"Exchanging Enemies?"
by GrandMoff
This is a fictional story--a sequel to "Enemy or Not?"--intended purely for the entertainment of readers. It involves sexual situations between two young women, i.e. (f/f) There's also a bit of blood and violence in this story. If this offends you, or you can't legally view this, please don't read the story. Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.
"Oh, darling," Athena's mother, Nancy said. "I noticed a formal gown on my credit card bill today. Would you mind sharing the details?"
The moment Athena had been nervously anticipating we suddenly upon her. "It's my dress for the February Formal, Mom," she said. "I have a date and we got our dresses about a week ago."
Nancy didn't notice what her daughter had implied, because Athena had been properly subtle. "Let's see this dress of yours," she said, "and talk some more about this dance."
"Sure," Athena answered brightly. (This was no time to appear scared, she figured.)
The women climbed the stairs and Athena led the way to the smaller of her walk-in closets. She pulled the dress from the hanging rod. "Here it is," she announced.
"Oh, nice!" Nancy said. She stepped back and admired the pale blue gown with its delicate lace and shimmering skirts. "You've got my fashion sense, honey. It's beautiful."
"Thank you, Mom."
"So, have I met your date?"
In the past week, Nancy certainly had met Theresa. The tall chestnut-haired girl had been at their manor nearly every day and had slept over twice. Athena swallowed, hoping htis would go well. "Yes, you have."
"Come on, then; who is he?"
Deep breath. "'He' is Theresa."
Nancy's eyes nearly popped from her head. Then she laughed in puzzlement. "No, seriously..."
Athena just stared solemnly, almost defiantly at her.
"...But you...Athena. You...are serious, aren't you? No! Honey, people will think you're a...lesbian," Nancy whispered.
Athena still gazed earnestly at her mother.
Nancy was overwhelmed. "Listen to me, Athena Marianne; you are not a lesbian and you are not going to the dance with that Theresa girl."
"I don't understand. You seem fine with Uncle Michael--"
"--Michael is my brother, not my only daughter. I can't help him." Then Nancy stopped; she hadn't meant to say that.
Athena was shocked. "'Help him?' So your acceptance of him has been a lie! You'd change him if you could."
"I--I didn't mean it that way. It's true; I do wish he wasn't gay. I don't think he's wrong, per se."
"Mother," Athena asked calmly, "how exactly did you mean it, then?"
Nancy was angry and very confused. She wasn't totally sure what she had meant. "Just keep your uncle out of this. His life isn't relevant to this discussion."
"I think it is. If you're so ashamed of your gay brother--"
All Nancy wanted was for Athena to quit talking. Seeing red, Nancy drew back and punched her daughter, slamming her fist into Athena's mouth and knocking her backwards; Athena tripped over a coffee table and fell to the linoleum floor.
"Oh my God!" Nancy cried. She realized with horror that she'd just hit her only child. She rushed to help her.
"Stay the fuck away from me!" Athena roared. She got up limping and painfully half-ran to the bedroom she used most. She grabbed her favorite overnight bag and threw a bunch of stuff in it. She was still a month too young to have her driver's license, but she took the keys to the Lexus, threw her bag in the back seat, and sped off toward Theresa's house.
As soon as Theresa opened the door, Athena dropped her bag and rushed into the taller girl's arms. She hugged her lover hard and sobbed into her chest. Theresa stroked her hair and embraced her lovingly. "Oh, sweetie. Are you all right?"
"I didn't know it would be like this! Hold me, 'Resa. Hold me tight!"
And Theresa held her delicate young companion, caressing her in a comforting way. Her touch was caring--there was nothing sexual about it. Athena sensed that and appreciated it. Her love for Theresa swelled even more. She eventually calmed and Theresa gently pulled her away to hold her at arms' length.
"You're bleeding!" she gasped. "Come in, I'll try to fix up your lip." She lifted Athena's black bag and guided the smaller girl into the house. Theresa told Athena to get comfortable in her overstuffed blue reclining chair. Athena sank into the chair gratefully and tried to get a handle on her emotions. Theresa returned quickly. She carefully cleaned the blood from Athena's mouth. Then she applied a dab of soothing salve and finished by holding a small cloth filled with ice chips to Athena's swollen lip.
"Athena...I won't ever try to make you tell me something you don't want to tell me...but I've got some questions. For starters, are you okay?"
Athena sighed. "Physically, yes. Emotionally, not really."
"Who split your lip?"
"...My mom did."
"Oh God, baby!" Theresa cradled Athena in her arms again. "I'm sorry."
"You've got nothing to be sorry for," Athena said. "You told me things like this would happen. I guess I didn't know how it would feel; that's all."
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Theresa asked.
"There's not much to say, really. Half of my friends are avoiding me or being nasty to me or treating me like some sideshow. Laurie's dad told me I'm no longer welcome at their house. He said, 'My daughter isn't like you and she doesn't want to be.' Like being attracted to a woman is contagious or something!
"But I didn't expect Mom to have a problem with you and me. I've told you about Uncle Michael, haven't I?"
"Your mom's gay brother?"
"Yeah. She seems cool with him whenever he's at the manor. I thought--Mom must--'Resa...I'm not sure I know her at all. I don't think I can take it if she hates me too--"
Athena started crying again. Theresa hugged her and whispered, "Sh. She doesn't hate you. It will be all right, love. Everything will work out."
"I believe you."
Theresa knew first-hand about the turmoil Athena was enduring. One thing that always had helped her was exercise, and she told Athena so. "I think we ought to do something physical," she said. "How about hitting the slopes?"
Skiing was one of their common interests--both girls liked sports in general--golf, basketball, skiing, tennis, and running in particular. Today was a chilly, comfortable day; skiing with a friend in the soft powder would be very therapeutic.
"Yeah!" Athena said. "Um...how does my lip look?"
"The swelling's gone down. You look great, dearest." Theresa leaned forward and kissed Athena lightly. "You feel very good, too."
"Where would I be without you, 'Resa? I love you so much." The shorter girl got on her tiptoes and initiated a longer, more passionate kiss. After several seconds, both girls broke off, panting.
"You seem to be recovering," Theresa said with a smirk. "If we don't leave soon, I'm going to want to stay here all day, kissing and licking that supremely fine body of yours."
Athena turned red: a brilliant, shining red. "I guess we ought to go now, if that's the case," she murmured.
"My beautiful little cherry tomato," Theresa said. "You have no idea how gorgeous you are when you blush!" Of course, that made Athena blush even harder. "We'd better go right now! Otherwise I'm going to eat you alive."
After some discussion about where to ski, Athena persuaded Theresa to try the Whitetail Hills Resort. Theresa had never been there--it was members only--but the Carsons were prominent members and Athena could bring guests whenever she wanted to do so. Theresa was kind of insecure about her own blue-collar status at first, but Athena had reassured her often and now she had no reservations about going to an exclusive place.
"We'll have to get your skis," the tall girl said as she drove toward Athena's manor.
"Yeah. They're in the equipment shed. There's no way we'll see my mom there."
"Baby...you're going to have to face her soon..."
"...I know. But not yet. And...just in case, would you come with me when I do?"
"Yes! Payback time," Theresa said, her knuckles growing white.
"No! Don't, 'Resa; that won't help at all. I need you to be there in case she freaks out again. But she's my mom! Promise me you won't hurt her."
"She--all right, I promise. But if she makes a move to hurt you in any way, I'm going to forcibly stop her, however I have to."
They arrived at the manor and got Athena's skis without seeing Nancy, or anyone else. It was a relief. Athena relaxed more easily and began to act like her old self. By the time they reached the resort, Theresa and Athena were joking and talking trash. "You'll be lucky to come in second," Theresa was saying. "You don't know anyone who handles moguls as well as I do."
"Whatever! I own this hill! I could beat you wearing snow shoes," Athena retorted.
"Big talk for such a tiny girl," Theresa jibed.
Athena became playful. She said quietly, "The smallest things can have the biggest impact. My tongue's small, but you really seem to like it." She gave Theresa's backside a quick pinch.
"Hey!" Theresa yelped. "You can't do--"
"Let's hurry and get our lift tickets."
"You are SO going to pay for that."
The girls were in no hurry when they began their day. It became obvious that Theresa was faster, but Athena's experience and agility was greater. Luck also appeared to be on the younger girl's side as she took the intermediate slalom.
"Ready to surrender yet?" Athena asked. She had won four of the six courses they'd tried.
"You wish," Theresa said. "The next slope is long and has no sharp turns. There's no way you'll even finish within ten meters of me."
Neither girl had been paying much attention to the sky. Dark clouds had appeared from nowhere. Fine snow began to fall. The snowfall grew heavier and heavier.
"Ah! It's cold!"
"Well, don't stand there in it." Athena grabbed Theresa's hand, taking her to th e lift and then to the long resort lodgehouse.
The two young ladies stood beneath the eaves of the lodge and watched the snow. "Quite peaceful," Theresa said.
Athena began rubbing her girlfriend's leg lightly. "I've said it before; you look terrific wet."
"Hm? Trying to get my attention?" Theresa softly stroked Athena's back. "Do you like snowstorms like this one?"
The shorter girl subtly moved her hands higher. "Give me a reason to like them. Do they turn you on? That would be a great reason."
"Yes. Falling snow turns me on; but it doesn't hurt to have my lover caressing me either. You sure enjoy teasing me, don't you?"
Athena let her hands wander. "Someone with an ass this amazing needs a little teasing now and then," she answered.
"You're pretty brazen today," Theresa said. "What about the other skiers?"
"They're in the bar drinking by now," Athena murmured.
"In that case..." Theresa put her hands under Athena's soft yellow sweater. She pushed it past Athena's small, perfect breasts. She traced Athena's breasts and prominent nipples delicately.
"...feels so good," Athena whispered. Her nimble fingers began unfastening Theresa's denim pants. "Ooh, you don't know what you do to me."
"Let's kiss in the snow." Theresa led Athena from beneath the eaves and into the snowstorm. Their lips met as if for the first time. The kiss began chastely but they slowly took it deeper. Their hands started to roam again.
Theresa cupped Athena's butt and lifted her. "Legs around my waist, baby," she urged. Athena sighed and clamped her strong legs above Theresa's hips. She held on while Theresa kissed, licked, and sucked her exposed breasts.
"'Resa...oh, yes...oh!"
The tall brunette looked at her girlfriend's rapturous face. This is the epitome of beauty, she thought. I'll give her even greater pleasure. She easily carried Athena to the lodge and held her against the wall. She kissed Athena's mouth again. Her lover's moans and gyrations were the sweetest praise she'd ever received. She opened Athena's fly.
"Mm--stop, 'Resa," the black-haired girl panted.
"Huh? But I'm so worked up now...why?"
"I just..."
"...Please, tell me. You know you can tell me."
"I'm having my visitor," Athena said, turning pink.
"I see. You know--and it doesn't always happen--I can get pretty horny at that time of month. Do you?"
"Sometimes."
"From your behavior, this is one of those times, isn't it?"
"Yes."
A wicked smile crossed Theresa's face. "Kind of selfish, making me stop for a little thing like that."
"What!" Athena was totally floored. "Are you--that's so--"
Theresa kissed her sensuously, and slid her ski pants past her thighs.
"But the mess," Athena mumbled into Theresa's mouth.
Theresa giggled. "Don't you worry; I brought towels and stuff in my bag. Clean-up will be easy."
"What if someone--"
"--You said yourself, nobody's here anymore."
Athena couldn't argue. She surrendered to Theresa's careful ministrations. Soon she was nude from her waist to her knees. Theresa removed Athena's tampon and tossed it into the woods behind the lodge. She fingered the shorter girl gently, knowing how sensitive she probably was now. She tenderly licked Athena's nipples, which were so hard and swollen they were almost sore.
At most ski areas, the staff keeps track of who is on the slopes. Whitetail Hills was no exception. In fact--because it was a private club--they paid close attention to where all their members were. Only one group, the Carson couple, hadn't returned to the lodge yet. Nina, a 20-year-old college student who instructed at the resort, was sent to check on them. When she left the lodge, she looked around. She was quite a distance away when she spied two people standing under the eaves. They sure weren't skiing.
They hadn't noticed her, which made sense; the visibility was poor and they seemed focused on each other. Instinctively, Nina approached the pair cautiously. She was curious; it looked like the couple was kissing.
"Oh! Oh, baby!" Athena gasped. Her body was terribly, wonderfully aroused. She felt Theresa both teasing and satisfying her: nursing at her breasts and finger-fucking her. "I'm yours...take me...Take me! Oh yes! Do me, lover!"
Theresa dropped to her knees and licked her girlfriend with deep, extravagant strokes of her wide tongue. The blood was diluted by Athena's copious fluids, but Theresa could still taste it. She loves me enough to let me go down on her at a time like this, Theresa thought. She was turned on even more and she sucked madly at Athena's clit, determined to give her the best orgasm of her life.
Oh wow, she's licking me, Athena thought, amazed. She loves me so much, she's willing to eat my bloody pussy. Overwhelmed with love, Athena immediately had a small orgasm. The large one continued to build.
Nina crept closer to the couple in the snow. They weren't kissing anymore, she realized. Weren't the two people in question both girls? As she drew nearer, she saw that--despite the height difference--they WERE both girls!
"That's disgusting," Nina whispered to herself. She meant to leave...but she couldn't. She couldn't look away. She couldn't close her eyes. Her mouth opened as she watched the taller girl make love to the shorter girl. It was so tender, so obviously loving--but so sexual as well. Nina stared.
"'Resa...I love you..." Athena whimpered. Her knees buckled and her breathing stopped. Theresa held her as the fierce orgasm shot through her, blotting out everything else.
"And I love you," Theresa said softly.
Nina had seen the shorter girl climax. As the taller girl stood, Nina saw blood on her mouth and chin. "No, that couldn't be..." Nina murmured. She watched the taller girl rummage through her bag. She gave the shorter girl a tampon and then started to wipe her own face with a cloth.
Nina was astonished. The short girl is on the rag, she realized. When I'm having my period, my boyfriend won't come anywhere near me.
I'd better get out of here before they see me, Nina thought. As the coed walked away, she felt cool, sticky liquid. Her panties were saturated! "I was...turned on...by two dykes?" she wondered aloud. Well, they were both quite beautiful. She forced herself to stop thinking and fled the scene.
Theresa helped Athena get dressed. The black-haired girl was a bit too dazed to do it by herself. Retreating to a bench under the eaves, Theresa sat and pulled Athena into her lap. "Take it easy, Athena. Slow, deep breaths. You'll hyperventilate if you don't slow your breathing."
"But--"
Theresa pressed her finger to Athena's lips. The younger girl forced herself to concentrate on her breathing. Theresa nuzzled her neck and held her hands chastely around Athena's waist in a loose but warm embrace. Athena grew calm, almost sleepy.
Once her breathing slowed, she tried again. "The things you do to me...you're the perfect fit, 'Resa."
"Interesting choice of words," Theresa whispered.
Athena grew red again. "Meanie! You like making me blush."
"Guilty as charged."
Athena squirmed in her lover's lap. "You could at least deny it, sex fiend." She hopped up and clasped Theresa. The girls kissed again. "I ought to take my revenge now." She kissed Theresa's neck and dragged her fingertips lightly over Theresa's ribs. Theresa was a sucker for gentle attention to her neck, ears, and abdomen; Athena went over these spots slowly, enjoying her companion's coos and sighs. She took her time working her hand into Theresa's panties.
"Oh, don't stop! Ooh! So good!" Theresa had to drape herself on the smaller girl for support.
"You like that?" Athena teased, planting light kisses on Theresa's neck. Her index and ring fingers spread Theresa's puffy labia and her middle finger circled Theresa's needy clitoris. "Can you cum for me, pretty girl?"
Wonderful weakness spread through Theresa's body. She slipped lower and lower until she was on her knees on the lodge's wooden deck. Athena sank down with her, not missing a beat. "Oh...oh, that's it! Ah! Athena, I'm cumming! Oh, I love you! I love you! Ah!"
Very satisfied with her lover's quiet litany, Athena grinned and stroked Theresa to an intense orgasm. Theresa recovered quickly as usual, and looked up to find Athena licking her fingers. Theresa gently grasped Athena's wrist and looked her in the eyes, taking the shorter girl's middle finger into her mouth and carefully cleaning it with her tongue. She slurped and let it go with a pop. Athena was growing aroused again.
"You're so sexy," the black-haired girl breathed.
"Let's get out of here," Theresa suggested.
"We haven't finished racing--"
"--You win. I just want you, now! I can't get enough of you. I want you naked so I can enjoy every centimeter of delicous you."
"Oh, 'Resa..."
Due to the snow, the girls found that they couldn't leave the hill. "How long does it usually take them to clear the road?" Theresa asked, failing to hide her frustration.
"Two or three hours. But," the brown-eyed girl lowered her voice, "they've got a couple of rooms. We could use one."
"They do?"
"Only VIPs can use them. Let's get a room."
"Yeah," Theresa agreed, slightly overwhelmed.
Athena talked to the lodge manager and secured a room. She also arranged for a few things to be brought to the room. Then she led Theresa through two halls and up a flight of stairs. She unlocked the door.
"I had no idea this was even here," Theresa said. "Wow! It looks so cozy."
"How about a shower to warm our poor, chilled bodies?"
"I call washing Athena!"
"I call washing Theresa!"
The two young ladies washed and warmed each other very well. They dried themselves and slipped into the robes that the lodge provided.
"Today started badly. It could have become the worst day of my life. Instead, it's been one of the best. Thanks, 'Resa," Athena said while Theresa brushed her long hair.
"I'll always do my best to make you happy," Theresa answered. "I can't stand seeing you sad."
When Theresa was nearly done brushing Athena's hair, there was a knock. "I'll get that," Athena said.
"But--we aren't exactly dressed for that."
"True, whoever's at the door will know we're lovers. So what?"
Theresa was surprised again by Athena's boldness. "I'll answer with you, then," she said. Athena reached for the doorknob. Theresa hugged the shorter girl from behind. Athena opened the door.
A short man in his late 20s or early 30s held a covered platter. He looked startled for only a moment. "Where shall I set this, Miss?" he asked quickly.
"Right there, thanks," Athena said, pointing at the coffee table near the door.
The man put down the platter. "Thank you," he said, taking the tip Athena offered him. He quickly left the doorway. Maybe some of his friends would have asked to watch, but he would never be such a twit. "After all, I wouldn't like it if someone asked to watch me with my wife," he muttered to himself. "What's private is private."
Theresa locked the door. Athena picked up the platter. "Come with me," she invited. "See that remote control? Hit the 'on' button, please."
Theresa did so, and a fire sprang to life in the fireplace. Athena sat on the long sofa that faced the fire. "You can put your head in my lap if you want to."
Theresa immediately lay on the sofa, relaxing into her girlfriend's lap. Athena started feeding her red grapes from the platter, one at a time. "You're such a romantic," Theresa sighed. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world."
When about half the grapes were gone, Theresa coaxed Athena into switching places with her. As Theresa fed Athena, her arousal grew. Athena was so trusting and so caring...Theresa decided to thank her as only she could. She fed Athena the last grape.
Then she lunged, trapping Athena's arms.
"Hey!" Athena protested.
Theresa swiftly controlled both of Athena's wrists with one hand and very slowly opened her robe with the other hand. She kissed Athena, sharing her breath. Her fingers gently explored Athena's trembling, twitching body.
"Ooh," Athena moaned into the green-eyed girl's mouth.
Theresa broke the kiss long enough to pant "I love you," then she fastened her mouth to Athena's again. She traced Athena's nipples and they grew tall and rigid, begging for attention. Theresa kneaded each breast in turn. Eventually, she let herself slip lower, dawdling, tantalizing the writhing girl beneath her.
Athena ached helplessly. She could only hope that Theresa would hurry up--she didn't think she could stand any more teasing.
Finally, Theresa's fingers swept across Athena's favorite spot. After just three circles around and over Athena's clitoris, Athena came: shaking violently, breathing hard.
"Oh, 'Resa," she purred in her afterglow. "That was so cruel but so good!"
"Cruel? Don't make me laugh! You like being dominated as much as..."
"...What? As much as you do, is that what you were going to say?"
"I--"
"--Too late now! I'll remember that. Payback is so fun."
Hours later, the satisfied couple left the ski lodge.
"Back to my house?" Theresa asked.
"...No, take me to the manor, please."
"Athena?"
"I don't want to avoid my mother. I don't want her to think I'm ashamed being with you."
"Okay." There was a strange note in Theresa's voice.
"What is it?" Athena asked.
"I know the pain you're in for; I've felt it myself. You know, you could spare yourself that pain. If you would just tell people what they want to hear--"
"--Stop it, Theresa! I know you're trying to protect me--and I love you for it--but I won't lie about this."
A tear escaped Theresa's eye. "Good for you," she whispered. "And I will always be there to comfort you and support you and love you."
Hand-in-hand, Theresa and Athena entered the manor. No sooner had they hung their coats than Rosalie, the maid, noticed them. "Athena, you're back! Your mother's been frantic looking for you! Oh, and you have a phone message. Your mom is in the billiard room; please see her, okay?"
"Okay, calm down!" Athena laughed.
"It's good to see you as well, Theresa," Rosalie said warmly.
"It's nice to see you, Rosalie. How are you?"
"I'm very well, thanks."
"Is anyone with my mom?" Athena asked. Theresa thought she heard a hint of nervousness. She squeezed the small hand she held. Athena looked at her gratefully and the pair proceeded toward the billiard room.
"You're too young for her," Athena muttered.
"Um...what?"
"You didn't see it? I hope I'm imagining things--I think Rosalie's been making eyes at you."
Theresa stumbled but recovered. "Do you? But..."
"...Yeah. As I said, I hope I'm wrong. I like Rosalie. You've seen it though; I get jealous really easily."
"Don't worry, babe. I love only you." Theresa gave Athena a reassuring kiss.
"So are you ready?" Athena asked.
Theresa nodded. Athena swallowed and opened the door to the billiard room.
Nancy, Athena, and Theresa stared at each other for a few long seconds.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, darling," Nancy said, slowly approaching the couple. She was crying by the time she reached her daughter and hugged her.
"It's all right, Mom," Athena said. She began to cry quietly too. "I forgive you."
Daughter and mother stood for a minute, hugging each other. "My little girl is growing up," Nancy sniffed. "I love you. If you want to go to the dance with Theresa, it's your choice and I will stand by you. I will, I promise. And I won't ever hurt you again. Oh God! I'm sorry!"
Athena carefully disengaged herself from her sobbing mother. She hugged Theresa. "Mom, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Theresa."
Theresa extended her hand. Nancy hesitated, then took it awkwardly. "I apologize to you too," Nancy squeaked. "You must be someone very special."
It's all right, Mrs. Carson," Theresa answered. "I love Athena." She hugged Athena a little tighter and looked into her eyes. "I love you, Athena."
"I love you, 'Resa. And Mom, I love you too. Please, let's all forget this awful morning and move on."
The three women drank tea, played pool, and talked. At first, the conversation was totally serious, but it gradually became more relaxed. When Athena had drawn real laughter from both of her companions, she thought that she could leave them alone with each other safely. Earlier, she wouldn't have taken the chance. "I'll be right back," she announced, "Rosalie said I had a message and I ought to hear it before I can be called rude." She left the room.
The door closed with a click.
"Mrs. Carson," Theresa said, her eyes flashing, her voice trembling with barely-restrained fury, "you hit the woman I love. Don't ever do it again."
"I swear I won't," Nancy replied. "I see how much you love her. I also love her."
"Oh, Athena! Is everything all right?"
"Yes, it's fine, Rosalie. You said I had a message?"
"Mhmm; it was from a girl named Tammy Shelton..."
Athena's eyes widened.
The End (for now)