On spring break, a number of lesbian college students took time off from Les Spirites.
They headed to La Fuentes to a ‘mansion’ in the trees.
The proprietor ‘Glen’ greeted them.
She led them up stairs to the second floor where she greeted ‘Grace’, the overhead for the lesbians on that floor.
Together, they were excellent bosses. They went to the school in Les Spirites over a decade ago, and were alumni from the same class. They pioneered social movements, ‘ring clubs’, though none of them did the finger games.
Each had their assignments for the summer. But no sooner did they pack it in: did some unclothed and did some love-making.
Glen left a special assignment on the post-it board in the lobby. Most lesbians were ordinary girls. So most did not do the clandestine over-night games that was the clandestine proclivity of Glen and Grace.
‘Timer’ wanted. Otherwise described as ‘Temar’. A lesbian with a blond hair tied into a neat bun took the bulletin. It was 70 dollars a night. It was something she couldn’t refuse: but Temar? What was it? The lesbian – ‘Lauren’ – was curious.
She met up on the second floor with grace. Here she learned of Glen’s affair with Ducy, a petite lesbian from this floor.
‘I need a timer’ Glen told her. Otherwise ‘Temar’ to keep it secret.
Every week, she snuck into the second floor and slide along the walls to Ducy’s room. There they engaged in lesbian love-making for hours. That was part of the thrill.
Then Grace caught wind of it. Posted sentries. Strictly speaking: Glen and Ducy could have any relationship they wanted, and leave when they wanted. The restriction was pseudonymously created by the house rules: which was simply crafted after some of the lesbian games they founded in Les Spirites.
Glen could see Ducy: provided she left a lesbian with the local sentry. The rules were expanded to include a proxy. Were Glen caught: she would leave her lesbian partner with the lesbian watch.
Lauren was a timer: for long as she lasted, Glen could navigated unrestricted. But Laren caught on: her vagina was essentially a clock. As soon as it burst, her sentry was making a search for Glen around the premise.
Night of: Lauren stripped to an underwear. The sentry “Flynn” was a tall green-eyed lesbian with dark hair. Glen nodded to the sentry and left Lauren with her.
Lauren removed her flimsy underwear and spread her legs on the floor. The sentry put her lips to Lauren’s second lips; and she caressed up and down her loins with rosy red lips.
Glen looked slightly relieved and moved down the hall way. Lauren would keep the watch busy for a while.
Ducy greeted her with smile: and slid into bed with her. They embraced, kissed, and their lips traveled up and down each other’s bodies.
Lauren’s vagina was in the throes of passions. Blood was rushing through her loins, forced beyond her control was cresting and arching within her. Her breast heaved: ‘I hope she’s doing what she needs’ she thought. ‘Can’t hold out for much longer’.
Her vagina with each stroke of Flynn’s lips was counting down (in a way of speaking) to its orgasm. Then the clock was up. Lauren didn’t know what passed for a penalty in this game. Most lesbians simply breezed through: only the initiated stayed past the summer to explore all the games that Glen and Grace would dream of.
At this point: it was over. Lauren gave a slight moan and burst.
She retreated to the third floor and wiped herself. She showered and wiped water from her elegant face.
Glen slipped back to the third floor and through the halls like a shadow.
Lauren wondered what would have happened had Glen run out of time. But summer went by quickly. She hooked up with a lesbian in her sociology class. And they packed up together, after some nights of passionate love-making.
‘Would you recommend ‘Glenn’s’ place to other lesbians’ the mansion questionaire asked her. On a scale of 1 to 10, she left a 7. The pay was good: it paid off last semester. Not all lesbians were cut out for lesbian cos-play and fantasy play: but she obliged some lesbians and true to her West Coast roots, at least saw other perspectives (not all she agreed with, but she tolerated it, and slightly enjoyed some parts of this life off the college dorms).
They returned to Les Spirites University the following day. The buzz of school resumed.
As her lesbian friend kissed and rubbed her vagina that night, her thoughts traveled to this strange away place: by night, under moonlight, Glen’s cozy little retreat. Back then she was:
A Timer
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