Chapter 1
Carol Anderson was savoring the unadulterated joy of her "post-dispersal" coffee, as she called it. The children, Pam and Jack, had departed in their usual meteoric fashion for parts unknown. Frank, sturdy, calm, undemonstrative husband that he was had given her his usual absent-minded peck on the cheek and muttered something about an important client before gathering up his attaché case and driving off. The soft summer breezes through the kitchen window stirred a wisp of blonde hair and cooled Carol's neck pleasantly, the peace and tranquility of the moment seeped deep into her bones and she inhaled the aroma of coffee made just the way she liked it. Now that the house was empty, she let the modest robe she wore slide open, freeing one smooth, well-turned leg and letting the fresh air brush the bare skin above the top of her shorty pajamas.
"Good morning. Anyone home?" Carol stirred herself to reply. "Come on in, Marje. The coast is clear."
Marjorie Greene wrestled with the back door, finally managing to wrench it open with a powerful jerk. "I thought Frank was going to fix that sticky door," she commented as she helped herself to a cup of coffee.
Carol indulged in a wry smile. "He was going to do it last weekend," she answered, "but an important client had to be entertained on the golf course."
"Oh," Marje murmured as she settled into a chair. "Again, huh?"
Carol sipped her coffee. "Not again; as usual. Or maybe I should say still. How's Paul?"
Marje shrugged. "As usual, he forgot the mail and the garbage. He gave the cat the dog's food and gave the dog the salmon loaf I was saving for the cat. I have to put his underpants on top of his razor and leave them on the toilet seat. That way he does remember to put them on and to shave. I tell you, it's such fun being married to a college professor."
Carol smiled and leaned back to stretch. The motion made her robe fall completely open, displaying her barely concealed full breasts. "At least you get to see your husband."
"Yeah. When I married a college professor, I thought I was marrying a quiet, placid, reserved gentleman. My somewhat bruised thighs prove otherwise."
"Again last night, huh?"
Marje shook her head, her red pony tail swishing from side to side. "Not just last night, but this morning, last night, and yesterday noon. Do you know what he did yesterday noon?" Marje didn't even pause for an an answer, but rushed on, as usual. "He bombed into the house at twelve-thirty. I was out in the kitchen with the dishwasher running, so I didn't hear a thing. The first thing I know, he's stark-naked and grabs me around the waist. I just had time to turn the burner off under the teapot before he carried me out of the kitchen like he was Og the Cave Man. He plunks me down on the dining room table, pulls my skirt up and my panties down and takes me right there."
"With no warm-up at all?" Carol gasped, feeling her own belly tensing with excitement at the thought.
"What warm-up? He doesn't need a warm-up," Marje replied.
"I mean for you," Carol explained.
Marje colored slightly. "Well, to tell you the truth, I don't really need much of a warm-up. Besides, when he grabbed me in the kitchen, he kind of managed to get my titties with one hand and my pussy with the other."
"Oh," Carol muttered. After three years as Marje's neighbor, Carol was relatively immune to the other woman's unabashed language. "Well, any time you're too tired to take on Paul, just send him over here. I could use him."
"Good old Frank the Feeble, huh?" Marje observed.
"It's not that." Carol bristled slightly, then shrugged. "Or, maybe it is. Hell, you know how it is with Frank. He works so hard. When he gets home he can hardly stand up himself, let alone make anything else stand up."
Marje sipped her coffee. "Well," she observed, "there are the weekends."
Carol shook her head. "What's a weekend? During the week he's selling policies in the office. On weekends, he's selling them out on the golf course." Carol brightened at a thought. "Except tomorrow, by God."
"So what's with tomorrow?" Marje asked.
"Our anniversary," Carol replied.
"Oh, boy, good luck! If Paul ever remembered our anniversary, I think they'd better have a heart-lung machine standing by," Marje said.
Carol's lips tightened with resolve. "Oh, Frank'll remember our anniversary all right. I stuck a note in his brief-case, pinned one on the sun visor of the car and stuffed another one in his shoes. And, I made him promise me this morning that he would not play golf tomorrow, no matter what."
Marje toyed with the tip of her pony tail, studying it for split ends. "Sounds like you covered all the bases. I wish you luck."
"He won't get away this time. And to clear the decks, I got the kids off to a beach party that'll last all day and half the night," Carol noted smugly.
"Sounds like you've got everything lined up all right. You sure trust your kids a lot."
Carol shrugged. "If I can't trust them by now, there's not much hope. I've done my best to teach them right from wrong."
"Seems awfully young to me, but then I don't have any children," Marje noted.
"Jack's fifteen, and Pam is thirteen, and these days, that's not all that young. Besides, I know who they're going to be with."
Marje glanced over her shoulder at the clock. "Hey, it's exercise time."
The two women got up from the table and made their way down the stairs to a basement playroom. As Carol switched on the television set, Marje dragged a pair of gym mats out into the center of the polished tile floor.
"Wow, he is really a hunk of man," Marje observed as the set displayed a short, astonishingly muscular, man. He was selling a patented exercise machine which resembled a medieval torture device.
Carol studied him as she slipped off her robe. "Not my type," she noted.
"Fiddle faddle," Marje denied. "There's no such thing as types when it comes to sex. A man is a man."
"When you're as desperate as I am, I guess you're right," Carol agreed reluctantly as she settled down on one mat.
Marje had also doffed her robe, revealing a pair of brief lace panties and an overly full bra. Her red pubic hair showed as a slightly darker color through the white lace. As she settled on the mats, she cast a quick glance at her exercise partner. "I really don't see how that husband of yours can prefer a nine-iron to you."
Carol glanced down at herself. Her breasts were large and firm, matured through nursing two children. The shorty pajamas she wore she had chosen the night before in the vain hope that Frank might not be too tired. The dark circles of her nipples could be seen through the filmy fabric. The panties were transparent, and concealed nothing. "I keep trying, Marje, but he's immune to everything these days."
Marje could sense Carol's misery. "I'm sure he won't be tomorrow. And meanwhile, maybe Muscular Mike there will help sublimate your urges."
Following the instructions being given over the television, Carol and Marje bent to their task with vigor for several minutes. Carol found herself working up a heavy sweat as she bent and twisted her torso in time to the beat being counted out by the instructor. She was panting heavily by the time he called a halt to take time for another sales pitch.
"Darn it, this bra binds too much," Marje complained. "Do you mind if I take it off?"
Carol shrugged. "Why should I mind? We're consenting adults."
"Don't tempt me! You're a very desirable woman, Carol Anderson," Marje replied as she reached back and unfastened her bra. The straps slipped down her arms and she tossed it into a corner. Her breasts seemed to swell happily at their release from confinement. The globes were milky-white, crowned with small pink nipples.
Carol brushed a wisp of hair back from her face. "Back to work, Marje," she stated, settling down on the mat. She and Marje had been over this ground before, and it no longer disturbed Carol that her neighbor was sexually interested in her. In fact, Carol reflected, it was a good thing somebody was. Frank's preoccupation with his business was ego shattering. If it hadn't been for Marje's occasional allusions to Carol's sexual desirability, Carol was certain she would have long ago given up on the exercises.
As she labored at the calisthenics, Carol found herself sweating heavily. The top to her pajamas, skimpy as it was, kept slipping and interfering with her movements. Finally, in disgust, Carol stripped it off.
"Now you're getting into the spirit of things," Marje commented, her breasts heaving as she panted for breath.
"Dam top kept getting tangled up," Carol observed defensively. The air
in the basement did not seem so warm now, and she felt her nipples stiffening slightly as a draft from the open window high up on the wall brushed past her. For some reason she felt she had to defend removing the pajama top to her neighbor.
"Mmmm, you look good enough to eat," Marje observed, boldly studying Carol's big breasts. The tan line from the halter top that Carol usually wore was plainly visible. Her skin was tanned only slightly, to a golden hue, while her breasts were pale white. Her nipples were large and dark in color, providing fitting caps for the full maturity of her bosom.
"Oh, Marje, really," Carol protested, blushing slightly.
"No kidding," Marje went on, "if that husband of yours doesn't work out, just let me know. I don't have any silly prejudices that restrict me to just men."
"So you've told me, often," Carol observed.
"Oh, oh, here come' the tough ones," Marje noted as the instructor reappeared on the screen, accompanied by a girl that was built along lines as feminine as his were masculine. "These panties of mine have got to go for this series." Unabashedly, Marje stripped off her one remaining garment.
Carol found her eyes being drawn to her neighbor's nude body as if it were a magnet. The red-haired girl was small and very shapely. Her skin was freckled slightly, and she had no bikini marks at all. "You're not bad-looking, either, you know," Carol observed.
Marje grinned and arched her back, sticking her breasts out boldly. "I thought you'd never notice," she retorted. She obviously enjoyed the admiration she was receiving from Carol. "Any time you want to sample the wares, just feel free."
"Don't you get enough from your husband?" Carol asked.
"I can never get enough," Marje observed. "I discovered that after Paul got me properly broken in on our honeymoon."
The redhead stretched out on the mats in compliance with the directions being given for the man's part in the exercises.
Carol joined her, trying to keep her eyes from Marje's red snatch. Dutifully, Carol took the part of the woman in the exercises. For the next few minutes the two women worked their muscles against each other, pulling and stretching as they did so. Despite herself, Carol found herself studying Marje's lithe body as they worked, and fires were beginning to percolate slightly in Carol's belly. Mentally, she shook her head, denying the urges she felt building in her gut. I’m not, she thought firmly to herself, that desperate yet. The hunger in her belly violently contradicted these thoughts and she felt her pulse accelerating beyond what could be attributed to the exercises.
After five more exhausting minutes, the instructor made his final pitch for the exercise devices and signed off, with what Carol regarded as a disgusting amount of enthusiasm. She lay wearily back on the mats, sweat pouring off her body, her ribs heaving.
"Whew, I don't know how that stud stays so calm and relaxed after work outs," Marje panted. "It's about all I can do to make it home afterwards."
"Ohh, do I ache," Carol moaned softly. "I think every one of my muscles is sore."
Marje finally managed to sit up, mopping the sweat off her forehead with the back of one arm. "When are you going to air-condition this house anyway?"
Carol rolled her head on the mat. "Frank was going to do it last spring. But..."
"But he had to play golf with a client," Marje finished the sentence for her. "You know what you are? You're a golf widow."
"Oh, it's not that bad," Carol denied.
"It is so," Marje retorted. "When was the last entire weekend you spent with Frank?"
"Well, let's see. Last Christmas we went to his mother's house for the weekend."
"Last Christmas," Marje snorted. "Do you realize that's eight months ago?"
Slowly, Carol rolled over and struggled to her feet. "Okay, you're right. I'm a golf widow," she acknowledged. "Maybe a hot shower will take the ache out of my muscles."
"Can I join you? I hate to go home all sweaty," Marje said as she got up.
"Sure, come on." Carol led her friend upstairs to the second floor, pausing to get fresh towels out of the linen closet.
Marje casually made use of the toilet as Carol was adjusting the water temperature in the shower. "What I want to know is, what are you going to do about it?" Marje prodded.
Carol shrugged wearily and stripped off her filmy panties. "I don't know. Nothing, I guess."
"Oh, that is great. Just give up without a fight."
Carol stepped into the shower and reached for the soap. "Maybe I'll be able to get to him tomorrow. He used to be more interested in me than any set of golf clubs. I haven't lost my shape, so I should be able to get through to him."
Marje joined her friend in the shower. "I'll bet you won't even see him tomorrow. I just bet he'll tell you that he's got an important client he just has to play golf with, and you won't see him all day."
"Oh, no, he wouldn't do that," Carol denied.
"I'll bet you a lunch downtown that he will. Now, give me the soap and I'll do your back," Marje retorted.
"I'll take that bet," Carol replied. The hot water sluicing down over her bare body was relaxing her sore muscles. She luxuriated in the feeling of Marje's slick, soapy hands over her back, kneading the muscles. As Carol relished the pleasant sensations, she felt doubts beginning to stir in her own mind about the bet she had just made. Resolutely, she pushed down the thought that Marje might be right. The thought popped right back up again as she recalled the number of similar promises her husband had broken. "But they weren't on our anniversary," she muttered.
"What was that?" Marje asked as she soaped lower.
"Nothing. Hey, what are you doing?" Carol asked as she felt Marge's hands soaping and kneading her buttocks.
"Washing you," Marje replied, continuing to massage the full, rounded masses.
"Oh," Carol answered, her voice quivering slightly. Something about the way Marje was working her fingers into the crack between the buttocks touched deep feelings in Carol.
"You really do have a magnificent body," Marje commented as she probed into the valley of Carol's ass.
"Thank you," Carol replied. Why am I letting her do this? she thought as she felt Marje probing. Instead of resisting the other woman's invasion, Carol found herself spreading her legs slightly to allow more access. As the red-haired woman's fingers, slick and soapy, probed and pried, Carol felt the fires of her passions increasing.
"Turn around," Marje commanded, her voice husky and unsteady.
Like a robot, Carol obeyed the command. She looked down into Marje's intense blue eyes and felt herself sinking deeply into them. "What are we doing?" Carol whimpered softly as Marje began to soap Carol's full breasts.
Marje paused for a split second and held out a bar of soap. "Washing each other off, of course," she replied in a shaking voice.
Moving as if some outside force had taken control, Carol began to soap her friend's curvy body, starting with the neck and shoulders and working her way down Marje's chest. As Carol began to soap and squeeze Marje's full, firm breasts, Carol felt the nipples stiffen in her hands. Carol's own breasts were feeling full, tender, abused and hot all at once from Marje's attentions. Fires Carol had almost forgotten existed were building as she weighed, squeezed, rubbed and massaged Marje's big breasts. Carol felt her chest heaving with excitement. Finally, Carol could bear it no longer and threw her arms around the small red-haired girl, crushing her tight with passion. As they pressed together, Carol felt Marje open her legs to admit one of Carol's thighs. Understanding, Carol lifted her leg, grinding her thigh against Marje's pussy. At the same time, Carol spread her own thighs to capture one of Marje's. The touch sent a blaze of passion through Carol, making the world swim. For a long moment the two women stayed locked together under the pounding rush of steaming water.
Finally, Marje gently pushed free of her neighbor. "Let's get out of here so we can do things properly," the redhead said hoarsely.
Fumbling in her haste, Carol turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain back. "The bed. No, it'll get wet. Downstairs, the gym mats," Carol gasped hoarsely.
Naked and dripping, the two women dashed downstairs and tumbled together in a tangle of arms and legs on the mats. Their lips met in a grinding, open-mouthed kiss, exciting, demanding and promising all at once. Their legs interlocked and tangled, each girl grinding her pussy against the other's thigh. Carol was barely aware of the chill of the water drying on her as she tasted Marje's mouth. Carol's tongue dueled with Marje's as it once had, long ago, with her husband's. All thoughts of Frank were driven from Carol's mind as she mashed her full breasts flat against Marje's curvy, softly cushioned chest. Carol felt a climax approaching, driving her last tiny, lingering doubts before it. All at once it burst over her like a tidal wave, making her juices burst forth to drench her pussy and Marje's driving thigh. At the same time, Carol could sense Marje's building climax, and drove her own thigh upward into the redhead's snatch. Marje's arms tightened around Carol like steel bands, and Carol knew Marje was feeling the same joyous blast of pleasure overwhelming her. They clung together as Carol's passions slowly declined, leaving her limp and exhausted.
"Now I'm going to need another shower," Marje muttered as she fought to regain her breath.
"Oh, my God," Carol whispered softly, "what have we done?"
"I don't know for sure," Marje panted, "but I hope we do it again."
"I feel sick," Carol replied.
"Hey, don't take it so hard." Marje tried to calm her. "It's not all that bad."
Carol rolled away from Marje and huddled miserably in a ball. Frightened, Carol tried to shrug off her friend's solicitous hand. "Don't touch me!" she wailed.
Marje ignored the protest, stroking Carol's back gently with tender fingers. "If you think this makes us Lesbians, think again," the redhead said softly. "I've been doing things like this for years, and I still love to make it with Paul."
"It was horrible," Carol stated.
"Was it really?" Marje asked, still gently stroking her friend. "I didn't think so at the time, and neither did you. It's just that you're so frustrated and horny that you'd take any port in the storm, and I bet you will again."
"Go away," Carol ordered, a little less surely. Marje's gentle strokings were not only calming Carol's fears, but raising remnants of her passion.
Instead of moving away, Marje brushed Carol's hair aside, and nibbled tenderly at her neck. Carol felt ripples of excitement spreading through her from the nipping touch of Marje's lips. The first nip from Marje's teeth sent a blaze of fire through Carol, making her groan helplessly before the building passions.
"It's not wrong," Marje murmured softly, and Carol found herself wanting to believe her. "There's nothing wrong about it," Marje went on softly, her breath puffing in Carol's ear.
"Please stop," Carol whispered pleadingly. The next touch of Marje's lips on Carol's throat drove her reservations away. Carol found herself rubbing her thighs sensuously together and flexing her crotch muscles. "Oh, God, don't stop," Carol whimpered.
As the redhead's lips moved down over Carol's chest, Carol took stock of every incredible sensation being stirred. She even noticed the feathery touch of Marje's pony tail. Carol reached for Marje's breasts, and lifted and fondled first one soft mass, then the other, making the nipples harden.
Marje's lips found Carol's breasts and began to suckle first one nipple then the other, sending waves of excitement through Carol's body as the big tits stiffened and hardened. Carol's head rolled with passion as her excitement grew under the gentle stimulation of Marje's exciting mouth. Carol pinched Marje's nipples, bringing a gasp of excitement from the redhead.
With her free hand, Carol reached down to her aching cunt and pressed and rubbed it as Marje's mouth continued to work. The feel of a heavy breast in the palm of her hand gave Carol additional excitement. Now, her passions aroused, the thought of making love to another woman was increasing, rather than decreasing, her excitement.
Marje's lips left Carol's breasts and moved lower. For a few moments Marge traced a zigzag line down Carol's belly to her navel, and paused, tongue dipping into the little hollow. The touch sent an electric jolt of pleasure through Carol, causing her to increase her own activities with Marje's full breast. Finally, not satisfied, Carol squirmed her head beneath Marje's chest, and her mouth took possession of one of Marje's full breasts. Desperately excited, Carol tried to suck as much of the large breast into her mouth as possible.
Marje's lips left Carol's navel, and began to work lower in a series of nipping kisses, and Carol knew exactly where the other woman was headed. Excited beyond words, Carol writhed and shifted in an effort to make Marje's path easier. The first touch of Marje's lips in Carol's pubic hair set her awash with flame. She found herself tracing a similar path with her lips down Marje's softly rounded belly. Carol's eyes could see only Marje's skin, then the first wisps of red curling pubic hair. Lower and lower Marje moved on Carol, and Carol moved lower and lower, finally, with the tip of her tongue, sensing the hair-covered slit of Marje's pussy. Hesitating a second, Carol's fears were driven from her mind by the first poke of a tongue into her cunt. Compelled to reciprocate by lust and gratitude, Carol tongued Marje's pussy open, tasting the metallic flatness of the other girl's already copious juices.
As Carol pushed through the folds of flesh with her tongue, she felt Marje's own explorations bearing fruit as she probed Carol's vagina. Carol wrapped her arms around her friend's hips, dragging Marje's pussy down. Carol mashed her jaw into the bush of hair, her mouth sucking and seeking the juicy tissues. At the same time, Carol drove her hips upward, driving her pussy against Marje's eager mouth. The redhead seemed to understand and began to almost chew Carol's excited flesh, sucking and tonguing Carol's pussy until Carol felt herself climax once, and then again. As she came the second time, Carol redoubled her efforts on Marje and felt the other girl's juices pour forth in a flood with first one climax, then another.
For long minutes the two women chewed and sucked at each other, and were racked by a series of simultaneous, ever-building orgasms. Finally, exhaustion and passion almost drove consciousness from Carol, leaving her unable to move. With a happy cry, Marje completely collapsed on top of Carol, forcing Carol to struggle to free her face from Marje's crotch in order to breathe. Panting from exhaustion, Carol struggled to get her breath as she was pressed flat into the mat. Finally, she succeeded in levering the other woman's body off of her.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Marje finally managed to ask between breaths.
Carol shook her head. Finally she found her voice. "No, it wasn't so terrible. I just hope I have something left for Frank tomorrow."
"Don't worry; you'll be better than ever. But don't count on Frank. You're going to buy me one very expensive lunch on Monday."
"I don't think so," Carol denied. Wearily she struggled to her feet. "Let's get a shower. And no funny business this time."
"Who, me?" Marje asked innocently as she got to her feet.
Half an hour later, Carol was alone in the kitchen, cleaning up the last of the breakfast dishes and loading the dishwasher. She refused to let her mind dwell on the recent session with her neighbor. Finally finishing the task and turning on the dishwasher, Carol decided on a nap instead of dusting as she had planned.