Lourdes

Lourdes
By Jericho

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AN: Don’t worry I haven’t abandoned my other narrative. But I’ve been working on this story for a while now. I wrote down the initial idea for Labels Were Our Friends on a youth group bus ride when my friend [Becky] found out that her old childhood friend [Megan] was a lesbian. I kind of just took the idea and ran with it.

This story is a little closer to home. I wrote it for my first girlfriend after a girl who couldn’t “come out of the closet” dumped her.

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Alice Whitfield lay down in the middle of the backyard; her body spread out like a star. She looked up at the passing clouds and sighed. She was all alone. No one to tell her she was over reacting, or doing too much. No one to tell her "Alice please don't reupholster the furniture!" No one to yell at her for doing something wrong. She was well within her boundaries. But Alice still could not shake the tremendous guilt she was feeling. She couldn't forget the girl's aroused eyes, and the look of fear that passed through them before she -

No, it's best not to think about it.

The young woman let the blades of grass caress her fingers. She let the dirt in the crooks of her toes massage her joints. She let the wind that glided over her skin molest her facial features; her nose, her lips, her lashes. Alice let her body be one with the world, hoping God could forgive her for what she had done. A girl. Alice could remember the way she touched her, touched her like Mike couldn't. The way she ran her fingers over Alice's thighs and the way she screamed when Alice -

No, no, Alice. Shudder the thought.

But she couldn't. All she could think about was the look in the girl's cornflower blue eyes as Alice's dainty fingers brushed against her most private of places. The black hair tangling with blonde as two sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Just thinking about it made Alice want to go back into the house and just so she could wake up next to the girl who could make Alice scream in ecstasy just by pressing those cherry red lips sucking against her -

Stop right there!

Suddenly, a shadow cast over Alice and a warm body lay down next to her. The girl's hand caressed the young woman's face. Alice simply sighed.

"Lily, this doesn't change anything," she stated simply. "I'm still marrying Mike."

Lily kissed her cheek and snuggled her nose on Alice's neck. "I know," she hummed.

"Don't get me wrong," Alice sang, shifting her body to face the beautiful blonde girl. "I do want you. It's just wrong."

Lily sighed and cuddled into the older woman's arms. "I know."

"It's not just the lesbian thing," she stated firmly. "Even if I was a man, Lily, I'm just too old for you. You're a little girl."

"I'm seventeen," protested Lily with a childlike smile.

"And I'm twenty-one," Alice reminded her in a more serious tone. "And I'm engaged to a man that-"

"You love," the blonde finished for, sitting up and looking away from her lover.

Alice sat up and put her arms around the other girl's shoulders. "Lily, you know I-"

"Don't finish that," Lily hissed and brushed Alice's arms off as she stood up. The older woman stood up as well and touched her delicate arm. Lily jerked around to face her. There were tears in her beautiful eyes as she choked out, "Unless you intend on finishing it with: 'I have changed my mind. I've decided to leave Mike and take you away from this dreadful place! Let’s go to France, Lily, or New York. Let’s go anywhere that isn’t Lourdes.’ Unless that's what you plan on saying, don't say anything else."

"Come inside with me," Alice whispered. Lily nodded and followed the other girl inside the house. Once inside, Lily laid down on the couch. She sighed and stretched out. Alice stared at her body. The girl was dressed in a skin-tight, light purple camisole that fitted her snugly. She was wearing booty shorts that were so short that Alice could see her panty line. Alice tried to divert her eyes from Lily.

"Can we just have one more time?" asked the girl's quiet voice.

Alice blinked and turned away. "Lily, no," she choked, even though her mind desperately wanted to do it.

Lily stood up off the couch and stood to face Alice, whose hazel eyes darted away from the small girl to the ceiling. Sighing, Lily gently slid her hand up Lily's over-sized black Avenged Sevenfold T-shirt that fit Alice perfectly and cupped her perfect breast. Alice shook at her touch and her breathing became heavy as she kept her eyes on the ceiling. With a look of slight irritation, Lily pulled her hand down to the bottom of Alice's shirt and removed it without a word of protest from Alice. Yet the taller girl didn't lower her eyes, even though she was now in only her lacy blue bra and Lily’s pajama bottoms. With a certain grace, Lily walked behind an immobile Alice and unhooked the bra. The small girl brought her lips to kiss the crook of Alice's neck as she removed the bra and let it drop to the floor.

"Now turn around," Lily whispered.

Reluctantly, the woman complied with her request. Lily smiled in satisfaction at the sight of Alice's milky white skin. She looked like she was a sculpture of Aphrodite herself. It made her nipples harden inside her cami, which showed through, making Alice breathe heavily. Her own nipples became erect and she felt her womanhood arouse. Lily pressed her body against Alice's and brought her lips to her ear.

"Get on the couch," the girl said in a heavy voice.

Willingly, Alice swiftly collapsed to the couch. Lily lowered herself onto her lover's lap and kissed her softly. Alice brought her trembling hands to Lily's back. Breaking the kiss, Alice pulled off the purple cami and threw it to the ground. With a sultry smile, Lily brought her left breast to Alice's lips. Like a baby to its mother, Alice began to suck at the small breast. Lily let out a small moan. Not breaking from the breast, Alice pulled off the girl's shorts and soaked undergarments. Breathing heavily, a naked Lily ran her fingers through Alice's short black hair.

"Oh Alice," the girl heaved. "Take me now."

Without another word, Alice threw the fragile girl against the couch. Lily stared up at the woman with a surprised grin on her lips as Alice removed her own pants, leaving her clad in lacy purple underwear, before she lay down on top of the panting girl. In a passionate fury, the goddess crashed her lips against Lily's and pulled away. She then proceeded to suck the blonde's soft neck before going lower, down to her breasts and then stomach. With each kiss, the girl moaned in pleasure. Alice stopped only a second as she arrived at Lily's lower stomach, right above the area her panties would normally cover. Lily’s legs split making a path for Alice to blaze. She lowered her head and breathed against her clit, readying her fingers for entrance.

Mike’s ring burned on her finger. It wasn’t the one he had proposed to her with. That one she had put on a necklace, which was safely in her apartment on her dresser. She could still remember coming out of a Kroger’s with her boyfriend of two years and laughing as he insisted on borrowing a quarter to buy something out of those cheesy gumball machines. She could still feel the blood in her cheeks as Mike childishly bought a gumball ring, and the slowing of her heart when he turned around on bended knee.

“If I get a real one of these for you, will you love me until death do us part?”

Honestly, her diamond wasn’t worth much more than the gumball ring. It wasn’t really big and it didn’t really sparkle, but Mikey had spent more than half his savings on it. As a police recruit, Alice’s husband-to-be wasn’t exactly on the high end of the fiscal food chain, but what he lacked financially and with what Alice had come to terms, intellectually, he made up for in compassion and innocence.

“Alice. You. Tease.” Lily panted.

The raven-haired beauty snapped back into the real world and sat up. Her lover had a look of reasonable irritation on her face as she lifted her head and stared at Alice.

“I’m not going to have sex with myself here,” Lily grumbled, but she quickly got a playful look on her youthful face as a dirty thought came to her mind. “Unless that kind of thing turns you on,” she purred.

“No, no,” Alice sighed. “Just have to take care of something.”

Taking off her ring, she set it gently on the coffee table next to her and resumed her position between Lily’s widespread legs. Her womanhood was beckoning Alice. As much as she loved Michael, she belonged here between Lily’s thighs. Lovingly, Alice perched her lips at Lily’s entrance and pausing one second to get Lily back on edge, then finally slid her tongue into her, tasting the vaginal juices she always managed to get Lily to pump for her. Retracting her tongue, Alice thrust her index and middle finger up into the young girl’s pussy, which clamped down on it. As she pumped, making sure to get faster with each push, the older woman lapped up any extra juices trying to make sure not to get any on the couch; otherwise Lily could end up in a hospital.

Alice was far from a virgin. Through out her high school experience, Alice Whitfield had been quite the little whore. In her freshman year, she had agreed to send a sleazy guy friend of hers naked pictures of herself in a desperate attempt to get him to like her. In her sophomore year, she got completely shitfaced after a break-up and gave her best friend in the entire world a blowjob. Later that year, she lost her virginity to that same boy because she thought he might leave her. In her junior year, she had her first experience with a girl. It had been in a closet at a rather large party and they made-out. Her first truly sexual experience with a girl was her senior year when the head cheerleader and her both wanted to blow the captain of the football team. So one day, they had a threesome beneath the bleachers. It had frightened her when she realized that she had spent more time licking Whitney Chester’s pussy than she had getting laid by Ryan Davidson.

Then she and Whitney tried it without Ryan, and it was magical. Their passion for each other could only be matched by the feelings she now had for Lily. It came to the point where Alice and Whitney could barely be in the same room together without one of them almost having an orgasm by just breathing the same air as the other one. She almost failed her final exams because of she caught sight Whitney’s blue bra-strap and the alluring aroma of her Victoria’s Secret brand perfume before class. Of course, when Whitney’s born-again parents found out about their little rendezvous, she was forbidden to ever speak to Alice again, and with Alice graduating, they never did see each other.

Despite her avid sexual history, it had been awhile since Alice had sex. Michael and her had met under less than modest terms when her latest hook-up and his neighbor locked her outside Mike’s apartment half-naked because his wife came home early from work. So in a way, he had saved her from that self-destructive lifestyle, but at the same time it had deprived her of sex for over two years.

Alice had honestly forgotten how good it was. The enticement of the spontaneity was like a natural high, and the physical pleasure could not be matched by any feeling in the world. Oddly enough, it was Lily’s screams of ecstasy that really got her wetting her panties in sexual stimulation. The way the blond girl’s toes curled, and how her little hands clamped into fists clutching at the couch. The way she moaned, and how her cornflower eyes seemed to roll back into her head. The way her juices tasted against Alice’s hungry tongue. The way she climaxed and how she seemed to collapse into a puddle of Sapphic-flavored jello.

Before Lily could even remember where she was, Alice was gone. She raised her head to see her Alice retreating into Lily’s bedroom. When she came back she was fully dressed in her clothes from the night before.

"I have to be going," Alice informed her as she picked up Mikey’s ring off the coffee table. "Your father will be home soon, and Mike's moving into the apartment today."

"Okay," Lily frowned.

"I'll see you soon," Alice promised as she headed to the door.

"You don't have to," the girl whispered as she watched her lover leave.

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“Sunshine, I honestly don’t care,” hummed Michael Spencer. “In two months we’ll be sleeping together any way.”

Alice tugged at her pretty black hair in frustration. “I just want to know if it’s too weird for you to sleep in the same bed as me because of my ‘overly sexual nature’.”

With an irritated exhale, Mike lied down on Alice’s bed and rolled around on it to test its feel. With a simple smile, he stretched out succumbing to the softness of her plush blankets.

“Yeah, this feels good,” he groaned and looked up at his blushing bride, who was covering her face. “Could you lay down next to me?” he requested. “I’ll never truly be able to test it out without knowing how that window light streams in on your face.”

Shaking her head, Alice lied down on the bed and faced her fiancé. In spite of, or maybe even because of, the shy, embarrassed look on her angelic face, Alice looked absolutely striking as she lied next to him in their bed. Mike honestly felt like he couldn’t breathe. All he could do was lift his hand and gently stroke her rose-colored cheek. At his touch, the blushing faded from her face and she mirrored his profound expression.

“As much as I love this bed, I’m going to have to sleep in the guest bedroom,” he told her in a breathless voice. “It would be a shame to break two years of chastity, well twenty-three years on my part, just because I can’t imagine waking up and seeing you like this without giving into the urge to just take you right here right now.”

The ends of her pink lips curled a frown, and an odd watery look came to her hazel eyes as they searched his face. “Mike.”

“I’m not kidding,” he breathed, as a corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked grin. “I need you Alice.”

Playfully lunging at her, Mike straddled his fiancée and held down her wrists. She gave an initial squeal as he did this and squirmed giggling as he pinned her down. His perfectly disheveled blond hair hung in his round boyish face as his bright blue eyes met hers. Alice simply looked up at him with a rather not-amused expression on her face.

“You are so weird,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Why do I put up with you?”

Mike lowered his head and gently kissed her on the lips. He let go of her wrists and placed his hands on either side of her face. Her freed hands found a place on his neck. He pulled away and stared tenderly at the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. In that moment there was no doubt in his mind. He was truly and wholly in love with Alice Whitfield.

“That’s why,” he reminded her, once he found his voice.

A wry smile appeared on her lips. “Virgin,” she teased.

“Vixen,” he countered.

There was another moment of silence as their eyes locked. It amazed Mike how after two years, she still left him winded. To think, had he never came to Lourdes, he would’ve never met Alice. Getting off of her, he lied back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a minute.

“I love you, Alice.”

“I love you too, Mike,” she whispered.

Simultaneously, the couple turned their heads toward each other. That watery look swept over Alice’s eyes again. Frowning, he cupped her face and lightly ran his thumb over her cheek.

“I love you more than anything in the world, the entire universe. You’re my whole life, Alice. I would trade my future away just to know you would be happy. You could grow old and gain two hundred pounds and in my eyes, you’d always be the most beautiful girl in the world. I know I’m not the richest, or the smartest, or even the most handsome guy you’ve met, and I know I really don’t deserve somebody as talented, and loving, and utterly gorgeous as you, but I do love you and if you want me to, I’d like to spend the rest of my life trying to be the kind of man you deserve. I love you, Alice. You know that right?”

Tears streamed down her face as he spoke. “I know that, Michael,” she choked out through her crying. “I know you love me.”

He wiped away the tears, and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

“Don’t ever stop,” she whimpered.

“I can’t.”

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There had to be an end somewhere, Lily mused as she stared into space. Her hair fell in front of her eyes and her face was blank. Even if she ended her life, it could not be the end. The belief in some magical “God” fairy was beneath Lily’s highly evolved mind. No “God” would allow her to be raped at the age of twelve by the man living next door. If “God” hated lesbians as much as the man at her church told her he did, then why would he afflict his children he loved so dearly with this “disease”? Why would he do this to her?

But “God” loved her father. Her devout “Christian” father was holy in the eyes of “God” for beating the “devil-child” night after night, knocking her from room to room. She was only a little girl when her mother selfishly left to pursue a life with Dr. Ashford Craven PHD, leaving her six-year-old daughter with a man with alcoholic tendencies. The little girl didn’t understand what she had done to deserve this. But now, she did. Now Lily knew that there were children in this world unwanted by “God”.

Sometimes, he even dared her to take the first swing, and when she didn’t, he beat her even harder for “not having the balls to stand up to her old man”.

“God,” she grumbled.

She lied back down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Why, oh why, was the only other lesbian in this “God”-forsaken town engaged? It was moments like this when Lily really missed Evie. A true-weather friend, Evelyn Barrett had all the answers. She could cheer Lily up on a cloudy day. She could giggle with her on a sunny afternoon, and on a stormy night, she was there to talk through the pain even if it meant climbing through the window.

Of course as fate would have it, Eve had graduated last year and now was attending college on the other side of the state. Though they still talked on the phone and the Internet, and once in a blue moon, Evie came to visit, it wasn’t the same. Fortunately that would all change soon. In less than a month Lily was graduating, and the week after that she’d be eighteen, meaning she could do whatever she wanted. Eve was going to get her own place just off campus and she had invited Lily to move in with her.

That had to be the only reason the blonde hadn’t put a bullet hole between her eyes.

Smiling slightly, Lily got up and found the phone in her room, quickly dialing the number of her dearest friend.

The phone rang twice before an unfamiliar, deep male voice answered, “Federal Agent Sexy Jama’s phone.”

Confused, Lily replied, “Hello, I’m calling for Eve. Who is this?”

In the background, she could hear the unmistakable voice of her best friend giggling, “Give me the phone Steve!”

“This is Federal Agent Fuzzy Bear,” he replied in a mock-professional tone, as Evie’s cheerful voice persistently commanded him to give her the phone. “Whom, may I ask, is calling for Agent Jamas?”

“It’s who,” she corrected, slightly annoyed by this game. “And it’s Lily Martin.”

“Agent Jamas,” Fuzzy Bear, or Steve, addressed the other voice. “A Miss Lily Martin is requesting for your presence at the phone.”

“Oh! Then shove off Steve, give me the fuckin’ phone!” Eve’s voice snapped as she acquired the phone by means that made Agent Bear make a high-pitched squeal sound.

“Agent Sexy Jamas?” Lily observed, wryly.

“Well it’s a Steve thing,” she admitted somewhat embarrassed.

Lily could hear Steve’s sarcastic voice bellow, “That’s Agent Fuzzy Bear to you, pal!” in the background.

“Agent Fuzzy Bear,” Evie corrected herself.

Sitting back on her bed, Lily laughed slightly. “So is this your latest sexual conquest? Well I wouldn’t call it a conquest from what I’ve heard. He wouldn’t much of a challenge, I presume.”

“Oh no, no, no,” she denied, laughing. “He’s just a very, very stupid friend, and he’s GAY!” The last word wasn’t directed toward Lily, but yelled at the now cracking up Steve who objected with something that sounded along the lines of “For the last time admitting that Brad Pitt is a very sexy man, does not make you gay.”

To which, Evie rejoined, “Yes, but watching America’s Next Top Model in your penguin pajamas and eating Ben and Jerry’s does.”

Then Steve shouted something that sounded like “I WAS HUNGOVER!”

Evie just chuckled and returned to Lily. “I haven’t talked to you since April, have I?”

“Seeing as April was last week,” Lily returned. “No, you haven’t.”

“Well as of April 30th, Evelyn Theresa-Marie Barrett is not sleeping with anybody except Jason whatever-his-middle-name-is Fisher,” she announced.

“Wow, you don’t even know the boy with whom you’re regularly sleeping’s middle name,” Lily smirked. “That’s a new level of slut for you.”

“I think it’s Greg or something with an ‘eh’ sound,” she said. “And I only gave him a hand job.”

Lily could hear the muffled sound of Steve “woot”ing behind her followed by the sound of Eve throwing something at him.

“Anyways, you don’t know the middle name of whoever you’re sleeping with-whom,” Evelyn pathetically defended.

“Actually, I do,” Lily informed her, matter-of-factly. “Alice Elizabeth Whitfield.”

There was a gasp on the other line. “You finally slept with Alice!” her best friend exclaimed in a squeaky voice.

“Who slept with Alice!?” Steve’s voice yelled, suddenly very interested with this conversation.

“My friend Lily,” Evie told him, excitedly.

“Lily as in-a girl Lily?” he asked. “And Alice as in-a girl Alice?”

“Yes Steve, they’re both girls,” Eve groaned. Lily could almost see her rolling her pale blue eyes. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“Not really.”

“That wasn’t a question,” she explained, and there was something along the lines of “Fine!” grumbled at her as he left. Once he did, Evie squeaked again before continuing, “So tell me exactly what happened!”

Lily chuckled, “There’s not much to say. Last night, I was talking to her on the phone about, things, and she said she had to go. Then minutes later, she just showed up on my doorstep claiming that she didn’t want to marry Mike and that she needed to have me at that very second.”

As if on cue, Evie “aww”ed and Lily continued, “Then in the morning, I woke up and she wasn’t there but her clothes from yesterday were. So I went to my backyard to see her laying there and she told me that she couldn’t leave Mike.” There was another “aww” from the girl on the other line. “So we had one last-you know, and she left.”

“Aw, I’m sorry honey,” Eve sighed. “That’s terrible.”

Lying down, Lily shook her head. “Not really,” she said. “The sex was incredible.”

Evie snorted, “I bet it was. She’s not better than me, I hope.”

“Nobody’s better than you, Eve,” Lily reassured her with a chuckle. “Even though I really wouldn’t know.”

“That’s what you think,” she muttered, sarcastically, before suddenly shouting, “Jason Bradley Fisher!”

“What?” Lily asked.

“His middle name is Bradley!” Evie told her, excited about her ability to remember.

The blonde girl frowned, “That doesn’t have an ‘eh’ sound in it.”

“Eh,” Eve mumbled.

Then Lily laughed, hard. She hadn’t really laughed like that in ages. It just swept across her whole body like a wave of satisfaction. Then it was cut short by the sound of a car parking in the driveway.

“Shit, my dad’s home,” Lily groaned. “Hey I’ll talk to you later.”

“Later!” Eve chirped and they both hung up.

From the other room, Lily could hear the sound of the front door opening. Exhaling, she straightened her clothes and exited her room to greet Mr. Martin from a business trip. The man threw his bags and jacket on the ground and sat down on the coach, yelling, “Lily!”

“I’m here Father,” she chimed with a fake smile as she picked up his things. “Did you have a pleasant trip?”

Looking back at her from the couch for a second to see where she was, he turned back around and grumbled, “Yeah whatever. You gonna make me dinner?”

“As soon as I put away your bags,” Lily promised taking his things to his bedroom.

“Yeah well, hurry up,” he ordered. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied and placed his bags in his bedroom.

Sighing only for a moment, she reminded herself that in a month she would be in Lowell with Evie and she’d never have to see him again. In a month, she’d be free of the suburban wasteland that was the town of Lourdes, and the complexities of her relationship with Alice and the constant abuse from her father would be behind her forever.

“Where the hell are you Lily? I’m fuckin’ starvin’ here!”

x.x.x

So there it is. It was originally supposed to end on a bittersweet note, with Alice going ahead and staying engaged to Mike and Lily planning to away with Evie.

But after uncovering it, I might continue it if I get feedback that tells me I should/get incurable writer’s block for Labels. The next chapter for it will be up within the next couple days. I had a major breakthrough and I’m just trying to figure out what exactly to put down.