Halloween night, 1979
They finally made it back up to the room. Upon entering, Lilah pulled off her boots, gloves, and headband. With her back turned to Joyce, she started to remove her halter top—no doubt to change into her sleeping shirt, or so Joyce thought.
Joyce turned toward her own bed and took off her angel costume's white robe—she had been wearing a white tank top and a pair of blue jean shorts underneath—and tossed it on the bed. Then she turned around.
She was surprised to see Lilah standing there looking at her. More specifically, she was surprised to see Lilah standing there looking there, while wearing the red hot pants and nothing else. The brunette made no attempt whatsoever to cover her breasts, which Joyce could see in all their glory (for the second time that night, but this time up close)—those perfect breasts, thought Joyce, ashamed of herself for thinking so.
"Lilah? What's the matter? Why are—" Joyce was stopped mid-sentence when the brunette walked forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Then she took the blonde's hands in her own.
"Lilah..." was all Joyce could say..
"Shh," said Lilah. "It's okay, honey, I know."
"I don't understand."
"I've seen how you've been looking at me for the last several weeks, Joyce, and it's okay. I feel the same way."
Lilah let go of Joyce's hands and placed her hands on the blonde's shoulders, gently pushing her into a sitting position on her bed. Then she sat on the blonde's lap facing her, wrapping her legs around the blonde's body and resting her feet on the bed.
Lilah hugged Joyce's body to herself and kissed her again, this time more deeply. Joyce felt the brunette's tongue run lightly over her upper lip and teeth; in response, she parted her teeth to accept the tongue.
A few seconds later, however, Joyce placed her hands on Lilah's head and pushed her face away from her own. "Wait, Lilah, wait!"
"What's the matter?" asked Lilah. "You want this just as badly as I do, and you know it."
"You're right...I do." It felt strange to Joyce, admitting it out loud like this. "But I have a fiancee, Lilah. I'm going to be married in less than a year."
"Are you sure of that?" asked Lilah.
Lilah got off of Joyce's lap and reseated herself next to her on the bed.
"We talked about this a few weeks ago. You didn't seem so sure that you really love Hank. Do you really want to risk an unhappy marriage with a man you don't love, when the true love of your life may have landed right in your lap...literally and otherwise?"
"Tell you what, honey. Let's give it a shot just for this one night. Forget about Hank, forget about everyone else in the world; as far as you're concerned they don't exist. For this one night, it's just you and me. If it turns out that you regret it in the morning...we go back to just being friends and roommates, and we'll never speak of it again. At least then we'd know for sure that we weren't meant to be. No reason Hank or anyone else ever has to know. Deal?"
Joyce did not respond for a moment as she thought it over. Then she nodded slowly. "Deal."
Lilah smiled. "I'm guessing you've never done it with a lady before?"
Joyce shook her head. "Have you?"
The brunette nodded. "A few. My first was a girl I met at church; she was the pastor's daughter. All I will say about that relationship is that it did not last very long. I heard recently that she's married and has a baby now. I also did it with two other girls during high school. One of them was the cheerleading captain, and I got to fuck her on prom night senior year, just a few hours after she was crowned prom queen. I had a girlfriend for a couple months last year; she was the first woman that I had during college. She claimed to be a lesbian; as it turned out, she was just 'going through a phase'." Lilah made quote marks using her fingers.
"And you? Are you a lesbian?" asked Joyce. "Because I'm not sure that I am."
Lilah shrugged. "Bi, I suppose. I've been with men, too. I guess I don't really use gender as a factor when figuring out who I want to be with."
She turned and looked at Joyce again. "So are we going to do this, or what?"
Joyce did not answer. Instead, she reached over and hooked her fingers in the waistline of the brunette's red hot pants and pulled them down. The blonde's eyes widened.
"Lilah! Did you forget to wear underwear tonight?"
Lilah smiled and replied, "I like going commando. You remember when we first met, when I was wearing that black mini-skirt? I wasn't wearing any underwear then, either."
"You are such a naughty, naughty girl!" giggled Joyce.
"Looks like I need to be punished," replied the brunette in her sultriest voice.
Joyce stood and quickly started removing the rest of her clothes. Lilah sat up and helped her. As the blonde pulled off her tank top and undid her bra, the brunette undid the blonde's belt before unzipping her jean shorts, revealing cotton panties underneath, and pulling both shorts and panties down to her ankles. Joyce, in turn, stepped out of them so that both she and the brunette were now completely naked.
Lilah pushed Joyce onto to the bed and then was on top of her; they kissed again, even more deeply than before. The blonde ran her hands down the brunette's back and over her rear. They were laying on top of the covers; if anyone had walked in at that moment, they would have been greeted with quite the show, and there would have been no doubt whatsoever as to what the two women were up to.
Joyce felt Lilah kissing her neck now and and running her hand over her left breast, then over her stomach, and then down between her thighs. As Joyce felt this, she continued to wonder in the back of her mind whether she would regret this encounter in the morning. She did not even want to think about what would happen if Hank were to ever find out.
These thoughts were interrupted when Lilah began putting her fingers to effective use. Joyce gasped.
To hell with it, she thought as she began moaning in pleasure at Lilah's touch.
Several notable differences from my original posted version. Originally, this and the last chapter were one chapter. I added quite a bit of dialogue for Lilah, such as mentioning both her stuttering problem and sexual history to Joyce, and I also changed her Halloween costume (originally she was dressed as a cat and not as a devil). I also made the sex scene a little more explicit. I figured my audience would want a bit more in this regard :)
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