The Secrets of Liberty Mountain

Chapter Two

Our Rav4 reached a ridge crest, which afforded us with a splendid view of a long thin U-shaped valley nestled between two towering mountain ranges an hour later. We could see a building almost lost in the distance at the far end of the vale.

I could see that the structure was considerably larger than it had seemed from the ridge as we approached the cabin. The rustic cabin looked like it was growing out of the side of the mountain upon closer examination. It was as much a log mansion as it was a log cabin. Solar panels covered the south facing steel roof, and a farmer's porch wrapped around three sides of the cabin. The overall appearance was Buck Rogers meets Davy Crockett.

The sun had disappeared behind the snow-capped mountains. Night and the thermometer were both falling fast by the time we rolled to a stop in front of the cabin. A welcoming committee of at least a dozen women had gathered on the porch. They erupted in shouts of joy and hand waves when Darlene emerged from the vehicle. The boisterous welcome turned to silence when I stepped out of the car. It was as if someone had pulled the plug on the PA system.

Darlene stepped around the front bumper and gave me a hug as she whispered "Did I mention that this is a lesbian survival commune?" in my ear.

"You forgot to share that little detail with me. What the fuck are we going to do now?" I whispered back.

Darlene was like that. She tended to skimp on the details and fill the void in with trivia or useless information. Darleen held my hand as we broke from our embrace, and spoke to the assembled women on the porch, "I would like you to meet my lover, Dennis Richards, everyone. He's old, but he's a very nice guy once you get to know him."

An older woman, who appeared to be the group's leader, stepped forward and said, "I'm Lisa, Mr. Richards. Please come inside. I think we need to have a talk." I had the same uneasy feeling that I used to get when I got summoned to the Principal's office as a kid.

Lisa turned on her heels, walked inside, and the rest of us followed her into the cabin's great room. If the cabin had looked large from the outside, it looked like it went on forever standing in the middle of the hall. It was enormous. A massive freestanding stone fireplace dominated the center of the room, and a blazing fire radiated heat and light in all directions. A cathedral ceiling towered over the open space, and a rustic balcony ringed the wall on all sides at the second story level. Thousands of LED icicle lights hung from the balcony's railings and stairways. A soft, comforting glow bathed the room.

Lisa directed us to follow her to her office upstairs. She stood about 5'6" and was a good-looking woman about my age. Streaks of red highlighted her closely cropped brunette hair, and she appeared to be in excellent physical condition. Her skin had the bronze tan of someone who was no stranger to hard outdoor work. Her face was more attractive than beautiful. She was wearing faded work jeans and a low cut wool sweater which allowed an excellent view of well-tanned medium-sized breasts and ample cleavage.

Lisa's office featured a large oaken desk and a stone fireplace. A picture window filled one wall with a breathtaking view of the frosted mountains painted silver in the light of a nearly full moon. A floor to ceiling bookcase crammed with books covered the opposite wall. Several oriental rugs were scattered about on the wood floor. Lisa said, "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll be right back." Darlene and I took a seat on a small sofa in front of a coffee table and waited.

I turned to Darlene as Lisa left the room, and whispered, "What the heck is going on? Lisa isn't exactly giving us a warm and fuzzy welcome."

"I don't understand. I told Lisa's assistant that you were coming with me, and she said, 'Great, the more, the merrier."

We could hear the voices but not the words of two women engaged in a heated discussion in the next room. The conversation abruptly ended, and Lisa, entered the office with another woman in tow.

"Your presence here presents us with something of a problem, Mr. Richards. Darlene sent us a text message that she was bringing her lover 'Denise' with her. It was on that basis that we gave our permission for you to join our family of sisters," Lisa explained.

Darlene let out a little gasp just before she burst out laughing. "Fucking auto-correct will get you every time. I dictated that message on my IPhone, and I never caught the error when it changed Dennis to Denise," Darlene said.

It took Lisa only a moment to absorb the implications of Darlene's unintended error. There was no conspiracy at work here; just faulty technology.

"Error or not, Mr. Richards' presence in our family of sisters might produce unwanted sexual tension, and that kind of stress can be bad for families," Lisa explained.

"Seriously? You're all lesbians, how can an old fart like me produce any sexual tension?" I protested.

"There are capital-L Lesbians, and there are lower case-l lesbians, Mr. Richards, and then there are those who might want to find pleasure from a man out of mischief or mere curiosity. The fact that you're old makes you seem harmless, but I know better. You're not as safe as you appear. You have already seduced one of our first lesbian sisters and convinced her to take you on as a lover," Lisa answered as she glanced over at Darlene.

I also gave Darlene an inquiring glance of my own. I had suspected, but never known for sure that my ladylove walked both sides of the street.

Lisa leaned forward and looked directly into Darlene's eyes as she asked, "Since we're already on the subject, why on earth did you pick such an old guy for a lover in the first place? My God, he's old enough to be your father or even your grandfather."

Darlene laughed and answered, "Everyone wants to know about our May-December relationship. I picked Dennis because he's low maintenance, easy to be with, and treats me with respect. He's a fantastic lover and knows how to make a woman happy. He has a very talented tongue."

Lisa looked over at me and raised a questioning eyebrow. I just smiled back and shrugged as the 'talented tongue' comment seemed to hang in the air forever.

Lisa let the silence stretch out a bit, and then leaned across the coffee table, took Darlene's right hand in her own, and asked, "Tell me, dear sister, is his penis as talented as his tongue?"

Darlene looked surprised at Lisa's question, and then looked thoughtful. She told Lisa after several moments of reflection, "He has an untrained penis and it doesn't work nearly as well as his tongue. He sometimes has trouble getting it up and his pecker has a mind of its own at other times. He often suffers from premature ejaculation when he finally does get an erection."

Lisa glanced over at me and raised another questioning eyebrow. I just blushed, shrugged, and did my best to sink out of sight in the sofa.

"Thank you, Darlene. That was certainly a comprehensive answer to my question," Lisa said with a wink.

Lisa turned toward her assistant and said, "Will you please show Darlene to her room and round up a few of the sisters to help unpack their vehicle, Lucia? I need to spend a few minutes to bring Dennis up to speed on the ground rules for our colony. Please let the kitchen crew and the others know that we may be a little late for dinner."

Darlene gave me a quick kiss on the lips and followed Lucia out of the room. Lisa stood up as the door closed behind them, and said, "Let's adjourn to the next room where we can be more comfortable. We've got a lot to talk about."