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This entry in the Literotica 2022 Valentine’s Day Story Contest contains elements of f/f and BDSM. All persons are over 18 years of age. Read at your own risk.
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“Think I can do it?” Lilly turned to her good friend, Pat, sitting next to her.
“Go for it, girl. Just concentrate. Address the ball, take a big breath, close your eyes and dream you’re the champion. Then move like I’ve taught you until you release. Oh, yes, make sure you open your eyes first. I’ll be holding my breath too, so don’t wait too long. Here’s my good luck kiss to you.”
With that Pat kissed her friend on the cheek, helped her get up because her entire body was shaking as she walked toward the lane, gaining confidence with every step. She planted her feet together, held the ball properly and began the process of release, and just like her friend Pat, she held her breath. At first, the ball seemed off course, but at the last split second the spin she’d practiced for months took over, the seven-pin kicked hard against the side and rolled ever so slowly across the lane, started to hesitate a smidgen before it got to the number ten pin, touched it ever so slightly and the last pin teetered and fell over.
Pandemonium ensued as Lilly sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Somehow, someway, Pat made her way to her good friend’s side and helped her get to her feet. In their excitement they crashed their lips together, pulled back, looked at each other for a second, then they kissed again, not stopping until they got pulled apart for the awards ceremony, dancing in delight with their arms held tight around each other.
That last split made Lilly the Western Regional Women’s Champion for the previous year and Lilly and Pat the Two-Person Team Champion. Pat came in third in the women’s singles. The tournament was postponed from October because of Covid.
While they waited to be called for the awards presentation, they held hands, glancing at each other occasionally to make sure the other didn’t object. If they did, it wasn’t evident, so even as Lilly’s name was called, they didn’t separate until the last possible moment.
Tonight, we experienced a first in United States Bowling Congress history, the announcer said. Not only did the scores of the women’s two-person team exceed those of the men’s two-person team, but we also saw two women who normally bowled in the high one-nineties, register tournament scores about seventy points higher.
With that seven-tenths of one percent chance of success ball, Lillian DeVore came that close to a perfect game, thus finishing with a two-sixty-seven average for the two-day tournament.
Please give a big round of applause for this year’s Western Regional United States Bowling Congress champion Lillian DeVore of Portland, Oregon.
When the applause died down, the woman presenting the awards asked,
Do you have something to say, Mrs. DeVore?
Lilly shook her head no. Oh, she had plenty to say, but not here, not right now.
When the announcer called Pat’s name, they held hands on the stand and hugged each other some more. No one cared because friends did that all the time, even unrelated men and women who’d won.
Monday was Valentine’s Day which Lilly would normally celebrate with a day off, and a night in bed with her husband, Danny. Thursday afternoon, as she was at home preparing to fly from Portland to Reno for the tournament, her doorbell sounded, she checked the video security camera and saw a person holding his photo ID badge toward the camera.
As two of the four owners of one of the largest real estate and financial management companies in the Pacific Northwest, she and Danny often received packages from messengers, but usually at their office in downtown Portland, not at their home in the hills above the city on the west side.
“Good afternoon. Are you Lillian Delores DaVore? May I see your photo ID?”
“I don’t have it on me but hold on a second and I’ll get my driver’s license from my purse.”
She had to sign for the large envelope, which was from a divorce attorney in town, again not all that odd because sometimes the attorneys for clients sent requests for information about property holdings and investments. But again, something that is normally handled through the office.
Already late before the messenger arrived, Lilly glanced at the addressee information, for the first time seeing it gave only her full name, Lillian Delores DeVore. She stuffed it in her already nearly full purse, intending to open and read it on the way to the airport. Because her husband, Danny, was in Seattle at their other main office, she had to call an Uber. That driver was late also, and they were slow getting through town, so she opened the sealed envelope to discover a short note from Danny, her husband of six years this coming Valentine’s Day.
Sorry babe. Things just aren’t working out for reasons I can’t explain. Çekmeköy Escort I do still love you, but these are the papers for the divorce. I know it’s shitty timing, but I’m in a position where I can’t do anything else.
And yes, the bastard had already signed the final papers for the divorce.
She steeled herself from crying because as one of the four principal partners, that’s just what she had to do. This was the first time she and her good friend, Pat, had qualified and been able to attend the regional event which had been their goal since they realized they both loved bowling soon after they met twelve years ago. Because Valentine’s Day is on Monday, the normal Saturday-Sunday event was being held on Friday and Saturday.
Boy, I didn’t see that coming. I thought we were doing great. Not many reasons for complaint by either of us.
Lilly’s first call was to Pat who answered after two rings with a cheery “Hello girlfriend. Ready for the big event.”
While she wanted to blurt out what she’d just read, she didn’t want to while anyone else was listening, so she responded “I think so. I’m super nervous just like always. I may back out.”
Pat didn’t respond for a bit. “There’s something else going on, isn’t there? Morgan has been acting strange this week and today he suddenly said he need to go to Seattle to take care of some personal business which he refused to talk about. We can find a quiet place to talk while we wait for boarding.”
All four of them flew throughout the Pacific Northwest so much, including to Spokane and Boise and sometimes into Montana, that they had TSA Quick Passes. Despite being late, they still had more than a half-hour to talk before the flight which had been booked and paid for by the USBC. When they compared tickets, they saw that, despite their requests, the association had booked them on opposite ends of the plane.
They headed for the lounge, found space away from anyone else and Pat left to get their normal drinks, a bottle of a locally brewed beer. When she returned, the packet was laying on the table with the note and forms face upturned so Pat could see.
“Read this and you’ll see why I’m not sure I can do this.”
All Pat had to read was the heading. She stopped, reached over to grab Lilly’s hand and they both cried for a few minutes before they got themselves under control.
One of Lilly’s constant complaints was she never felt connected to Dan in the same way Pat and Morgan were connected. Sometimes, she said, she suspected him of cheating on her, especially when he went to Los Angeles which is done once or twice a year. Once she even paid to have him follow, but all he did is visit a home of a friend for several hours, then do business things. She later found out he couldn’t stay away from the woman who had been his sub.
Lilly was the office manager in the Seattle office of a small real estate agency in Seattle twelve years ago when Pat was assigned to that office. They became instant friends because they were born of conservative parents in separate small towns in Central Washington, were the last-born of multiple children, and were ignored by most men. Or at least Pat was. In Pat’s case, she was the only child. They just clicked despite never meeting before. They had moved in together, done almost everything together from nearly the first day.
One way they were different, and despite Lilly’s constant urgings, Pat refused to change, was their sexual experience. Lilly, in protest against her upbringing, had given away her virginity while a sophomore in high school. Pat was still a virgin at twenty-six and believed she was destined to be an old maid.
They didn’t allow that difference to get in the way of their friendship, but they did develop a series of signals to continue the way they were. Lilly didn’t brag much and Pat stayed out of her friend’s sex life and time marched on.
Their big break came after about six years of friendship.
Clients were assigned agents on a rotating schedule, but on this specific day, Pat was specifically requested by Morgan Faircloth, a wealthy man who was selling his Mercer Island home fronting on Lake Washington.
“I guess he got a good recommendation from Sonia McClure.”
Ms. McClure was one of the richest and most powerful women in Seattle and also one of the most beautiful. Single, divorced five years ago from a wealthy internet marking exec, all types of rumors floated around about her lifestyle. She and Pat had clicked, for some reason, even though Pat was much younger. Sonia had too many properties, she said and wanted help in disposing of them. The first sale was a cabin near Leavenworth, not far from where Pat grew up. That sale went well because, having lived near there, Pat was able to describe and convince prospective buyers much better than anyone else. It was her biggest sale to date.
Pat came back ecstatic from her time with Faircloth.
“Girl, Escort Çekmeköy you should see that house. It has five bedrooms, six bathrooms (one large with multiple stalls and urinals and a couch for resting), a large game room, a modern restaurant-style kitchen, almost all rooms with large glass windows overlooking the water with a three-slip boathouse, complete with boats. There are also decks on both sides, a huge lawn and an enclosed, year-round swimming pool with multiple hot tubs, one large one outside.”
“There’s more isn’t there. Is Morgan a man or a woman? I couldn’t find a picture anywhere, which is odd for someone that rich.
“Ohhhh, girl, you’re blushing. Did you find the one?”
“He greeted me on the east side deck since it was afternoon. Even in his loose polo shirt, his upper body made me swoon. When he walked toward me in his baggy tan Bermuda shorts with an arm extended and a face-splitting smile, I almost passed out. He smiled some more, picked up my hand and kissed it in a way that made my center knot. He said, You are a beautiful woman, not just outside, but inside too. I can tell. Once this sale is completed, I’d like for us to spend some time together.
“I’ve never felt so protected like I need not fear anyone. As they say in my hometown, I’ll roll in the hay with him any day.”
Pat sold the house quickly in a cash transaction to an computer software exec who had been interested in something closer to Seattle during her sale of the McClure property, which resulted in more income from that sale than all her other sales that year. In the following months, she sold all of McClure’s properties and that put her on the map. From then on, she sold only properties where people specifically requested her as the agent.
Morgan, who was an executive for an international company headquartered in Atlanta, followed up on his promise and asked Pat for a date as soon as the house sold.
Ever the gentleman, he wined and dined her until the third date when they had sex.
“He was so gentle and kind. I told him I was a virgin and he treated me with respect, making sure I was okay.”
“What about…..” Lilly asked.
“No, even though I asked.
Six months before, on a dare from someone in their organization, both Lilly and Pat had applied for a membership at Club Em, a swinger’s and BDSM club in Seattle. On the introduction night, Lilly had a date scheduled with a guy she liked, so Pat went by herself even though she didn’t want to.
After the first session, during which she saw little more than some videos of the inside of the club, talked with some of the club’s specialists who explained the rules and gave her a personality test, they both had gotten registered mail letters voiding their applications with no explanation.
Three days before the house closed, Morgan invited Pat to bathe with him in a tub overlooking the lake but high enough no one could see in. During their time together he had introduced her to anal sex, which she decided she loved because it made her feel so submissive, especially when he did it while she was on her hands and knees.
“He’s over six feet tall and I’m like five-two in my stocking feet and I just feel so dominated that way,” was how Pat described her first anal sex to Lilly.
One of Lilly’s boyfriends liked to spank her until her rear was red before he fucked her. Lilly’s description had piqued Pat’s interest because she suspected that her reason for not being able to sell more effectively was that she was introvertive and submissive.
Morgan, for some reason, wanted to wait until the following Valentine’s Day, to get married. About six months into their courtship, he introduced her to Daniel DeVore, saying he had been in Los Angeles until the previous week. As soon as Lilly saw him, she fell hard, fucked him the first night, said he did everything she wanted, including the spanking and anal sex.
They had a double wedding on Valentine’s Day in a small chapel and no reception because they were in the process of moving to Portland as Morgan became Northwest Regional vice president and Dan wanted to expand.
In the past six years, the DeVore companies grew almost too fast. Morgan was the principal money person and stayed a silent partner. Because of his extensive knowledge and experience, Pat learned from him how to sell better and how to keep a good attitude.
“I owe him every bit of my success,” she often told people.
Neither of the men was open about their past lives, including an explanation of why Morgan owned such a big house when he lived by himself, or how they obtained their money. All they would say is that they had been in a military unit so secretive that the members were referred to only by a number and had carried that attitude of secrecy over into their present lives. They said the money was earned legitimately.
When Morgan offered to tell her about his Çekmeköy Escort Bayan past sex life and his other businesses before they were married and since then, Pat said she didn’t care as long as they were true to each other. As a submissive, she had that much trust in him.
When they married nearly six years ago, both women had been overweight and flabby, but the guys introduced them to the gym and multiple sports like skiing, four-wheeling and mountain climbing. The girls drew the line at bungee jumping, skydiving and zip-lining, but the guys sought out excitement and danger, probably a remnant of their days in a military.
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Back in their room later that night, slightly drunk, but not enough to impair their decision-making, Pat offered to let Lilly take the first shower because she was the champion.
“No, the tension and so much bowling in such a concentrated time are playing havoc with my back. You go ahead and I’ll do some stretches and rest. I might go to sleep, so wake me when you think the shower is ready.”
During her shower, Pat was tempted to play with herself until she came, but a plan was forming in her mind. Among the many things their husbands had taught them was to perform good massages that quickly turned sexual. Perhaps she could give her good friend one to help her relax.
As normal, Pat wore her robe when she came out. Lilly was laying on her back, eyes wide open, her eyes damp.
“Do you need help getting into the shower?” she asked Lilly.
“Not, I’m fine for now. I think the hot water will help.”
Lilly took a shower until the hot water ran out. Until they were married, they had almost identical haircuts. Both husbands liked longer hair, so she let hers grow out. Lilly had taken time during one of her breaks to get hers chopped off in a boy’s style.
Pat also took time to call Morgan and tell him the good news and dry her hair while Lilly was in the shower.
Lilly stepped out of the bathroom, clutching the ankle-length robe protectively around her, a look of pain crossing her face.
“Is your back still bothering you, girl?” Pat asked.
“Yes, that last game was great, but after bowling for two straight days, the aftereffect is setting in.”
“Would it help if I gave you a backrub?”
Lilly looked at her for a bit, then her eyes shifted down. “Are you sure? E…E…even after I kissed you tonight?”
“I sort of enjoyed that, so yes, I’ll give you a backrub. Where should I start”
“My shoulders, neck and upper back are sore, but the lower back is the worst from all that bending and twisting.” She laid down on her chest on her bed, still with the robe wrapped around her as she talked.
Despite wanting to slap her on the butt the way Morgan did to her sometimes, Pat held back for fear the sudden reaction might hurt her back more.
“Hey, girl, I’ve seen every part of you before and you’ve seen me. Remember when you showed me how to shave down there and even shaved me one time. What’s the problem now?”
Lilly mumbled something into her pillow before struggling to remove the robe. Frustrated, Pat helped her remove it, laying it on her bed several feet away before staring in fascination at her friend’s body.
While her friend was taking a shower, Pat had finally admitted that there was nothing more that she wanted tonight than to make love to her friend and this was proving to be the perfect opportunity. The taut back muscles and firm butt made her mouth water, her pussy moist and her legs weak.
At first, Pat worked from the side.
“Hey girl, I’m going to get on your back now. I’m having a hard time putting enough pressure on from the side. Any problems?”
Again, a mumble came that Pat took as consent. She let her robe slip off, knowing it might get in the way, but more because she wanted her friend to feel how wet she was. She started on the same routine she often did with Morgan, both shoulders until they relaxed to a certain point, then working on one, then the other until all the knots were gone, kissing the relaxed area before continuing.
She knew the foundation of all back muscles was in the waist and buttocks, but she didn’t want to start there. Not yet anyway. When she got to Lilly’s buttocks, she purposely dragged her bare, wet pussy up her butt and lower back to kiss each bump of her spine until reaching the small of her back where she started with the erector spinae (lower back) up into the lats.
Lilly responded by humping her rear up into Pat’s pussy which made her leave a trail of pussy juice on her body. She lowered her head and drew in her breath deeply to smell the tangerine body wash mixed with the intoxicating scent of their pussies.
Pat paused there and remembered why she was doing this tonight. It was not for herself as much as it was for Lilly. She was just that kind of person, an enabler who thought of others before she did herself.
She wanted to help her friend get off more than she wanted relief for herself and their kiss earlier in the day gave her the perfect opening.
The pending divorce affected Pat’s marriage also. Morgan had been distant and more secretive and non-communicative over the last week.
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