Second-Hand Dresses

Chapter 42: Breakdown

In the wars that never end, it is the silence as you stand over the last bloody body when you finally come up to the question you can never answer: what's next.

—Child of Blood and Steel (Act 1, Scene 4)

A dull throbbing woke Lily up. It took her a moment to realize that the throbbing came from her head, a fuzzy taste coated her tongue, and she desperately had to pee. She had all the hallmarks of a hangover, an excessive once since she didn't remember anything besides celebrating Nirih's dress with Mindil.

With a groan, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. It took her a moment to focus enough to identify her location. When she saw the familiar walls of her bedroom, she let out a breath of relief.

Automatically, she reached behind her to seek out Kendrick, unsure if he had joined her when she lost track of her night. When her fingers stroked against a warm body, she smiled and continued to explore.

To her surprise, she didn't encounter Kendrick's muscular body nor his scars. Instead, there was only smooth, soft skin underneath her fingertip. She stopped as she caressed along one soft roll, unsure if she could explore up or down but absolutely certain it was Mindil naked in her bed with her.

Her heart almost skipped a beat.

She smiled and closed her aching eyes to focus on her touch. She caressed along the curve and then pushed her hand up along the mound of Mindil's breast.

Lily had to turn slightly before she caught Mindil's nipple in her fingertips.

Mindil moaned. "This is my favorite way to wake up, you know."

She stretched, one thick thigh pressing against Lily's. "Well, sucking on it would be better."

Lily smiled. She turned around and opened her eyes.

Mindil was on her back, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed. Her large breasts had flattened with her position but two hard nipples stood out like tiny peaks. Below, the valleys and mountains of her belly lead into the darkened mound framed by her short dark hairs and her thighs.

"What do you think?" Despite the sultry tone, there was doubt in Mindil's voice. Lily knew where it came from. High Society had the perfect woman in mind, the ideal beauty. Mindil was far from it. She was fat, loud, and had no hint of the submission that had been driven into Lily all her life. She was barely a lady of High Society but she was everything Lily wanted.

Without hesitation, Lily turned and rolled over to her knee. She crawled a few steps slipped one knee between Mindil's. She still wore a thong from the night before, the fabric ground against her lover's leg as she spread her knees for balance. Looking into Mindil's beautiful eyes, she stretched her self across her lover and brought the hard nipple between her fingers to her lips.

Mindil moaned quietly.

Lily grinned and sucked on the nipple, pulling it into her lips enough to caress the tip with the end of her tongue. She sucked harder, working her face into Mindil's breast as she cupped the tit to hold it up.

"Oh, Lily...."

With her other hand, Lily trailed her fingertips over the bulge of her lover's belly and then down to the padded mound. Mindil was already growing damp as Lily worked one finger and then another past the thick folds and to heated depths.

Mindil moaned. "Oh, yes... no, no."

Lily drew back, popping the nipple from her lips. "What's wrong?"

"I really, really have to pee." She grimaced.

Lily's own bladder made a twinge. "Me too."

"Good. Come back in a few minutes? I'd really like to continue, if you are willing."