Chapter 5
MONDAY AFTERNOON I PARKED THE CAR in front of the Pinewood Apartments, where Terri Moser lived, in Number Four. I had driven John to work, which I often did, saying I had some shopping to do, which was the truth. But that was all done.
Terri had called me that morning. She had a day off, and would I like to drop over for a drink? Her car was being worked on, she said. I had almost turned her down, but I couldn't. I had already heard that Ed would be out of town until Wednesday or Thursday; sometimes he drew long-haul jobs. John had been rather attentive, surprisingly, but not amorous. We were pretending that nothing had happened; we could never talk much about sex matters, anyway.
I'll admit I was nervous as I climbed out of the car and smoothed my shortie skirt over my ample hips. And why had I picked a rather revealing blouse, one that buttoned down the front? Why had I taken extra care with my make-up and grooming, worn no girdle?
There had been no hint of anything out of the way in Terri's invitation-but I knew better. I was going to my first Lesbian rendezvous. I hadn't had any sex since Friday night; Ed had satisfied me, for a while! But today I was all excited, knowing the signs only too well. A bit of extra fullness in the titties, a yearning in the loins. I told myself I would have preferred a date with Ed, but Terri's lure was very strong. I remembered her kiss, her touches on my titties. I adored her!
I found Number Four easily and punched the ornate doorbell. My fingers were shaky. Girls called on girls all the time; it was much simpler having a date with another broad. Slipping out with another man presented difficulties; people talked.
The door opened immediately, and Terri's beauty hit me right between the eyes-or should I say the thighs? She wore a pale yellow ensemble, lounging pajamas that followed every dip and curve of her superlative figure. In her presence I felt rather country-fied.
"Oh, come in, honey!" she smiled, her blue eyes warm and friendly. "That's a very becoming outfit."
I flushed happily. She closed the door, and her arms slid around me comfortingly; a wave of her lilac fragrance engulfed my senses, and I was holding my mouth up for her kiss. I shivered. The brush of her soft, warm lips on mine ignited the hunger she had touched on Saturday evening. Just like that, we were close.
The tip of her tongue wiggled between my parted lips, tantalizingly. She shot her honey probe deep, then drew away, her arm remaining about my waist.
"You're wonderful, honey," she murmured. "Come on sit down and let's have a martini."
I appreciated her easing off, temporarily. She must have sensed my inexperience. She would evidently woo me in stages. The preliminaries were very important! Did she know she was getting a "virgin?"
The apartment wasn't large, but very tastefully furnished. A portable stereo was playing soft background music. I watched her weave into the kitchenette for the drinks, and my throat was dry. She simply reeked sex. The knowledge that she appealed to men, very definitely, seemed to ease my mind a bit. She certainly didn't look butchy. Lots of girls, according to the new frank attitudes about sex, were two-way.
She came back in, smiling, with two frosted cocktail glasses, and set mine on a coffee table in front of the comfortable-looking sofa. Hers went beside it. So, naturally we were soon seated side by side, close enough to be intimate. I was on her left, of course, in the girl's position.
"Relax, honey," she said, pleasantly. "You act a little scared."
"Sorry," I managed. I could see now that she wore no bra under the pa jama-top; she had such wonderfully jutty breasts. Had she taken it off in the kitchen? The slight jiggle of them, as she lifted the glass, heightened my excitement. Her thighs were slightly parted, revealing the curve of her pussy. In sitting down my short skirt skidded way back, nearly to the tops of my long-length nylons. I felt a bit cow-like in her presence.
She nibbled her olive, her lips caressing it in a rather suggestive manner.
"Oh, this is strong," I said, teasing my martini.
"Gin loosens the inhibitions, honey!" she laughed.
I smiled, and we talked a little about this and that, getting better acquainted. She said she really preferred bigger cities, but she had been offered a very good job.
"No boy friends?" I asked.
She winked. "Occasionally. I suppose I'll latch onto some wealthy guy-before I lose my shape."
"Oh, you won't do that," I said. "You're ... beautiful."
"As long as you think so, honey." She put down her empty glass, and I did the same. Her deep blue eyes came nearer; I trembled. Her left arm slipped along the back of the sofa, around my shoulders, and then our lips were together again. She nibbled, tasting my ardor.
"You act so naive about this," she whispered.
"I ... never have ... with a girl," I stammered.
"Ohh, come on now," she laughed, softly.
"Really. I grew up in a small town."
Her blue eyes searching my face, and a look of wonder grew there. "But ... you knew," she said.
"I never met anyone like you," I answered, trembling. I felt I could trust her completely. "Sally's been hinting around."
"She's pretty. You like me better, though?"
"Ohhh, yes!"
Her lips met mine again, gently, and a magical kind of fire built between us. It was different than with Ed, or any man. I felt her shiver. Again her tongue tip entered my eager lips; I was turning on so slowly and delectably; it was like candy yet untasted, but I loved the flavor. Somehow I had known it would be like this-dangerously sweet. Forbidden. A Pandora's Box.
Does John sense this in me; is that why he won't put his prick in my pussy? No. He couldn't with Sally, either.
Suddenly I didn't care about John or Ed, either one. My sensual hungers flamed, and I felt sure that Terri could quench them. I had to try it, at least. I had starved along on once or twice a week, waiting and hoping; I had even bought a thing.
Yes, Ed was dreamy, robust-but he had gone out of town. Friday night had awakened my real passion. I was capable of a lot of it. I needed it.
I felt Terri's right hand on my blouse, shaping the jut of my breasts, very lightly. I curved them forward as tingles of pleasure centered there. Her tongue stroked in and out; my lips had a cloying heat utterly delicious.
"Now, just the tongues, honey," she murmured, easing her mouth back a trifle.
I opened my mouth wide, she did the same, and her tongue began to slide and wind around mine. Ohhh, it was exquisite! My thighs opened without any conscious command; my nipples stiffened inside my bra. I wanted to seize her and mash our mouths together, but the sensual play went on and on. Her breathing quickened, her hand undid my blouse, exposing my thin bra. It unhooked in front, of course. She didn't undo it right away. She broke the lovely contact, leaned back to look at my titties.
"We don't want to rush this, do we, honey?" she whispered.
"Oh, no!"
"Can I see you in just bra and panties, honey."
"Well ... I guess!"
She laughed. "You're fun. We'll have a wonderful time. And we won't get serious, will we?"
I almost said, "You're the boss," but I didn't. I smiled and nodded. I was breathing unevenly, too.
She finished unfastening my blouse and I helped her take it off. Her eyes caressed me.
"I love your fragrance, honey. Jasmine, isn't it?"
"Yes." My anticipation kept building; what would she do first? She hadn't shown me her titties, yet. The contours, cradled by her pajama top, fired my imagination. Her nipples were prominent, poking the fabric out.
She had me stand up, and her knowing fingers undid my skirt. In seconds I was down to the almost-naked part. My small garter-belt was pink, too, like my undies.
"Oh, you sweet thing," she murmured, staring at my still-covered pussy. "like to walk around a little that way?"
I had never done this for anyone. I found I liked it. I didn't feel huge; her compliments gave me courage.
"You move so daintily," she said.
I was aching to have her touch me, fondle my sensitive zones. I turned and walked the other way.
"I don't think you realize how sexy you are, honey."
"Oh, stop it!" I laughed.
"You're young and fresh and exquisite, Diane."
"Well, if you say so," I giggled.
She rose gracefully and commenced to open the upper section of her pajamas. The buttons were all undone; she left the garment on, so I could get just peeks at her titties. They weren't as huge as mine, but they had a lovely shape, riding high and proud. Her nipples were pink. She wiggled toward me.
"Let's dance, honey."
I was wild to have her touch me. In seconds we were together, she taking the lead. She was taller than I; her pajamas came open and I felt her generous breasts burning on the upper slopes of my titties. Sensuous shivers ran down my body. I felt the press of her mound almost on mine, and I spread my legs, curving my pussy nearer.
"You sweet thing, you," she breathed, kissing me below the ear. I was getting moist in the cunt. I was just floaty with desire.
She reached up between us and unhooked my bra. My titties billowed out, and she brought hers burningly against my bare, tingly mounds.
"Mmmmm mm!" she whispered.
"Ohhh, that's good," I answered.
She weaved her shoulders, creating an exciting togetherness. She kissed along my cheek and then our mouths were touching; her arms tightened, her tongue stroked with more purpose. Jazzy little tremors possessed me. I needed this; I just ate it up. The gin was working wonders in my female apparatus, believe me.
When her hand slipped up between us and claimed a tittie, cupping it, pressing it, I shuddered. My tongue coiled around hers; our girl-mounds were pressing together. She executed several slow hunches.
"Ohh!" I cried, tearing my mouth from hers. "Ohh, Terri!"
"Honey, already?"
"Y-yes!" I quavered. My nerves were screaming for a come.
She steered me backward to the sofa. Her hand went between my thighs, inside my panties. I was panting.
"Have it, sweet!" she breathed, finding my clitoris, taking a stiff nipple into her mouth. My hips curled toward her toying fingers. She caressed my wet slit with such deftness and skill I moaned. Then she had my clit, and her mouth drew a nipple far in ... and ... ohhh hhh ... I was having it, quaking, clutching her. Delicious nuances of utter delight swept my pelvis; my titties seemed ready to burst. The heaven came in sweet pulses, twisting my body.
"You'll have to learn to slow down a little, honey," Terri murmured, her hand still cupped on my pussy.
I was panting with sweet relief. "Oh, I'm sorry," I murmured.
She giggled. "Don't be. You're sure a passionate baby. I love it."
"D-did you, too?"
She laughed, softly, intimately. Her fingers fondled the soft flesh near my cunt. "No, doll. I take quite a buildup. But I want you to enjoy yourself, all you can."
"Oh, I guess I am!"
She nuzzled my titties. "Let's go in the bedroom where we can relax."
I sighed. "Anything you say, Terri. Anything."
Her boudoir was small but tastefully furnished. A wide Hollywood bed was the center of attraction, naturally. Several bright pillows made a nice contrast against the gold counterpane.
"Stretch out and be comfy, honey," she said, gazing at my pantied pussy. "And take those off."
I giggled. "I was wondering when."
I watched her shrug out of the pajama top, then undo the little string that held the lower section in place. The filmy material slipped down, revealing the sweet perfection of her pussy. It was shaved. The significance of it was brought home to me by things I had read; lots of true Lesbians did this, for obvious reasons. Her slit was visible, and right at the top I saw a small pink protuberance, a very elongated clitoris, almost like a tiny prick. I shivered.
"like me, now, honey?" Terri murmured, rotating her hips.
"Of course!" I said, spreading my thighs. I was shameless. My panties were off; she could see everything I had. She flirted her tongue suggestively between her fleshy lips and I knew what she meant. I figured I was going to get my pussy kissed and tongued, the first time, by another girl. Why hadn't John done it for me?
Maybe not yet, though. She swung down beside me and we hugged and kissed, breasts to breasts, my thighs widening so she could play around or do anything she pleased. I needed it again. With her tongue diving in and out of my eager mouth, she slid between my legs, and instantly I felt that little point center between the lips of my tingly pussy. A riot of honeyed thrills cascaded along my body. She hunched slowly, building my passion.
It was wonderful to have someone above me, pressing, finding the spot of my delight, even if there was no prick inside. I i ad put up with John's eccentricities long enough. Someone to admire me and fondle me-I had to have it. Now our mouths parted, because I had to breathe. I could feel her tremors of mounting pleasure, too. She braced her torso with her arms and swayed her titties across mine. I squirmed, meeting her dainty thrusts. That tiny point was on my clitoris, and stings of sheer molten honey spread through my loins.
"About to come, honey?" she breathed.
"Y-yes!"
"Delay it. Hold back. Wait for me."
"Ohhh ... I'll try, honey!"
She paused and the suspense grew. The feel of her wet pussy on mine was simply delish. I didn't really expect to have any deep, throbby comes, as I had with Ed-but maybe I would!
A few more wiggles, another pause. Sometimes when I masturbated I could make it last a while, but this was so much more delightful, sharper, keener. I was dangling there, panting, anxious. Suddenly I felt her breathing quicken, too. She shuddered. Her hips bobbed, our breasts collided, the bed swayed.
"Ohhh ... now, honey ... come with me ... come hard!" Terri cried.
I went wild. The juicy contact burned and flamed. Erotic needles pricked my whole pelvic area; my nerves gathered and burst!
"Ohhh, goddamn!" she cried, loudy. "Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... here I go!"
She almost bruised my pussy, pounding into it. But it hurt good. We writhed and gasped and shuddered out our pleasure. It was heady and sweet and voluptuous. My little gun really popped. Her hips slowed, as the sugary after-tremors claimed me, and I drifted down from the peak, knowing a now kind of sexual experience.
"You're just the best, honey," she whispered.
I had never felt more sluttish in my life. This was no real answer to my need; just a fill-in. It was wrong. An ache far inside me hadn't been eased. I knew the joys of a big, manly prick swelling and spouting in my spasming cunt, right at the best, the acme of feminine rapture, and nothing I could imagine would ever replace it.
After a rest, we took turns cleaning up in the tiled bathroom. I returned to the bed ahead of her. I felt relaxed, even if somewhat remorseful. But, other girls did it. Why couldn't I? Would I get hooked on this kind of sex? Or, on the other hand, would it help me at home, or with someone like Ed? Maybe I should assert myself more with my hubby. An article I had read recently said a man and woman should take turns being the aggressor.
After all, John had screwed me on Thursday night and, unless Sally had lied, he had got his jollies Friday night, too. Twice in two days. He looked virile enough. Maybe I was at fault. Right now, though, I was so mad at him I didn't think I could enjoy sex with him any more.
Terri came out of the bathroom and swung down beside me. Just seeing her started my glands working again. Her shaved pussy continued to intrigue me. She must have been reading my mind when she laughed and ran her hand down my tummy and said, "How would you like to make like the lead girl this time, honey?"
I felt a sharp thrill. "I don't know much about it, but I would like to try . "
"Well, okay," she giggled. "I'll just relax and you play around with me."
I was more than eager. Watching Sally bounce around on Ed had planted a few ideas, too.
I snuggled up to her and dropped my hand between her thighs, kissing her throat. I knew how I liked to be tickled, nice and slow, so I started by dancing my fingers along the velvety flesh close to her pussy. She opened up for me.
"You had a real good one, didn't you, honey?" she murmured.
"Ohh, I guess!"
"Mind if I talk while you play around."
"No. It's fun!"
"Doesn't your hubby ever talk sexy."
"Not much, Terri."
"Some gals really love it, and I never knew a man who didn't."
I was fondling her pussy now. She squirmed and hunched slowly. "Mmmmm ... you have a nice touch, sweetie."
"I ... never did take the lead," I said, thrilling at this new adventure.
"In some Oriental countries, the girl nearly always does. You know, with a man, I mean."
I kissed between her thrusty breasts, teasing my forefinger along her slit. She was moist. I caressed her clitoris. Oh, it was very prominent, again. She trembled.
"Not ... too ... much of that, yet, honey!" she gasped.
I was building up a nice head of steam. I loved it. My titties were tingling. I inched my lips out to one of her nipples, letting my hand rest on her cunt. I sucked the tender spire in my mouth.
"Ohhh!" she breathed.
I crossed over and teased the other nipple with my tongue, surprised at my skill, amazed at her reactions. She was shivering and her long legs twitched. My own nipples were as hard as flint; my twat just burned. This was lovely, being the lead girl.
"Ohh, I'm getting a nice hard-on, honey!" Terri breathed. "Drag it out."
"I'll make you beg for it," I said, boldly.
"Mmmmmm."
I slipped my finger into her pussy, and she hunched up on it. I sucked her nipples with more enthusiasm. I found my own hips making coital motions. As her passion climbed, so did mine. I was getting dizzy with need.
Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I began kissing lower, along her tummy, crawling backward on the bed. She guessed my intent.
"Ohhh, will you, honey?" she gasped.
"Yes!"
It didn't seem offensive to place my head between her thighs, and drop my mouth onto her pussy. I craved it. She spread way out, curving her cunt right up there, where I could experiment with it. I shot my tongue into her crevice.
"Ohhh ... ohhh!" she whimpered.
I was catching the hang of it, glorying in the shivers I aroused.
"Turn around, honey!" she begged. "Let me do it for you, too!"
I didn't hesitate. I needed touches, intimate contacts. In seconds I was astraddle her head, my hips lowered. She held my bottom and brought my twat down to her mouth. The quirks of joy almost made me shout. Her tongue was a hot saber. I was getting my pussy sucked for the first time, and did I love it? Ohhhhhhh!
I imitated her voluptuous stroking. We were both trembling, waiting, dallying. I was so close to going off I could hardly bear it. My nerves screamed for relief.
Talk about new sensations! I dug my fingers in her rump, as she was doing to mine. We made a few adjustments, her tongue went deeper; mine went deeper.
I felt her tense; her legs drew back. The heaven began in jerky little stings, all along my legs and up to my titties and as her tongue tip danced on my clitoris. I did my best to return the favor. Now it was sweeping through my loins, exquisite stabs of joy, rocking my senses, bursting in a golden shower of voluptuous sensation. Feeling the pound of her orgasm, her shimmy of completion, intensified my own pleasure.
I fell away, my hips still bucking, as the tremulous relief bathed my achy nerves. For long seconds I just gasped and drank in the intoxicating shivers of my cunt.
Terri's moan of relief filled me with a sense of vibrant accomplishment. But even then it wasn't as profound as when Ed shot his load into my throbby depths.
Half an hour later we were dressed and back in the living room. I'll have to admit I was rather pooped. A good kind of tiredness, though-relaxed, my hungers sated.
"You're terrific, honey," Terri giggled, giving me a hug. We were side by side, naturally. I didn't find her quite as appealing as I had earlier; a natural reaction, I suppose.
"It was fun," I had to admit.
"Mmmmm. We'll have some more good times, too. I'll have to work the rest of the week, days. Can you get away some evening?"
"I think I can find an excuse," I said.
"Well, be sure and call me. Or I'll call you. Your hubby von't think anything of it if a girl is on the phone."
How easy a Lesbian relationship was. I was having more guilt pangs.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" she murmured, cuddling one of my titties. My blouse and bra were in place, but the caress created a cozy feeling.
"If it ever got out ... "
"Honey, it won't! I can tell you need this, and I do too." She laughed. "I don't have a hubby to sleep with."
"Mine isn't much," I said, offering my lips. She kissed me, clingingly. No tongue, though. I had to get home.
"Men just don't understand how a girl-likes loving," she murmured.
When I reached home I undressed and had a good shower. I wanted to wash away the traces of her lilac perfume. Somehow, when I stepped out of the shower stall, I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. Was I tainted? Was I really queer? My nerves were a bit ragged, but at least I had rid myself of my passionsfor a while.