THERE'S NOTHING BEYOND THIS POINT

Lillian wasn't actually all that keen on dating Ron again.  He was nice looking and had plenty of

money but sometimes he smelled and he drank to much.  However, she could always at

least count on him to ask her.  As they sat outside the little cafe she smoked and wondered

about where her life was going.  Ron downed his second drink and looked at her with that

familiar gleam in  his eye.  "I have never seen you looking so beautiful Lillian...you are a goddess."

     "And how would you know what a goddess looked like Ron dear?"

    "My mother was a catholic, she told me."

    "You forgot to order a drink for me."

    "Damn, and I need one too," Ron gasped...seeming to  have forgotten.

    Later they walked down by the river.  As the strolled across the St. Etienne bridge Ron took her

hand and squeezed it tightly.   "I'm so in love with you and you treat me like complete shit," he

complained.  "My God Ron...what in hell are you talking about...we go out at least once a month.

Sometimes even when I'm not desperately bored."

    "See, that's what I'm talking about,"  he leaned in and attempted to kiss her but she turned her

face away at the last moment and his lips only brushed her cheek.  He sighed and leaned with

his back against the bridge.  "You're such a bitch."

     "I  know," Lillian replied.  She wouldn't admit that his body pressed against her for a brief moment

aroused her.  He was lean and hard, unlike her beloved Joseph.   Joseph, the bastard, who cheated

on her and fucked other girls...even girls she knew!  But he came from a good family and her mother

loved him.  Why couldn't Ron have class she wondered?

    They both lit cigarettes and walked some more.  He took her hand and she didn't protest.  "I want to

get  drunk," he said finally.  "I know I'm not going to get laid so that would be the next best thing."

    "Why don't you fuck that girl, what was her name...Judith?"

     "I'm sick of her, she's fat and always going shopping.  I have money but no one has enough to

take care of that woman."

     "You know you love her,"  Lillian answered, quite demurely.

    "I love you and  you're a bitch."

    Lillian stopped, put her arms around Ron and pulled him close.  She kissed him, her tongue probing

deeply.  He seemed startled, then she broke away.   "What did I do to deserve that?" he asked.

    "Honestly Ron, I feel sorry for you...I wish I could love  you but you will never amount to shit."

    "What...I have a great job."

   "One that your father gave you."

    "So, I make shitloads of money my dear...I'm certain you haven't forgotten that?"

    "Must it be about money again?"

    "I want to fuck you so bad..." Ron said desperately.  I need to suck your breasts and kiss your

furry taco."

     "Good Lord, Ron...you are such a pig, take me home."

    "Fuck you bitch, find your own way home."  Ron threw some money on the ground and stomped away.

    She watched him go before picking up the cash.  It was always this way with Ron.  She supposed she

would have to fuck him soon.  He wasn't that bad after all.  She walked a bit more then decided to take

a rest on a park bench.  She lit a cigarette and checked her makeup in her compact.  "Just as lovely

as always," she sighed.

     "And modest," a male voice answered.  Lillian looked up to see a  handsome blond stranger.  Interesting.

     She hadn't noticed him, this was a bit troubling...a girl could get raped if she wasn't aware of her

surroundings.  Lillian wondered what it might be like to get raped.  She shrugged and turned back to

her primping.  "You aren't very friendly then,"  the stranger said.

     "What makes you say that...I don't even know you?"

     The birds were making a lovely noise.  The wind was soft and warm.  Somewhere in the distance a

melody floated out towards the park.  "What a beautiful evening,"  Lillian said, mostly to herself.

    "Yes it is...my name is Cal by the way...I'm an American."

    "You speak French very well," Lillian replied...her interest piqued a bit.

    "Yes, I studied it for years, finally got to come to Paris and use it."

     "So, you are a soldier then."

     "Yep, here to save you guys from those nasty Huns."

     "I hate the war, its has taken all the best men away to the front.  Why do men love to kill each other

anyway...you are all such brutes."

     "Well, I can't speak for all men but I can be tender at times you know."

     "Please."

    "I aim to."

     Lillian rolled her eyes.  What an ass...although he was a very handsome one.

     "I was going to a play...would you like to come with me...I promise to be a gentleman."

     Lillian adjusted her little feathered cap..he was a total stranger.  "Yes, I suppose if its something

good and you mind your manners."

     Much later he walked her to her door.  "Thank you for the enjoyable evening," she said and put

out her hand.  "Only a handshake?" He asked.   "Don't be an ass," she said.

    "You are really some piece of work...I'm sorry I wasted my evening on  you."  Without another

 word he turned and walked away...his whistling annoyed her terribly.  "You bastard," she mumbled

under her breath while searching her purse for her key.  She went in, hoping against hope that

Joseph might call and ask forgiveness.  She would say no of course, but of course he wouldn't

call.  He was to busy fucking every whore in Paris.  She wished she were a man sometimes, just

walking the streets looking for a wet hole to jab her dick in.  Lillian laughed at herself.  She had

had a good time with Cal.  He was a good conversationalist.  At least he was more fun than that

drunken idiot Ron.  After showering, she felt clean and sexy...almost horny.  She considered calling

Ron and asking him to come over and fuck her.  No, she mustn't spoil that little jerk.  She knew that

sooner or later she would have to give him some...he was so horny all the time.  Perhaps he would

be ok with a hand job...only those made Lillian horny too.  It was all so complicated.  She had some

wine and hoped that Joseph would call.

   The next morning she had a visitor.  It was her cousin, her second cousin.  He was young and fresh

faced.  She liked him but his eyes were always on her ample breasts.  She answered the door in

her nightie.  Lee's eyes were burning.  "Oh hi Lee..come in."

   "Mind if I visit for a bit...home is so damn boring."

   "I don't mind but I'm going back to bed for a nap."

    "let's take one together then?'

    Lillian shrugged.  "I guess that will be ok."

   she lay down and Lee quickly joined her after stripping down to his boxer shorts.  Lillian had taken

 a sleeping pill and she dosed off quickly.  A couple of hours later she woke and looked at her clock.

It was a sin to sleep all day she reckoned.  It was then that she noticed someone was in bed with her.

Only Lee...his breath was warm against her neck and his arms was wrapped tightly around her back.

One hand cupped her breast.  She put her hand between her thighs and squeezed herself.  She had

no intention of fucking her own cousin but he smelled good.  She rolled over on her back and put her

hand down the front of his shorts.  She quickly found his fat, flaccid cock and his soft balls.  The felt

good in her hand, she fondled them a bit, then let her fingers play in his pubs.  "Don't stop, he

groaned."  Quickly he cock became erect.  She jacked it up and down and Lee's breath became ragged.

   "Oh, fuck!" he grunted.  His hand worked her breasts and his lips found her neck.  Soon they were

fucking hard.  He pounded her like a madman.  "Don't you dare cum in me!" she warned.  I'm in no mood

to carry a little brat for you.  He nodded and after a few more desperate strokes he yanked his cock free

at the last moment.  The sperm shot over Lillian's naked belly and boobs.  It was quite a mess.  She

ignored his cum and dozed back off.  When she woke again he was gone.  She was nothing but a quick

fuck to him....yet he was family she reasoned.  If only Joseph would call.  The phone rung.  She grabbed

it up anxiously, spilling the glass of wine that sat by the bed.  It was Ron.

    "Im sorry I was such an ass," he said sheepishly.  "Can't we do  something together today?"

    Lillian was very broke..it was either Ron or reading...and she didn't own a single book.  "I will

meet you at six at the usual place," she said.  "Thank you my dear, you are lovely."

    Lillian hung up the phone and stared out the window at the old oak tree and the beautiful blue sky.

She prayed tonight would be better.  What more could a girl do?

 

More adventures of Lillian by request...the Author..(me)