The Lindy Series Ep. 08: Lindy's in Love

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Episode 8 - Lindy's in Love

Chapter 1: Revelations

Summer was always Lindy's favorite time of year. While it did get hot during the day, the nights were very comfortable. Lindy loved the cool night air and had spent many nights lying back in a lawn chair gazing up into the night sky.

More than anything, Lindy loved seeing the sun set and bearing witness as the gloaming faded into night. Watching the heavens darken to allow the starlight to shine was a majestic event that never got old for her. Lindy normally did this alone as she liked the solitude and peace; it allowed her to dwell on her innermost thoughts and desires.

She recalled the events of the last year. Clara moving in next door, her first voyeuristic orgasm because of Clara, her first naughty wetting experience prompted by Clara, her first camping trip with Clara, her first day spa experience thanks to Clara, and her first truly group sex experience that included Clara.

It was that last event that hung like a tapestry in her mind. Watching Clara have intercourse with Helen was both magnificent and bittersweet. The memory was not erotic; it possessed a lingering shadow of sadness that Lindy could not explain. She loved Helen and Clara both, but somehow seeing them together in such an intimate act left Lindy feeling almost betrayed.

It had been a week since that fateful night and Lindy had become more and more solitary in the days immediately following as she became consumed with the emotion turmoil. Thankfully, Clara had to go out of town a few days afterward, and Helen was swamped with so much editing work that she hardly left her office; Lindy had plenty of opportunity to be alone to think.

Lindy had never dealt with feelings like these and it truly bothered her that she didn't have a clue as to why she felt this way. Resolved to get to the bottom of the problem, Lindy went inside to talk with Helen. Upon approaching Helen's door, Lindy squared her shoulders, straightened her clothes, and gently knocked on the door.

"Mom? Can I talk with you?" Lindy spoke quietly to the door.

Lindy heard nothing for several moments; then suddenly, the door handle turned, and the door gently swung open. Helen stood in the doorway; her countenance being that of a somewhat haggard woman.

"What do you need, Honey?" Helen inquired in a hushed tone that gave away her level of fatigue.

"Oh my God Mom, you look awful! When was the last time you slept?" Lindy asked with deep concern.

"I've just had a lot on my mind and it's been difficult for me to sleep, Hon. Don't worry about me."

"Does that 'lot on my mind' include last weekend by any chance?" Lindy asked quietly, avoiding Helen's gaze.

Helen lifted Lindy's face and gazed into her eyes for a long moment before she answered.

"Yes, Honey, it does." Helen said, her eyes glistening with the tears that threatened to fill her eyes.

"That's actually what I need to talk to you about." Lindy said, taking Helen's hand and bring it to her cheek.

Lindy entered Helen's room and the two women sat on the queen sized bed that was situated on the opposite wall from Helen's large desk. The room was filled with dark mahogany wood furniture which included the large desk, a huge headboard at the far end of the bed, and two dark leather sitting chairs. The table lamps dimmed the light they cast with their burgundy shades which gave the room a cozy and warm feeling.

Holding Helen's hands, Lindy explained the feelings that had been lingering with her since last weekend, and did her best to not look upset or sad. But by the time Lindy had finished, tears were steadily running down Helen's face.

"Oh, Mom, please don't cry; I didn't mean to upset you." Lindy said, trying desperately to console Helen.

Helen hugged Lindy, and got up off the bed.

"I was afraid this was going to happen, Honey, and the only thing I can say is, I'm so very sorry."

Lindy's expression changed to one of confusion and Helen continued.

"I know how you feel about Clara and I should have never given into my selfish desires that night. When I thought about it the next day, I realized what I'd done and the guilt has been eating me up ever since. I've been thinking about it constantly and I'm glad you wanted to talk about it," Helen said, wiping her cheeks and pacing at the end of her bed.

"We both care for Clara a lot, Mom. We're all very good friends who happen to like being naughty together! I just don't understand why I hurt and you feel guilty about last weekend."

Helen stopped pacing and looked deeply into Lindy's eyes, "That's because you don't know what it means to be in love. Let me tell you the story of how my late husband and I met. That might give you at least some idea of why you feel this way."

Helen sat back down on the edge of the bed and took Lindy's hand.

"When I first met my husband, Paul," Helen continued, "I didn't really like him much. He worked in construction and one day, as I was passing his construction site, he tripped over a steel pipe which caused him to causing him to fall into me and nearly knock me over. He was dirty and smelled awful, but he did everything he could to avoid getting me filthy while being obviously embarrassed and apologizing profusely. He told me his name was Paul, and jokingly said that this was his favorite way of introducing himself to people. During the entire exchange though, he never took his eyes off me. There was something about him though, something that made me giggle at his joke and smile all the way home."

By this point, Lindy had a gentle smile on her face and was eager to hear more. "What happened then?" She asked.

"Well, over the next two weeks, every time I passed that spot, he was waiting there to hand me a flower and would apologize again for the accident. It also appeared as if he'd purposefully cleaned himself up just before coming to wait for me. The flowers were always carnations, but they changed color over time. At first, he gave me purple ones. Then, he started giving me light red ones. By the end of the two weeks, he was giving me dark red ones. The last one I got was a rose. That was the day he asked me out for coffee."

"Why is this the first time I'm hearing this?" Lindy asked softly.

"I didn't think you would have understood the meaning of it before. Your feelings for Clara run deep and I think the story will make sense to you now," Helen replied.

"Well, I am definitely interested, so please go on." Lindy said with a smile.

"Paul was a romantic and it took two weeks of receiving flowers before he got the courage to give me the red rose and ask me out on a date. By that point, he'd grown on me and I actually stopped taking any other route home. I looked forward to seeing him when I passed by the construction site. Anyway, after we started dating, I realized what a kind, gentle, and caring man he was. Three weeks later he said he loved me for the first time, and I could not have been a happier woman. But you know what the funny thing about all this was?"

"There is something funny in this?" Lindy asked quizzically.

"I realized I'd fallen in love with him when he gave me the rose."

"How did you know you were in love?"

Helen's face took on a soft expression as she recalled the treasured memories.

"I knew I was in love when I realized my world started revolving around him. I looked forward to walking home and seeing him with that flower in his hand. I thought about him during the day and didn't know why. I realized I was sad on the days I didn't get to see him. Something down deep drew me to him and I didn't want a day to go by without seeing his face. I wanted to be sure he felt the same, so when he said he loved me, I knew it wasn't all a big mistake on my part. I was in love with Paul and I would be with him forever."

Lindy sat back for a moment and digested the story. The wheels in her mind spun as she began connecting the dots. Helen could see the illumination forming in Lindy's mind as her eyes widened. Helen held Lindy's hands as the revelation solidified and tears filled Lindy's eyes.

She was finally putting it together. Her insatiable desire to spend time with Clara, the absolute trust they had built, the sense of wellbeing she had whenever they were together, and the sadness she felt when Clara had to be away for her job as a photographer. Lindy wanted nothing more in life than to make Clara happy.

Then, the image of Helen and Clara's intimate act last weekend rushed back into her mind's eye, bringing with it all the pain she'd been trying to sort out. She put a hand to her breast as she began to make sense of the anger and sadness. The pain of jealousy and sense of betrayal crashed upon her like a tsunami, yet the truth of it was lifting the cloud that had kept her in the dark.

It wasn't long before Lindy was sobbing; tears rolling down her reddened cheeks. Helen could not contain her own grief and also cried as she watched Lindy evolve into more mature version of herself; a woman of deep emotion...a woman in love.

After several minutes, Lindy's had stopped crying and was just breathing deeply while staring at her hands. Slowly, her face lifted and she once again held Helen's gaze.

Helen recognized the loss of innocence in Lindy's expression and saw wisdom reflected in her eyes. Her knitted brow had relaxed, and she spoke with a new sense of purpose and clarity that she had never demonstrated before now.

"I'm...in love with Clara. And I think I have been for a while," Lindy said calmly, making it clear she had gained a new perspective on her feelings toward both Clara and Helen.

Helen, with a renewed sense of guilt, again burst into tears, pulled Lindy close, and hugged her tight. Lindy returned the hug and pulled back, realizing an important question needed to be answered.

"Clara...does she..." Lindy started to ask, but was cut off by Helen.

"Yes, My Love," Helen said, regaining her composure, "Clara has been in love with you from almost the first day she laid eyes on you."

"Why didn't you say something?" Lindy inquired, rising from the bed to stand before Helen.

"Honey, you've suffered your whole life with a handicap that cripples social and emotional development to various degrees. You were blessed to not have been as severely affected as other children, but because I home schooled you, many of the opportunities to develop social skills and have normal emotional experiences were kept from you. Emotional maturity isn't something I could just give you; it is something you needed to develop on your own. I did my best to teach you, but love is the hardest concept for someone to teach. It is something you needed to discover for yourself. The way you love me is only one kind of love. There are many ways to love someone and only you can decide of you are 'in love'. Had I told you of Clara's feelings, you may not have known what to do and it could have spoiled the friendship."

Lindy was still struggling to master the new emotional revelations and though she'd dried the tears from her face, more were threatening to fall from her still watery eyes.

Lindy knelt before Helen, taking both of her hands, "At least I understand why you were feeling so guilty and you need to know that I don't hold it against you. We both love Clara and I can see how the heat of the moment can make things happen. Things like that have happened to Clara and I often over the last year, but I didn't realize it was love that was causing the sudden and irresistible urges to be...well, naughty. I just thought it was because we would both get suddenly horny and need to deal with it."

Helen petted Lindy's cheek, and tucked the flowing copper locks of hair behind her ear making Lindy look even younger than she already did.

"In your own way, Sweetheart, you and Clara were making love."

"But Clara has never...we never..." Lindy stammered, not knowing how to express her thought.

"Never had intercourse?" Helen finished Lindy's sentence.

"Yes...exactly! I'm still a virgin and hardly a 'real' woman."

Helen's face instantly took on a serious expression, "Lindy, just because you've never been penetrated with a live penis, doesn't mean you're not a real woman! You know how your own body works, you are comfortable in your own skin, you know what you want, and you know who you want to share yourself with. Those are some of the most critical points of your sexuality and personal identity. That is what truly makes you a woman, not having intercourse."

Lindy rose and once again sat beside Helen on the bed.

"I like sharing myself with you and Clara, but you're right; I feel something different with Clara. It is something far more potent and fulfilling."

Helen smiled, "What we have done together has been very special, My Love. But to be honest, it was something that I knew wouldn't last forever and it gave you a way to learn and express your sexuality in a way that didn't make you uncomfortable. Because I'm not your birth mother, there is technically nothing wrong with it, but I am your 'Mom' and I need to be mindful of how far I go with you. For example, I should have never put you in the position I did last weekend. I knew that you and Clara had deep feelings for each other and I let lust get in the way of my better judgement. Because of that, I brought down upon you the burden of feeling cheated on, especially because it was me that asked Clara to cheat."

"Please, Momma, "Lindy pleaded, "I don't blame you for what happened and had I known what my feelings were, I would have spoken up. I was just as horny that night and wanted to see Clara fill you up and make you happy. I've never seen you that satisfied before and frankly, it turned me on seeing you like that. The fact that Clara was able to make you feel that way just added to my own satisfaction when I came. And trust me, I came hard that night."

Helen blushed mildly as Lindy spoke about herself in that way, but was resolved to be mature about the situation.

"Well, just know that it won't happen again, "Helen said emphatically, "Clara is your special someone and as such, her special 'charms' are yours to explore and enjoy."

Lindy was clearly confused and replied, "You mean we can't...play together anymore?!"

Helen smiled, "That depends on you and Clara once you've had a chance to talk about your own relationship. I am the third wheel here and I'm your mother. I have no right to want anything more than your happiness. What you offer to me from this point on is based on what you and Clara are comfortable with."

Helen got up and sat back in her desk chair, "Now young lady, if memory serves, Clara will be returning this evening and I believe you and she have a lot to discuss! I think this might be a good night for a sleep over, don't you?"

Helen winked at Lindy and turned back to the work on her desk. The weight on Lindy's heart was lifted and she once again looked toward the future...a future with Clara.

Chapter 2: Afternoon Delights

Clara pulled onto the cul-de-sac, where her house was located. Next door was the home of Lindy and Helen, her two best friends. Upon pulling into her driveway, Clara caught sight of Lindy waving to her from just inside Lindy's front door. Clara automatically smiled and waved back, then parked her camper truck in her driveway.

Clara always enjoyed coming back from extended photography jobs since she was never really able to get any alone time in while working, and she was generally exhausted from the day. Today, all she had to do was drive home, so she wasn't particularly tired and eager to see Lindy.

As Clara got out of her truck and gathered her things, she could see Lindy walking over to her with a very healthy spring in her step. This was not typical for Lindy, which made Clara do a double take. Upon second glance, Clara noticed several unusual things. The first was that Lindy was holding a rose from Helen's garden. The second was the intense stare Lindy was giving her. The third was the smile Lindy wore. It was different and one that she'd only seen when Lindy was eager to get something she desperately wanted.

That smile, combined with Lindy's burning gaze, made Clara's girl cock twitch in her jeans.

"Hi Honey, I'm home!" Clara called out to Lindy who had changed course and made her way to Clara's front door.

"Welcome home, Darling!" She called back to Clara while unlocking the door with her own key, "Why don't you 'come inside' and take a 'load' off on the couch! I'll be there shortly with something to drink and we can talk."

The emphasis Lindy had placed on 'come inside' and 'load' both intrigued and worried Clara, based on the events of the previous weekend. Had Lindy been her usual self, Clara would have gotten horny on the spot, but Clara could sense something was different. Something had changed.

"Everything okay with you, Sweets?" Clara called out as she entered the house and close the front door.

"I'm right as rain, Sugarplum!" Lindy answered back in a sing-song voice and made Clara's eyebrows rise.

Not only had Lindy never used so many pet names before, she was never this dramatically chipper. This made Clara more curious than aroused, but she did as Lindy suggested and put her gear down in the entryway and relaxed herself on the middle of the couch.

Lindy entered the room carrying two glasses of cherry flavored Italian soda. Clara had expected wine, but Lindy didn't like alcohol, so she was not totally surprised to see the juice flavored sparkling waters. Lindy handed one to Clara and perched herself on the couch to the right of Clara.

Clara took a sip and looked at Lindy who was still sporting that excited smile and intense stare.

"Ok, Love, what is up with you?" Clara said, breaking the silence, "Are you expecting a present or something? Oh God, did I forget something?!"

"No silly, I have something I need to get off my chest." Lindy replied, still sounding entirely too chipper.

"Well, if it's your bra, I'd be happy to help you with that," Clara grinned.

"Oh, that'll definitely be happening later, but I need to be serious for just a moment."

"Oh?" Clara said, and took a big sip of her soda.

Lindy's expression softened slightly as she announced in a soft, comforting tone, "Clara, I'm in love with you."

The mouthful of soda Clara was about to swallow instantly sprayed from her lips, wetting the coffee table before her. Lindy's initial reaction of shock was soon replaced with joy as Clara put down her drink and her face lit up light like a spotlight.

"Oh my God!" Clara squeaked, "Are you completely sure? How do you know? When did you know?! Oh my God, I need to kiss you...can I kiss you?!"

Lindy got up, put down her drink, and in a single move, straddled Clara on the couch. Without warning, Lindy took Clara's face in her hands and kissed her hard on the lips. As Lindy had never kissed anyone romantically before, she was doing her best to replicate what she'd seen on TV; Clara responded by taking Lindy's hands and breaking the kiss, but only to make a statement.

"First, I need to teach you how to French kiss, and second, you better not be fooling with me." Clara said, smiling but still curious as to what had come over Lindy.

For the next hour, Lindy and Clara sat side by side and talked about the previous weekend, how that had made her feel, and the conversation she'd had with Helen. She explained how it was Helen that made her realize that not only was she in love with Clara, but that she had been in love for a while.

Upon hearing this, Clara felt like her heart was going to explode with joy. Clara had been in love with Lindy from the first weekend they'd spent together but knew that Lindy needed to mature emotionally before she could handle that kind of revelation. Sexually, Lindy was a dynamo and the sexual energy between the two of them was more than electric. She hoped that Lindy felt it too, but was willing to be patient and proceed how Lindy directed. Normally, that meant masturbating together while watching horny videos on either Lindy or Clara's TV.