Lesbian runaway

CHAPTER TWO

"You little dyke!"

"You keep your hands off me, you filthy pig!"

Kelly was cornered in the attic, with nowhere to run.

Her brooding thoughts and depression had been interrupted and shattered by the arrival of her tormentor.

Dan Waxer was drunk – as usual.

But it was more than booze which made his face shine so red and hot, which made his beady bloodshot eyes glitter so hotly.

Kelly had heard him stumbling around on the floor below.

He had knocked into some item of furniture, overturning it so that it toppled. There was a crash, and the sound of something breaking.

The accident was followed by his muffled cursing.

His heavy footsteps made their way to the attic door.

On his side, was the new lock and hasp he had installed – installed so that the door could only be secured from the outside.

A heavy padlock held the door sealed from without.

Sealing Kelly in the attic – as a prisoner.

And now her jailer was paying her a visit.

All of Kelly's fears and apprehensions crystallized into stomach-churning dread, when she heard Dan Waxer at the door.

He fumbled drunkenly with lock and key.

He had some difficulty in fitting the right key into the hole of the lock, but at last he succeeded, and the lock came undone.

He flung the door open, so that it swung on its hinges to crash against the wall.

The violence of the action made Kelly shudder.

"Kelly!"

His drunken booming voice bawled her name up the stairs.

"I'm here, Kelly! Daddy's here!"

"Daddy" – he dared call himself that!

Kelly's real father had passed on years ago. She and her mother had lived happily enough together, until the interloper came.

What Kelly's mother had seen in Dan Waxer was a mystery to Kelly.

Kelly thought that even a child could have seen through, Waxer's oily insincerity, his fast-talking flattery, his phoniness.

But Kelly's ailing mother wanted a man around the house, and had fallen for his line, and married him quickly.

Kelly loathed him from the start. He knew it, too. He seemed to take a perverse delight in annoying her and irritating her and getting her goat.

But that was far from the worse aspect of his repellent personality.

Heavy clattering sounded on the stairs leading up to the attic, as Dan Waxer stumblingly ascended them.

He misstepped and slammed into the wall, his big body rocking it.

"Damn!" he muttered, then went into a fit of alcoholic laughter.

Kelly was rigid, tautly quivering with fear.

There was nowhere to run.

The only way out was down the stairs and through the door… and the hulking form of Dan Waxer blocked that exit.

As he mounted the stairs, drawing closer, his head loomed into view, rising balloonlike from the well of the sunken stairs.

"Hi, doll!" he leered.

Shaky from too much strong drink, he came into view.

Dan Waxer was a big bearish man in his late forties. He had a big round head, with hair thinning out on top.

His low forehead was red and gleamed with oily sweat. In an absurd touch of vanity, he had grown his hair long on the sides, so his big ears were covered.

His face was thick-featured, coarse, common. He had squinty eyes, now bleared from booze, a meatball nose, thin liver-colored lips.

He had a three-day growth of beard stubbling his jowly red face. His mouth hung open in a slack, loose, leering grin.

He had broad sloping shoulders, a barrel chest, and a big beefy beer gut. He wore a stained tanktop undershirt and a pair of baggy brown slacks.

In one hand he clutched a bottle of whisky by the neck.

"What do you want?" Kelly asked coldly.

"What d'you think?"

"I don't know what goes on, in what passes for your mind!"

"Cute," Dan Waxer scowled, "real cute."

"When are you going to let me out of here?!"

"When I'm good and ready to," he snickered.

"You can't keep me locked up here forever!"

"Oh no? I been doin' a pretty good job of it so far!"

"When I tell Mom about this…"

"Yeah, you do that! Only you better yell good and loud, if you want her to hear you all the way down in Florida!"

"They'll miss me at school…"

"Hah! Ha ha ha!"

Dan Waxer's jowls quivered as he chortled. He slapped his knee.

"Hah! That's a good one – miss you at school! After what you done, if you never show up back there, it'll be too soon for them!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Not much, you didn't! I know what you was doin' with that dyke teacher! By now, I guess everyone in town knows!"

"Lies, all lies!"

"Who're you tryin' to convince – me, or yourself?"

Total disaster had fallen upon Kelly – and her lover, Laurel.

It was a simple mistake, but one which had been ruinous to both of them.

It happened on Monday, after school, when the students had all gone home.

Kelly had joined Laurel in the classroom where she taught her English classes. The classroom had been empty, with rows of deserted desks.

Laurel was just packing up, to leave for the day.

The classroom door was closed… but, unfortunately, not locked.

That day, Kelly looked especially pretty.

She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, a long luxuriant mane of blonde hair.

She wore a pretty pink blouse and a plaid skirt and pink knee socks.

So fresh-faced, young and lovely did she look, that Kelly excited Laurel to give her a little kiss in the empty classroom.

She had intended to give Kelly a chaste little deck on the cheek, but Kelly had turned her head at the last instant.

Causing Laurel's red lips to press Kelly's pink puckered lips.

Sexual electricity sparked when the kissing lips met.

Laurel embraced Kelly, who pressed up against her.

Kelly opened her mouth, accepting with delight Laurel's probing tongue.

Which is just how Hugo the custodian discovered them, when he blundered into the room as part of his daily routine.

He was going to sweep up and clean out the waste baskets, his usual tasks.

Ordinarily, he started on the other side of the school building, but just before the school day ended, somebody had gotten sick on the stairs.

He had cleaned it up, and decided to clean up the rooms starting at this end.

Which is how he came upon a teacher kissing a student.

That was bad enough – an offense for which the teacher could and would be fired!

But making it infinitely worse was the fact that teacher and student were of the same sex!

The world turned upside-down and toppled on Kelly and Laurel.

Nightmare time!

Hugo had hurried away, hastening to the principal's office to report what he had seen, in graphic detail.

It was only a kiss – but a passionate one, between teacher and girl.

One kiss which was enough to ruin both Kelly and Laurel.

The principal called Kelly into his office first thing the following morning. Kelly was so ill, she thought she would vomit, or faint.

Infinitely worse, was the fact that the principal had summoned her parent.

Since Mom was away in Florida, trying vainly to recover her shattered health, that left Dan Waxer, her step-father, to be called in.

The scandal had already swept the school, becoming known to faculty and student body alike – indeed, no one talked of anything else!

Kelly squirmed under the stares of others – some leered at her, some looked at her with disgust, some in amazement.

Up to then, Kelly had seemed only to be an all-American beauty, as normal as could be, a typical healthy teenager.

She rarely dated, and had no steady boyfriends, a fact which now made sense in light of her exposed lesbianism.

She felt like a leper.

But her worse fears were, not for herself, but for Laurel.

Kelly was in big trouble, but Laurel was really on the hot spot.

Laurel was liable for criminal prosecution for corrupting the morals of a minor. Kelly swore she would never testify, never!

But there would be no need to, not with the way the authorities had things rigged.

The principal, the Board of Ed, did not want a big scandal, which would of course result if such a case should come to trial.

So, there would be no trial – if Laurel played ball.

No criminal charges would be lodged against the teacher, provided she submitted her resignation, effective immediately.

And left town, immediately.

Should she try to contact. Kelly, even by phone, Laurel would be arrested, charged, and brought to trial.

These facts Kelly learned during her own ordeal in the principal's office, when that man informed Dan Waxer about the scandal.

Kelly was put on suspension, pending a final decision as to whether an immoral influence such as she would be readmitted to school.

Her punishment really began when she returned home.

She had been sent to her room by Dan Waxer, who was in an ill-disguised state of glee at the dramatic turn of events.

Long had Kelly's aloofness and disdain for him rankled. He had ached for a chance to turn the tables on her, and put her in her place.

The discovery of his teen step-daughter's lesbian tendencies was just what the doctor ordered, where Dan Waxer was concerned.

Sobbing in her room, Kelly had been puzzled by the sounds of the electric drill and hammering at the attic door.

This was when Dan Waxer installed the lock on the attic door.

He came for her, sawdust covering him, plastered down against his sweaty form.

When Kelly resisted him, he struck her.

She was shocked beyond belief.

Never before had she been struck in anger!

Dan Waxer manhandled the stunned teen, hustling her out of her bedroom and up into the attic, where he had set up the cot.

He tossed Kelly down to the hard floor, where she crouched, sobbing.

"What are you doing?!"

"You ain't fit to associate with decent folks, you little dyke!"

Dan Waxer was loving his triumph over this insolent, haughty teen lovely.

"Yeah, you're gonna stay cooped up here until you've learned your lesson!"

And Kelly had been locked up, imprisoned in the attic room.

At first, she was hysterical.

She pounded the attic door until her fists were raw, until her eyes were red from weeping, until she slumped in defeat on the stairs.

Tuesday day and Tuesday night, she had been penned up in the attic.

Dan Waxer brought her meals on a tray – thin, meagre fare of canned soup barely heated, and baloney sandwiches on doughy white bread.

Even worse, she had gotten hungry enough to eat them.

All day Wednesday, she was penned in the attic prison, while, down below, she heard him going about his business.

He started drinking late this afternoon, continuing on into the night.

Priming himself with alcoholic "courage".

For what?

Kelly could guess…

The pig lusted after her, of course.

She knew that fact well… had known it from the moment she hid first set eyes on him, and he on her.

It was shameful, the way he ogled her when he thought Mom wasn't watching.

At first, he had constantly annoyed her, trying to hug her and kiss her.

He pretended that he was only a paternally fond step-father.

But Kelly knew better.

The boys at school, and some of the teachers, often eyed her longingly.

But, although she was not in the least bit interested in them, and would never give a schoolboy a tumble, their desire was natural, clean.

But there was something unclean in the oily fervor with which her step-father constantly stared at her with those beady eyes.

He was always pawing her, trying to hug her, to get her to sit on his lap.

In the early days of the marriage, one of his tricks was to sneak up behind her and wrap her in a tight bear hug.

All in fun – that's what he pretended his attentions were.

But when he grabbed her from behind, and pressed sloppy kisses on her, she had felt his hardness pressing her buttocks.

She had nipped that in the bud, one day, by giving him an elbow in the ribs.

The next time he tried to paw her, she told him off in no uncertain terms.

Mom wasn't home that day, and Kelly was a bit surprised that the air hadn't turned blue from her blistering curses.

Even Dan Waxer had been taken aback by her vehemence that day.

She told him she knew what he was up to, and that the next time he tried anything, she would take her complaint to her mother.

She had kept her mouth shut about his annoying, distasteful attentions only to spare her frail, naive mother from the truth.

That had cooled him out – for a while.

He had been satisfied with spying on her, trying to peep at her when she was in a stage of partial undress, or nudity.

It preyed on her nerves, a constant strain. Kelly liked to dress naturally. Her breasts were pert, high, firm, and did not need the support of a bra.

It was only common sense for her to go braless – she loved the freedom.

But that freedom ended, for, whenever she went braless under her blouse, Dan Waxer ogled her breasts with obvious sneering lust.

Obvious to Kelly, but not to her mother.

Kelly was forced to cover herself constantly, and always wear a bra in the house – she had to be on constant guard.

One time, when she had foolishly forgotten to lock her bedroom door, Dan Waxer had barged in while she was changing.

He had waited around to catch her in just that position, when she was dressed in her bra and panties.

Her curses blistered the air as she screeched for him to get out.

He sneered insultingly and took his time leaving.

From that time forth, she never forgot to lock her door.

But the strain of being constantly on guard against him was nerve-wracking.

More than once, when she was locked in the bathroom taking a bath, bumping noises against the closed door alarmed her.

She was sure that Dan Waxer knelt outside the door, spying at her through the keyhole. But she had never caught him in the act.

It got so that she actually looked forward to school, where she could relax.

Never could she really relax and let down her guard at home.

Indeed, home hardly seemed like home anymore.

But she had found a new home with Laurel, the lesbian teacher who seduced Kelly into more delicious pleasure than she had ever dreamed possible.

Kelly, although young, was no virgin.

A year ago or so, she had surrendered to a high school senior, a football star who had taken her out on a date.

Lex, his name was. He had thick dark wavy hair, a handsome clean-shaven face, and a fine broad-shouldered body.

Kelly at that time was worried about her lack of interest in boys.

Her girlfriends were all boy-crazy – yet she was not.

Why?

At that time, Kelly was afraid to face the answer…

The answer being that it was girls, not boys, that attracted her.

Kelly sensed the difference in herself from her girlfriends.

When she was in the girl's locker room, getting ready for gym class, she would glance covertly at the females undressing alongside her.

It was femaleness which attracted her interest – breasts and pussies, not male genitals, that fascinated her.

Kelly was not so naive as to not know something about lesbians. She had read articles, and seen movies.

There had been a movie out a year ago, about two girl, athletes who became lovers.

Kelly had taken a bus to the next town, just so none of her friends from school would see her attending that movie and making the connection.

Sitting by herself in the theater, in an audience largely male, Kelly had been aroused beyond belief by scenes of lesbian love.

There were only a few of them, and they were not explicit, since this was a major motion picture and not a fuck film.

But Kelly's nipples had stood out stiff and throbbingly erect for the course of the picture, aching with stiffness.

Her pussy quivered, and she covertly pressed her thighs against her sex, squeezing her pussy while she watched the show.

She had orgasmed right there in the movie seat.

But she was fearful of her difference, too.

In small suburban towns such as these, there was no tolerance for different ones.

Kelly had witnessed the vicious tormenting of the one or two boys in school who were sissified, and hounded by the "normals".

She had heard the sneering snickering taunts directed at the lady gym teacher, who was universally acknowledged by the studentry as a dyke.

But that gym teacher had been careful not to follow up her sexual preferences with any female students, and wisely kept her private life private.

Kelly was frightened by the difference in her.

In a last-ditch attempt to battle her increasingly pronounced lesbian desires, Kelly resolved to give up her virginity.

To a male, that is.

The experiment was disastrous, and confirmed her lesbianism once and for all.

He had been polite, charming, courteous until he got Kelly in the back seat of his car, where he became horny, grasping, greedy.

He fondled her breasts and rubbed her thighs. There was little foreplay, and Kelly could not have felt less aroused.

But she was determined to go through with it.

She was frightened and repulsed by his penis, when it was nakedly exposed.

It was a fat swollen club of flesh – however would it fit in her?

She had endured his artless caresses, which were few, since he burned to take down her panties and stick it in her.

He was on top of her, red-faced and panting in the cramped car, pressing his penis against her delicate pussy.

She was scared, rigid, tight and dry – all of which he ignored, as he pried open her precious pussy and stuffed his cock head in.

He hurt her!

She moaned with pain as he forced his stiff penis inside her, pinning her to the car seat, stretching her sensitive pussy.

She thought she would scream, when the boy's penis battered her maidenhead.

She did scream – once – when he broke her tender cherry.

Ignoring her cries, he plunged his penis deep into her, then crudely hammered away at her until he came.

To add to her disgust and degradation, the crowning touch was when he came inside her, pumping his slimy semen into her.

That was the first – and last – time she would do it with a male.

So she had promised herself.

Laurel was the English teacher, and Kelly had a heavy crush on her.

Unlike the masculine, rugged woman's gym teacher, no one would ever have suspected Laurel of being a hardcore lesbian.

Laurel was the essence of femininity, grace, and elegance.

Kelly developed a super crush of all time on her teacher.

She followed Laurel around the halls, and daydreamed about her in other classes.

What's more, Kelly was flattered that Laurel really liked her – not as a student with whom she was on friendly terms, but as a friend.

It took little time for this friendship to ripen into something more.

In December, as the holiday season neared, Laurel invited Kelly to come visit her apartment during the vacation.

An invitation accepted eagerly by Kelly.

Kelly's wildest fantasies came true, on the very first time she visited Laurel in the privacy of the teacher's apartment.

Kelly feared she might faint with delight the first time Laurel kissed her!

Laurel knew well what she was doing.

She knew the difference between an ordinary schoolgirl crush, and desire which could ripen into a full-fledged lesbian love.

She knew that lonely, lovely Kelly was just aching to be taken.

So – she took her.

Kelly couldn't have been happier!

Joy filled her, when she discovered that what she had considered a hopeless passion, doomed to unfulfillment, was returned by the object of her affection.

As Laurel tenderly undressed Kelly for the first time in the cool dimness of her bedroom, tears came to Kelly's eyes.

"Why, Kelly, dear, you're crying!"

"B-because I'm so happy!" Kelly boo-hooed.

"I'll kiss those tears away," Laurel promised.

She made good on that promise, and more.

Never had Kelly known such ecstasy, as she did on that first time that she was with Laurel in bed.

From time to time, Kelly used to masturbate, to play with her pussy while she filled her head with lustful images of female flesh.

But the pleasure her fingers could give her pussy was nothing compared to that shivering joy Laurel's loving could bestow.

From that first time, Kelly was head over heels in love…

And now, all that was over.

Kelly was trapped – trapped!

She was in disgrace. Her life here was turned upside-down.

Never could she return to school. That was clearly impossible.

Even in the unlikely event that the faculty administrators grudgingly permitted her to return, it would be an agonizing ordeal.

She could never face her former friends. She would be the object of their leering curiosity, of their cruel taunts and jeers.

And Laurel – what had happened to her?

Kelly had not seen her since the afternoon of the day when Hugo the janitor caught them kissing in the classroom.

How was Laurel? Was she all right? Was she still in town, or had she been run off by the self-appointed guardians of morality?

These questions tormented Kelly as much as her own captivity.

Worst of all – what of Dan Waxer?

This was the showdown, she knew. This time, he hadn't come up here to mock and jeer at her, to bedevil her.

No, this time he had come for… something else!

Kelly was frightened, but determined not to show it.

"You better leave me alone!" she said, fighting to control her voice.

"Still giving the orders, huh? Still acting high and mighty, huh?"

An ugly leer distorted Dan Waxer's mean face.

"Well, I'm gonna knock you off that high horse of yours, Miss Kelly, and show you who's boss around here!"