Chapter 4
"Ah, my sweet pet," said Suzanne to Anne, as they entered their apartment, "it was wonderful seeing Gregory again, wasn't it?"
"Oh yes," Anne smiled as she shut the door. "It was a most magnificent afternoon."
They walked into the living room. Karin was sitting on the sofa, languid and listless. The two French girls looked at each other, that "something's wrong with that fool Karin" look.
Karin was upset that they had come home. She wanted to be alone, sit by herself to figure out what had gone wrong. Charlotte had seemed so wonderfully uninhibited in bed, much less embarrassed than Karin had expected her to be. Karin couldn't understand the sudden brush-off.
Unless ... Of course! That must be it! How silly of Karin not to think of it before. Charlotte had seemed unperturbed by her initial lesbian experience, but deep down inside, she must've been scared. She had kept her cool remarkably through the entire experience, but had panicked after she came, realizing what she had done. Karin would give her time to calm down and cool off. Everything would be alright once Charlotte accepted what had happened. Karin knew from experience that it was a difficult process.
"How are you, Karin?" chirped Anne. She was feeling so good from their little afternoon bout that not even one of Karin's depressions could spoil it.
"All right. Pretty good, in fact." Karin felt more cheerful now that she realized the cause of Charlotte's behavior. After all, it had been a pretty productive afternoon. Karin and Charlotte had been lovers. It was only the beginning of a beautiful romance, Karin thought.
Anne and Suzanne looked at each other in surprise, in surprise and relief. They were feeling too good to cope with Karin's silly problems. And she never kept them to herself, either. Karin always made sure you knew when she was depressed, even daring to become annoyed that one did not become depressed oneself in sympathy. The two French lovers thought she was absurd and unrealistic.
"We went to visit Gregory," Suzanne announced.
"Oh," said Karin, "who's he?"
"You remember," said Suzanne, "the guy we always talk about who went to California. He's back now. We've invited him to the party."
"Oh, that reminds me," said Karin. "Charlotte came by and I invited her and Marie." Karin wondered if she should say that Charlotte had been looking for Anne.
"Good, good," Anne replied. "I'm delighted. Did she accept?"
"I think they'll come," said Karin. She wondered why she should feel reluctant to tell Anne that Charlotte had been looking for her. After all, Charlotte and Karin were lovers, not Charlotte and Anne.
"That's delightful." Anne turned to Suzanne. "Isn't it?"
"I'm glad," Suzanne said. "I've often wanted to get to know them better. They seem nice, even if they are straight. And from what you said about your little talk with Charlotte, maybe they're not as straight as they seem to be, or as they think they are.
Karin smiled to herself, smug with her own little secret. Charlotte wasn't straight anymore, Karin had seen to that. Karin's heart still thrilled at the memory of Charlotte's burning lips.
"They both seem sensual," said Suzanne. "Maybe one of them will go for Greg-he's always looking for a single woman, incurable romantic that he is."
"Ah, yes," cried Anne, "he's romantic, but at least he's a sensible person who enjoys sex. But in his heart, he constantly wishes for a single woman to be everything to him. It is of no use arguing with him. One cannot convince him that the more lovers one has, the more satisfying life is."
"But he doesn't take it seriously enough to deprive himself of fun," Suzanne pointed out. "Let the boy have his dreams; let him have his romantic fling. I'm sure Greg won't be able to stick with one woman for too long a time. He's much too horny."
"That much is true," laughed Anne. "But let him have a fling with Marie, if it is to be one of our neighbors. I've got my eye on Charlotte, myself."
Fierce jealousy filled Karin's heart. How dare Anne think of Charlotte like that? It was almost indecent. Anne and Suzanne were like animals, not people, when it came to sex. How dare she think of precious gentle Charlotte in that manner?
Karin didn't want to hear any more talk. She got up from the couch and headed for her room. She had some studying to do, she said, as she left.
"Naughty Anne!" Suzanne reprimanded. "How cruel of you to upset her like that, knowing how she longs for Charlotte!"
"Just preparing her, my sweet pet, for I intend to seduce our lovely young neighbor."
"Well then," smiled Suzanne, "I must seek out my own exciting partner at the party, if you intend to desert me."
Laughing, the two girls embraced each other. Suzanne rose and went to the telephone. She had some calls to make. Anne went into the kitchen to make lunch. She wondered why Charlotte had come over. She went into Karin's room, knocking on the door as she entered.
"Karin," she said, "I'm just curious. Did Charlotte come for any particular reason? Over here, I mean."
Karin hated to tell Anne that Charlotte was looking for her, but she was afraid to actually lie. Charlotte and Anne might talk about it and discover that she lied if she did. It was an outside chance, but Karin was afraid to take it. She would die rather than embarrass herself before her beloved.
"She came just for a visit," she said, compromising, "but she mentioned that she wanted to talk to you."
"Oh," said Anne, "is that so? I think I'll go see what she wanted."
Anne turned and left. Karin stared after her with resentment.
After having sex with Karin, Charlotte went home feeling sick to her stomach. The whole idea had been ridiculous and she was sorry she had ever attempted the experiment. The very thought of Karin's sticky pussy rubbing against her own made her want to throw up.
She ran to the bathroom and threw off all her clothes. Charlotte looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Was she a lesbian? Was she a dyke? No, no, she told herself. You just wanted to find out about it for yourself. Now that you have, just forget about it. You know it's not for you.
But the memory of sweet sensations in sucking Karin's nipple hit Charlotte in a flash. It had tasted so good, she reminded herself, so sweet , so delicious. The texture of the hard ruddy flesh had been so good to chew on, so good to suck.
I'm so confused, thought Charlotte, I don't know what I think any more. The thought of fucking a woman now makes me sick; yet, this morning it seemed like such an interesting idea. But it turned into such a disaster.
Charlotte felt a headache coming on. She grabbed for the aspirin in the medicine chest.
Stop it, she told herself. You did it, no one forced you; now stop feeling like the most horrible thing in the world has happened.
Charlotte swallowed the two little white pills, determining to put the afternoon's special event from her mind. But when she went into the shower, she cleaned her tainted pussy, with special vigor.
Charlotte came out of the shower freshly scrubbed and clean-smelling, in her robe. She heard music playing in the living room. Charlotte knew that Marie must be home. She went in to talk to her.
"Hi there," said Charlotte, "where you been?"
"I went to the library and out to lunch. You'll never guess who I ran into, " Marie replied.
"Who?"
"Kevin," said Marie, in a bitter tone.
"Really?" replied Charlotte. "What happened?"
"I went to the pizza place and he was sitting at a table by himself. So I said hello as I passed by. He said hello back. I got my pizza and came back to his table. I started chatting to him and he acted like he hardly knew me. He didn't treat me like a friend."
"What shit!" Charlotte remarked.
'SYea, isn't it?" Marie wryly said. "But enough of Kevin-he makes me sick. What did you do today?"
"Nothing much," answered Charlotte. She thought to herself that Marie should only know the things she had gone through today. But she knew she didn't want to talk about it. Not yet, anyway. "I went in to see Anne, but she wasn't home."
"Oh," said Marie.
"Karin was, though, and she invited us to a party they're having Saturday night."
"Well, that's good," said Marie. "Maybe there'll be some decent men."
Charlotte looked sceptical.
"I wouldn't bet on it," she said.
The doorbell rang. Marie went to answer it. Charlotte heard voices talking and laughing. Marie returned with Anne.
"Charlotte," said Anne, "I stopped by to see you. Karin tells me you were looking for me before."
"Hi, yes, I was." Charlotte wondered if Karin had told Anne anything else. She hoped not. She was embarrassed by what she had done and just wanted to forget it. Charlotte didn't want anyone to know, unless she chose to tell them.
"Did you want anything in particular?"
"No, nothing. I was just bored," Charlotte replied.
"Well, I hope Karin amused you, in my absence," Anne said.
"Not really," Charlotte remarked. Anne thought there was just a hint of irony in her tone.
"Anne," said Marie, "Charlotte tells me that you're having a party and we're invited."
"Yes, I'm glad Karin mentioned it. You will come, won't you? Both of you?"
"I'll come," said Marie.
"How about you?" Anne said to Charlotte.
"I don't know," she replied. Charlotte was reluctant to go to the party, reluctant to face Karin, after what had happened. But she knew she couldn't avoid Karin forever, and she knew that she shouldn't let the past interfere with the present and future. What was done was done.
Anne looked disappointed. "I was so looking forward to your being there," she said. "In fact, I was telling Suzanne yesterday that we'd made a mistake in not inviting you to our parties before this. Not very neighborly of us."
"That's all right," said Marie. "You've invited us now, haven't you?"
"Yes," said Anne, "but Charlotte, is there any reason you don't want to come?"
Charlotte didn't know what to say. She couldn't very well tell the truth. Even if she could bring herself to confess that she'd gone to bed with Karin, she would feel like an idiot admitting that she was afraid to face her again. It was stupid and she felt foolish.
There was no reason on earth that she shouldn't attend the party. In fact, it had been quite some time since she'd last been to a party and she wanted to go. Charlotte just wished that Karin wasn't going to be there.
But still, it was a stupid reason to deprive herself of an evening's pleasure. She would face Karin and act like nothing had happened. Not that she would pretend it didn't, but that it didn't mean anything. And it didn't, she told herself. It was only an experiment. It didn't mean a thing.
"Oh, I'll come," she said. "I want to come. I was just worried about a paper I have to write."
"Oh, come on Charlotte," said Marie, "you're not going to spend Saturday night writing a paper, not when there's a party going on right next door."
"You're right," Charlotte replied. "It was a ridiculous idea. But it only lasted about ten seconds."
The girls laughed. Anne stood up.
"I've got to go," she said, "and do some studying of my own. I'm glad you both can make it, and Suzanne will be too."
"Thanks for inviting us," said Marie. Charlotte nodded her head in agreement.
"See you on Saturday," said Charlotte, as Anne left the apartment.
"Well," said Marie, "what do you think of that?"
"Of what?" asked Charlotte.
"She seemed anxious for us to come."
"I think," Charlotte replied, "that she and Suzanne regret that they haven't been as friendly to us as they should have. Not that they've been unfriendly, but we've never been invited to any of their parties before."
"Maybe they were afraid that we'd disapprove of what goes on there," Marie suggested.
"I think so," Charlotte agreed, wondering what Marie would think is she knew what had happened over there this very afternoon.
Charlotte stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to make her drink. She knew she should have stayed home and studied, but she just couldn't concentrate on her work. Her mind kept flashing memories of her afternoon in bed with Karin.
Charlotte finally got disgusted with herself for not being able to forget about it. She decided that what she needed was a good male fuck. A thick juicy cock ramming in and out of her tender twat was just the thing to make her forget all about lesbians. She knew that if she had a man, or better yet, a few men to fuck, she never would have tried out a woman's touch. Charlotte was determined to remedy the situation that made her behave so that she was ashamed of herself. And she had to admit that she was ashamed of what had happened that afternoon, even though she knew she had nothing to be ashamed about.
Charlotte sat down on a barstool as a girl got up and left. She looked over the men. There was one standing by the jukebox who didn't look too bad. She wished she could get a closer look.
I'll finish this drink, then go over to play the jukebox, she thought. Then I can get a better look.
Just then, the man at the jukebox caught her eye. She stared straight at him, not afraid to let him know that she'd been giving him the eye. To her surprised delight, he made his way over to where she was sitting.
"Hi," he said, "what's your name?"
"Charlotte," she replied.
"I'm Jerry," he said.
Charlotte looked him over. He was even better close up than he had been from a distance. Jerry was blonde and good looking with a muscular body and a sexy way of carrying himself. He seemed like he would be a great fuck. Charlotte decided that she would have him.
"Well Jerry," she said, "you caught me staring at you."
"So I did," he laughed. "Did you like what you saw?"
"Very much," Charlotte coyly replied.
Jerry seemed to grow excited. Charlotte knew her come-on would work.
"Do you come here often?" he asked.
"Not very," Charlotte answered. "I'm not crazy about crowded bars."
"Me neither," he said.
"You want to leave?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" Jerry asked, rather suggestively.
"I don't live far," Charlotte replied. "I've got some dope too. Let's go to my place."
"Sounds like a good idea," said Jerry. "Finish your drink."
Charlotte gulped down the remaining liquid, anxious to move things along. Jerry was good-looking, and form what she could tell, he seemed to be intelligent and self-assured. It promised to be a good fuck at least, if nothing else.
Charlotte sat on the living room sofa with Jerry, toking on a thick joint. Marie was home, but she was in her room studying. For all practical purposes, she and Jerry were alone. She tickled his hand with her fingers as she passed him the stick of marijuana.
"I'm so stoned," Charlotte sighed.
"Me too," said Jerry, crushing the roach in the ashtray. "It's out," he added.
Charlotte lay back her head and streched her limbs. The pulse of the rhythmic music swept right through her. She was horny as hell and knew she could count on getting fucked. It had been lucky that she had met Jerry, today of all days, when she needed a man's cock in her the most.
"Well, you're crazy, Mama, With your ball and chain."
Charlotte's body trembled as the sensuous crooning of Mick Jagger stimulated her hormones. Charlotte was being enticed with all her senses: the throbbing music with suggestive lyrics, the sight of sexy Jerry swaying in time to the music, the feel of the soft cushion beneath her relaxing her muscles. She wet her lips with her tongue, wishing that Jerry would kiss her.
"This music is so sexy," she breathlessly said.
Jerry put his hand in her hair, stroking the brown silky curls. Charlotte tingled with excitement. She moved closer to him, brushing her shoulder against the side of his magnificent body.
Jerry covered her lips with his mouth and burned Charlotte with a hot passionate kiss. He thrust his hot eager tongue into the depths of her mouth. Their tongues wrestled in passion. Charlotte flung her hands around his neck. She was loose, letting it all hang out. She kissed him backwith uncontrollable frenzy.
Jerry tenderly nibbled on her milky white neck flesh, fluttering kisses on the soft white skin. Charlotte moaned with hot desire. Jerry slipped a hand inside her blouse, feeling for her trembling hot titties. Charlotte felt fits of passion throb and pulse in her cunt as he squeezed her nipples. She was so excited, she couldn't control herself.
She wildly covered Jerry's face and neck with kisses, lapping her moist tongue along his sensitive skin.
"Mmnnn," she uttered.
Jerry looked at her and smiled. He was obviously enjoying what he was doing as much as Charlotte was, but he didn't let himself show it the way that she did. The way Charlotte freely showed her sexuality made her all the more enticing to him.
He couldn't tell her or moan or show it in any other way than the sensuous movement of his hand in her tits or his mouth on her neck, but Charlotte didn't mind. She felt as if they were both revelling in the delights of the flesh and they both understood each other.
"Let's go in the bedroom," she throatily whispered in his ear.
Jerry looked as if he were surprised with delight at her suggestion. He followed her into her bedroom-she led him by the shirt. Charlotte could hardly wait to feel his wet hot body, moist with the sweat of passion, writhing on top of her own.
She let go of his shirt and started stripping. Jerry watched her, scarcely believing his eyes. He could not believe that Charlotte was so free that she'd take the initiative in undressing. He admired her for it-Jerry himself felt loath to strip in front of her watchful eyes.
Jerry would much rather make out fully clothed, pulling down his pants at the last minute. But he saw that he would appear foolish if he let on how embarrassed he was. Jerry self-conciously took his clothes off.
Charlotte flung hers on the floor, heedless of anything else but her own carnal needs. She was hot and heavy to get at his sexy masculine body. What was taking him so long?
"Hurry," she said, smiling at him with desire.
Jerry slowly folded his clothes. Charlotte wondered what was wrong. It was not as if she had seduced him. It had been a mutual agreement, a mutual desire. Why was Jerry suddenly acting like he wanted to get out of it?
"Don't fold your clothes," she laughed, hot with desire, "at a time like this." Jerry felt embarrassed.
"I don't want them to get creased," he replied.
How can he think of that, at a time like this, thought Charlotte? Such a trivial thing as creased clothes, when you're so horny. She thought he might be a bit insecure, but she would be so natural, so comfortable in her sexuality, that he would soon forget all his hang-ups. Jerry was the most appealing man Charlotte had met in a long time. She wasn't going to let a little thing like insecurity ruin a beautiful fuck, maybe more than one, if things went well.
"Forget your clothes," she said, coming up to him and taking them from his hands. She tossed the unfolded garments carelessly aside.
She ran her fingers up and down his naked manly body. "Come on," she whispered, as she led him into the bed.
Jerry crawled on top of her, excited and scared by her aggression. He was worried that he'd do something to embarrass himself, something that would make Charlotte look down on him. He really wanted her so much. He wondered if she were too good for him.
But Charlotte didn't seem to think so. She acted like she never wanted a man so much in her life as she wanted Jerry. He wondered if that was just the way she was, if she was like that with every man she went to bed with. Charlotte was so free and natural about sex he supposed she must be very experienced.
Jerry tried to relax and forget himself, tried to have a good time, enjoying the wonderful taste of Charlotte's delightful curved body. Jerry buried his head in her bosom, sucking at the sweet ruddy nipples.
Charlotte felt the pressure from his lips as he sucked her tits. She remembered how it had felt when she was sucking Karin's tits. With a surprised jolt, she realized that she had gained something from her lesbian experience. She now understood the sensations the man panting on her breast was feeling like she had never understood before. She could appreciate his frantic yearning to suck her nipples dry.
Her cunt throbbed and pulsed with excitement as she thought about it.
But Charlotte wondered why he had yet to get to her cunt. It seemed strange that he hadn't done anything to involve his cock too. Most guys shoved it in your mouth before you even had a chance to catch your breath. But Jerry was different. She kind of liked it, in a way. Charlotte thought she would like to suck his cock and compare it with sucking titty.
She reached down and grabbed his thick juicy prick with her hands. Jerry seemed excited and thrilled by her touch, but also nervous. Charlotte ignored it, hoping he'd relax and enjoy himself. Not that he didn't seem to be enjoying himself as it was; but Jerry could have an even better time if he just gave in to his lust. Charlotte wanted him to pull out all the stops.
Anything goes, she told herself, as she always did, when she was in bed. She was willing to do anything that came into her head. Right now, it came into her head to suck dick.
She stroked the fat monster dick, rubbing and stroking it with her fingers. Jerry panted with passion, yet made no attempt to get at her creamy cunt, hot with desire. Charlotte wanted him to stick his fingers in it, rub her in a frenzy of passion. But she didn't want to pressure him, so she kept it to herself.
Charlotte worked on his dick with her hands, trying to get it stiff and hard. But Jerry seemed to get more and more nervous, as things progressed, instead of less and less nervous. Charlotte didn't know what else to do, so she just kept acting like nothing was wrong. It wasn't really an act; on her part, nothing was wrong. She was really getting into his cock.
To her delight, Jerry lifted his body, pulling his dick from her hands. It dangled on top of her neck. She slipped her body down a couple of inches and grabbed at the hot dangling rod with her mouth.
She chewed and sucked at the pulsing hot stick, frantically sucking and licking with her moist lithe tongue. Charlotte made low moaning animal noises as she tasted the sweet flesh of hot cock. She closed her eyes and tried to compare it with sucking sweet titty.
It was hard to tell. Charlotte couldn't tell which she liked better. Karin had stopped the action too quickly for Charlotte to get a good understanding of the taste of hot tit. But forget about that; sucking hot male meat was fantastic and she really was getting into it.
Charlotte licked and sucked so furiously that it didn't occur to her that Jerry wasn't doing a thing. Usually, men liked to ram it down your throat, but Jerry just held it there, letting her suck. At first, that is. All of a sudden, he pulled his cock from her mouth, gently and slowly, as if he didn't want her to know that he didn't want her to blow him.
"Don't bite it off," he said, with a little nervous laugh.
Charlotte looked at him in puzzlement. She couldn't understand it. Charlotte thought that once he realized she was willing to do anything, he'd relax and let himself go. But not wanting his juicy prick sucked, that was too much. Charlotte had never encountered anything like it in her life.
"I don't think you have to worry," she said, a little sarcastically. But she let the thick cock drop from her mouth. She wasn't going to force anything on anybody.
Well, she thought, this isn't turning out exactly like you thought it would, but something can still be salvaged. Maybe he just wants to stick to straight sex. Charlotte guided his cock to her pussy, thinking that they had best get on with it. Jerry would probably relax once he had to concentrate on coming to climax. She couldn't imagine a guy digging his thick juicy prick in her hot pot of honey without getting off on it.
Charlotte felt Jerry rub his thick prick against her hot snatch. She moved her pussy closer to his cock, trying to help him find her hole. With a sharp sense of surprise, Charlotte suddenly realized that he couldn't get it up.
Charlotte realized that it was important not to pressure the man. She now understood everything that had been going on much better. Jerry must have problems getting it up, that's why he had been so nervous. How silly, she thought, that he should worry about it. Of course Charlotte realized that he couldn't help it, that these things happen. Charlotte realized that he must want to get it up as badly as she wanted him to get it up.
Jerry rolled over on his back. He didn't seem to know what to do. Charlotte lay down beside him, snuggling up beside his fine manly body. She put her hand on his hairy chest and softly stroked his body. She still liked him, still wanted him. She was sure he'd be able to get it up-if not now, then some other time. Jerry was still the most appealing man she had met in months. A little thing like this was only a temporary hindrance.
"Sometimes," Jerry slowly said, "when I smoke pot I get very intellectual."
Charlotte understood. He was trying to tell her that he didn't want to fuck, probably because he was afraid he couldn't. It was alright-they could fuck some other time. She would be careful not to seem disappointed, even though her hot cunt was dripping with the juices of desire, and throbbing with insatiable passion.
"Does it?" she said. "It makes me more physical."
She didn't mean to sound complaining, and she didn't, but Jerry couldn't help feeling abnormal. He knew that pot made him more horny too, but he could offer no other explanation for his failure. Jerry failed to realize that Charlotte didn't require an explanation.
"I've got a lot of things on my mind," he told her.
"What's the matter?" she asked. She was interested too. Jerry was obviously intelligent. Charlotte liked his personality.
"Oh, just things." There was a pause, pregnant with silence. "I wonder why people seem to be afraid of things," he added, almost in a whisper.
Charlotte knew that he was referring to himself in part. But she decided to take it in a broader, less general sense. She felt it would help him to feel more comfortable. It was silly that he should feel uncomfortable when she understood. Charlotte was the last person in the world to be judgemental about it-Jerry was the first guy to really interest her in a long time.
"I think it all gets down to one thing," she said.
"What's that?"
"People are afraid to die," said Charlotte.
Jerry looked at her intently. "But that's a heavy trip, death," he insisted.
"Yes," said Charlotte calmly, "it is."
They looked at each other, both understanding the irony of life. Charlotte was so moved that she kissed his trembling lips, as much from compassion as lust.
"What time is it?" asked Jerry, pulling from her.
Charlotte looked at the clock. "It's almost eleven," she whispered.
"I have to go," said Jerry, getting up and starting to dress. He sounded as if he were relieved and reluctant to be leaving, both at the same time.
"All right," Charlotte replied, getting out of bed. She went to her closet and slipped on a robe. She didn't want Jerry to leave, but she was not going to try and talk him out of it. All she could do was let him know that she liked him.
Jerry was dressed. She took him by the hand and walked him to the door. He seemed embarrassed by her affectionate gesture. Charlotte knew she wanted to see him again, but she didn't know if he intended to ask for her phone number.
"Maybe we can get together some other time," she said. Charlotte hoped that he understood that she wasn't just referring to sex. It was hard to tell what was going on in his mind; he seemed so strange.
"Yes, maybe," Jerry replied. He seemed flattered by her remark, yet he made no mention of her phone number.
They stood in the doorway, looking at each other.
"Well, goodbye," said Charlotte, sadly accepting that he wasn't going to ask for her phone number, that he didn't intend to see her again.
Jerry bent down and kissed her lips. It seemed to Charlotte that he felt obligated; yet, she sensed a real affection, an affection it was hard for him to show, in the action.
"Goodbye," he said.
Jerry turned and left. Charlotte shut the door and locked it.