Mike & Karen Ch. 02

Karen smiled to herself as she slid two fingers back into Lisa while her tongue snaked around and massaged her clit, humming sensuously. She found herself wondering if she told her roomie often enough how much she enjoyed the taste of her, how much she enjoyed making love to her.

Because this was as close to lovemaking as she had ever come, in some years, anyway. She'd had sex with lots of girls at her boarding school and she had been with more than a few boys in her teen years, but it was just sex. She wasn't in love with Lisa, but there was an emotional investment that perhaps approached her feelings for Jennifer, her dorm mate back at St Evangeline's. That was as close as she'd ever come to being in love, no question.

"Uh!" Lisa grunted, shoving her hips forward into her lover's face, grinding her pussy on Karen's lips with a desperate eagerness. Karen was very glad she'd gotten her redheaded leman to begin trimming her pubic hair, which, while not quite as lush and wiry as Mona's, had the unfortunate habit of tickling Karen's nostrils, and that wouldn't do. Ergo, Lisa shaved, or at least trimmed. The social activist and feminist in Lisa may have demanded she go au naturel, but Karen had no time for that.

Lisa's hands were now fondling her own small breasts, pinching at the nipples and pulling on them. She bit her lip as she trembled and did her best to keep from being too vocal. Only Karen seemed to know how to make her scream, although to be fair, she'd not been with many girls before that, before she'd come out as a lesbian.

Karen coaxed her friend's legs wider, until she could also slip a finger back inside Lisa's ass. The girl whimpered and shook, while Karen's fingers tried to touch one another inside her. Karen knew this would make her cum not only harder, but much quicker. She wasn't about to make Lisa feel rushed, but they didn't have a lot of time.

Lisa squeaked as she fought to hold on, her body almost collapsing in on itself, but then she shuddered and sighed loudly, the orgasm she craved washing over her. She squirmed and writhed, panting as she leaned forward, resting her hands on Karen for support. Almost a full minute passed before she sagged, moaning quietly.

Smiling, Karen slowly pulled her fingers out of her friend and stood, pulling Lisa upright. They smiled and rubbed their noses together before kissing lovingly. Lisa shivered as she tasted her cum on Karen's lips.

"Mmm, well, at least you didn't squirt in my hair this time," Karen mentioned, pulling back from the kiss and smirking at Lisa, who blushed at the memory. "I wasn't able to get it out before having to do my presentation about piezonuclear fusion."

"Sorry about that ..." Lisa said quietly, still flush from her orgasm.

"I'm sure people have suffered greater indignities as worse moments," Karen said lightly, dismissing the incident. "Most of them accounted for by our lovely Janet."

Lisa nodded. "I'd better go shower," she sighed. "Don't wanna smell like sex when your parents get here ..."

She trotted by Karen, squeaking and giggling as her lover smacked her on the behind. Once the door to the bathroom was closed, Karen washed her face in the small kitchen sink and then fixed her appearance quickly, followed by drinking a glass of strong red wine; not only would it mask the scent of Lisa on her breath, but it would fortify her nerves, which her father would no doubt test.

The phone rang.

"Ekaterina, we're at the welcome desk in your dorm," her mother's voice said cheerfully.

"The monitor will direct you, come up to Room 305," Karen replied. "We'll be here."

Fifteen minutes early. Karen appreciated punctuality and even showing up ahead of time, but with her father, it always reeked of a trap somehow, usually trying to catch someone off-guard. Unfortunately for him, she knew that little game all too well. Just a few minutes later, there was a knock at her door.

"Hello, my lovely girl!" Miranda gushed as she swept in through the door and took Karen into her arms, hugging her tight. "It seems like a thousand years since I've seen you!"

"I've missed you as well, mom," Karen said quietly, her heart warming and her eyes growing moist. Her fanatic dedication to her mother was a secret joy she allowed herself, expressing it subtly. "I'm so glad you could make it into the city."

"Father ..." she said, going up to the man who came in behind Miranda and hugging him. She kissed his cheek and then smiled at him while he assessed her. His cold blue eyes looked her up and down, his patrician face cool and aloof.

"You've grown informal," Jonathon Blackwell said finally, nodding. "I trust your grades and achievements compensate for this lapse."

Karen smirked. "You'd be remiss in thinking otherwise, O patriarch," she replied, downplaying his attempt to assert himself. "As for my informality, I now reserve my curtsies for visits with our sovereign majesty, Queen Elizabeth. When you have secured me an audience, I shall practice them ceaselessly."

His only acknowledgement of the jibe was a crease at the corner of his mouth before he followed his wife into the room. Karen was about to shut the door when another person entered, her cousin, who smiled at her coolly.

"Goodness, Rodney," Karen said, smiling and putting her hands together, feigning delight. "I had no idea you were coming."

"Neither did I, until Uncle Jonathon announced that I should," the young man said, clearly nonplussed. "And I prefer to be called 'Bif', Karen, you know that."

"Oh, my apologies, Bif," Karen said graciously, gesturing for him to enter. Rodney Blackwell was the oldest son of her father's younger brother, about two years older than Karen. While he was not the direct heir to the Blackwell estate and empire, he most often acted as if he were, by dint of being the oldest of their generation. Karen knew that she would one day have to put the little snot in his place.

She joined the trio in her living room now, assessing them and looking for any new details she was expected to notice -- her mother looked the same as ever, beautiful and lively, dressing elegantly but with a marvellous synthesis of her hippie spirit that Karen had always loved. Her dress was blue and flowing, carrying tie-dye patterns within. Her brown hair still carried the reddish highlights of her Scottish heritage, something she'd passed on to her daughter.

Jonathon Blackwell, her father -- stern in bearing, with aquiline features and a haughty expression, without vanity. His hair was ash-blond, his eyes a cold blue. Like Miranda, he was hyper-intelligent, but his gifts were analytical, rather than expressive and artistic, and it was from him that Karen got her astonishing grasp of mathematics and sciences. He was considered a philanthropist, but Karen knew he thought of this trait as a utility, as much as a duty. The masses needed looking after, certainly, but someone needed to rule.

And then there was Rodney. Her father may have looked haughty, but Rodney just looked insufferable. Something of a whiz at computer engineering, he never missed an opportunity to make sure everyone around him knew he was the expert on the subject. True, Karen was perfectly capable of keeping up with him, and had even schooled him on the matter once or twice, but it was generally not worth her time. The unspoken agreement was that she allowed him to be seen as the expert, while he never brought it up in her presence. Ash-blond and blue-eyed like the rest of the Blackwells, he was the butt of endless 'Village of the Damned' jokes when his back was turned.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Karen said, closing the door and joining them. "I thought I'd take you on a quick tour of the campus before --"

"Kar?" Lisa called loudly as she stepped out of the bathroom, toweling her wet red hair vigorously while wearing another towel around her waist and nothing else. "How long've we got before your parents are scheduled to -- "

She stopped dead in her tracks as she noticed the small gathering in her living room. Karen watched her passively; the older woman, presumably her mother, looked on with a slight smirk, while the father seemed decidedly unimpressed and the younger man tried not to gawk.

"Oh. Hello ..." Lisa said uncertainly, her normally pale body quickly going pink with embarrassment.

"Nice of you to join us," Karen said without missing a beat and walking over beside her roommate. "I guess it's time for introductions. Lisa Heyman, this is my father, Jonathon Blackwell, my mother Miranda Gordon, and my cousin, Ro- I mean, Bif."

"Nice ... to meet you all?" quavered the redhead meekly, trying to smile as she pressed the damp emerald green towel she'd been using to dry her hair to her bust. "I ... maybe I'd best go and put on some clothes before we continue ..."

"You're probably right, darling," Karen agreed, turning Lisa gently by her shoulders toward her bedroom, sending her off with a pat on the butt. She looked at her parents and shrugged.

"Very informal ..." Jonathon muttered, clearly unimpressed.

"Such is the way of mere mortals nowadays, father," Karen said blithely. "One adapts, or one fails to have any friends."

"She seems delightful, darling," Miranda remarked, smiling.

"What was her name again?" Rodney asked, staring at Lisa's bedroom door.

"Down, boy," Karen replied, trying to not sound terse. "She's a lesbian."

"How d'you know?" he asked, frowning.

"Because she told me she likes girls," Karen answered rather obviously.

"Maybe she just hasn't met the right man," Rodney said, grinning.

Karen resisted the urge to punch him.

"And you think it's appropriate to be that familiar with her behind?" her father asked.

Karen tried to keep from rolling her eyes. "If we were both men and football players, you wouldn't have blinked if I slapped her on the hindquarters."

"And have you decided that you're a lesbian?" he asked pointedly, his voice carrying an edge of concern.

"I can safely and truthfully tell you, father, that I am not a lesbian," Karen said firmly. It was true, she was bisexual, which was a different thing than being a lesbian altogether, even if the distinction was willingly lost on most people. "Here's an idea: let's give Lisa some privacy while she changes and then she can join us on our little tour," she suggested, indicating the door. "No sense in making her feel more awkward, is there?"

She trooped them out into the hallway before heading back inside and knocking on Lisa's bedroom door. Without waiting for a response, she let herself in. Lisa was sitting naked on her bed, looking rather dazed.

"Oh, there's no need to be like that," Karen said softly, smiling and reaching down to caress her friend's cheek. "These things happen. After all, how often do you leave the bathroom without wearing your robe after a shower?"

"Of all the days to have that lapse in judgment ..." Lisa sighed. "Will it really be okay?"

"I'll make a deal with you," Karen said, taking Lisa's hands and drawing her up to a standing position and looking into her eyes. She undid her blouse and then unclasped her bra so that her bountiful breasts pressed against her roomie's. She leaned forward and her lips grazed again Lisa's as she whispered. "If everything is not all right at the end of this visit, by your standards, I'll marry you. What say you?"

Lisa's eyes widened for a moment and then she closed her eyes and shook her head. "Now I know everything's going to be fine."

Karen nodded and kissed her lovingly. "Meet us down at the Governor when you're ready. Thirty minutes."

"Oh, I can't afford that, Kar," Lisa protested.

"Don't worry, it'll be my father's treat," Karen assured her. "He'll be incredibly offended if he doesn't pay."

Lisa relented, and shared another kiss with Karen, who then went to join her family. This may have been her father's alma mater, but some things had changed, and she was going to show them her world and university.

***

"So I hope you understand," Janet said as she walked along, her arm threaded through that of the huge blond man walking beside her. "I really like you and all, but ... I think we're just too different to really be seeing one another on any sort of serious basis."

"I think I understand what you mean," Mike said, trying to sound conciliatory.

"I'm glad," she announced, smiling and patting his hand. "But I think girls tend to be a little more emotionally evolved than boys, so you'll just have to take my word for it, okay?"

"Okay," he allowed. "So now what?"

"Well, we may not be in a relationship anymore," she purred, smiling up at him and pulling him around the corner of one of the old buildings before putting her hand over the bulge in his jeans. "But hopefully you won't mind if I play around with this bad boy on occasion."

"I doubt either of us minds," Mike chuckled. "You've got a surprisingly free attitude."

"I'm a modern woman," she purred, rubbing his cock gently while slowly kneeling. "I know what I want ..."

Mike looked around subtly, making sure no one was walking by, but this area was rather remote at this time of day. He assumed she'd picked it on purpose, and he already knew that Janet was not afraid of public sex. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. She hummed and began kissing the head, swirling her tongue around it.

Mike decided he wouldn't object to a climax and allowed her to continue. Janet actually wasn't all that bad with her mouth, smiling slyly as she looked up at him while she bobbed back and forth along his length. He grew hard and she stroked his shaft deftly, her hand following her wet mouth. He smiled and stroked her hair while she serviced him, and he reflected that this outcome was actually not bad at all. She had indicated that she was not interested in a relationship beyond the physical, which saved him the task of letting her down, since he wasn't that into her.

It amused him to think that she would probably get no small amount of mileage out of being known as the girl who dumped Mike DeBourne. He had no particular ego to feed in that regard, but he was well aware of the way girls on campus looked at him.

Except that one ...

***

Alex put down his beer and tried to stop chuckling. "You mean to tell me that you got dumped? By aunt Janet? I didn't hear that part before."

Mike shrugged. "It made her feel good to be the dumper, rather than the dumpee. To be honest, it sort of reminds me of that conversation you had with Heather after you started seeing her briefly again, where she said you were too smart for her, and that maybe just friends with benefits suited you best."

Alex nodded. "And I agreed, for obvious reasons. But now, it seems like she might've decided to pursue me again, or at least that's the vibe I'm getting from our last encounter at the wedding."

"Yeah, you might want to deal with that," Mike agreed. "Not just because of Alli, but because Hell hath no fury. She could make your life really difficult if she decides to be vengeful and petty."

"Well, I don't think that's how she is, but it's best not to take a chance, you're right," Alex agreed, grimly. "Wish I knew what to do, though."

"You'll figure it out," Mike said simply. "I have faith in that brain of yours. In any event, I think what happened next ought to intrigue you ..."

***

The dinner at the Governor had been pleasant enough, except for maybe Lisa, who was needing to constantly but politely rebuff the attentions of Rodney. He was one of those entitled men who was of the opinion that a woman was a lesbian only because she hadn't been screwed by the right guy yet. Karen did her level best to deflect him from pestering her friend by keeping him busy with questions and allowing him to talk about himself, while Miranda did her best to engage Lisa in conversation.

After dinner, they were walking down the street as a group, heading back to the campus. Mr. Blackwell had suggested they take his car, which was more than big enough for them all, but Karen had been firm on the matter, saying that the renowned public house was not far away, and the walk would constitute part of their tour.

"Your dedication to staying at my alma mater is admirable, Karen," Jonathon Blackwell mentioned as they walked. "Just keep in mind that that those offers of scholarship from Oxford or MIT will not wait forever."

"If they actually want me, then they will wait," Karen said simply. "Oxford is the second-oldest extant university in Christendom, after Bologna; it's not like their existence is dependent on my accepting their offer. More than that, the only way for this fair institution to gain worldwide recognition as a center of higher learning is for people to attend it and make something of it, without running off every time some place with a shinier reputation makes a lewd advance. If it was good enough for you, father, it's certainly good enough for me."

She smiled as she looked at the campus buildings, walking arm-in-arm with her father. "Besides, it suits the feminist in me, since there is a healthy movement here."

"Good for you, my dear," her mother said, trying to contain her pride. "You're certain to make a big difference here."

"Only because of women like you, mom," replied the daughter. "Yes, I'll do my part for feminism, but I intend to do it by walking through the doors you've held open. I'm going to be a physicist, a renowned one, and not just because of my gender."

"That was the point of all the marching," Miranda agreed.

"Actually, can we pause here for a moment?" Karen asked, stopping the little troupe. "I just want to run into the registrar in this building and confirm a course I've applied for."

"Yes, kitten, but do hurry up," her father said, looking at his watch. "I want to get your mother to the Royal York and get her settled in before I have a meeting with some stockholders in the Library Bar."

Karen nodded and trotted up the stairs, disappearing into the building.

"Well now," Rodney said, turning to Lisa and smiling. "What plans do you have for the evening?"

"I'd ... I'd best get back to the dorms, I have studying I should be doing," Lisa replied rather hesitantly.

"Oh, surely that can wait," Rodney said, touching her arm. She tried not to flinch. "I think your time would be better spent getting wined and dined, wouldn't you?"

"It's a very kind offer, but I'm afraid I must decline," Lisa said, visibly uncomfortable. "As a matter of fact, I think I'll head back now, please tell Karen that I --"

"Well, now you're just being saucy," said the young man, holding her arm firmly. "I really must insist."

"Rodney, you're making her uncomfortable," Miranda interjected.

"Thank you, aunt, but I believe we two adults can resolve this on our own," Rodney said coldly. He'd never cared for the Gordons, especially not his hippie aunt.

"Please just let me go ..." Lisa pleaded.

"I think the lady is asking to leave," boomed a voice suddenly near them. They all turned to look and saw an enormous blond man towering over them and favouring Rodney with a cold stare. "Perhaps you had best let her."

"Oh, Jesus ..." Lisa murmured, shrinking away slightly.

"And who the Hell are you?" Rodney demanded.

"Doesn't matter," said the new arrival tersely. "What matters is that the lady wants to be away from you."

"Well, for your information, the lady and I can handle our own affairs," sneered Rodney, refusing to relinquish Lisa's arm. "Why don't you run along and get a haircut or something?"

Mike smirked. "Last warning. Let her go."

"You're about to get a mouth full of hot Gucci loafer, peasant!" Rodney said angrily. "Now beat it, before I --"

The echo of the open hand cracking across his cheek could be heard down the block. Rodney staggered for a moment, his cheek turning scarlet and stinging like Hell. With a gasp, Lisa yanked herself free and ran into the campus.