1. Lemon House: Stephanie's Story (Part 1 of 2)


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    baguette, feeling ravenous. Fleur appeared from around the corner, toweling her hair dry. She was wearing another disastrous summer dress. This one was so ill fitting her plump breasts kept threatening to pop out, and its knee-length skirt did nothing for her sturdy thighs. When Fleur smiled at her, though, Stephanie felt giddy. “Have you been swimming all night?” She said, and then felt a crush of embarrassment. She was so stupid. Fleur laughed. “So Stephanie,” She flumped onto a bench, “I saw big, black eyes shining from the shadows last night. Maybe a slinky pussycat was watching me, hmm? ” She picked up Stephanie’s baguette and tore a massive lump out of it with her teeth, chewing with a stuffed mouth, and then gulping coffee with it. She wiped her hand across her lips, regarding Stephanie coolly with those impossible eyes. “And today you are dressed as a cat burglar, no? “ In black-silk pedal-pushers, cashmere tee and thick black eyeliner, Stephanie was dressed as always, in the height of city fashion. Fleur’s bullying tone grated and she felt her fingernails digging into her palms, making fists. The cow hadn’t even noticed Stephanie’s fringe, either, which she had fixed back with a girly pin. She thought it better to keep her mouth shut this morning. The fresh scented air refreshed them rather more effectively than the coffee, which soon had them fidgeting. Fleur twisted on the wide marble bench and lay out along it, sunning herself, her feet next to Stephanie’s ...
    lap. Stephanie stood. “Oh, I better get on," she said. Fleur roused, sliding the shin of one up leg up the length of the other. Stephanie recalled the water sliding over that skin, and the powerful flip of those legs. Fleur caught her looking, again, and pulled the hem of her skirt down where it had ridden up. This time Stephanie refused to care. She let her eyes wander up and down Fleur’s bare legs. Why not? Give the bitch some of her own judgmental medicine, and anyway Stephanie found them… enticing. The moment of bravado had a magical effect on Fleur, who squirmed and sucked the corners of a meek smile, her cheeks pink. “I will help,” she announced. “Come on.” Stephanie felt she had won a small victory and was secretly glad to have company for her overwhelming task. They headed up to the library where Fleur picked the first two volumes from the shelf, dropping them onto a large desk while Stephanie set up a laptop. They sat beside each other, facing the garden like a reward for later, creaked open the books and started work. Stephanie broke the passages down coldly and translated word-by-word. She tried to keep a distance from the meaning, treating it the same way she did the nude models, back in art school. Fleur was worse than no help at all. She insisted on reading out the fruitier parts and guffawing, or sitting quietly scowling, hands trapped between her knees and squirming in her seat. After an hour or two, Stephanie couldn’t bear the palpable heat radiating off her ...
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