Date: Wed, 04 Mar 2020 23:52:48 +0000 From: Fastbobby Subject: The Awakening of Lilly part 2 Lesbian/young-friends The Awakening of Lilly 2 The Parting Billie gave one last shuddering moan and lay panting. Lilly crawled up from under the covers and slid next to her. “Was it good?", she whispered. “Shush. I don't want to talk,” Billie said between soft gasps. Lilly wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close. They lay like that for a long time. When Billie's breathing returned to normal she turned to her cousin, placed a tender kiss on her lips and finally answered. “It was terrific," she whispered, mindful of the others in the house and the thin walls. “Will you write to me?”, Lilly asked after a long silence. “I'm not much of a writer,” Billie said. “If I write you have to write back,” Lilly admonished. “I'd hate it if you didn't answer.” “You'd laugh at my writing. I'm just no good at it”. “No! I wouldn't, honestly. It's not how you write, it's that you care enough to write. What you say is more important than how you say it,” Lilly said. “You have to promise.” “I'll try,” Billy finally conceded. “Now how about you?”, she asked, sliding a soft hand up Lilly's leg and cupping the treasure she found there. “I'd make too much noise,” Lilly said. “You could hold a pillow over your face,” Billie suggested. Lilly laughed sadly. “I'd be smothered before I finally calmed down”. “Yea, probably,” Billie admitted with a chuckle. Lilly's vocal renditions during orgasm were interminable and awe-inspiring. “Tomorrow in the barn then. Your folks won't be here until the afternoon, so we still have half a day left.” The Summer was coming to a close. Both thirteen year old cousins had their parents coming to pick them up the next day, with Lilly returning to the city and another year in junior high, and Billie back to her parent's farm and her own rural school. Lilly, reminded of the imminent separation they faced, started to cry softly, her tears falling unseen in the dark. Billie stroked her back until she finally shuddered to silence and eventually fell asleep. “Wake up, sleepy head.” Lilly opened a bleary eye and smiled up at her cousin who stood beside the bed fully dressed. “Hi,” she said, holding out her arms. “None of that,” Billie said with a laugh. “Come on, we have a lot to do before our folks get here.” The smile slid from Lilly's face at the reminder of what the sad day promised. With a groan she slid from bed, her naked body drawing a whistle and grin from Billie. “Bring all that to the barn later,” she said pointing at Lilly's body. “I have something for it.” Lilly cocked a bony hip. “I'll take that as a promise,” she said with a very adult, lascivious smile. Lilly watched the door close behind her cousin's back and listened to her skipping down the stairs to the kitchen. She turned to the pile of clothes she had thrown on the floor the night before as the two girls had scrambled urgently into bed. She picked up her skimpy bra with distaste. The two cousins had been taking every opportunity to leave that garment off when they thought they could get away with it. Holding it in her hand she turned to the cracked mirror over the dresser. Her small breasts really didn't need a bra. She raised her free hand to cup one. Billie had labelled them her-sweet-oranges. Half oranges, Lilly thought. She envied Billie's breast which were larger, pointed cones. With a reluctant sigh she snapped the bra around her chest. With their folks coming, this was not going to be a bra-less day. When she was dressed, Lilly ran a comb through her long hair and pulled it into a pony tail. When she was done, she looked in the mirror at her image. Dressed in jeans, runners and a white t-shirt she decided she was acceptable, and turned to the door to follow her cousin down to breakfast. In the kitchen Lilly found her cousin already at the big kitchen table. In front of he was a plate of eggs and bacon, already half consumed. Her aunt turned from the wood stove and greeted her with a smile. “There's the sleepy-head,” she said. “We thought you were going to wait for lunch before you got up.” Her aunt Edith must have heard her shut the bedroom door as she already had a full plate which she slid onto the table across from Billie. She did not miss the fact that her niece's usual sunny smile was missing. “Thanks, Aunt Edith,”, Lilly said, pulling a chair up to the table. Under the table Billie slid a foot forward and ran it up the side of her leg. This brought a bit of a smile to Lilly's face. “You two finish that up,” Aunt Edith said. “After you do the dishes, I don't have anything else for you to do. Just go out and enjoy the sunshine.” She knew the girls were sad that their time together on the farm was coming to an end. She had been surprised at how the cousins had taken to each other. The two imps had been inseparable since Billie's parents had brought her over to keep Lilly company. The past five weeks had been full of laughter and banter at the kitchen table. The girls were seldom around after they had done the few chores that they were assigned. Edith had no idea where they disappeared to each day. They seemed to spend a lot of time running in and out of the barn, and Clay, the farm hand, had said that they spent a lot of time exploring the willow lined creek bed, and he had seen them exploring the far reaches of the farm. They were more like a couple of young boys, Edith thought. The two girls wolfed down the last of their breakfast and took the dishes to the sink. They made short work of the clean-up, and with a final thanks to their aunt, dashed through the screen door, letting it bang shut behind them. By unspoken, mutual consent they sprinted to the barn. Billie led the way up the ladder to the loft. When Lilly stepped onto the loft floor she turned to find Billie standing at the open doorway, staring off into the distance. Lilly came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her, cupping her small breasts. Standing like that they gazed over the nearly flat landscape. In the distance they could see Clay and uncle Charlie working at something beside the tractor. It looked like they were doing repairs to a fence. The sound of the running tractor was almost inaudible at the distance. “I'm going to miss this,” Billie said. “I'm going to miss you,” Lilly whispered, kissing her neck. “That's what I was talking about,” Billie said, reaching backwards to grasp Lilly's thighs and pull her even closer. “What will you do when I'm not there?” Lilly asked, planting another small kiss on her neck. “Just have to go back to the happy fingers, I guess,” Billy said with a laugh. “Will you be thinking of me when you do it?” Lilly asked seriously. Billie turned in Lilly's grasp, lifted her hands to hold her cousin's face, and gazed solemnly into the now familiar blue eyes. “Every second,” she said, and put her lips to Lilly's. The kiss was long and deep. With growing hunger they explored each other's mouths with their tongues. “What about your promise?”, Lilly panted, when they finally pulled back. “What promise?”, Billie asked, looking puzzled. “In the bedroom you promised you would have something for me in the barn.” “Oh, that,” Billie said, a big grin spreading across her face. “Just come along with me.” She grabbed Lilly's hand and lead her back into the depth of the loft, towards the piled bales of hay. At the bales, Billie turned and sat on one. She grabbed Lilly by the back of her knees and pulled her towards her, burying her face against the roughness of the denim jeans at her loins. Lilly sighed and put her hands on her cousin's head. Finally, Billie pulled back and looked up at her cousin's hungry face. Without taking her eyes from it, she reached blindly for Lilly's belt, undid the buckle, and pulled the jeans down past her knees. Again she put her face to the sweet spot and inhaled the gentle musk through the pink panties. Lilly moaned softly, a gentle thrust of her hips signalling her desire. “Please,” she cried. Wordlessly Billie stood and pulled Lilly's t-shirt over her head. The small bra quickly followed the shirt onto a nearby bale. Billie cupped Lilly's small breasts in her hand, caressing them gently, then lowered her face to them, planting kisses. “Please,” Lilly cried again, in frustration. Billie turned Lilly and pushed her back, so that she sat on the bale. Kneeling in front of her she quickly pulled off her shoes and socks. With slow, exaggerated moves, she slid the jeans down and off. Leaving Lilly sitting on the bale, now dressed only in her panties, Billie stood and slowly removed her own clothes until she stood naked in front of her cousin. Lilly gazed at her hungrily, her hand clutching at her groin. “None of that,” Billie admonished, pulling Lilly's hand away. “That's my job.” Using the discarded clothes as a blanket, Billie pushed Lilly back down, and slowly pulled the damp panties down and off. She gazed at the picture before her, one she had seen many times during the past five weeks, and knew she would never tire of. “Hurry,” Lilly moaned, spreading her legs wide and thrusting her hips several times. With tantalizing slowness Billie leaned forward. She ran her hand over the scant pubic hair that crowned Lilly's treasure, spread the hairless, moist lips and gazed at the hidden treasure. “Please,” Lilly moaned. “Do it.” Billie lowered her face and gently kissed the sweet target. Lilly's hips thrust up in an effort to meet her cousin's questing mouth. “Harder, harder,” she cried, her hands clutching at the straw. Despite her own rising urgency, Billie had a small smile on her face as she finally thrust her mouth against the target with an almost cannibalistic urge. Lilly's anticipation and need, were so great she exploded almost instantly. While she continued to draw out Lilly's pleasure, Billie kept her eyes on her cousin's face, in awe of the reaction she was causing. As always, Lilly's multiple orgasms and loud cries continued as long as Billie kept up her ministrations, but eventually she took mercy on her, and pulled back. Billie slid up and held her cousin in her arms, nuzzling a small breast until Lilly's breathing slowed. It was Lilly who eventually broke the silence. “You're such a tease,” she said breathlessly. “Just wait. You'll pay for that.” Billie smiled and kissed her cousin's cheek. “I can't wait,” she said. But they did. For a long time they just lay in each other's arms, each in her own thoughts. “Come on,” Billie said finally, let's get dressed and go for a walk. “What about you?”, Lilly asked, reaching out and running her hand up the inside of Billie's thigh. Billie shuddered at the touch. Despite her need, she pushed the hand away. “We can do that later. I heard the tractor and it sounded closer. I think uncle Charlie and Clay might be coming back.” The girls scrambled into their clothes and by the time they exited the big doors they could indeed see the tractor with Uncle Charlie and Clay approaching. The girls waved to the men then turned and began walking around the barn, out of sight of the men. “I don't know what those two find so fascinating out there in the fields,” Charlie said. “Just each other's company, I guess,” Clay said with a knowing smile. The girls circled the chicken run. As they passed it, a number of hens ran to the fence hoping for the usual handful of grain to be tossed through the wire. Walking hand-in-hand, they headed to one of their favourite haunts, the small creek that crossed the property. Dropping below the bank they were out of sight of the house and the barn. Now, at the end of August, the creek was a meagre trickle. Willows flanked it on both sides, and the girls were forced to walk single file between them, Billie leading the way. Lilly watched her cousin slip gracefully between the bushes, her slim, jean-clad backside moving enticingly. A small, sad smile came to her lips. What would she do without this freckled-nosed girl she loved; this child-woman she had not really met until a few, short weeks ago? When Billie came to a spot where the gully widened there was a patch of short, dry grass, she turned and grinned at Lilly. “Do you remember the first time we came here?”, she asked. Lilly's sad smile broadened slightly. “I'll never forget it,” she said. She wrapped her arms around herself and hugged, tears filling her eyes. Billie's grin slipped from her face. She went to her cousin and took her in her arms. They stood like that for sometime, the only sound the gentle rippling of water from the creek and Lilly's sniffles. Billie, her own eyes wet with tears, kissed her cousin's neck. “I know,” she said. “I know.” Eventually Billie stepped back a few inches and gazed into Lilly's tear-lined face. “I will write. Honest, I will.” The promise brought a loud cry from Lilly and another flood of tears. The two fell to their knees in the grass clutching each other. When the tears finally subsided they fell back on the grass, looking up at the few fluffy clouds in the late August sky, holding hands, each lost in her own thoughts. “I'll never forget this,” Lilly eventually murmured. Billie squeezed her hand. “You promised to get even for my teasing you,” she said softly in an effort to distract her cousin from her sad thoughts. Lilly turned and looked at her. “Did you think I forgot?” She reached out and ran a hand softly over Billie's stomach and up to her breast. The hand roamed over the clothes from breast to groin several times and Billie sighed happily. “You don't have to if you don't feel like it,” she said. Lilly got up on her knees and silently reached for the buckle on Billie's jeans. Within seconds, she had her cousin's shoes and jeans off. Billie did nothing to assist, and the small pair of panties followed only with some difficulty. Lilly looked down at her clad only in a t-shirt and white socks. “You're teasing me again. I want to see your breasts.” “If you're raping me, you don't expect me to help, do you?” “Well, if it's a rape you want...” Lilly grabbed Billie's feet and pulled her legs apart. She reached out and ran her hand over the soft down. Sprawling between the legs she spread the sweet lips before her. The wetness she found there belied Billie's voiced indifference. Her sadness, now extinguished for the moment, Lilly buried her face in her cousin's warm nest and feasted hungrily. Later, laying on their backs again, and staring up at the sky, Billie reached out and found Lilly's hand. “Do you think Aunt Edith will let us come back here next summer?”, she whispered. “If she doesn't we'll just run away and meet up some place. But I think we can try to work for it. My folks are glad to get rid of me for a couple of months. What about you?” Billie thought for a few minutes. “I don't know. I was surprised that dad let me come this time. I have a lot of chores to do at home.” They left the discussion at that. “I think we should get back,” Billie said later, looking up at the sun. “It's almost lunchtime.” Lilly stood and watched Billie dress. “I didn't get to see your breasts,” she said wistfully. Billie laughed. “I'll let you have a feel later in the bedroom.” Walking hand in hand when they could, the girls made their way back to the house. As they approached they saw Clay and Uncle Charlie jumping off the tractor. Clay waved to them as the two men turned and headed for the house. “What do you think of Clay?”, Billy asked with a mischievous smile, as they approached the back door. Lilly looked at her out of the corner of her eye. “Why, do you still think he's hot?” “Mmmm...”, Billy, voiced non committedly, and opened the screen door. Lilly felt a pang of jealousy. She couldn't see the impish smile on her cousin's face. In the kitchen the men were finishing washing up at the big sink. Aunt Edith turned from the stove and smiled at the girls. “Lunch is almost ready.” The girls went to the sink and stood side by side washing their hands, Lilly gave a side-wise glance at her cousin, a petulant look on her face. Billie saw the face turn to her and burst out laughing. It took a second for Lilly to realize that her cousin had been teasing her about Clay. “You'll pay for that,” she said, jabbing her with an elbow. As the girls approached the table, Clay came up behind Lilly and touched her pony tail. When Lilly turned to him with a questioning look, Clay showed her several pieces of grass he had plucked from her hair. With a small, knowing smile he went to the old kitchen stove, lifted the lid, and dropped the grass into the fire. Lunch was fried potatoes, sausages and fresh baked bread. The girl's ate ravenously, keeping pace with the men. Aunt Edith watched them with satisfaction, pausing to take a sip of coffee, before tackling her own plate. After lunch the girls retreated to the bedroom to change their t-shirts and pack their few things. When Billie pulled of her shirt, Lilly came up behind her, reached around, pushed up the bra, and cupped her breasts. “You promised me a feel,” she said, nuzzling her neck. Billie reached up, covered her cousin's hands with her own, and pressed them to her. They stood like that for a long time. Billy finally turned and looked into her cousin's sad eyes. “We had better pack,” she said. She leaned in and gave Lilly a gentle kiss on the lips before turning to pack her own few clothes. Back in the kitchen the girls found the men still at the table drinking coffee. It was Saturday, and they would normally have gone back to the fields, but with the pending visit of the girl's parents, they waited to greet them. The girls were just finishing helping aunt Edith with the dishes when they heard Marty Burk's old pick-up driving up. They all went out and watched the dented and dusty Ford pull to a stop. Lilly was surprised to see that Billie's parents had brought her two brothers along, Danny squeezed in between his parents in front, and Ralph riding in the bed. “Looks like I'll be riding home in the back with Ralph,” Billie said, a look of distaste on her face. “Too bad you don't have your pitch fork,” Lilly whispered, referring to Billie's defence of her honour when her brother last made advances on her. “Don't need no damn pitch fork,” Billie whispered back. “I'll just push him over the side. See how he likes eating gravel.” Lilly watched her corpulent aunt Cloris scramble for the truck with surprising speed, followed by the now freed Danny. “Hello, hello,” she said, rushing up to hug first her daughter, then her niece. Lilly, her face buried in the ample bosom, was smothered in a smell of lilacs and lye soap. With all the greetings done Edith said, “I just put on a fresh pot of coffee.” “Sounds good”, Marty said with his nasal voice. Giving Lilly one more long, hungry look, he followed the other three adults into the kitchen. Billie gave her cousin a 'See what I mean' look, and shook her head. “What have you two been doing?”, Ralph asked, sidling up. “Minding our own business,” Billie retorted. Ralph turned to Lilly. “You've grown since I last saw you”. His appraising look was similar to the one she had received from his father. Danny had approached Billie and was clutching her hand. “What's in the barn?”, he asked. “Nothing now,” Lilly said. She had taken an instant liking to her young cousin whom she could not remember ever meeting before. “Clay has a room there. This year uncle Martin didn't bring in any feeder calves so there are no animals”. “Who's Clay?”, Ralph asked. Lilly realized that Clay had not come out with the others to greet the arriving truck. “He's the hired hand”, she said. Trying to ostracize Ralph, the girls headed to the barn, Danny between his sister and Lilly, holding their hands. Danny seemed captivated by his older cousin and kept smiling up at her. After a brief tour of the barn, with Ralph still dragging behind, they all ascended to the loft and sat at the big, open door, feet dangling in the air. Conversation lagged. Lilly wanted to sit next to Billie but Danny had wedged himself in solidly between them. “Not much of a place,” Ralph said disdainfully. Nobody responded, but Billie gave her brother a disgusted look. “Somebodies coming,” Ralph said, looking down the drive towards the highway. They all craned their necks to look, and Lilly saw her father's big Buick coming up the drive, a trail of dust in it's wake. She was suddenly and inexplicably embarrassed by her father's new car. The car rolled to a stop beside Marty's truck. Lilly made no effort to get up. She knew she should go down to greet her parents, but their appearance was another link in the process that would see her leaving behind the most exciting weeks she had known in her whole life. As the dust settled, a small figure darted from the car. “Who's that?”, Ralph asked. “My brother, Bobby,” Lilly said reluctantly, addressing him directly for only the second time. “I'm going to go down and say hello.” She leaned back, drew her legs up and rolled awkwardly away from the door. Getting to her feet she dusted herself off, and headed to the ladder, the others in her wake. When they exited the barn, Lilly saw Billie's parents and aunt Edith and uncle Ralph had come out to greet her parents. All the adults were milling about around the car. Lilly saw that her father was dressed, as usual, in a suite and tie and her mother in a matching skirt and jacket, a string of pearls around her neck. Again Lilly felt embarrassed for her parents. Although it was how her parents always dressed, she thought they could have made some effort to dress down for a trip to the farm. The contrast between her parents and her jean clad uncles, and her aunts in gingham dresses, was stark. Still, as the children approached, Lilly saw that none of the adults seemed to take much notice of it. There was much shaking of hands and hugging going on. Lilly's was amazed at how her mother always acted different on the farm with her sisters. She was relaxed and gregarious, laughing and hugging them. It was easy to forget that her mother had grown up on a farm like this with her sisters. The fact that she had earned a scholarship to university and now worked as an executive in the mayors office and ended up married to a bank manager, coloured how she acted at other times. Lilly thought her father was the one who felt most out of place. Having nothing in common with his two brother's-in-law, conversation was awkward. When Lilly came up to the cluster of adults, her mother gave her a small smile and a quick peck on the cheek. Her father smiled and nodded. Lillie went to her brother and gave him a small hug, which he returned with a smile. “Missed you,” she said, rubbing the top of his head. Lilly and Billie stood side-by-side, sandwiched between their parents, holding hands. Ralph regarded them curiously. Billie saw this, dropped Lilly's hand, threw her arm around her cousin instead, and pulled her closer. The look she gave her brother, complete with a smug smile, said go-to-hell. Lilly, at first shy about returning the affectionate hug in front of the others, soon threw her arm around Billie. Conversation waned. Edith invited everyone into the house for coffee, but warned that the kitchen was hot now in the late August sun. Lilly's parents declined with the excuse that they had some things to take care of back in the city. Hasty, but polite, goodbyes were said. Lilly and Billie clung to each other until the last second. When her parents were in the car and her father had started it, Lilly faced the inevitable. Still, in her cousin's arms, she turned her head to look at her. She wanted to kiss the freckled-nosed face, but contented herself with a small smile and a whispered, “I'll write.” She disentangled herself, went to the open door of the car and slid into the back seat beside her brother. Lilly tried to keep her eyes on Billie, as her father turned the car in the driveway, and started to drive back down to the highway. Lilly craned her neck, looking out the back window, and watched everyone waving. As she watched, all but Billie, broke and headed for the house. The last thing she saw through the dust, as the car turned onto the highway, was Billie, still waving. TO BE CONTINUED, (GOD WILLING, AND THE CREEK DON'T RISE)