Chapter 2
"Oh. Ginger." The cute blonde pushed an errant lock away from her face. She smiled. "Come on in. You'll have to pardon the place. It's a mess."
Ginger glanced around as she entered the small apartment. It was strewn with underwear, stockings and other articles of apparel, all feminine. The ash trays were full, and some dirty dishes stood on a little table.
"Jackie, you really should try to keep your place neater," Ginger said.
"I know it. I'm just a slob, I guess." Her smile begged forgiveness.
Ginger walked to the kitchen and glanced in there-not to check further on Jackie's housekeeping, but to make sure they were alone. Ginger looked in the bathroom and closet, also.
"Satisfied?" Jackie Conlin asked, when the tall redhead rejoined her in the living room.
"I'm sorry," Ginger said, "but I can't be too careful. If my husband ever found out that I come to see you...."
The little blonde in the boyish shirt and pants just looked at her.
"Well, let's get in bed, shall we?" Ginger asked.
"Before we do...."
"Yes?"
Jackie was studiously examining a fingernail. "The landlord just told me he's raising my rent. And you know how other costs are going up."
"The answer is no. I'm giving you enough right now. I can't afford any more."
"Oh, come on! Your husband is doing well. You've told me so yourself."
"I told you just now that I can't afford to give you any more, and that's it. Jackie, you could get a job, you know."
"Then I wouldn't be here in the daytime, when you come to call. You wouldn't like that."
"So I could come on Saturdays and maybe one evening a week."
"No, Ginger." Jackie turned away. "I don't care to get a job. I hate to work."
"Then hit up one of your other lady friends for a raise. I'm paying you all I can afford. Now, do you want to go to bed or don't you?"
She turned and gave Ginger a hard look.
"Oh, all right," she said, and petulantly pulled at the buttons on her shirt.
Watching her, Ginger reached around the back of her neck and lowered her zipper a little ways, then reversed the position of her hands and drew the zipper the rest of the distance. She caught the bottom of her dark dress and pulled it up.
Underneath she wore only dark hose and a black garter belt. No slip, bra or pants.
Jackie didn't wear a brassiere, either. Her shapely, small tits stood up, capped by pale pink rings and rigid nipples. As she lowered her jeans, Ginger sat on the edge of the bed and removed her stockings.
White bikini briefs were Jackie's sole article of underclothing. She quickly stipped these away. Ginger removed her garter belt and stretched out on the rumpled bed.
"You can be mean sometimes," Jackie complained as she joined her.
"And I can be sweet, too. Don't forget that."
Jackie leaned over the other woman and began to kiss her, starting at her forehead and carefully working down. Ginger loved to be showered with kisses and affection. But she didn't care for the slobbering kisses of men. She liked the sweet little pecks of a girl like Jackie-soft and flitting, delivered with a gentle brushing of the lips and sometimes with the flicker of a tonguetip.
Jackie nibbled at her shadowed eyelids ... at her cheeks, nose and chin. Jackie gently placed her lips against Ginger's and fluttered her tongue in and out. She lifted her mouth a little, protruded her tongue, and slowly traced Ginger's lips with it. Lightly. Always lightly, and with no excess of moisture. Men were the ones who liked to swap spit.
As Jackie kissed down Ginger's swan-like throat, she began to caress her tits. She gently tweaked and massaged the firm nipples with her fingertips. Her nails scratched lightly across the boobs, between them, and underneath. She scratched at a nipple in the same way.
Ginger kept her eyes closed and, for the moment, her hands at her sides on the bed. She let passion build within her slowly.
That was another trouble with men. They didn't give a woman sufficient time to get worked up. Oh, maybe some broads-like Candy Patterson, for instance-could get hot in five minutes and be as ready to screw as any stud was. But Ginger had never been able to respond that way, and a number of other girls had told her they couldn't. Ginger suspected that women like Candy put a lot on, the way Ginger herself did. The difference was that they got there barely, by the skin of their teeth, while Ginger hardly ever made it with a man at all. It had been months since she'd come with Mark.
It wasn't that she couldn't. Men didn't leave her completely cold. They just weren't able or willing to give her as much stimulation as she needed. Or else she simply couldn't respond to what they did.
Look at the difference with Jackie. Now, she and Jackie had had trouble, and the other girl probably wasn't feeling too kindly toward her right now. Even so, Jackie was talking a lot of time, working slowly and carefully to build up Ginger's desire before she entered upon the climactic stage of the intercourse.
Cunnilingus shouldn't be rushed into, headlong, the way Mark sometimes did when he thought he was being particularly considerate of her. The trouble was, men regarded cunnilingus as a buildup to screwing or cocksucking or something else, while to Ginger and women like her, it was the desired end of sex.
Jackie knew.
She was licking Ginger's titties. Really licking, not sucking and slobbering all over them. The talented tongue of the little blonde toured each compact, upthrust boob, passing back and forth across the dark, rigid nipples. Finally she centered on the nipples exclusively, lashing lightly at the brownish-red towers and at the pebbly little circles which surrounded them.
Ginger stirred and caressed the back of Jackie's head. She ruffled her short, shingled hairdo.
Jackie's hand brushed the nipples, barely touching them, but sending the most exquisite sensations coursing up to Ginger's brain.
"You're wonderful," Ginger purred.
Jackie kept working, moving down the other woman's front, kissing around her belly button. Ginger caught one of Jackie's suspended but still-taut titties and worked it, stroking downward to the nipple and rolling that rubbery nubbin between her index finger and thumb.
Jackie's face approached Ginger's bush.
Still the time wasn't right for cunnilingus, however. Jackie knew this, as no man would have. She carefully skirted the top of Ginger's pubic triangle-licking, brushing her lips against the smooth flesh. Then she backed up, got between Ginger's thighs, and began to kiss the inner slope of one of those long, shapely columns.
Ginger stirred more. She rubbed her buttocks against the bed. The thigh which Jackie wasn't kissing at the moment swayed back and forth, the knee drawn up.
Jackie's fingertips worked in concern with her lips and tongue. She awakened every nerve end along the thigh she was attending, then turned to the other one and treated it in the same thorough, thrilling way. Moisture trickled in Ginger's cunt.
Jackie leaned close to the dark, meaty slash, blew at it, and ruffled the surrounding auburn hairs.
"Ooh," Ginger said, and her pelvis bumped spastically.
Jackie smiled to herself. "Roll over, hmmm?"
The blonde straightened up to let Ginger change her position. The latter came to rest on her belly. Jackie admired the long, graceful sweep of her spine, and the rounded rise of her buttocks.
She bent to that spine and began to nibble along it. Her hand moved ahead to stroke Ginger's bottom. Jackie knew that the base of the spine was a very sensitive region, and she spent quite a while licking and sucking gently there.
Next she moved onto the buttocks with her mouth. She browsed over each rounded loaf of flesh-licking and nuzzling, scraping the satiny surface with her teeth. Ginger wriggled voluptuously, rubbing her heated pussy against the bed and her ass against Jackie's face.
Jackie's tongue fluttered down into the silken crack, striking at Ginger's asshole. The sensitive anus, tingled. It's muscles spasmed. Ginger elevated her butt, pressing against Jackie's mouth.
But the other girl left her ass and slid down along the back of a thigh. She kissed Ginger from buttock to knee, skipped to the back of the other knee and took the return trip to the tokus.
She raised her head and helped Ginger onto her back once more.
Ginger found Jackie's cunt with her hand, sought out the clitty amid the warm folds of flesh, and stimulated that little pea with a fingertip.
Jackie didn't bend immediately to Ginger's cunt. She remained up on her knees instead. She looked down at the beautiful, red-haired woman and felt a sudden surge of power.
When they weren't actually engaged in sex, Ginger was the domineering one, but now she was in the grip of passion. Jackie, though somewhat aroused herself, was in better control of her faculties, and that meant she was in better control of the situation. She decided to use her momentary power to advantage.
"Twenty dollars a month more," she said to Ginger, 'starting right now."
"Goddamn you!" Ginger exclaimed.
"I mean it." She smiled, but her tone said that she wasn't kidding, "Twenty dollars more or I stop right now."
"You little bitch!"
"Names don't hurt me, Ginger. Give me what I want or I'll leave you hanging."
"All right!" Ginger cried. "You'll give me the increase?"
"Yes! Now love meee!"
Jackie chuckled softly and snuggled down into the warm, moist valley of Ginger's thighs.
She trailed her fingertips through Ginger's dark, curling pubic hairs and rubbed the velvety large lips. The redhead moaned and tilted her cunt upward. Jackie brushed the hairs away from the split and deftly manipulated its folds of flesh, working her way deeper, opening the cunt more and more.
The rosy moistness of Ginger's inner core gleamed invitingly. Jackie brought her mouth very close. Ginger felt-her breath strike the steaming pussy, and she tensed expectantly.
Jackie's tongue moved out and fluttered against the slick surfaces. Every touch was like an electric shock to Ginger, but the jolt was one of pure pleasure. Her pelvis bobbed. She gasped and moaned.
The thrilling tongue-tip delved between the folds of fevered flesh. It moved up and down, in and out. "Ooh, Jack-ee!" Ginger said.
Her fingers worked in Jackie's hair. She rubbed a thigh against the side of Jackie's head. The latter sent a hand up Ginger's front, surrounded a pointy tit, and punished the tip of it just enough to add to the urgency which Ginger felt.
Jackie sank her tongue fully into Ginger's socket. "Nnnnn!" Ginger whined, her tone fluctuating like a siren.
She ground her moist cunt around the tongue which penetrated it. Jackie slid her tongue slowly and feelingly in and out. She lapped up across Ginger's clitty, evoking a sharp little cry from the other woman, then sank it into her cunt mouth again.
Skilled cunt-lapper that she was, Jackie let the excitement build slowly, maintaining constant contact but deliberately holding down the level of intensity for a while. Gradually she increased the tempo of the tongue-fluttering. When Ginger's cries and frenzied motions revealed that she was eager to come, Jackie moved up to Ginger's clit, wrapped her moist lips around it, and sucked.
Ginger squealed and clutched Jackie's head hard, pulling the girl against her crotch. Ginger bumped and quivered, trying to induce her own orgasm. Jackie kept sucking and tonguing her clitty.
Ginger hung for long moments, suspended between need and gratification. She quivered as Jackie sucked gently at her clit and tongued it. Finally she came with a bang, bumping and shuddering with delight. She moaned sharply.
Jackie hung onto the little love tip until her partner's orgasm was complete, then slid her mouth away and sat up. She smiled.
Ginger sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She just lay there and let the world slowly spin to a stop. "You wanta do me this time?" Jackie asked.
"No."
"Okay. Then I'll do myself."
She lay down next to the other woman. Her hands slid into her crotch, which was trimmed with dark fur, giving the lie to the blonde hair on her head. She rubbed her cunt lips, then worked them open with one hand and stroked her other fingers into the moist fleshy furrow.
Ginger didn't watch. She didn't care what Jackie did now.
The little blonde tensed up quickly as she stimulated her clitty with a fingertip. She switched and slid her finger over the clit, down into her quim and out again. In and out ... slide, slide ... tickle, tickle.
She began to sway and grind her hips, shaking the bed.
Ginger wished she would stop, but she didn't say anything.
Jackie breathed harder. Her eyes became anguished. Her mouth lolled open, her tongue protruding to lick at an invisible lover.
Her hand flew, two fingers dancing in her cunt and stroking her clit on every trip. She ascended. Higher. Higher.
Now.
She came sharply, gasping and moaning. She shook. She thumbed her clit hard. Her spasms accelerated.
Ginger finally had to open her eyes and gaze at the other girl. It was slightly repugnant to watch another woman masturbate herself to a climax. But fascinating. Especially now, while she was coming.
The climax seemed quite thorough, and Jackie lapsed back against the bed with a deep sigh of satisfaction.
The truth was that Jackie wouldn't have come nearly so well if she had been alone. Ginger's mere presence (plus the stimulation afforded by Jackie's caressing and kissing of her) had helped a lot.
Now Ginger got off the bed. She went into the bathroom.
When she returned, she began to dress, without saying a word.
"Thanks for the twenty dollars extra," Jackie said, as she sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.
"You've gotta be kidding," Ginger said as she stood up with her stockings and garter belt on.
"What?"
"That was cheap extortion. Nobody extorts anything from me."
Jackie stood. "Now listen, Ginny...."
"Listen, my ass! I told you. That's it."
The other woman watched hatefully as Ginger raised her dress and slid it down over her head.