Pages from a Diary – Chapter 17

  • Posted on January 27, 2019 at 2:44 pm

by Rachael Yukey

November 6, 2006

I didn’t finish everything I wanted to write about last night… it just got so late, and I needed to get some sleep. I never guessed when I got started that these diary entries would be so long! It turns out this was something I needed. And something else, too. I’m starting to notice that writing about real stuff is improving my writing a lot faster than my A.L. creative writing class was by itself. But anyway…

When we got back to Julie’s house yesterday, Jason called my mom and said I was ready to be picked up.

“Your mom says she’s a little rushed,” he said after he hung up, “so she’s not coming in. She wants you to just be ready to go when she pulls up out front. She’s coming right over.”

I sighed and put my coat back on.

“Rats,” Julie was saying. “I wanted to show you the PA system Dad and I set up in the garage yesterday. It’s so cool, Mallory! I’m gonna mix sound for that student concert Dad’s putting on with Mr. Larson in the spring. Oh, yeah… I told you about that didn’t, I?”

I smiled a little. I was still sad about having to go home so quickly, but when Julie gets excited about something it’s impossible to be grouchy in her presence. She looked like she was going to launch right through the ceiling at any second.

“Twice,” I said with a giggle, “and I already knew the first time, cus I heard him ask if you wanted to do it.”

Julie blushed and giggled. “Oops!” she said.

I smiled and put my hand on her arm.

“How about a quick peek now,” I said, “and you can show me for real later.”

Julie squealed, and tugged on my hand.

Poking my head into the garage, I could see small black speakers set up on stands at the end of the room furthest from the big door. There were larger black boxes on either side on the floor… a different kind of speaker, maybe? There was a wide control panel with a ton of knobs on it set up on a table in the middle of the floor, facing towards the speakers. Julie was talking at a great rate.

“Those speakers up high, those are the mains,” she was saying. “Just little ones… Dad calls it a PA on a stick. The bigger ones on the floor are subwoofers; they’re for the notes that go thump! And over there…” she was pointing to the control panel… “is the front-of-house mixing console. That’s where I’ll be! It’s gonna be so cool, Mal…”

Then Jason was there, drawing us back into the house. He was smiling.

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” he was saying. “She’ll get the grand tour soon enough. No time for it now. Say, Mal… want to play keys for one of the groups? With your ear, it won’t be hard… you’ll be amazed how easy most popular music is to play. We’re starting rehearsals in January if you’re interested.”

“It sounds fun,” I said, “but I’ll have to see if my parents will let me. It’s weird… they worry more about what music I hear than what shows I watch.”

“There’s a reason for that,” said Jason, “and they probably don’t even realize it themselves. It’s so ingrained in traditional Christian upbringing that the response is just automatic. But think about it: what was Lucifer’s job before God gave him the boot?”

I had to think about it for a second. Then it came to me.

“Wasn’t he in charge of the angels that sang… oh, wait. I get it!”

Jason was grinning. “Actually, the Bible never says that directly… just gives hints that he was involved with music. But ever since the early Catholic period, that sort of inference has been drawn. So, the assumption is that Satan was a musician, and in the Bible stories you probably heard in Sunday school when you were younger it’s been framed as absolute truth. And it follows from there that music is going to be his favorite medium for getting inside your head and stealing your soul.”

“So wait… it never actually says that?” I was surprised.

“Nope,” said Jason, as I watched Mom’s Explorer pull up out front. “And here’s another fun one for you. Re-read Genesis and tell me where it actually says that the snake Adam and Eve shot the bull with was Satan in disguise.”

Mom honked her horn. My head in a whirl, I hugged Julie and kissed her cheek. For a crazy moment I almost planted that kiss on her mouth, but I caught myself in time. I hate having to hide! Jason is a great guy, but Lisa and Megan are the only people we can really be us around. I hugged Jason, and grudgingly stepped outside.

When I got into the Explorer, I could see why Mom hadn’t wanted to come in… she looked awful. Her face looked pinched and pale, and her eyes were red. I was pretty sure she had been crying. As she pulled away from the curb, I fought a quick war with myself… Is it better to pretend I don’t see it, or do I say something? She looked so sad I couldn’t let it go.

“Mom,” I said carefully, “are you all right?”

“Oh, sure, honey, why do you…” her words seemed to freeze in her mouth.

“No,” she said, so softly I had to strain to hear it, “I’m not doing that anymore.” She glanced over at me, then back at the road.

“I had a talk with your dad,” she said, still speaking softly, “and it didn’t go so well.”

“Did you fight again?” My heart sank. Nothing was ever going to change.

“Not like before,” she said. “I explained to him that I have needs that aren’t being met. I told him some ways that we could solve that problem. And he was very calm about… he just sat down on the couch and read scripture to me. All the parts that lay out the biblical duties of a wife and mother.”

She sighed.

“He’s right, Mallory, I know he is… we’re Christians, and the Bible really does say all those things. And so… all the conversation did was make me feel like… like…” her chin was trembling.

“Like shit?” I offered.

“Mallory!” she looked shocked.

“I thought we were being honest with each other now. That’s what you feel like… right?”

We were less than a mile from home, but suddenly Mom jerked the wheel. Gravel crunched under the tires as she pulled off into a field approach. She put the Explorer in park, laid her head on the wheel, and sobbed.

“I feel like shit all the time,” tears were absolutely streaming down her cheeks. “Listening to the pastor going on about biblical commandments makes me feel like shit. The other women at church talking about their perfect little lives makes me feel like shit. Your dad telling me what a Christian woman’s wifely duties are and reading it to me right out of the f… f… the fucking Bible REALLY makes me feel like shit!”

Her voice had risen; she was almost yelling now. Her fist began to beat on the dashboard. Her next words came out short and clipped.

“I’m. Tired. Of. Feeling. Like. SHIT!”

Then she was just crying loudly, her body racked with sobs.

I wasn’t sure what to do… I’ve seen Mom cry before, but the intensity of this caught me completely off guard. I couldn’t believe I’d just heard her cursing the Bible… is my mom losing her faith? I know what that’s like… the confusion and the fear. I’m still learning how to cope with it. I’d always kind of thought that stuff would be easier for an adult, though. It’s depressing to think that maybe it’s not. Another question for Jason or Lisa, maybe?

It’s impossible to really hug somebody in the front of a vehicle with two bucket seats unless that person leans towards you, and Mom was bent straight forward with her head on the wheel. I settled for leaning over a little and awkwardly putting my hand on her shoulder. I cast around desperately for something useful to say but wasn’t coming up with anything. After a little while her sobs started to taper off a little bit.

“What did you tell Dad you wanted to do?” I asked.

Mom sniffled and sat up. She wiped her face with both hands… didn’t help much. She laid her head back against the seat.

“I…” she struggled to find her voice. “I was thinking about getting a part-time job,” she said. “I’m not qualified for anything so it wouldn’t be a very good one, but we could start putting some money away again. And then…” her voice caught again. She drew in a steadying breath.

“There’s a program,” she said at last. “Lutheran Social Services has a program for women in rural communities… It’s really designed for uneducated farm wives. People like me. It’s to send us to school without having to move away from home. These days lots of colleges are setting things up so you can take classes over the internet, and LSS will work with you to find the right online course for what you want to study. And they have a grant program to help you pay for it… plus they think I’ll probably qualify for the usual financial aid.”

“They think… you mean you’ve already talked to them?”

Mom rolled her eyes and sighed. She put the Explorer in reverse, looked over her shoulder, and backed out onto the gravel road.

“I didn’t mean for you to know about that,” she said as we pulled away. “I keep forgetting how smart you are… stuff like that doesn’t get by you, I guess. I haven’t told your dad that I called them. But I have an appointment to go talk to them tomorrow at the New York Mills office.”

“Are you actually going to do it? Go back to school, I mean?”

We crested the hill that comes right before our driveway; we’d been almost home when we stopped.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I have to decide what I would want to take, for one thing. It’s gotta be something that I could get a job in locally… I figure I could commute to Perham or Wadena, maybe to Fergus or Alex if the pay was good. But that would just about be the limit.”

She turned into the driveway, and pulled into her usual parking spot in front of the house.

She put the Explorer in park.

“And… there’s other things,” she was saying. “Your dad doesn’t want me to, and the Word says wives are supposed to submit to their husbands. Not to mention I need to have enough time to be your mom, which I haven’t done the greatest job of lately as it is. So, I don’t know.”

She opened her door and got out. I followed her into the house. Dad was nowhere to be seen, and I figured he must be out in his shop. Mom went straight to the kitchen and looked inside of the crockpot, then plopped into a chair. I sat down more slowly.

“I think you should do it,” I said.

“You mean… go to school?”

“Yeah. I mean… nothing is going to get better if things don’t change, right? You know what I think, Mom? I think everybody has to live for themselves a little bit. If you don’t have what you need, how can you have anything to give to anyone else?”

Mom just stared at me. I swear, it was almost two minutes before anyone said anything. Finally, she got her mouth in gear.

“Wow,” she said at last. “That’s an observation I’d never have been able to make at your age.”

She sighed.

“What about the Word?” she said. “Your dad doesn’t want it to happen, and the Bible makes him the head of this family.”

I thought about that one for a moment… how far did I dare go?

“I don’t know,” I said at last. “Except that I’m not sure I believe in all the same things you do, Mom.”

There… I’d said it. There was another long silence. Finally, she rose from the chair and began taking dinner plates out of the cupboard.

“You’d better run out to the shop and tell your dad that dinner’s ready,” she said.

November 11, 2006

Jason is on tour. He’ll be gone for a little over two weeks. Yesterday was Friday, and Julie took the day off of school so she could ride down to Minneapolis with Lisa and drop him off at the airport. I hated not having her there at school… Especially since I haven’t seen her anyplace else since Sunday… but something really cool happened to make up for it. Cindy Moen and Emma Fronning came over and sat with me at lunch, and then we hung out on the playground along with a couple of other girls. Cindy invited me to her birthday party next weekend. They really aren’t just hanging around me because of Julie! That’s awesome.

I wish I knew what the deal is with Mom. I tried to ask her how her appointment last Monday to see about school went, but she changed the subject.

Dad got the combine into the field Monday and has been going pretty hard, so we really haven’t seen him. He’s got two local guys he hires to help him out when he’s combining corn, and they’ve been roaring in and out with the big grain truck. I know what that means: prices are down, so Dad is storing the corn at home in his big aluminum tanks and waiting for the market to be better. I hope he has room; I think most of last year’s crop is still in there.

One thing that has been nice this week is that I’ve had lots of time to practice piano, and to work on my A.L. art project. But it’s not all rosy; the teacher rejected my concept for the drawings. I showed her the rough sketches on paper and one of the mushrooms I’m planning to transfer them to. I was doing pastoral woodland scenes because I thought they would fit the medium, and the teacher said she loved the basic idea but I should draw something else.

“Woodland scenes?” she said. “It’s a cliché, and it’s not you, Mallory. Find something that fits the medium AND fits your personality.”

Yeah… okay. Great. Back to square one.

Julie asked me on Thursday if I could come over Friday after school and have a girl’s night with her and Lisa since Jason was going to be gone. Mom gave me permission, so yesterday after school I crossed the street to the parking lot instead of getting on the bus. As promised, Julie and Lisa were waiting for me in Lisa’s Honda.

Lisa was her usual self but Julie seemed a little… subdued. When we got to her house, she took me out to the garage and showed me around the PA system she was learning to run. She turned it on and played some music through it.

“But that’s easy,” she said. “What’s going to be hard is having a bunch of live instruments and voices feeding in all at once and having to make them all sound good together. Dad gave me a couple of books to read while he’s gone, and we’ll really get to work when he gets back.”

Lisa was in the kitchen when we came back in. She was checking a roast she’d left in the oven.

“Dinner in about an hour,” she said. “Anything you ladies want to do in the meantime?” Julie just shrugged and looked at her feet. What the hell?

Julie and I took Benjie for a walk, and when we got back in, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“What’s eating you?” I demanded as we took off our coats.

“Huh?” said Julie.

“You seem kind of sad, and maybe if I know why I can help.”

“I’m fine,” Julie said shortly.

“No, you’re not.” Lisa’s voice. Our heads craned around, and she was walking towards us across the room. She must have been in the kitchen again.

“You’ve been mopey since we dropped your dad at the airport,” she went on. “Wanna talk about it?”

Julie hung her coat up, brushed past Lisa, and plopped down on the couch.

“It’s stupid,” she said.

I sat down next to her and put a hand on her arm.

“Tell us anyway,” I said softly.

Julie sighed.

“He won’t admit it, but he misses the road,” she said finally. “He gave it up to take care of me. But what happens when he’s out there for a couple weeks and remembers how much he loves it? What then?”

I put my arm around her. Lisa knelt in front of her and took her hand.

“And then he comes home,” she said. “He’s talked to me about this, you know. You’re right: he loves playing, and he misses being out there with a show to play every night. But he loves you more. Look how hard he’s worked to settle in here and build a place for both of you in the community. There’s stuff you don’t even know about… stuff that comes across my desk because I’m city clerk and treasurer. This is his home now, and as soon as he’s done playing these shows he’ll be right back here, teaching in the back room of the Salvation Army and taking ambulance calls. He’ll probably do this kind of thing again… you know, a few weeks out filling in for someone… but it won’t be a full-time thing.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. You’ll see. I’ll tell you something he said to me the other night. He said he’s lived his childhood dream, and done things only a handful of people ever get to experience. He said if it’s all over and what he has left is the memories, he can’t ask for much more. And if he gets a little taste of it once in awhile… like he’s doing now… it’s icing on the cake. I think he’s at peace with where he’s at in life. Not many people can say that… you know?”

Julie got a lot more cheerful after that. I talked her into doing the weekend homework assignment with me while we waited for the roast to cook. Julie puts it off till the last minute a lot of times, but I like to get it all done early so I don’t have to think about it anymore. We ate in the living room so we could have a movie with our dinner. Lisa sat at one end of the sofa and Julie on the other, leaving me in the middle.

I finished my food first, and by that time I was already having a hard time keeping my mind on the movie. It was turning to other things… I had Julie and Lisa to myself for the whole evening and all of the next day! No way were we just going to watch movies and do crafts or talk or whatever… I had a few other things in mind. I tried to push the thoughts aside for the moment, but no use. I realized I was getting wet.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really just a couple more minutes, Julie ate her last bite, pushed her plate in towards the center of the coffee table, and leaned back. My right hand slid across her thigh, caressing her through her jeans. She shifted over a little until she was pressed against me and slipped an arm around my shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Lisa looking at us sidelong with a sleepy little smile.

By the time Lisa finished eating, my fingertips were sliding slowly up and down the length of Julie’s inner thigh, and her legs were spread wide. Her fingers were winding and twisting through my hair. Lisa had slid over a little while she ate the last of her food so that her leg was touching mine, and my left-hand fingers were idly playing with the fabric of her skirt. After she set her plate down, I let my hand move upwards, sliding in under the edge of her blouse. My fingers drifted across the smooth, warm skin of her belly. Her hand found its way to my leg.

By the time the movie was over I was on Lisa’s lap, with Julie pressed in close to us. Our hands were all over each other, and all of us were breathing heavily. Lisa slipped an arm around my belly to keep me from falling, leaned forward, and got ahold of the remote. As the TV went dark, I turned my head towards Julie and captured her mouth with mine. She met me with fire and enthusiasm, our tongues twisting and dancing together. Lisa leaned in and peppered the sides of our faces with little kisses, her arms encircling us both. I broke off the kiss with Julie and turned my head just a little… and then my tongue was in Lisa’s mouth. Julie began kissing my neck.

Lisa broke off the kiss with me and pushed my hair back; it had fallen into my eyes.

“My room?” she said.

I slid off of her lap, took her hand in one of mine and Julie’s in the other, and pulled. They both rose from the couch, and followed me as I turned and almost ran for the stairs.

I didn’t want to wait… I’d spent the first half of the movie getting all worked up thinking about the things I wanted to do when it was over, and the other half being fondled and teased by Lisa and Julie. I needed someone to take care of me, and right then!

I pulled my shirt over my head as I climbed the stairs, dropping it on the floor when I reached the top. I had my jeans undone by the time I stepped into Lisa’s bedroom, and I shoved them to the floor along with my sodden panties. To hell with the socks, I decided. I stepped out of the jeans, turned around, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Julie was right behind me, already taking off her own clothes, and Lisa was walking through the door unbuttoning her blouse. I lay back on the bed, my feet dangling.

The corners of Lisa’s mouth quirked up.

“Anyone in a hurry?” she said… but for all her amusement, her voice was strained and shaky.

Letting her blouse drop to the floor, she knelt on the floor in front of me and leaned in. Her nails traced the insides of my thighs, and I moaned with delicious longing as she kissed my belly.

Julie came in behind her and unhooked her bra, then got onto the bed and knelt over the top of me.

We kissed again as Lisa’s fingers found my swollen pussy lips, caressing and teasing. She split them open slowly and gently, her eyes riveted. She ran her fingers along the insides of my lips, and I could feel the gooey moisture she was spreading. I moaned. My hips were rising and falling.

“So beautiful,” Lisa said in a shuddering, breathy voice.

“Eat it now, and I’ll let you look at it all you want later,” I gasped.

All three of us cracked up a little.

Lisa leaned in and first ran her tongue across one of my labia, then the other. Her finger teased my entrance.

I shoved my hips upwards at her, hard.

She let her tongue slip between the folds, and my whole body went rigid at the intense wave that coursed through me as it brushed across my clit. Her tongue began to move in slow little circles. The sensations were amazing, and so was the feeling of triumph… Lisa was eating my pussy! I’d been dreaming of it ever since I borrowed her sexy lesbian novel.

“Finger-fuck me, too,” I said. It came out almost as a whisper.

If she was surprised at the request, she didn’t show it. She eased a finger slowly inside. It was easier this time; the same feeling of fullness as before, but without the discomfort. She began to move it in and out slowly, and the sensations from that alone made me shudder and gasp. When her tongue went back to work, I was in heaven.

Julie was bent over me, gloriously naked, kissing my chest and licking my nipples.

I tugged on her arm until she slid upward a little, and kissed her fiercely. I reached down between her legs and began rubbing her pussy lips, applying as much pressure as I could. Moisture oozed out of her slit, coating the tips of my fingers.

Julie began moving her hips rhythmically against my hand.

A few seconds later I felt my orgasm coming, and a particularly strong wave made me throw my head back and cry out, tearing our lips apart. Julie lay her head on my chest and squeezed me tightly, her breath harsh and ragged and punctuated with little gasps.

I squeezed her back with the arm that I wasn’t using to rub her pussy, pressing her hard against me as I came, crying out and pumping my hips hard against Lisa’s face.

I kind of went mostly limp for a few moments after, but I did manage to keep my hand moving. Julie was on her knees and bent double, her face pressed against my chest and her ass in the air. Her gasps were turning to moans.

Lisa got up off the floor, slid onto the bed, and got behind her. She began caressing Julie’s naked ass with both hands. I slid a finger in between my best friend’s smooth, silky, and oh so slippery wet pussy lips. She moaned a little as I brushed across her clit, and then gasped as I hooked my middle finger and slid it into her pussy.

With my finger in up to the second knuckle and my palm pressed hard against her I began to move rhythmically and fast.

Julie was moaning with almost every breath now, and Lisa was bent over her raining kisses and love bites all over her ass. Julie began thrusting her hips back and forth so hard that I stopped moving my hand and simply applied pressure; she was doing all the work! Her moans became cries that rose in intensity.

“Oh, God,” she cried suddenly. Then she was screaming over and over, pumping hard against my hand as her pussy muscles squeezed my finger in rhythmic pulses. Suddenly she reached down and tore my hand away, let her legs splay out behind her, and lay collapsed and panting across my chest.

I put my arms around her, while Lisa embraced her from behind. Lisa was breathing really hard. After a few more seconds I squirmed out from under Julie and came around behind Lisa. I showered her back with kisses and little bites, while one hand caressed her ass through her skirt. Her breath became increasingly ragged, and her hips were rocking back and forth slightly. I tugged on her arm, and she rolled over onto her back.

I lay on top of her and pressed my lips to hers. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and we shared a long, luxurious kiss. Then I moved downward, blazing kisses across her neck, and then down some more, fondling her luscious tits with both hands as my mouth closed over one nipple and then the other, sucking and licking greedily.

Julie came around me, lay on her stomach, and slid her tongue across the nape of Lisa’s neck.

Finally, I left Lisa’s tits behind and kissed my way downwards. When I got to her skirt, I undid the button on the side and tugged. Lisa lifted her butt up, and I took off the skirt and panties together. Then I kissed my way slowly up her legs, from her ankles all the way up. I kept trading between legs, kissing and licking as I went.

I didn’t make it all the way. By the time I got just above her knees, she was moaning and thrusting her hips.

Julie had a nipple in her mouth, and was squeezing the other between her thumb and index finger.

Lisa’s hands slipped under my arms and pulled me up until my face was right over the top of her pussy.

“Please,” she gasped, “no more teasing!”

I buried my face in her, breathing in deeply through my nose and taking in her glorious scent. As my tongue went to work, I slid two fingers of my right hand inside of her. Her breath hitched and tore. Rolling my eyes upwards I saw her pull Julie into a passionate kiss. Then she broke the kiss, holding Julie to her tightly and pressing their cheeks together and she began to moan out loud. Then she was coming, pressing her ass down into the mattress as she cried out and pussy juice soaked my hand.

We all lay together in a pile for a little bit after that. Julie and I were on either side of Lisa with our heads on her chest, and she had an arm around each of us. After a bit I slid over just a little and kissed Julie’s soft, beautiful lips. She kissed me back, and our tongues met. As we kissed slowly and tenderly, Lisa put a hand on each of our heads and wove her fingers into our hair.

“So what exactly is the deal with you two?” Lisa said after Julie and I broke the kiss.

“Huh?” I said.

“Well, I mean… are you still thinking of each other just as friends with something a little extra, or is it more than that? Or have you maybe just not talked about it yet? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.”

I looked at Julie. She shrugged and nodded.

“We did talk about it a little,” I said slowly, “right after that first time at Megan’s house. I don’t know if we know what to call it, but there is more. Something special. And we promised not to do… you know… this… with anyone else unless we were both there.”

Lisa giggled.

“So that’s why you didn’t take me up on those hints when your dad was on that call the other day,” she said to Julie.

“Yeah,” said Julie. “We promised we’d save it for when we’re together.”

“God, that’s sweet,” said Lisa. “And I totally respect that. I won’t try it again.”

“Lisa,” I said, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course, honey.”

“That first time I was over here, I felt like… I don’t know. Like there was something different about the way you looked at me, and the way you touched me. I didn’t know what to think of it at the time. Was it… I mean, were you thinking…”

I ran out of words. I was starting to wish I’d kept my mouth shut. Lisa looked distressed.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to creep you out, or…”

“You didn’t,” I broke in. “It’s okay. I’m just asking if this was on your mind already.”

Lisa put a hand over her eyes.

“Yes and no,” she said. “Look… I’ve known since I was a freshman in high school that I liked girls that were… well… a little younger than me. Okay, a lot younger. I like my men older, but with girls it was the opposite. I mean, I like grown women too… but there’s a certain way that girls get me excited like nothing else does. And I got involved with a girl just a couple of years older than you two when I was sixteen.

“It was good, and when her parents moved, we parted as friends. I still hear from her once in awhile. I haven’t been with a girl so young since… but I have fantasies, you know. And…”

“Wait,” Julie broke in. “Megan was saying there were rumors about you and another girl when you were in high school. Was that…?”

“Oh, God no,” said Lisa with a laugh. “I had a girlfriend my own age. We didn’t exactly get caught… but we were found under, shall we say, suspiciouscircumstances. Enough to get people wondering about us. But we were more careful after that, I was openly dating some guys, and it tapered off. I guess the rumors didn’t completely die, though, if Megan’s hearing about it still.”

She sighed a heavy sigh.

“Anyway… yeah. When you came to the house, I could see a dynamic between you and Julie even then. You probably didn’t even notice it yourselves. But it got me seeing you both in a way that I haven’t let myself think about girls your age in years. I just couldn’t help it… and I guess I couldn’t help but make it obvious.”

She was looking upset again, so I kissed her cheek and squeezed her.

“I’m glad you did,” I said. “Maybe if you hadn’t, we wouldn’t all be here right now.”

Her face smoothed, and she smiled.

“I think you two would have found your way, though,” she said. “and of course, there’s Megan. You girls HAVE to tell me what goes on over there one of these days!”

“Why don’t we bring her over here and showyou?” I blurted.

Lisa went very still.

“Ummm… you girls do understand that anyone else finding out about this is a terrible idea, right?”

“She knows,” I said. “we didn’t tell her… she figured it out. She doesn’t know any details, but she knows something has been happening with you. And she’s cool with it… actually I think she’s a little jealous of us. She thinks you’re hot.”

Lisa stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then smiled.

“Well, I am pretty sexy,” she said with a giggle.

Fucking sexy,” I clarified. We all laughed. I picked up the phone book on the nightstand next to the bed, and thumbed through it until I found Megan’s number.

“Uh… Mal? What are you doing?” Julie wanted to know. I put my finger to her lips. I picked up the phone next to the bed and dialed the number. Megan’s mom answered.

“Frost residence.”

“Hi, Mrs. Frost,” I said. “It’s Mallory Kalvornek. Is Megan there?”

“One moment,” she said. I heard a clunk as the phone was set down, then another a minute later as it was picked up.


“Hi, Megan,” I said. “I’m going to be hanging out with Julie and Lisa at their house tomorrow… Jason is out of town. We were wondering if you wanted to come and… you know… help Julie and I out with some A.L. stuff for awhile.”

“Whoa… uh… okay. Yeah! I think I can make that work. What time?”

Lisa was tapping my arm.

“Tell her to come for lunch,” she said. “Say, 11:30 or so.”

“I heard that,” said Megan. “I’ll be there!”

We said goodbye and hung up. Lisa was smiling.

“It’s still early,” she said. “Let’s watch another movie up here, in bed! Who wants popcorn?”


27 Comments on Pages from a Diary – Chapter 17

  1. Aussierules says:

    This just gets more and more enjoyable – thank you for another hot chapter, Rachael! I don’t know what to say other than what’s already been said many times before – such a great story and I hope the chapters will come out more frequently!!

    • David says:

      I’ll second that motion Aussierules, more often would be good. Btw Rachael it’s been a while since this chapter was published. Please don’t leave us hangin’

      • Lekeisha says:

        I adore this beautiful story, with it’s sultry passages intertwined with daily life in a small rural evangelical community. There are many real life experiences laced throughout the chapters of (Pages from a Diary) that takes me on a wild and wonderfully believable fantasy ride as I read each chapter of your story Rachael Yukey!

        Pages from a Diary is a graceful rollercoaster ride, depicting the power of love over all other human emotions, including those of religious fanaticism.

        I’ve enjoyed each and every chapter. I’m looking forward to reading more installments of Pages from a Diary.

        Beautifully written Rachael!

  2. Barb says:

    This story is awesome.

  3. Euphorsyne,Thalia & Aglia says:

    Great chapter, Rachel!
    the beginning part was so good!..lots of emotions to to try to sift through, and so many family! your writing is so much like what one would find in a good dramatic movie…great dialogue!
    And then the sex!..OMG! Lisa, Julie & Mal are so awesome! their fiery, beautiful lust is
    just…just…just so! …and next Megan will arrive and then….

    Amazing story so far, Rachel!

  4. sue says:

    … I had Julie and Lisa to myself for the whole evening and all of the next day! No way were we just going to watch movies and do crafts or talk or whatever… I had a few other things in mind. I tried to push the thoughts aside for the moment, but no use. I realized I was getting wet.

    And we realized we were too. So much story in this one I admit it took two readings. That’s not a complaint just a fact. But loved the whole chapter. A Great job!

    Kim and Sue

  5. zayne says:

    I’m still waiting for the time where Mal and Julie get Mal’s mom in on this. That’ll certainly be something to read.

  6. Aussierules says:

    I hope Chapter 18 is in its way soon! It’s been a longer stretch than usual, hope all is well with the story and Rachael!

    • Rachael Yukey says:

      I Aussie… I got bogged down with work in real life and had to take a break. Ch. 18 exists in rough draft form but is not yet ready for submission. The good news is I’m pushing two big projects off the edge of my desk today and am hoping to get it done before the week is out.

      • Aussierules says:

        No worries, Rachael! Thank you very much for the update and I’m glad everything is ok with you – except for the pain in the ass of work! I’m just relieved to know that this story continues, too often authors just abandon stories in the middle and you never get any resolution, etc. Please take your time, I’ll still check every day because I’m obsessed and compulsive but that’s me! Take care and thanks again!

  7. Swan says:

    Hope all is well with the author and that she will find some time to return to this excellent story, whenever convenient. I miss getting the updates for this story, one of my favorites.

  8. Jack says:

    I strongly echo Swan’s comment!!

  9. Aussierules says:

    I miss your updates, Rachael! I hope you are doing well and that you will be able to return to this story soon! I know that there are other priorities in life but selfishly, I can’t wait to see you back in action here! Best wishes!

  10. Nathan Riches says:

    Like the rest, hope everything is well and that you will be able to update us soon.

  11. matty says:

    This is such a great story! Thank you very much for imagining the story.

  12. Cybare says:

    any more

  13. Drege says:

    Loving this. More soon please!

  14. admatt says:

    Great story. Ditto all other favorable remarks.

  15. Zoe says:

    I really enjoyed the story and I live the dynamics between the characters. It’s so sad there hasn’t been another update I’d love to know how the story continues.

  16. Dmitri says:

    Will Mal & Julie seduce lil’ Cindy?
    One of the best sexual fantasy. Thank you!

  17. Brianee Sheely says:

    Rachael your story is a sizzler. The Mallory character is awesome. I hope you have more twists and story lines coming our way.

  18. Me116 says:

    Please say not the end, I’ve checked a few times,but no new chapter, great story. Want to see where it goes from here.

  19. JetBoy says:

    Unfortunately, Rachel seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. She hasn’t been in touch, nor has she replied to our emails. I hate to say so, but this may be as far as this story goes. Let’s hope that’s not the case.

  20. cybare says:

    hope you can find her jet or

  21. cybare says:

    any luck finding her jet

  22. Rosey says:

    I hope Rachel will come back to continue this one day. It’s SO hot! So many sexy moments with our little dom, Mallory! It’s enough to make a girl wet!

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