The drive back from the abandoned lot, at which Dani had parked and had fucked Lisa silly, was quiet. There was no real contention as to why. Lisa sat in the passenger side with her eyes fixed firmly out of the window, watching the streets of Los Angeles pass her by without really paying attention to them. Dani knew better than to press her into speaking. That wasn't her bag. Truth be told, it gave the older girl a few moments to pull herself together as well. Just being less than a metre from Lisa, knowing that she was the only one able to touch her in a sexual way, made Dani horny. As she drove into one of the suburban roads of West Hollywood to take her home, she couldn't help but steal a few quick peeks at the blonde girl's nubile little body. Even now, Dani felt herself dampening between her hips to the memory of what they had done no more than eleven minutes earlier. And at this time the only thing keeping her restrained was the driving.
Lisa, absent and unaware of that fact, continued to stare oat the moving landscape. For her right now there was only an urge to get home and get cleaned up. Her panties were so wet from Dani's handling of her that they actually felt a little chilly on her. Not only that but in Dani's haste to pull open her blouse one of the buttons had popped off. She couldn't go home on a bus looking like this. She didn't want to. But really the way Dani had mussed up her clothes wasn't the key issue on Lisa's mind.
An entire day of her life had been wasted -- deliberating over an issue that in the end she screwed up -- and she did that by sleeping with the girl she told herself she wouldn't sleep with again (even if every waking moment her errant thoughts were devoted to the memory of their first time together). The only real bonus of it all beyond her orgasm was her understanding of WHY she didn't want to sleep with Dani again. They just didn't have the same tempo. Dani had this unbelievable habit of pushing her into sex. The same thing happened when the first slept together last week. Lisa tried to be as confident and as insistent as she could, tried to stress that she didn't want to have sex, and yet Dani would find a way to just herd her into doing it. As great as she felt when she climaxed... she had also felt quite vulnerable. She didn't like that.
Fortunately Lisa came to that conclusion just as the car pulled up in the gravel driveway of her sizeable three-floor home. It was one of the many homely yet imposing houses that lined her street -- all of them sealed off with painted pearl picket fences, 50's style letterboxes, weathervanes and rich double-glazing. It was your typical white suburbia, a honey-laden nest for the good and golden WASPS that had deemed themselves Los Angeles' `conscience'. Even the normally overconfident Danielle Cooper wasn't comfortable here. As much as she hated the stifling nature of this place, Lisa was thankful that it could at least be seen as something of her own that had the power to knock the wind out of her admirer's sails.
When the chugging engine was shut off, Lisa quickly unbuckled herself from the seat and reached for the door. But she paused when Dani's hand clasped her shoulder to stop her. Reflexively she tightened up. Just like in the library, just like fifteen minutes ago in the old car lot.
"Y-yes...?" She said meekly.
"I wanna see you again, tomorrow night, maybe?"
They had never seen each other at night before. In fact they saw very little of each other in the day as well. And it was a school night too. Since Lisa had nothing in the way of a social life, it would strike her parents as odd if she asked them if she could go out. But there was enough of the American teenager in Lisa to not want Dani to know that her parent's wouldn't approve... so she wasn't about admit that.
"I... I don't know about that..." The young teen wracked her brain for a justification. "...I mean... I have a class afterschool tomorrow and everything..."
Dani frowned at her. "Blow it off."
"...I can't do that..."
"Lisa, I thought we were done with this shit. Don't piss me around."
Though there was a reactionary defensiveness welling up inside her, just from that alone, a more pensive Lisa suppressed it. "...I'm not, I do have a class... Western Philosophy... I was studying for it this afternoon?"
The frown didn't fade and the grip she had on Lisa's shoulder didn't ease. In fact it got tighter. Dani peered into the smaller girl's eyes with possessive desperation, searching her out. Some people had the power to interrogate you just by looking at you. That ability resided within Miss Cooper as well as any other. Lisa clammed up. It felt like being stripped naked with the invisible and psychic hands of the ocular.
She'd say anything to get that stare off of her. "...I'll see what I can do, o-okay?"
"...Okay," The more familiar grin replaced the less welcome probing frown. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
Lisa gave her a weak nod and fumbled to unlock the door. When it swung open and she tried to get out, she felt another hand reach up, grab her by the wrist, and pull her back into the car. Dani held her back and beamed, lustily. "Hey. Where's my `goodbye' kiss?"
Lisa balked at the idea. "We're in front of my house...! My parents are probably home!"
"Dani, I can't..."
As usual she didn't heed it. Dani abruptly pulled Lisa in and made the decision for her, compressing their lips together in full view of the front windows of the Whitfield Household. Lisa whimpered in protest and pulled free with a gasp. She stared disbelievingly at Dani's smiling indifference, not even believing for a moment that Dani would actually do that in front of her house (even if they were in a car). Apparently she would. Without a word she wiped the smeared lip-gloss from her lips and got out of the car, before anything else could happen. She hurried to the door and got out her keys just when the car engine came alive again behind her. When she unlocked the door and got inside Dani was already pulling out of the driveway. She slammed the door behind her and exhaled. There was so much shit floating around in her head. She only hoped for the life of her that her parent's hadn't been near the windows of the lounge.
She had to check. Lisa caught her breath and strode across the pale brown carpeting of the corridor, taking a brief glance at the mail retainer hanging off the wall. There were no letters for her. She turned and walked into the living room afterward and saw her mother and father waiting leisurely in there. Her Mom, Daphne Whitfield, sat in one of the comfortable brown leather lounge chairs in a corner of the room. Reading glasses were mounted on her lightly freckled nose as she read a novel privately. Her Dad, Richard Whitfield, has his own nose buried in today's edition of the Los Angeles Times. Like usual (when he had time off from work) he had his slippered feet up on his recliner and a shot glass of brandy on the coffee table next to him. They glanced up simultaneously when Lisa came in.
"Lisa honey," Daphne spoke. "Welcome home. You're a bit late today."
She glanced at the antique grandfather clock in the upper left corner of the lounge. It was 3.54. She normally got home a little earlier than that. "I'm sorry, Mom."
"What kept you?" Richard declared, his head ducking back behind his paper.
Dani happened. But she couldn't tell her parents about that. Not only did they not know about Dani but also they didn't know about her sexuality. And in retrospect Lisa couldn't say that she had any plans to tell them. She didn't expect outright hostility from the at the idea -- she had a feeling that they would try to be `supportive', but in their own twisted way, like by sending her to some kind of de-gay camp or by setting her up with some neighbour's prudish and equally bourgeois son. So though Lisa didn't want to lie to them she had no choice.
"Um," Thinking fast never came fast to her in these situations. "...Mr. Stephens asked me to help him out afterschool. It was for my...Western Philosophy class. He's... pretty meticulous."
"Ah. That's that coloured fellow, right?"
Lisa grimaced. "...Yes."
"Humph," Richard paused a moment to sip from his glass of brandy. "If only there were more Negroes in this country willing to accomplish something. But I suppose miracles happen every now and again."
His daughter held a hand to her face and sighed. It was so typical of Richard to say something of the sort. Within the fašade of their family's liberalism was a heartbeat that pumped with synchronization to that of conservatism. If he wasn't positing blacks as no-hoper criminals, he was dubbing all Hispanics as `cheap migrant labour', all far eastern Asians as economic leeches and all middle-eastern Asians as potential terrorist threats. Daphne didn't share the sentiments but didn't do much to dissuade him from them either. It was just one more of those things constantly grating on Lisa's willpower. It made her feel guilty she namedropped a pretty decent teacher in her track-covering lies. All of a sudden she wasn't prepared to entertain any of it -- so she turned on her heels and headed out the lounge. Daphne yelled after her "Supper will be ready in half-an-hour!" and Lisa yelled back, "Okay Mom!" as she climbed the stairs. She went straight to her room, closed the door behind her, shrugged off her backpack and literally collapsed into lavish purple fabric of her duvet.
She exhaled a healing breath. It felt like for the first time today she had some time to herself. It was short-lived because her little companion, her pet kitten, affectionately called `Koenig'. She meowed briefly underneath the dark security of her bed and stuck her little head out, hearing Lisa's return. The ginger-furred kitten pounced up onto the bed and stepped onto her owner's back, purring warmly.
Lisa smiled at the feeling. "Koenig... you're tickling me."
The cute strawberry-blonde kitten trod in circles around her back with tiny steps but didn't settle there. So it hopped off of her and nuzzled herself against Lisa's cheek. The young owner giggled and nuzzled Koenig back. The kitten settled into a series of calm purrs and Lisa played with her all the while, stroking under her chin and behind her ears. It bought her a few moments of peace. But somewhere in the following few minutes Lisa started thinking about her situation again.
She exhaled. "It just feels like everything's ganging up on me today, Koenig. I can't concentrate in class, my Mom and Dad are driving me crazy, and most of all, this thing with Dani. I'm attracted to her, I really am, but... why does she always have to push me into things? She won't let me go at my own pace... is that really the kind of person I want to be with? I mean... we're not really together now, but... every time she looks at me... I just melt. And I hate feeling like that. But then when I try and distance myself from her she gets angry with me... and I hate that too. I'm just so confused right now, Koenig. I wish I knew what to do..."
Too bad that little kitten couldn't talk. He was a good listener. And since the adorable Koenig was the closest thing she had to a friend in the `real' world, which was as good as she was going to get. Lisa heaved a sigh and rolled off of her bed, disturbing Koenig. She had to get changed. So she peeled out of the blouse-missing-a-button, her pea green skirt, as well as her drying-yet-still-cold-from-vaginal-wetness white panties. She redressed in some relaxed indoor wear consisting of a loose eggshell brown pair of summer shorts and a plain white tee shirt. Onto her feet she slipped on her green-strap thong sandals. And once dressed she sat down on the revolving chair by her desk and switched on her computer. She had no life in the `real' world but in cyberspace... there was a sad, anonymous freedom at her hands. Anonymity gave her the courage to say things that she just couldn't with a physical profile (shades of the Nietzschean `Last Man'). The first thing she did after logging on was go online and the first thing she did after going online was to check her hotmail account. Seven unread e-mail messages were waiting for her -- usual stuff. Two from some of her contacts, three review notifications from the websites at which she posted her poetry, a special offer e-mail from amazon.com (25% off all classical albums) and the last one was a conformation of her membership to a historical journal she had been eyeing a week or so ago. Just as Lisa clicked on the first of those e-mails to reply to, a tiny AIM window popped up.
`peach_lilies' was, or at least claimed to be, a nineteen-year-old biracial student studying anthropology in a South African university. They had met online a year ago when they were both posting their poetry on fictionpress.com for others to read. Lisa had read one of hers, loved it, e-mailed her about it and soon they became fast friends. They were both lesbians and they often exchanged e-mails or spoke with each other with AOL instant messenger about their lives. Lisa of course didn't tell her everything, especially not about Dani, but of all the Internet contacts she had, peach_lillies was the closest. Speedy fingers started tapping over her keyboard to reply.
Sophrosyne: Hi. How's it going over in SA?
peach_lilies: `side from the crime it's pretty cool LOL. What about you?
Sophrosyne: Not great to be honest with you :(
There was a slightly longer pause than normal between replies.
peach_lilies: girl trouble?
peach_lilies: i should have known. is she hot?
Sophrosyne: What does that have to do with anything?
peach_lilies: i just wanna know! ^_^
Sophrosyne: Yes then. She is pretty hot.
Sophrosyne: I guess.
peach_lilies: you guess? what kind of answer is that?
Lisa giggled a little at that.
Sophrosyne: This is the stupidest conversation we've ever had!
peach_lilies: maybe. but I bet it put a smile on your face though, right? ^_^
That caused Lisa to blink in surprise. She was right. She had been smiling at that. It was nice to have someone to talk to. It made her long to have a friend in the `real world', someone just like peach_ lilies, who she could talk to about the Dani situation. It was those thoughts of hers that stopped her from looking out of the desk-side window and noticing the moving van parking up at the curb of a `sold' house. There was a car behind it. When its doors opened two people, a middle-aged couple, came out. They were followed out by a young woman -- their daughter.