[The “Mount Bliss” mini-series continues from our last post, “Fast, Wet, & Slippery.”]
After the long day at the lake and the suggestive movie, when Lo and Lily went to bed that night, Lo got up the guts to ask Lily, “What did you mean when you told me that lying out in the sun naked here is no different than being naked in front of your dad?”
Lily laughed a little and said, “You know we’re French, right?”
“You mean, like French French? I mean, born there?”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Oh, I thought I mentioned it.”
“Well, you might have said in passing that your family is French, but I thought that was a few generations ago.”
“No, my dad and his brother Collin came here just before I was born, like twenty-three years ago or so.”
“But they have no accent!”
“Their parents were diplomats and they were raised half in America and half in France. But even in France, they went to the American School.”
“And your mom?”
“My mom is from D.C. My dad met her when he was at the French Embassy here.”
“So, in France we always vacation in the south and it’s pretty much all nude beaches there. That’s all I meant by that. Nothing kinky.”
“Oh, I see. And so Collin was just interested in Blue is the Warmest of Color because he’s French and it’s a French movie?”
“Probably,” she snickered. “That, and he’s a horny fuck.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“He is! Haven’t you noticed?”
“Well, he has been showing me a lot of attention.”
“A lot of attention?! Come on, Lo! You know that there’s something between you two.”
Lo blushed and admitted, “OK, I know he wants me, but what about your Aunt Suzanne? I mean, she’s got to know something’s up.”
“I think that they have an understanding,” she said with a knowing, mysterious smile.
“What makes you think that?”
“I have my ways,” said Lily, delighting in the unspoken.
“Do you think that Collin is trying to encourage you and me to play?”
Lily said nothing.
“Or me and Suzanne?”
Lily again said nothing.
“Come on Lily! You have to have some take on it. I mean, if you know that they have an understanding, you must have some idea what Collin’s up to with that porno film he showed us.”
“Lo! It wasn’t a porno film. It won tons of awards!”
“It was porn and he meant for us to view it that way.”
“It turned you on, didn’t it?”
“I’m not denying that,” said Lo, who was simultaneously and unconsciously playing with her pussy beneath the covers, “but paint drying turns me on. I want to know what Collin’s plan is? What’s he scheming?”
Lo leaned toward Lily, who was sitting on the bed not far from Lo, and Lo said in a whisper, “Or did you suggest the movie?”
“Meeeee?” squealed Lily, playing innocent. “I didn’t. Why? Do you want to seduce me?”
“Do you want me to seduce you? To finger you the way those two girls did?”
“Oh no,” said Lily, to Lo’s great disappointment.
“No?” repeated Lo in disbelief. She’s not used to being turned down.
“No fingering me. No. I’m A-O-L.”
“Anal Only Lifestyle.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just what it says. I only do anal.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m not.”
“I’ve never met anyone who only did anal. I mean, I’ve met lots of people who swear never to do anal, but not the other way around.”
“Well, I’m not only French, I’m also Catholic.”
Lo laughed. “What’s that have to do with anything?”
“A lot! You see, the Church teaches that sex before marriage is wrong.”
“You didn’t buy that B.S., did you?”
“I did! And before I was married, I tried to be a good girl.”
“But anal sex,” Lo began to say, putting the pieces together.
“Anal sex isn’t sex, and so, I was a good little anal slut in high school. I never had sex — according to the Church — but I had lots of loads up my ass. I grew to really like it. No, to love it. And so, even now, it’s only anal for me, even though I’m married.”
“Really?!” asked Lo in disbelief.
“I’m still, technically, a virgin.”
“How’s Jim feel about that?” asked Lo with deep curiosity.
“Oh, he’s such a romantic,” she said, almost dismissively. “He wants so badly to take my virginity. But I’ve held off.”
There was a long pause and the conversation turned serious as Lily pondered the simple question.
“I guess,” she began slowly, “I’m just afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid he might not like it or. . . maybe I won’t like it. You know how small he is.”
Lo knew very well.
“I guess I prefer that he just keep on banging my backdoor than take a chance on coming in the front.”
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