Chapter 3

Debra got home in plenty of time to take a shower and relax with a drink before fixing supper for her husband, Frank. And it was a good thing she did have the drink, for otherwise she might have allowed Frank to involve her in a fight as soon as he came home. A fight she was sure to lose if only because her husband was a very strong man.

Frank was in a foul mood, a mood which wasn't helped any by having to do more work after supper, in the den he had set up as an office-at-home. Usually when he got home from his one day out of town, he was so tired, and it was so late, that he simply ate whatever it was that Debra had fixed for dinner, then fell into bed. But this night he had to work after supper, and he had been spoiling for a fight ever since coming home.

About three in the morning, Debra, who had been lying in bed reading a book, began to wonder if Frank had perhaps fallen asleep over his work. She was no longer in love with her husband-she didn't even like him anymore-but practicality told her that she should check on him and have him come to bed if, indeed, he was asleep. If he slept in his den he would wake up with a stiff neck and a sore back, and would come home tomorrow afternoon in an even worse mood. And Debra had a thing about the bruises she usually got when Frank was in a really bad mood. So, after thinking about it for a few minutes, she got up and went down the hall, to his den-office.

Frank wasn't asleep, though. He was still working on the report that he was supposed to have done the next morning, and Debra's interruption of his work didn't exactly improve his mood.

"What the fuck do you want now?" he yelled when she opened the door, turning around. He waited a moment for an answer, and when he didn't get one he picked up a heavy dictionary from the desk in front of him and threw it at Debra. Startled by his act, she ducked to one side, and instead of the book sailing past her, as it would have done had she stood still, the book hit her in the shoulder then bounced to a small table just inside the room, upsetting it and spilling papers all over the floor.

Tears in her eyes, both from the hurt of the heavy book and the humiliation she was feeling, Debra bent and began to pick up the papers, stacking them and returning them to the table. Frank sat looking at her for a moment, the anger slowly fading from his eyes.

"Debra," he said, softly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Thrown that book."

"That's all right," Debra said, a slight catch in her voice as a sob escaped from her throat, but ice in her voice. "It didn't really hurt." Finished with the spilled papers, she picked up the dictionary and carried it over to Frank's desk, putting it down in front of him without looking at him.

Before she could turn and leave the room, Frank put his arm out to stop her, then curved it around her, pulling her around in front of him, bending her over and kissing her. Debra's lips were firm and warm, but unresponsive and she tried to push him away.

As she fought him, knowing better than to fight too hard, Frank used his hands to increase the pressure of his body against hers, holding her with one arm around her waist and the other cupping the back of her head. Debra didn't struggle for long. She knew that Frank would hurt her if she fought too strenuously, and besides despite her inner revulsion, heat was beginning to build in her body as her husband played with her. Her arms went around Frank's neck and she began to return his kiss with a passion building to match his.

Frank's hand went under the top part of Debra's pajamas, feeling the warm skin of her back as his hand stroked up and down her spine. Then he turned slightly to make space between their bodies and brought his hand around to cup one of her full breasts in his sweaty palm.

Not wanting to, but unable to stop herself, Debra brought one of her hands around and began to unbutton Frank's shirt. When she got down to the third button she broke their tongue-searching kiss and moved her lips down to his throat, then across his chest as she unfastened the rest of the buttons. Lower and lower her lips went, tracing little paths of wetness across his skin. She marked each rib with a kiss, then drew a line across his belly with her tongue, pausing for a moment to run the tip of it around inside his navel. She was almost kneeling, and as her hands released his belt, unsnapped his pants and pulled down the zipper, she settled to the carpet in front of Frank.

Her hands went under the elastic of his shorts on each side, and as she slowly pulled them down, dragging them over the bulge of Frank's hardened cock, her lips traced a path downwards from his navel. Debra's tongue traced an outline around the hair, then, as Frank's cock burst free and his shorts dropped around his ankles she moved lower, kissing the insides of his thighs, then running her tongue lightly over the skin bag around his balls. She sucked one of them into her mouth, squeezing it gently, then brought her face up under his cock, her tongue tracing the length of it, right out to the head.

Debra brought her slightly puckered lips back to the head and kissed it lightly, and when she did, Frank pulled forward on her head, forcing his cock between her lips. Her teeth stopped him for a moment, but after a little nibble she opened her mouth wide and he shoved his cock in as far is it would go, all the way to the back of her mouth and part way down her throat.

Debra gagged a little, but then began to suck, hard, while drawing her head away.

When she was back to the base of the head, Frank again pulled her forward, pushing deep into her mouth, and when he was all the way in Debra began to hum, sending thrilling vibrations through the length of his cock and into his burning body in pulsating waves.

Frank no longer needed to guide Debra's head. She was, sucking away, moving her head back and forth, his cock sliding in and out between her lips, the pale skin of her face making a strong contrast against the red of his cock, and soon his hips were jerking in time with her sucking. Faster and faster she moved her mouth, her tongue licking around the head of Frank's cock each time she drew back, and suddenly he couldn't hold it any longer. He grabbed her head and forced his cock all the way into Debra's mouth just as he exploded, his hips jerking spastically as he pumped hot cum into her greedily sucking mouth, spurting it back into her throat with such force that some of it was getting into her lungs despite the speed of her swallowing.

When it ended, Debra drew back a little, sucking hard to get every last drop, then looked up at Frank. He reached down and took her arm, lifting her to her feet. Debra was, by then, no longer in a mood to complain about Frank's treatment of her. All she wanted was to be fucked, and if it had to be by her husband, well, that's the way the cookie crumbled.

Seconds later they were in the bedroom, naked, with Frank's heavy body poised over Debra's. She ran her fingers through the fine brown hair on his chest with one hand while the other toyed with the hair at the base of his cock. Their lips were locked in a deep kiss as Debra began to run her hand up and down his cock, which was again hard as a rock. Debra could feel the pounding of his heart through it, pumping more and more blood into it, causing it to swell until the skin was so tight that she could only slide her hand over it.

Frank reached down and got his hands under Debra's knees and began to lift. For a moment, Debra thought that he wanted her legs around his waist, so she started to wrap them there, but he continued to pull her upwards, bending her body until it was almost double, her legs over his shoulders. And as he pressed forward. Debra used her hand to guide his cock into her wet and waiting cunt, putting the head of it between the lips then taking her hand away and wrapping her arms around Frank's back, pulling him down on top of her.

Even as wet and ready as Debra was, Frank had to press hard to get his, cock inside of her, but her lips spread slowly as his head pushed in, then they were spread all the way and he slid into her, down and down, all the way. And thanks to that position, with her legs over his shoulders, Frank got into Debra deeper than was possible in any normal position, his balls banging against her ass while the head of his cock probed at the very end of her vagina.

Frank dropped his full weight on her as his hands went under Debra, cupping her ass. And as he began to pump up and down, moving with slow, full length strokes, he sent one finger to probe at her asshole.

Without thinking about it, Debra's body began to move with Frank's, and when it did he began to press that finger forward, sliding it into her ass, curling and squeezing with it, pulling it in and out as his cock began to pump harder and harder. Then he really began to slam at her, so hard that with every stroke Debra moved back a little on the bed, until her head was pressed tight against the headboard. Finally, Frank drew back until he was almost out of her, then really crashed forward, at the same time pushing his finger all the way into her ass, and Debra felt his cock begin to jerk inside of her as a boiling hot flood from it washed across the walls of her cunt.

Frank didn't move, didn't stroke, he just lay there with his cock jerking madly away inside of Debra, and that set off her own orgasm, a climax so good and so powerful that she came up off the bed until only her shoulders and head were touching the sheets.

That fiery climax seemed to go on for hours, rushing back and forth through Debra's body like the surf crashing on the beach, and the muscles of her cunt seemed to have a life of their own as they flexed and squeezed at Frank's still jerking cock, squeezing every possible drop of come out of it.

When they were finally finished," Frank eased his now softening cock out of Debra's still clutching cunt, then rolled over onto the bed next to her. He lay there for a minute, fighting to catch his breath, then looked over at the beautiful redhead next to him. Debra smiled, then reached out a hand to touch Frank's hair. With a sudden movement of his hand, Frank batted her fingers away.

"If you're quite through interrupting me," he said heavily, "would you mind if I got back to my work now?"

"Wasn't the interruption worth it?" Debra asked, her tone showing how much Frank's words had hurt her.

"Marginally, I guess it might have been," Frank said brutally. "But I've had better." With that he turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Debra lying on the bed, tears starting to course down her cheeks as her hands clenched at the sweaty sheets and her teeth bit at her lower lip, biting back a scream of hatred for the man she had married.

Debra saw very little of Frank for the next few days, and on the next Wednesday, his next day out of town, she found herself with a midmorning appointment at one of the higher class hotels in town: an appointment that had been set up by the manager of the hotel, who was also on Debra's occasional freebie list.

At ten, Debra put on her regular working clothes, a dress which came off easily and didn't advertise the fact that she had nothing on underneath it, and got her car out of the garage. After fighting the tail end of morning traffic into town, Debra parked her car a block away from the hotel, still being sure that no one was going to trace her through her license number, and went into the hotel through a side door, avoiding the lobby, taking the elevator to the tenth floor.

The room Debra wanted was at the end of the hall, and before knocking she checked her watch. It was four minutes before the time the manager had set. Close enough. She rang the bell and heard sounds of someone moving around inside, but it was several minutes before the door opened. She was just about to knock again when it swung away from her. Inside was a middle-aged man, sort of stout, with a big smile on his face and a cup of coffee in his hand. "Come on in," he said. "I'm just finishing up breakfast. Care for anything?"

Debra shook her head no and looked around the room. Through a partially open door she could see a bed, and in front of the couch was a wheeled tray holding the remnants of the man's breakfast. Her gaze came back to the man, and he smiled slightly, his eyes traveling from Debra's face to her ankles, slowly, then back again, and Debra saw a hint of a red flush appearing on the man's neck and a slight stirring near his crotch.

"Ready?" he asked, nodding towards the door to the bedroom, and when Debra smiled he got right to it. His clothes were scattered about on the floor in not much more time than it took Debra to pull down one zipper and step out of her dress, stripped for action. The man walked over to where Debra was standing, brushed his lips against hers, then took her hand and led her into the bedroom and up to the edge of the bed. He stood back, as if waiting to see what Debra was going to do. Not knowing just what it was he wanted, Debra climbed up on the bed, stretching out full length, waiting to see what the man's next move would be, what he had in mind for their afternoon of bought and paid for sex. Debra was sure that whatever it was, it was going to be different, and she was going to enjoy it. It was just a hunch on her part, but one she was willing to bet on.

The man sat down on the edge of the bed next to Debra and his hands reached out to caress her breasts, then his lips once again brushed against hers, dropping slowly down to her neck and shoulders. His tongue traced the hollow of Debra's throat, then he shifted his seat on the bed slightly, kissing each of her nipples in turn, flicking at them with his tongue, moving on as soon as they began to harden.

Debra felt sexual arousal starting to move through her body and she went along willingly with the man when he shifted position again, his hands spreading her legs apart. He moved around on the bed until he was kneeling between Debra's feet, brought his head down and forward, kissed the inside of each of her thighs, then slid his tongue into her cunt.

That was sort of a strange act for this type of customer, Debra thought. Most men who hired hotel hookers wanted a straight fuck, sometimes with a little cocksucking, but seldom were they interested in eating the girl. Possibly because they had no way of knowing what might have already been in there that day. But this guy seemed to love the idea of eating Debra's cunt, and heat began to flood through her body as he shot his tongue in and out and around. Soon Debra began to squirm a little on the soft bedspread as she began to lose control of her body.

The man's hands went under Debra, cupping the cheeks of her ass and lifting them off the bed, and as his tongue moved faster and faster Debra felt one sharp fingernail probing at her anus, then wiggling inside, pumping to match the actions of the man's busy tongue.

The things the man was doing were really turning Debra on, getting to her, and as she felt herself nearing a climax, she brought her hands down to the man's head, running her fingers around inside his ears and pressing lightly at the back of his head and neck. Then, without warning, he pulled back away from Debra, pulling his finger out of her anus and his tongue from her cunt. When he did, Debra saw that the man's cock was hard as a rock, ready to go with a gleam of his natural lubricating fluid on the head.

He moved up on the bed, between her legs. He rubbed his cock up and down against the skin and hair between Debra's legs for a moment, then, when he felt it was just the right place, he began to press downwards. Debra's cuntlips spread and spread as his cock moved into her, until she felt like he was going to split her in two with it. Debra began to wonder if she was going to get anything out of this fucking, because the guy's cock seemed to be so large that she was going to spend more time worrying about him hurting her than enjoying the sex.

She stopped worrying, though, as soon as he had it all the way inside of her. It felt too good, and she was getting to the point where she couldn't worry about anything. All she could think of was that big cock inside of her and how good it felt.

The man shoved his cock all the way in, farther and deeper than Debra thought it would be possible for it to go, deeper even than her husband had shoved his extra-long cock, then he began to slide it in and out, his hands once again going under Debra, one finger again sliding into her anus. From his motions, his breathing, his sweating, Debra knew that the guy was going to come at any moment, and that she was going to be right with him or not very far behind. It turned out that she was right with him as they both reached a peak.

As Debra's hips began to jerk and her muscles locked in the pure erotic pleasure of her climax, the man began to empty his load into her, his cock jerking and pumping and shooting burning hot come deep into her cunt, adding to the pleasure of her orgasm, sending fresh waves of pleasure through her body.

Slowly, almost as if he was too drained to move, the man rolled off of Debra. She lay there for a minute, recuperating, then turned to face him, looking down at his now limp cock. Her hand went to his crotch, wrapping her ringers around his cock, then she dropped her head and kissed the end of it, running her tongue around and over it until once again it began to lengthen and harden into a shaft he could use.

As soon as it was all the way up, Debra stopped kissing it and moved over on top of the man. She spread her legs above him and the head of his cock brushed through the hair between her legs, smearing it with the wetness left from their orgasms of only a moment before.

Debra reached down and directed his cock back into her cunt, the head again spreading the lips wide, then she slowly lowered herself down on him. Inside she was fantastically hot, almost burning, which turned up the excitement in him, causing him to question his belief that he was through for at least an hour or so, even if he did have a hard-on again.

Instead of just starting to pump once she was all the way down, with his cock filling her cunt, Debra just sat there for a few seconds, looking at the expression of bliss on the man's face. Then shocking thrills began to run through his body, thrills which were reflected in his face, as Debra started a rhythmic massage of his cock with the walls of her cunt, rippling her muscles, not moving outside, but really turning him on with inside motions that were absolutely artistic in their effectiveness.

He couldn't stop his hands from going around her, grabbing Debra by the ass, and his hips arched as he ground his crotch up against hers, pushing himself into her as far as he could. Debra smiled down at him, then began to pump slowly up and down, at the same time moving in little circles and continuing that internal massage of his cock. Heat flooded through his body and he knew that he was going to come again at any second.

Just when he knew he couldn't take it any. longer, she slammed down on him, taking his cock all the way into her cunt again, and those inside muscles actually pulled him another half an inch into Debra's clutching cunt. Then, with a scream and a locking of those beautifully trained muscles, Debra came, and the man fired another load, a load he didn't know he had, into her at the same time. He pumped everything he had up her cunt, and she sucked out even more with those squeezing muscular ripples of her cunt walls. Then Debra collapsed over him with a deep sob of satisfaction, and this time the man was really sure he was through for the rest of the day and night. He didn't know all of Debra's talents, though, or he wouldn't have thought that.

For several long minutes, Debra didn't move, and slowly the man dropped his hands from her hips, which he had been using as handles to control Debra's movements. He started to squirm his body out from under her inert form, but Debra wasn't quite through yet, and much to his surprise, the man. found that he wasn't, either.

Debra lifted her body into the air, sliding his cock out of her cunt, then she moved down on the bed, without looking directly at the man, until her face was right over his still hard cock. A cock he couldn't believe was still standing after what it had been through. She lowered her head, her lips wrapping around the head of it, then she put some really strong suction on it. As he watched, and felt it, his cock slowly slid into her mouth, further and further, sending new thrills through him.

The man felt the head of his cock touch the back of Debra's mouth, then he felt her throat muscles working, relaxing, pulling, and suddenly Debra was giving him the deep throat treatment, taking his cock all the way down into her throat until her lips were wrapped tight around the base of it.

The feeling was unreal, especially to a man who had never had a girl give him some deep throat action before, and in seconds he shocked the hell out of himself. He came again, for the third time in half an hour, something he hadn't even been able to do when he was a much younger, and hornier, man. He'd come three times in a night before, but only with a half-hour or so of rest between orgasms. And here was this young girl, pretty but nothing spectacular, bringing him to an orgasm three times in rapid succession. It was unreal.

"That was good!" the man said softly, too exhausted now to even move. He reached down and ran his fingers down Debra's cheek in a gentle caress.

"Glad you liked it," Debra said, smiling at him from where she was resting her head on his thigh. "I always like to see a man get his money's worth."

"Is that a hint that it's time to pay up?" he asked.

"Well, unless you think you're ready for act four?"

"Not hardly." The man slowly rolled off the bed, getting to his feet with a groan. "God, I won't be able to fuck again for a month." He picked up his wallet from the dresser and took several bills from it, handing them to Debra.

"Oh, I'm sure it won't be that long," Debra said with a laugh as she took the money from him without counting it. "You're quite a man." She got off the bed and without looking back walked into the living room, where she quickly got into her dress and put the money into her purse. She looked back into the bedroom and saw that the man was again collapsed on the bed, and it looked like he was going to sleep. She walked back into the bedroom, bent over the bed, kissed him gently on the lips, then let herself out of the hotel room quietly, a satisfied smile on her face. Not only had she made herself some pretty good money that afternoon, but she had satisfied several of her body's needs. Needs which had been plaguing her for almost a week. The need for sex-and the need to feel someone else inside of her. Someone besides Frank, the husband she hated.

When Debra got home it was still quite early, and she now regretted not making two "appointments" for this particular Wednesday. She wandered around the house for a while, looking for something to do, but the house was spotless. A check of the TV Guide showed that there was nothing on she was interested in watching, and after reading the same page of a book three times, without having the slightest idea of what she had read, she gave up on trying to read.

For lack of anything else to do Debra walked next door, to Marcie's house. She and Marcie had been very close friends for several years, but lately, ever since Debra had taken up her new Wednesday profession, they had drifted slightly apart.

The back door into Marcie's kitchen was open and Debra let herself in. She called out and got no answer, then heard the sound of the shower running. She began to rummage through the refrigerator, prodding at an assortment of cold and generally unappetizing looking leftovers, then settled for a piece of cold meatloaf and a glass of milk. Finishing the meatloaf, she took the glass into the living room, looking around for a magazine to look at and not finding one she hadn't already seen, then walked down the hall and tapped on the bathroom door. "Marcie? It's me, Debra."

"I'm taking a shower," Marcie called somewhat unnecessarily through the closed door. Debra tried the knob and found the door unlocked so she entered, closing the door quickly as steam billowed out into the hallway. "Christ!" she said. "It's like a steam bath in here. How can you see to get yourself clean?" After wiping off the beaded moisture Debra sat down on the toilet seat.

"By braille," Marcie said through the shower door. "Was there something in particular you wanted, or have you just turned into a shower voyeur?"

"I was bored with sitting at home, so I thought I'd come over and see what you were up to," Debra said.

"Well, you could have waited until I got out of the shower to come visiting."

"It's more fun this way." Debra couldn't help giggling when she realized that Marcie was probably ready to come out of the shower, but was staying in because of embarrassment.

The shower door clicked open an inch and Marcie's hand emerged. "Hand me a towel, will you?" she asked.

"Nope."

"Will you quit clowning and hand me a towel?"

"Get the towel yourself." Debra said, laughing.

Obviously angry, Marcie stomped from the shower, hurriedly wrapped a towel around herself and started for the door. Debra set her almost empty glass of milk down on the sink as her friend pushed past her, her nose in the air.

"Thanks a lot, Marcie," she said. "You make me feel like a dyke or something."

Marcie stopped dead, a strange expression on her face. She turned towards Debra, studying her. Debra remained seated on the toilet, avoiding Marcie's eyes, her gaze fixed on the blank wall in front of her.

"Are you serious?" Marcie asked. "Do you really think I'd think something like that about you?"

Debra continued to stare at the blank wall. "It's not something I'm likely to joke about," she said.

"You don't honestly believe that I think you're a lesbian, do you?" Marcie asked again, a half smile on her lips as if she was sure this was all a joke, but not a very funny one.

"Forget it," Debra said. "What difference does it make?"

"No! I can't forget it. You're my best friend. I mean, my God, I don't want you thinking that I think you're..."

"I said forget it," Debra interrupted. "It's not that important."

Marcie took off her shower cap, looking at Debra who still sat motionless, now looking at the floor. At first Marcie got sort of mad herself that Debra would think she would think such a thing, but then the realization came that here she was, a full-grown woman, deliberately hiding her naked body from her best friend, making an insult of it. And now her nakedness, or lack of it, had become a test of their friendship. Marcie let her towel slip to the floor and she struck a show girl pose, clowning to overcome her embarrassment. "Ta-taaaaaa," she sang, and Debra looked up at her in astonishment, a smile coming to her face.

For a moment there was an almost tangible strain in the room between them, then Debra laughed, and the laughter eased her tension and Marcie's embarrassment. Then Marcie laughed with her, laughed because she was happy that Debra was apparently no longer mad at her. She picked up her towel and began drying herself. "All of that was really sort of stupid," she said.

"Well, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of," Debra said, looking at her. "Listen, any time you want to trade bodies, let me know. You've got a tremendous build."

"Do you really think so?"

"Are you kidding? Just look in the mirror."

Marcie finished drying herself, wiped the steam from the mirror with her towel, and began brushing her hair, her full breasts bouncing with the vigor of her brush strokes.

"You know, this may sound sort of strange," Debra said, "but would you mind if I took a shower, too? I mean, I know I live right next door, and that I've my own shower over there,- but it feels so good in here, and the idea of a hot shower is so appealing, so if you don't mind ..."

Marcie turned to her, smiling. "You want me to leave the room while you undress?" she asked. They both laughed, and Debra quickly stripped off her clothes.

While Debra undressed, Marcie sat down on the toilet seat Debra had vacated and dried between her toes. Relaxed from the hot water of the shower, she was almost dozing on the toilet seat. But when Debra leaned over and licked her tongue across one of her nipples she woke up in a hurry, pulling away.

"What are you doing?" she asked, shock and surprise in her voice.

"Just showing you how much I like you," Debra answered. "There, isn't anything wrong with that, is there?"

"That's a funny way to say you like some one," Marcie said. "Isn't that the kind of thing lesbians do? The kind of thing we were just talking about?"

"Yeah, I guess it is. But you know I'm not a lesbian, don't you? After all, we've known each other for a long time. And you know what I do on Wednesdays. And that's certainly not the kind of thing a lesbian would do, is it?"

"I guess you're right," Marcie said slowly "Have you ever tried ... tried, ah, making love to a woman, though? I mean, the way they talk about in books?"

"Yes, I have," Debra answered. "But it isn't the way they say it is in the books and in all those dirty jokes and so on. Love between two women can be really beautiful. Making love with men is out of sight, a real turn-on, but it's a heavy thing. It's not light and beautiful like it is with a woman. Only a woman can really understand the way another woman feels. Let me show you what I mean."

Debra bent over Marcie again, running her tongue tip around the edge of Marcie's nipple, then put a little sucking kiss right on the end of it. At first Marcie's body tightened up, but the shudder of excitement that passed through her very being was like nothing she had ever felt before. Not just the excitement of being kissed on her nipple, but the added excitement of the tenderness with which Debra did it and the quick thrill of doing something which she knew was wrong.

Debra settled down on her haunches, facing Marcie, and put her arms around the seated girl. She brought her lips down in a kiss that was more tender than Marcie had imagined a kiss could be. It went on and on, with their tongues just barely brushing together, then Debra brought one hand up to caress Marcie's breast, and she felt a floor of pure sexual excitement rushing through her body. Debra's arms went around Marcie, and when they did, Debra began to press harder and harder against her, her lips crushing against Marcie's, their tongues darting in and out and around each other in a dance that was no longer just tender, but now purely sexual in every connotation.

Finally the kiss broke, Debra pulled her head back, smiled at Marcie, then dropped her head again, her lips kissing and sucking at Marcie's nipple. Marcie felt one hand pressing between her thighs, and she started to speak, but before she could get a word out Debra again pressed their lips together, her tongue searching deep within Marcie's mouth.

Debra moved one of her hands from behind Marcie, rubbing it lightly across Marcie's belly, then ending it down into the hair between Marcie's legs. She kept kissing the seated girl, with more and more passion, passion that Marcie returned in full measure as Debra's fingers entwined in the patch of pubic hair, tugging slightly, sending little shocks of pleasure mixed with pain through Marcie's body. Marcie brought her hands up and began to fondle Debra's breasts, as Debra had fondled hers, and even more of that curious new excitement began to pour through her system in steady, irresistible waves.

Debra's breasts felt so warm and full and soft that Marcie just had to kiss them. She broke their tongue-searching kiss and then began to suck madly on one1 of Debra's nipples. She could feel Debra's breath coming faster and faster, the same as hers, and it felt so good that she involuntarily arched her back, almost pushing Debra back onto the bathroom floor.

Debra got up without saying a word, took Marcie's hand, lifted her off the toilet seat, then led her out into the living room and over to the couch. Using her hands to guide Marcie's faltering steps, she laid her down on the couch, putting her legs up on the cushions and stretching her out.

Debra looked down at Marcie for a few seconds, then knelt on the floor next to the couch and began showering kisses all over her stomach and thighs, at the same time running her hands up and down inside Marcie's thighs. One finger went back between Marcie's legs and into her, and without conscious thought the prone girl spread her legs apart.

When Marcie did that Debra shot her head forward like a striking snake. Her finger pulled out of Marcie's moist cunt and her tongue shot in, wiggling and turning, sliding in and out, the most tender, exciting tool of love that Marcie had ever felt inside her willing body. Men had done that to Marcie before, but it had never excited her with the same intensity that she was getting from Debra's tongue. She could hear herself moaning and feel her body twisting about on the couch as the excitement climbed towards a peak that could only end with complete release.

Marcie's hands sought out Debra's body, and the next thing she knew Debra was up on the couch with her, her legs on either side of Marcie's shoulders, her patch of pubic hair and wetly gleaming slit only inches from Marcie's face. Marcie turned her head to kiss the inside of Debra's thigh, then turned the other way to kiss the other side. Debra's tongue was driving her right out of her mind it felt so good, and Marcie slid her tongue into Debra's pussy, as deeply as she could, wiggling the tip around inside, the same way Debra was doing to her.

When Marcie did that, Debra's legs tightened around her, squeezing her, and Debra began to move her tongue in and out faster and faster. Marcie tried to match her speed, grabbing her hips and pulling Debra's body down tight on her face. In seconds Marcie felt the gathering tension and the tremendous burning between her legs that told her she was ready. Then every muscle in her body locked in a spasm as she came and came and came, at the same time feeling Debra's body, above hers, shuddering in a matching orgasm.

Marcie collapsed back on the couch, hardly able to breath, and the two of them lay there like that for several minutes, neither saying a word, both lost in their own thoughts.

"Do you think that I could do what you're doing?" Marcie asked suddenly. "Huh?"

"On Wednesdays. Do you think I could make money as a call girl?" At first Debra thought Marcie must be joking, but then she saw that the younger girl's expression was completely serious and that she was blushing slightly.

"Christ!" Debra exclaimed. "That's quite a jump, isn't it? I mean, from afraid of being nude in front of your best friend to becoming a hooker?"

"To be truthful," Marcie said, "I've been thinking about it for quite some time. I've seen the new clothes you've been getting, and how you've freed yourself from total dependence on Frank, and I wondered if maybe we could work together. You know, just to get me started."

"I think we'd make a fantastic team," Debra said, smiling. "But why don't you think about it a bit more? Think about it until Monday, then let me know. If you still want to give it a try, I'll see if I can't set up a double for Wednesday. Okay?"

"Okay, I'll let you know," Marcie said as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep. Debra looked down at her, a soft smile on her lips, then she pulled an Afghan over the sleeping form and left for her own house, already making plans of what the two of them could do together, and how much money they could make doing it.