sex. So, we decided, we being Courtney, Gwen, Heather, Shelly, Leanne, and myself, to use you for the only thing you're actually good at… which, if you were paying attention to what I just said, is nice kinky sex. But why the fuck am I telling you this, I'm sure Courtney gave you a similar speech."
Amber pulled up in her driveway, and the two girls walked out of the car and into her house, only to find Shelly waiting in the main hallway.
"Shelly?" Lindsay asked, "I thought you were dead?"
"Really?" Shelly said, "Well, you thought wrong. I only faked my death to get away from you. Yeah you're attractive, but one can only take so much of your constant bitchiness, and you're so damn clingy that if I simply broke up with you, you wouldn't leave me alone. But enough of this meaningless talk. Amber, how about we get right to the main course?" Shelly said.
"I like your idea, Shelly. I have the toys in my drawer." Amber said.
Amber and Shelly both stripped and put on a strap-on dildo.
"I can't believe this is fucking happening to me," Lindsay said.
"Well you better believe it, because…"
Lindsay didn't hear the rest of what Amber said, because she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her left shoulder.
"Sorry I didn't…"
The pain came again; and again; and again; and…
"Lindsay?" Amber asked, "Are you okay?"
Lindsay looked around. She was back in her own bed, everything was normal and exactly how it was after her sexy time with Amber the previous night. Could it be… she was dreaming the entire time?
"You were mumbling really loudly," Amber said, "So I hit you on the shoulder a few times to wake you up. Sorry if I scared you, but I couldn't sleep."
Usually when it comes to dreams, people generally only remember parts of a dream, and even then it's kinda fuzzy. But Lindsay remembered every single fucking detail of the dream she just had, and she didn't like it.
"I just had the strangest dream of all time," Lindsay said.
"Well there was obviously sex involved." Amber said.
"How did you know?" Lindsay asked.
"Your sheets are wet." Amber replied.
"Oh…"
"So tell me what happened…" Amber said, "I'm already vaguely interested by this dream of yours."
So Lindsay told her what happened. She told her about everyone saying they only liked her because of her appearance, she told her about repeatedly getting strap-on raped by other girls, she told her who was involved in the dream, and everything else.
"So… as you can probably see, my dream was really fucking vivid," Lindsay said.
"Vivid it was," Amber said, "But I hope you realize that nothing in it is true."
Lindsay hesitated for a little bit, so Amber grabbed her hand, looked her in the eye, and said.
"Listen. I don't know about how Gwen, Heather, and Courtney feel about you. I don't know them that well, and I'm not a mind reader. I did know Shelly very well, and I knew that she absolutely loved you. There is no fucking way she ever would've left you if she had a choice, especially under circumstances like the ones you described. But Lindsay, there's something in your dream that I'm absolutely, 100% sure is wrong."
"The fact that Shelly really is dead?" Lindsay asked.
"Yeah, that too, but Lindsay… I love you." Amber said.
"I love you too Amber."
The two girls embraced for a kiss. Unlike the one after dinner the previous night, which was hard and lustful, this one was full of love and soft passion. Lindsay ran her fingers through her girlfriend's soft hair and they smiled at each other as they drifted back off to sleep. Before they shut their eyes and entered their subconscious', Amber remarked:
"I have to be honest thought, if Courtney is half as hot when she's having sex in real life as she is the way you described her, than that bitch could dominate me anytime."
Lindsay laughed, "Oh Amber…" was all she could say.
(A/N: Okay, I know I'm not supposed to do breaks in the middle of my story, but I should explain something: normally I don't like to go into very much detail with sex scenes in my story because I think if people wanted a lemon, they should just go read a lemon. The reason why I did it in this scenario is because it is very important to the overall dynamic of Lindsay's dream… and because I haven't gotten laid in a while. Now back to the story…)
Time: 26 September 2007
Lindsay told Courtney about the dream that she had. This actually made Courtney laugh really hard.
"Can I let you in on a little secret?" Courtney said, "Promise to God you won't tell anyone."
"I don't believe in God," Lindsay said, "but I promise I won't tell."
"Well Duncan and I… we've been having a lot of kinky sex lately, so that part of your dream isn't entirely wrong. I know that in your dream we didn't have a full-on BDSM style affair, but there was definitely a dom/sub thing going there," Courtney said, "And I'm usually the dom."
"So… Duncan's kind of a gimp then." Lindsay said.
"Pretty much," Courtney said.
"So that guy is a closet bisexual and a secret gimp… no wonder he tries to act so manly all the time."
"I thought you liked Duncan," Courtney said.
"Of course I like Duncan, he's fucking amazing," Lindsay said, "He's just been getting on my nerves a little bit lately with all the shit that he's been hiding and his complete and utter fucking paranoia about Amber Chase. Duncan was always the guy who didn't give a damn what other people thought about her, and while he always hated the school system in general, I had never seen him hate individual teachers and staff members simply for being teachers or staff members, so I don't know what the fuck is going on with him lately."
"Yeah, I've kinda noticed that too," Courtney said, "I don't know how to talk to him about it though…"
"Well, if the problem exaggerates, you gotta do something," Lindsay said.
"I wanna do something; I'm just not quite sure what to do." Courtney replied, "But… getting back to your dream… I also happen to own a red corset; I recently bought it at an online sex shop with my mom's credit card… so I think you might have some kind of ESP."
"Thanks for sharing that, Courtney."
Time: 27 September 2007
At about 6:30 pm, Gwen and Heather showed up at Leanne's house.
"Why the fuck do we have to do this?" Gwen asked, "I mean, we could be going to some kind of party tonight… or hell, even just spent the night in my room doing all the usual shit. That's gotta be a hell of a lot better than entertaining Leanne's request."
"Well, I guess that's what we get for putting our trust in a pathological liar," Heather said.
Heather opened the front door to Leanne's house, finding out it was unlocked in the process.
"Now why the fuck would she do that?" Heather asked, "She could get robbed or something, especially since she lives in a fucking mansion."
Gwen and Heather walked further inside, not seeing Leanne anywhere.
"I'm starting to think this might be a trap," Gwen said.
"It's a trap!" Heather jokingly yelled.
"Not funny Heather," Gwen said.
The two girls saw a random piece of paper with an arrow pointing up and left.
"I think she wants us to go to her room," Gwen said, "Let's just get this over with I guess."
Gwen and Heather walked up the stairs and into Leanne's room, where they found Leanne standing in the doorway. She decided to shove her fingers in the other girls' mouths. Judging by the fact that they tasted like cum, she had clearly been masturbating before the teenage girls arrived.
"Hello ladies, so nice of you to join me," Leanne said, trying to sound sophisticated. She was dressed in a nurse-outfit, and was clearly going for some kind of roll play type thing, "Sorry about the surprise opening, but I thought you girls might like what it tasted like. So… was I right?"
Neither Gwen nor Heather said anything.
"Feel free to say I'm wrong if you think I was wrong." Leanne said, once again trying to make herself look sophisticated.
"Um… I was too startled to really taste anything," Gwen managed to squeak out. That wasn't quite true, but she thought it was better than saying nothing.
"Right well… you girls have an appointment right now, so why don't you lie down, and… ahem… make yourselves comfortable." Saying an appointment was a reference to her nurse's outfit, just in case you didn't pick up on it.
The two girls laid down, and, well, to make a long story short, they had a hot lezzie threesome. Both Gwen and Heather loved Leanne's boobs, they were extremely big (at the very least an 'E' cup,) very soft and round… almost certainly fake (although they never actually asked her,) but very nice nonetheless. After they finished, the three girls were lying in bed, when Leanne checked the time.
"Y'know, as much as I'd just like to lie here with you two," Leanne said, "I kinda had a whole night planned, and we have dinner reservations at 9 for the 3 of us. So we should probably start getting ready."
"What time is it?" Gwen asked.
"It's 7:14," Leanne said, still trying to sound like a smartass.
"I don't think we're gonna need 2 hours to get ready," Heather said.
"Well, it will take you a really long time to get ready, especially with me here," Leanne said, "Besides, I still have to drive there. But first I gotta take a shower." Leanne got up to go take a shower, but before she opened the bathroom door, she turned around and said, "Y'know, if you two also wanna take a shower, we could save time by… y'know."
Next thing you know, all three girls were in the shower, washing each other's bodies. When they got out, Leanne went into her closet to pick out dresses for the two younger girls.
"Now, the place where were going is kinda fancy," Leanne said, "So you're gonna have to wear something kinda nice. Thankfully, I have a few dresses that look classy, but are really sexy at the same time. We're all approximately the same size, right?" Leanne asked.
"Why are we doing all this?" Gwen asked, "Fancy restaurants bore the fuck out of me."
"Yeah, I'm more of a casual type of girl too," Heather said.
"So am I?" Leanne said, "But I want this night to be special. Which means we're gonna have to spend a lot of time on hair and makeup as well."
After about 45 minutes (a length which Leanne expected would be much longer,) picking out clothes and fixing hair and makeup and whatnot, the three girls were ready to go.
"Wait, before we go," Leanne said, "I just want to say hi to Joanne."
"Oh yeah, about Joanne," Heather said, "Are you sure it's a good idea just leaving her at home alone?"
"I leave her home alone all the time, it's no big deal." Leanne said.
Leanne walked into Jo's room, knocked on the door, opened it anyways when Jo didn't answer, and caught her dildoing her vagina.
"Hey Jo," Leanne said, "How do I look?"
"Could you please get out of here, mom?" Jo said, "I'm kinda busy."
"Just check out how Gwen and Heather look." Leanne pointed to the two girls standing right next to her, "Don't they just look really fuckable?"
"Mom, I'm 11! Why do you keep trying to hook me up with older girls?"
"I'm not trying to hook you up, I'm just asking for your opinion," Leanne said, "But if you're going to be a bitch, that's fine. Gwen, Heather, let's go!"
Leanne, Gwen, and Heather left the Cunningham's house and got in Leanne's car. Both Gwen and Heather decided to sit in the back of the 5-seat, 2-row car so they could talk on the way there.
Jo, who was still in the house, knew that Leanne and her "friends" were now gone, and decided to make a phone call.
"Hello?" The person on the other end of the phone said.
"Hey, it's me Jojo."
"I know, I have your number saved on my phone."
"Leanne and her little friends are gone, so you can come over now."
"Alright, I'll be there in a bit." The person said.
"Tonight's gonna be so fucking awesome." Jo said, before ending her phone call and smiling evilly.
Meanwhile, back in Leanne's car, the milf asked the two younger women:
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, but I think it would be really hot if you two touched each other on the way to our destination."
"Um… we'll pass, thanks." Gwen said. Not that she would've minded touching Heather in the back of a car, or even touching Heather in the back of the car for the enjoyment of Leanne, but she just wasn't in the mood. And by the look on Heather's face, she probably just wasn't in the mood either.
"Oh well…" Leanne said, "There'll be plenty of time for that stuff later tonight."
Because the place was far away, Leanne reached her destination a little bit later than she had intended, at about 9:15 or 9:20.
"Reservation for three at 9 pm," Leanne said as she entered the restaurant, and the waiter showed them to their table. Gwen and Heather sat on one side of the four-seated table, Leanne sat on the other.
"Here," Leanne said, "I took the liberty of getting both of you fake IDs; you can thank me later."
"What do we need fake IDs for?" Gwen asked.
"You really don't know?"
Leanne handed Gwen and Heather their fake IDs. Gwen looked at hers and saw that it had her real name and birth day (May 5) but her birth year was changed to 1986 so, according to the ID, she was 21 years old. She looked over at Heather's and saw that Leanne did the exact same thing with hers. At first Gwen didn't get it… and then it hit her.
"Oh… you got us fake IDs so we can buy alcohol?" Gwen blurted out, and Leanne shushed her.
"Not so loud, girl," Leanne said very quietly, "I don't want all the stiffs in here knowing I'm buying wine for two teenagers."
Because there weren't that many people in that restaurant at the time, the waitress came fairly quickly. Leanne said they still needed more time to order, so the waitress left, then came back a little bit later. All three girls ordered different meals, but they did all get the same red wine. Heather was actually a little bit nervous when handing the lady her ID, but she tried her best not to show it, and the woman either didn't notice her nerves or frankly didn't care. Heather did notice something rather strange though, Leanne's ID wasn't her real ID either. She had her really birth date, but not her real name, going by the name Leanne Gale instead. After the waitress left, she asked Leanne why that was.
"I've been going by Leanne Gale lately. I don't want people to know I'm James Cunningham's widow, as that's a lot of unwanted attention, even for me."
"Oh… yeah, that make sense." Heather said, before turning to talk to Gwen, "How nervous were you before the waitress saw your identification?" She asked.
"A little nervous, but it wasn't that bad." Gwen said.
"Really? I was almost shaking I was so nervous." Heather said.
"That's because you're too much of a good girl," Gwen joked, "You need to be more rebellious, like me."
"Hey… I think both of you are pretty bad girls," Leanne said, "Otherwise you wouldn't have come here in the first place."
"Leanne, you're the naughtiest out of all of us," Heather said, a little too loudly which caused one old fuck in the corner to shoot her a disapproving look. Leanne and Gwen just giggled.
After the meal
"So, how did you like the wine?" Leanne asked.
"Meh… it's not really my thing," Gwen said.
"What about you Heather?" Leanne asked.
"It's not bad I guess…" Heather said.
"Maybe we'll just get you two different wines next time," Leanne said, "Anyways… you wanna go back to my place now for some more hot sexy times… this was kinda the third part of what I'd planned."
"I'm down," Gwen said, "Heather?"
"Fuck yeah, let's go!"
Leanne drove the two girls back to her house. Joanne and her mystery friend pretended to be asleep once the three older girls arrived. Leanne brought a few beers from the kitchen, which the girls drank in the bedroom before getting in the bed for another round of steaming hot lezzie sex. After they were finished, and lying in Leanne's bed a little bit tipsy and completely worn out from the night, Leanne asked:
"So… how did you girls like it? Please be honest…"
"That was…" Gwen started to say, "Fucking amazing! The dinner was kinda meh, but that was probably the best sex I've ever had."
"I don't usually agree with Gwen 100%," Heather said, "But she's completely right. Next time, please take us to a different place if we're going to go out… but there better fucking be a next time."
"I knew you girls would like it," Leanne said, "And I'll let you in on a little secret… you two girls are the hottest people, man or woman, that I've ever fucked. So, do you think you can make your secret little lezzie twosome into a secret little lezzie threesome?"
"We'll think about it," Heather said.
"Well, we exchanged numbers earlier," Leanne said, "Just call me when you've reached a decision."
But it's pretty fucking obvious which decision they're going to make, Leanne thought, they might be hesitant at first, but they're not gonna be able to resist me. And I don't think I can resist them… at least I hope I can't… wait, am I actually starting to like these two girls? I can't fucking like people, I'm Leanne Cunningham; I don't fucking like people…
Time: 30 September 2007
"Hello?" Leanne asked.
"Hi Leanne, it's me, Gwen." Gwen said.
"Oh hey Gwennie… so what's your… um… final verdict, y'know, on turning your friends with benefits relationship into a full-time three-way FWB thing."
"Oh yeah, about that…" Gwen said, "You're in… for now."
"YAY!" Leanne squealed, "Oh thank you!"
"Well, you don't sound excited at all," Gwen said sarcastically.
"Sorry, I'm just happy. It's been a while since I've been in this kind of scenario… I just thought of something."
"What?"
"Lindsay's gonna be so fucking pissed when she hears I'm fucking her two best friends."
"Leanne… please don't tell Lindsay."
"Why not?"
"Because we don't want to get into any kind of trouble with her." Gwen said.
"You won't. She'll be mad at me, not you."
"Leanne, just don't."
"Okay fine." Leanne said, "You win."
Time: 1 October 2007
September rolled by and October began. Nothing really appeared to change at first: Duncan and Courtney were still dating, Duncan was still a closet bisexual, Lindsay and Amber were still in a secret relationship, Gwen, Heather, and Leanne were still secret friends with benefits, Gwen was still dating Tyler, Heather was still dating Cody, Geoff was still dating Brittney, Ezekiel was still forever alone, and Rudy was still seeing Ashley, who kept getting him to do really disturbing things with her that no Grade 6 should ever normally do. However, things were about to change, for both the better and the worse. But one thing was for sure: change was absolutely, completely, inevitable.
A/N: I know I'm gonna have someone bitch at me about the fact that his chapter was more character development than it was plot development. I don't care: a lot of the characters had gotten a little bit stagnant and I felt they needed to be re-energized. And I know that Rudy didn't play a major role in this chapter again, and he is something of a fan favourite among my readers, but I just wasn't quite sure what to do with him in this scenario. Don't worry, I promise he will play a role in Chapter 29.
