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To The Lighthouse -5-
Trip to the Tropics
Portia, Hadley, Joanie, and Lila flew first class thanks to some upgrades that Joanie had. On the way to Antigua, the four sat in the first row of the airplane, covered in blankets. Their seats tilted back, and soon they were asleep, or so it seemed. Really, they had their hands in each other's cunts and jilled their partner to multiple orgasms and stinky fingers. Their arousal filled first class.
Hadley had shared their plans for the week with the stewardess, who knew the resort quite well. Her name was Carmen, and she lived in New York but traveled regularly to the island for work.
"You'll have a fine time," said Carmen. Then she lowered her voice and said, "Please give my regards to Jeanie, who runs the dining room. She is a dear friend. Tell her I'll be there in two weeks." With that, she bent over and kissed Hadley--a chaste kiss, but a kiss nonetheless that no one could see. She made sure they weren't bothered and tucked in their blankets.
They arrived in Antigua with a hop in their step and traveled by Jeep to the lesbian resort. The four all feel at home in most places, even surrounded by straight people. But here, they would be totally at ease with everyone at the resort being gay, even the male Jeep drivers. Being around "our people" was so relaxing for a week.
With Portia's book now at the editor a week before the deadline, she felt like a cloud had lifted from her, and she smiled broadly at the slightest things. Hadley was proud of her but so glad she was done. She loved Jane Austen but was happy she "moved out of our house for a while."
The mothers and daughters never had problems with sex, and during the week at the resort, they went wild with abandon and had several orgasms a day with fellow guests. New women, new positions, new toysâˆ'Portia and Hadley were so glad they came.
As Lila and Joanie had indicated, sex with each other and with the other guests was the main attraction but they're were plenty of other things to do on the island. They were encouraged by the staff to drop all inhibitions, and there were condoms and other supplies everywhere. Most women walked around naked from the waist up and spent a lot of time naked in the hot tubs and pools. Lila and Joanie had been there twice before, greeting the all-female staff with deep kisses. Ah. One of the tennis courts even had a sign that read, Naked Tennis Only. They brought books, only to put them down at the drop of a hat when a fellow guest wanted to talk or play.
The first afternoon, Portia went to play tennis, and Hadley relaxed at the pool, having her coffee and people-watching. She wore a mid-thigh length shorty robe but took it off after a few minutes to work on her all-over tan. Lord knows she didn't give herself enough credit for her lithe body.
She was knee-deep in a rom-com novel when her reverie was broken by a naked, sexy young woman towering over her lounger. Hadley couldn't see her face as the sun was right behind her.
"I've been watching you from the pool," said the girl. "You're the hottest girl down here."
Hadley was not accustomed to girls people being so direct. "Thank you, you've made my day."
"I've read that book; it has a lesbian love story that's moving. At least it was to me," said the girl. "Is this your first time here?"
"Yeah, I'm a rookie," said Hadley.
"Well, I want to have sex with you," the girl said. "I know it's forward of me, but I've been watching you from the pool and getting more and more horny for you."
Before committing, Hadley got up and greeted her with a hug and kiss, turning her so that she could see the girl. Hadley was shocked at the woman, who seemed college-age and built like a goddess with a Hollywood face to match. She was very athletic-looking, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her average breasts stood tall, and her nipples were at full salute.
"You seem very sporty," Hadley said. "Are you in college and playing a sport?"
"Yeah, I play water polo for UCLA," she said. "I'm a sophomore, and my name is Lauren, and I'm here with my mother, and I'm horny as hell. Can we please go back to your room and play?"
"Yes, we can," said Hadley. "That's what I'm here for."
"Dang," Hadley thought. "This girl is a superwoman. I hope she's patient with me." But that was the kind of thing that happened at this resort. She put on her shorty robe, grabbed her book, and reached for Hadley's hand. They strolled to the hotel.
Portia would spend another hour at the tennis courts and an hour with her tennis partner in bed. Before the trip, they had talked about what type of relationships and sex they would encounter at the resort, and, with help from Joanie and Lila, decided to "let it all hang out." They were happy with their decision.
Hadley's two mothers were in the hotel restaurant relaxing with another couple, watching Hadley enter her room with the ripe teen. Lila smiled and nodded her approval, and Joanie giggled. The teen would spend the week in Hadley or Portia's bed.
Hadley was pleasantly surprised to learn just how experienced Lauren was. This was her second trip to the island resort, and she was uninhibited. Bursting with confidence, as it were. Her mom went on a beach walk with some women and was free until dinner or whenever she decided to go.
"Can I eat you, to start?" said Lauren as they entered Hadley's suite. She told Hadley that she was 6' 2" and very open about her weight, around 175. She was ripped and had big hands with long, tapered fingers. Next to her, Hadley, although reasonably tall for a woman, looked like Lauren's little sister.
"No, I'm going to eat you first, you lovely person," said Hadley, and she playfully pushed her on the bed. "I didn't realize I'm starving for a girl like you...until you appeared out of nowhere. You must be an angel."
Lauren's pussy and her asshole were works of art and were a hair-free zone, and Hadley dove into it, sending ripples of pleasure up the girl's body. Lauren was playing with her breasts immediately with both her hands. There was no rush, no reason to be in a hurry. Yet, Hadley had her moaning quickly with a heady mixture of clear fluids coming from her cunt. And the aroma, oh, the sweet aroma of arousal.
"Where did they make you, darling? You're magnificent," said Hadley.
"My dad is a doctor, but he didn't get my mom pregnant," said Lauren. "He was a sperm donor, and she was a single lesbian woman at the time. He's six-five, and she's five-eleven. That's the explanation for my height. You'll meet my mom this week, and you must find the time to bed her, too."
"You must have read my mind," said Hadley. "There is nothing I'd like more. We must introduce her to Portia, my partner, too."
"But, as to a WLW, I began sleeping with my mom at ten and with other women who were her friends around twelve," said Lauren. "I'm a goldstar lesbian, and I have no interest in men. I'm not afraid of them, though, with my build. I think that I intimidate them."
"That's so gay, my girlfriend. You're a lesbian from birth," said Hadley. I'm a goldstar, too, though I had a father who lived with us for a few years. I began fucking my mother at twelve." Hadley was experiencing total freedom to speak freely at the resort.
"Oh, right there, keep doing that," said Lauren. Hadley was licking the pussy, alternating with jilling her sizeable clit. Then, she took a short break to grab a bath towel, fold it in half several times, and place it under Lauren's lower back. The girl was still kneading her tits and said,
"Oh yeah, do my asshole, you randy dyke." Hadley raised her hips so that she had access to her asshole with her tongue for a minute to get it nice and wet. Then she put it back on the towels, and Hadley entered her with her middle finger. Lauren was howling, calling Hadley all kinds of names. She was grabbing Hadley's face and covering her with kisses.
"Fuck me, you goddam lesbo goddess, do my ass. Do my asshole, suck it, you butch."
"Ohh, Ahhh," cried Lauren. The bed was right next to the window, and Hadley looked outside. Some naked women were peacefully passing to and fro.
"Can't they hear her? Don't they know that I'm raping her?" she laughed to herself. She kept the pressure on her sex with her tongue in her ass and pussy and her thumb on her big clit.
By now, Lauren's arms and legs were swimming in the sheets. She knew she was approaching climax, and she sensed that it was going to be huge.
"Keep doing my ass," said Lauren. "It loves you, girlfriend."
Hadley was two knuckles deep with her middle finger and began twisting and turning it. She didn't have much of a fingernail, but the little she had added to Lauren's enjoyment.
"Oh fuck, that's so good, Hadley," she said, referring to the light scraping the Hadley was doing. "Geesus, O god help me..."
She was in the beginning stages of her climax. Hadley kept on with her stimulation of the pussy, the clit, and the ass. Eventually, it was all too much for Lauren.
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming," said Lauren. "Oh fuck, it's great. Aahhhh, Oohhhh. Whatever you're doing, keep it going. Muahhhh."
That last syllable, the "Muahhhh," would become well-known among their vacation friends. It meant that Lauren finally surrendered to the high of the orgasm and the lust.
Hadley slowed down, keeping her eyes on Lauren's beautiful face. Whereas at the beginning of her orgasm, it had been all scrunched up. In the post-orgasmic bliss, it was relaxed and as pretty as before. Lauren went to sleep, and Hadley laid down alongside Lauren in lover's satisfaction.
After five or ten minutes, Lauren got up to get some water and offered Hadley a glass.
"You're so good at making love, dear," said Hadley. "I couldn't wait to tell you." She put her big arms around Hadley, hugged and kissed her.
"I missed the women this year," said Lauren. "God knows, there are plenty of girls on campus, and they are all so ready and willing to fuck. You know, the nineteen or twenty-year-olds. But it's so much better with women. They're over their hangups by the time they hit their late twenties, or so it seems."
"Yes, I believe that to be the case," said Hadley, "Listen, how about you strap me, honey?" Do you use strapons?"
"Oh fuck yes," said Lauren. "I was praying you'd ask for that. I'm just on the hotel's first floor and would have run to get one if necessary."
"It's going to be quite an experience getting strapped by a D1 athlete, I should think. Yes?"
"The girls tell me I'm the best they've strapped with, so I have that going for me, ha ha. Let's do it."
"I believe it and want it so bad I can taste it," said Hadley.
She went through her equipment drawer and pulled out a pink eight-inch smooth strap, the kind with the pointy head, and a pair of fresh navy-colored briefs. She handed the items to Lauren, who promptly put them on.
"Shit, my favorite kind," said Lauren. "Seriously, this is all I wear when I'm hosting."
Hadley handed her some lube, kissed her, and got in the middle of the bed. Both girls were very comfortable with each other by now and started recalling various lesbian experiences.
"Yeah, my mother introduced me to strapon sex when I was eleven," said Lauren. "I remember the first time she entered me. It was just exquisite, and it was then that she took my virginity. She used a small red dildo, and she was so gentle. We still get a big kick out of recalling those early experiences. I still have the dildo."
"Well, that's another thing we have in common," said Hadley. "Loving mothers. My mom took mine when I was twelve. She was gentle, too, but of course, the hymen doesn't tear without a little pain. I honestly don't remember what color my dildo was or where it is now. I'll have to ask her about that."
Hadley was on the bed in doggy style, waiting for her partner. Lauren strapped and lubed the dildo and put some additional lube in and around Hadley's pussy. She lined up the dildo with Hadley's slit and, without warning, entered her with three inches. Hadley jumped a little, used to Portia's gentler entries. But she craved it and said,
"Give it to me, you fucking lesbian whore. Take my cunt and shove it deep."
Lauren did just that, having had innumerable encounters with girls before. She was calm and shoved it so smoothly into the hilt that it allowed Hadley to adjust.
"Oh, it feels so fucking good," she said, wagging her ass, wanting more.
Lauren took it out and started giving her long strokes at a steady, relaxed pace. Hadley, for the most part, hung her head and whimpered.
"It's so good, honey. Please, keep it going at that speed, you lesbian bitch. I'm loving it."
She did love it, for Portia was more, shall we say, gentle. Hadley was built to accommodate the Amazon's eight inches.
"I love dirty language, so please keep it coming," said Lauren.
Lauren was in complete control. She tapped Lauren's butt twice, and Lauren got off the dildo and onto the bed in missionary. Lauren again entered her steadily, entering the ring where the strap poked through the briefs. Whenever she reached the bottom, she would shake her hips a little to get Hadley's pussy more stimulation. She rested at the bottom and then began to long stroke Hadley again. She was in no rush, for she was building toward a climax, too. Her long, slow strokes were just what Hadley's therapist recommended.
Just then, they heard a soft knock at the door, and Hadley said,
"If that's you, Portia, feel free to come in. We're just fucking, ha ha."
The door opened, and it was indeed Portia and another woman. They giggled as they entered the room, seeing Hadley on the bottom and the beautiful Lauren on top fucking her. Hadley told her partner not to stop, "Don't you dare stop this, you horny dyke."
"Sorry, I have to get my favorite dildo," said Portia as she went through the drawer.
"Can you believe it? I forgot my strapon?" said the other woman. "Hi, my name is Bethany, and we're right down the hall in 216."
Lauren kept fucking Hadley slowly, steadily; she didn't skip a beat.
"You'll be seeing a lot of Bethany," said Portia. "She teaches at Columbia, and she's great in bed."
"Awww," said Bethany. They all giggled, the carefree atmosphere of the islands washing over them.
"Hi, my name is Lauren. I'm a sophomore at UCLA. In English," said Lauren. She was nonchalant about her greeting, as if she were brushing her teeth.
"My god, Hadley, you're getting laid right before us. Maybe we should grab the camera? Yes?"
"Not this time," said Hadley. "Lauren is doing a fucking great job, and I don't want to break the mood."
"Damn, the girls are simply beautiful in California," said Bethany. "Have you had Professor Elle McDonald yet? She's a good friend."
"Yep. During her office hours, we talk about Lesbian stuff. I'll tell her that I met you."
"It's delicious to meet you under the circumstances," said Portia. "More to come, much more. See you two." And they hustled out of the room.
It was only 5:00 on the first day, and they were settled into the mood of the resort. During the afterglow, Hadley explained how she got her name.
"It's quite simple," said Hadley. "My mother loved Ernest Hemingway, the writer, whose first wife was named `Hadley.' It was a unique name, and she liked it. Ironically, I'm now a professor of English at Wellesley College, though I hate that beast, Ernest Hemingway."
"OK, I get it," said Lauren. "How do you like teaching?"
"I love it, especially all the girls who come to me for help. In particular, the Latinas. I have a heart for them. My soon-to-be wife, whom you just met, is also in our department. She's relatively famous, though, to her credit, she hates it when I say that. But, she's a leader among the sisterhood and has written some books of note."
"I would like to read everything that the two of you have written," said Lauren. "I'm serious."
"Hunh, that's a first," said Hadley. "So I'll email you tomorrow by the end of the day with the books and major papers we've written. I'd love any feedback you have."
Lauren rode Hadley to a mutual climax, and they rolled off her to enjoy the afterglow. She apologized, indicating that next time, it would be better.
"Fuck honey, you're the best lay I've ever had," said Hadley, who went to sleep.
The sexual exploits of our heroes on the island were too many to write down here. Lauren clung to Hadley during the week like a little sister, which Hadley enjoyed immensely. They were the dynamic duo of the isle, fucking many of the fine lassies they ran into, including Lauren's mother.
Meeting Lauren's Mother
The following morning, Hadley was in the same place by the pool: the same chaise lounge and the same glorious golden body. She sipped her Cosmopolitan cocktail slowly and observed the women in and around the swimming pool flirting (or making love), wearing her prescription Wayfarers. She had arranged four loungers close together, expecting Portia, Lauren, and her mother. She and Portia made slow love in the evening, giving her three orgasms that day, including the one on the plane ride down to the islands. An early riser, she ordered an omelet while Portia got some extra Z's.
"I knew you'd beat us down here," said Lauren. "Hadley, this is my mom, Evelyn Warner. Mom, this is Hadley, the Professor of English I told you about."
As with her first meeting with Lauren, Evelyn introduced herself, standing in the sun's shadow. She got up and came around to greet them, mouth-kissing both lovely females.
"God, now that I can see you, the resemblance is striking," said Hadley, experiencing a big tingle then. "I've got these four chaise lounges. Maybe your mom could sit here, and she and I can get to know her a bit, lover. Portia will be down in a few minutes, but beware: she'll talk your ear off, he he."
"Sorry, but you don't give off the English Professor vibe," said Evelyn. "You're gorgeous, girlfriend."
Hadley started leaking. She glanced at her sex and saw the gleam spreading, making a trail down her right thigh.
"God, you two don't have an uptight bone in your bodies," said Hadley. "Thank you for the compliment."
"Hadley dear, Lauren told me about your time together, sparing few details," said Evelen. "She's really something, isn't she?"
"You've got a real friend there and a fabulous daughter!"
"It's getting to the point where I'm taking lessons from her," said Evelyn. "All those water polo bunnies. Hey Lauren, what percent of the team is gay?"
"All but three of the girls are gay," said Lauren. "It's pretty hard standing in the showers and not being gay. The fifteen gay girls are all shaved, and the three straights, well, they have carpet he he. It was five girls at the start of the season, though. Two of them have come over to our side."
"I think that Meagan, the one you had to the house for a sleepover, was one of the straight girls at the start of the season, yes?" said her mother.
"For sure she was. Now, she's a girl-crazy dyke," said Lauren.
"Oh, to be an undergrad again!" said Evelyn. "All the fucking sex we had in those days."
"100%," said Hadley.
"But as I was saying, I'm just so glad I parented "hard" when she was younger," said Evelyn. "Now, she has such a good head on her shoulders. Besides, I live less than five miles from campus if she or I need a break."
"I told her she's the best lay I've ever had, bar none," said Hadley, lowering her voice. "And I meant it." Lauren, who was busy putting on the sunblock, heard the compliment and swelled with pride.
"Aawww," mewled Evelyn. "That is so kind."
"They say an apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You're beautiful, Evelyn. Stunning. Christ, how do you stay in such delicious shape? You must work out?"
"Yes, four or five days a week. And I have an athletic background, so I tend to go hard at the gym. I eat what I like, within reason," said Evelyn. "Lauren, doll, I have a new best friend here. She is full of sincere compliments."
"Seriously, Mom, she is the bomb," said Lauren. "Not like so many fake Cali women. It is so refreshing to be around her."
"Thank you, baby. Thanks to my mom and her lover, I've been working out seriously for a few months now," said Hadley. "You'll meet them tonight at the party. I didn't know what I was missing out on."
"Well, I have to say, the workouts love you, deary," said Evelyn. "Did Lauren tell you she's on UCLA's women's water polo team?"
Before Hadley could answer, Portia showed up, and she and Lauren immediately bonded. They talked about English and Professor McDonald and everything and everyone. Portia immediately understood why Hadley was so into Lauren. It was hard to believe she was an undergrad.
To the women at the pool kissing and hugging, our four women were divided into two little groups of two, who occasionally laughed as one. The group of femmes got on fabulously and exchanged invitations to stay with one another the next time they were in LA or Boston. They ordered breakfast and spent most of the morning swapping stories, workouts, and recipes. Evelyn gave them the lowdown on the resort and who on the staff they could approach for sex. Hadley asked about Jeanie, the dining room head.
"She's a real gem, that girl," said Evelyn. "Have you had her yet?"
"Not yet," said Hadley. "The flight attendant on the flight down referred her to us. I was just wondering what you thought."
"If you haven't noticed, the guests here tend to be the older crowd. Jeanie is educated and thirty and loves sex. And she's black, and she's beautiful. Need I say more?"
"He he, no. I will drop Carmen's name and see where it leads."
"I suspect it will get you in her panties," said Evelyn.
The lovers in the pool area came and went, and the four moved the party to Hadley and Portia's room after lunch. Hadley got a chance to bed Evelyn, and the two got on famously, both having a powerful orgasm.
Portia took Lauren to bed, and they each fucked the other silly. She could not stop talking about the twenty-year-old later with Hadley.
"You know, she's truly a remarkable young woman," she told her fiancee when they were alone that night. "She will finish this semester at UCLA and attend Wellesley College for her last two years. That is, if they'll let her in."
"What? If they'll let her in," said Hadley. "Through three semesters, she's gotten one B at UCLA."
"I know, I'm just yanking your chain, as it were," said Portia. "I'm going to write a letter to admissions and copy the English Department, saying we met her on vacation and that her maturity is above and beyond. It might help if you do the same."
"Of course. What about water polo? Won't she miss that?"
"She wants to grow and feels that she is in a rut, hanging around the same people she has known since Junior High. She's one of the top players, but her heart is no longer in it."
"You know, you and I have a certain charisma about us," said Hadley.
"I know, baby. It comes with some responsibility, though."
Party Time
The guests had a party in the evening, and attendance was optional. However, all the women were present and accounted for. Hadley and Portia wore the only "good clothes" they brought. For Hadley, it was a matching top (no bra) and skirt, red with pink trim, and very sexy. The top was a lightweight jacket with three buttons that allowed for her delicious breasts to be one-third exposed. The skirt came to mid-thigh, showing her smooth and tan legs to great effect. It gave many of the women a fluttering heart. The sandals were pink, allowing her red toenails to shine. Of course, no underwear.
Portia sported a pair of mid-thigh length shorts that were a mishmash of the gay colors. For a top she had a light green short-sleeve blouse, unbuttoned halfway to allow her beasts to "breathe." She had on green flats to pull the ensemble together. She looked adorable
Evelyn was dressed to kill in her red and white Tommy Hilfiger outfit with capri pants, and Lauren wore white shorts and a complimentary Tommy white top (with red piping). She exposed her C Cups, and neither of them wore a bra. They fit right in.
The party was the resort's only marketing effort. The resort grew through repeat customers and word of mouth. Women came to the resort again and again and raved about it to their circles back home.
There was a fantastic vibe among the women, and the women all looked great. Everyone wanted to be there, to be seen, to flirt, and to love and be loved by their fellow Sapphics. From nine to eleven, there was a famous lesbian singer-songwriter duo with many dance tunes.
Hadley was lost in Evelyn's eyes: her body, her face, her sex. They both gave off a scent of arousal, which was quite intoxicating. She was not thinking about Portia and Lauren; it was her chance to be swept off her feet, and her lust drove her. Evelyn was such a great kisser, the best Hadley had ever been with.
Meanwhile, Portia had been smitten by Lauren. The four ladies stayed until ten and decided it was time for bed.
The Meaning of the Island
Evelyn was a honeypot. She made love slowly and confidently. She was with Hadley all night, and Lauren was with Portia. The four started in Portia and Hadley's room, but after a while, Hadley went with Evelen to her room while Portia and Lauren stayed in Portia's suite.
Evelyn was totally into Hadley and vice versa. She would end up making a pitch for Hadley to come to LA and be married to her. Hadley was excited but hung her head in shame. She couldn't leave Portia. Or could she? She had never experienced anyone like Evelyn: the sex, the humor, and a WLW of twenty-five years experience.
It seems that Lauren was quite taken with Portia. Portia practically guaranteed that she would get into Wellesley. She could stay with her instead of the dormitory. Portia's instinct was that Hadley had fallen for Evelyn. She saw Evelyn's hand on her breast during the dancing and kissing her with her lover's kisses.
She was taken with Lauren so that it would be an even "trade." Hadley moved in with Evelen to try it on, so to speak, and Lauren became Portia's roommate. After two days, their new direction was apparent.
Where were Joanie and Lila while all this was happening to Hadley?
They danced with each other and with a small circle of older women. Later in the week, they would hook up with Hadley and were disappointed that she was moving to California. They understood why.
"It was never going to work, Hadley and I," Portia told Joanie as they walked along the beach the following day. Portia and her mentor found a cove in the underbrush for privacy and spread their blankets. They shed their jeans and T-shirts.
"I knew it wasn't, but you had to discover that for yourself," said Joanie. "The new girl is stunning. Will she move in with you in Wellesley?" She kissed Portia and was massaging her breast.
"Aahhhh, that's so nice. Keep doing that, honey," Portia mewled. "But yes, she'll transfer to Wellesley to start her junior year and we'll be together from the beginning."
Portia moved her breast closer to Joanie, who put it in her mouth.
"You'll have to tell her about us, dear," said Joanie.
"I have," said Portia. "She understands fully, and we're already talking marriage. She's a hardcore feminist, though you'd never know it upon meeting her. The thing is, she has all of these strong opinions, but she keeps them to herself. I love that about her."
"What a catch. She'll be so malleable. Hang on to her, Portia."
"She's very open to higher powers and to supporting my work. She had a tarot card reading last week that said she would meet her soulmate on the island. She's even got a copy of S.C.U.M. Manifesto. She found and read it independently, sorting the good from the bad."
"New York is not the only place you find these treasures," said Joanie. "Let me guess, she has slept with over fifty women and taken the virginity of nine girls, yes?"
"You amaze me. Those were her numbers," Portia said, and the two were as one.
The two women kissed profoundly and fell onto their makeshift bed to reconnect. Joanie got on her knees and began to slowly, methodically eat Portia to orgasm. They would do it all, to multiple orgasms. The essential spirit visited them as they lay each other's arms in the sand. The goddess would speak through Joanie's hoarseness words of love and encouragement. Portia's voice had suddenly gotten deeper, too.
"Her will be done," answered Portia.
Instead of the lights flickering, the leaves of the trees waved, though there was no wind. A peace settled on them, a peace that surpassed understanding. And they slept.
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