Disclaimer:
All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice by my webmistress. Enjoy!
Please Note:
There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.
Chapter XIII -- All Work And No Play ...
1986: a comfy dorm room ...
There was a flash of lightning, and the whole campus seemed to shake as thunder rolled across the sky. Lisa squealed with fright and hid her face between her bedmate's opulent breasts. Karen rolled her eyes but smiled, and began gently caressing her lover's strawberry-blonde hair.
"We've been over this, darling," she said soothingly. "It's just DeBourne striding across the campus."
"Very funny," Lisa mumbled, still not coming out from Karen's cleavage. "I can't help it if I'm ... what's the word?"
"Keraunophobic," the bronze-haired woman said softly, caressing Lisa's neck now. "And I love you just the way you are, my dear."
"Mfffff ..." was Lisa's reply. Karen giggled. They'd just finished making love and had been enjoying listening to the sound of the rain outside their dorm, but the weather had gotten progressively worse, and now a full-blown thunderstorm was crawling over the city. And November thunderstorms were best avoided, because they were cold and miserable. Worse yet, the noise was interfering with the Debussy playing on Karen's stereo system.
"Still weird to me that you actually love being with me," Lisa said in a tiny voice, finally turning her head sideways and resting it on the shelf of Karen's breasts, keeping her eyes on the far wall
away
from the thunder and lightning. "I mean, you could be out having fun, right?"
"I am having fun," Karen chided, kissing the top of Lisa's head. "What fun do you think I can possibly be having compared to right here in bed with you?"
Lisa sighed. "I know you could be out doing something sophisticated, like opera, or having sex with a couple of guys at once, but no, you're here with mousy little lesbian me."
"Because this is where I want to be right now, silly," Karen pointed out, gently pulling Lisa up until they were face-to-face, her hands on the ginger girl's cheeks. "I'm not exactly the type to do things I don't want to do. If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be, would I?"
"Okay, I'll allow that," Lisa said, still not convinced. "But why you'd want to be here scissoring with me as opposed to any other sexy fun you could be having is still a mystery."
"Well, I do not crave the company of sweaty, easily confused men and their awkward and unreliable erections tonight comes to mind. What is wrong with enjoying sapphic bliss with my roommate? I could just as easily ask why you're not out enjoying the delights of other girls on campus, after all."
The look she got from Lisa could only be described as wry, with a large dollop of sour thrown in for flavouring. "Because you're the most incredible lover on campus," the smaller girl said flatly. "No other girl I've been with comes even close, even if you're only bisexual, and not actually a lesbian."
"Maybe, but I think I generally prefer the company of women overall," Karen mused. "I see no point in choosing when I can simply have it all. But why this dour mood, my dear? You're almost never like this after our lovemaking."
Lisa sighed heavily again and snuggled into Karen before kissing her deeply. They held the soulful kiss for nearly a minute before their lips parted. Lisa shrugged halfheartedly. "You're ... on nights like this, where I'm hiding from thunderstorms, I realize exactly how hard you're going to be to give up."
Karen thought about that for a moment, but then let Lisa continue, rather than guide the conversation. Lisa bit her lip for a moment and her cute, freckled nose wrinkled before she began speaking again. "I've known you for nearly two years now, and I knew within thirty seconds of meeting you that you'd be one of the most incredible people I ever met. And I ... I knew that you were way beyond me."
Karen hugged Lisa close, her fingers running slowly through the long hair. She had to admit, she'd never really considered Lisa a long-term life partner, but she was hardly just a bauble to be played with either. Karen genuinely adored her, and even loved her. She wasn't 'in love' with Lisa, but she couldn't recall ever thinking she'd been in love with anyone before. She held a private, unspoken concern that she might never find that person.
"You're going to meet a wonderful woman one day, Lisa Heyman," she cooed, still caressing her. "And the laws will change, and you'll be allowed to marry her and you'll be very happy."
"D'you really think the laws'll change?" Lisa asked, looking back up finally.
"I've no doubt they will, because you're going to be one of the people who changes them with your social activism."
"Well, simple human rights
would
be nice," Lisa admitted. "I'll probably meet some bull-dyke out during a demonstration, and she'll be pretty much unlike you in a every way."
"Oh?" Karen queried, smirking. "So certain?"
"Only because there's no one else on earth like you, Karen Gordon!" Lisa giggled before kissing her again. The kiss became prolonged and they sank under Karen's silken covers again, making gentle love. The storm was quickly forgotten.
***
"Bam, head shot!" Alex barked in glee as he watched his target spin around and hit the pavement, dead before impact. Next to him on his bed, Alexa was watching in amusement. She liked playing video games now and then, although she tended to avoid MMO and co-op formats just because of the numberless trolls who kept asking to see her tits. She could probably monetize by running a Twitch channel, but there were more fun and fulfilling ways to make money. She didn't like video games
that
much.
"Nice one, son," she heard Mike grunt over the external speakers on Alex's headphones. Mike was upstairs in the living room, no doubt impatiently waiting to respawn and get revenge on his son for spattering his cranial grape. Karen, her older sister and Alex's mother, was shuffling around the basement, dutifully staying out of his line of sight, but still looking for things meant for the inevitable move to the Blackwell Manor.
"You slipped up, dad," Alex said, grinning. "You must be getting old."
"Your dumb luck doesn't mean I'm getting old, young man," Mike protested.
"We're playing on blazing fast internet connection, and we're on consoles, you can't blame clock speed or lag, pops," Alex replied, trying not to laugh at his father's discomfiture. "Guess you're reflexes ain't what they once were, fat pipes or no."
"Yeah, well, I fucked your mom," Mike shot back, his character having respawned and getting back into the wild firefight.
"Dear!" Karen called out, trying to sound aghast as she sorted items nearby, while Alexa snickered.
"Oh, please, dad," Alex drawled, not at all bothered by his father's attempts to ruffle him. "She gave birth to me, I've been farther up inside her than you'll ever be."
"I wouldn't count on that, Alex ..." Karen mentioned as she breezed on by, heading back upstairs. Her words broke Alex's concentration for a moment, and he stared at her retreating form in disbelief.
"BAM! HEADSHOT!!" Mike crowed in triumph as his bullet found Alex's character's forehead, and knocked him on his shoulders with his feet over his head. Even Alexa winced at how brutal that kill was.
"Whoah ..." she muttered. "That just happened."
Alex looked flabbergasted. "Hey, what -- no! That wasn't fair! I was distracted!"
"Y'snooze, y'lose, little man!" Mike laughed. "No excuses, right?"
The round ended seconds later, and Alex put down his controller, sighing resignedly. Sure enough, the stats started posting and his team had lost. If it hadn't been for that last-minute distraction ...
"Can't believe mom sabotaged me like that," he muttered, scowling at the table. "Her own son."
"My big sissy is your dad's secret weapon for
everything
," Alexa mentioned, pulling him into a hug and letting his head rest in her opulent bosom. She was wearing a low-cut tank top, so this was easily accomplished. "And she's probably telling the truth in any event."
Alex tilted his head to give her a look. She shrugged. "What? I've spied on them and watched them fuck. I definitely know where you get it from now."
Alex shook his head and went back to consoling himself inside her cleavage. "Mfff ..."
"Gonna play another round?" she asked, stroking her fingers through his shaggy golden hair.
"No," he mumbled, shaking his head slightly, probably
as
an excuse to motorboat her. "I think I'm done for now. Need a change of venue."