Chapter 6
Charlotte went to bed that night depressed and thoughtful. It was hard to believe that two people could feel a warm sexual attraction for each other and not get together. She had done everything she could think of to make it happen, but nothing had worked. Jerry had not asked for her phone number and had she been forward enough to offer it, she doubted that he would use it.
It was so ironic! She had gone out, hoping for a great fuck that would make her forget all about her sexual mistake with Karin, and not only had she picked up an attractive man, but she had met a guy that she would be interested in getting to know for something other than a one night stand. The whole thing was so stupid-it made no sense. Charlotte wondered if anything ever went right.
Charlotte had had a better time with Jerry than she had had with Karin, but that was because she liked Jerry's personality better than she liked Karin's. But sexually, both experiences had been a bust. Karin had taken sex too seriously, confusing it with love. Jerry had taken sex too seriously, confusing it with ego. Charlotte just wanted to sleep with someone who could forget about everything but their own wanton desires, just like Charlotte could.
It made her think, this comparison. Charlotte wondered if fucking a different woman would make a difference in her attitude towards lesbianism. Charlotte wondered if she would dig it had she fucked someone like Anne, who seemed to be free and easy in her own sexuality. She remembered how good it had felt, the few moments that Karin had allowed her to suck her nipples. Charlotte fell asleep in her confusion, having strange and mysterious dreams in her sleep.
In the morning, she decided that she needed to talk things over with Marie, in order to clarify her own thoughts. She got out of bed to go to Marie's room, but ran into her roommate in the bathroom.
"Oh, hi," said Marie, turning around. She had a toothbrush in her hand and was squeezing the toothpaste from the tube onto the tiny bristles.
"Hi."
"How was that guy you were with last night?" Marie asked. "He was very sexy. Was he good in bed?"
"He couldn't get it up," Charlotte replied.
"You're kidding!"
"I'm serious. I really liked him too."
"Are you going to see him again?" Marie inquired.
"I doubt it," Charlotte replied. "He didn't ask for my phone number. I think he was embarrassed."
"Probably," said Marie.
"But it's so stupid," Charlotte insisted. "I didn't act all offended or disappointed or anything. I mean, it was disappointing, but it wasn't the most important thing. I knew he couldn't help it."
"It doesn't matter," said Marie. "His ego was hurt. He felt inadequate."
"But I didn't think that. I thought he was much better than most men I meet. That's what's so annoying. I meet one I finally like who's not only after a lay, and then this has to happen."
"I know," said Marie. "It really sucks."
Charlotte watched as Marie brushed her teeth. She wondered what Marie would think if she told her about fucking Karin. She needed to talk to someone about it. Charlotte knew that Marie would not think she was sick or perverted if she told her. She decided she would.
"Marie," she said, as the girl rinsed her mouth, "I have to talk to you about something."
"One minute," Marie gurgled. She finished rinsing her mouth and looked up. "What is it?" she asked.
"Let's go in the living room," said Charlotte. "This one is a biggie."
Marie followed her inside, wondering what it could be.
"Sounds ominous," she said, sitting down. "You won't believe it," said Charlotte, "but it's true."
"What is?"
"I fucked Karin yesterday."
"What!" exclaimed Marie. She was stunned.
"Don't look so shocked," said Charlotte, blushing.
"I'm sorry," said Marie, recovering herself. "It's just that I can't believe it. But go ahead. I want to hear about this."
"Well, I told you about the conversation I had with Anne, remember?"
"Yes," replied Marie.
"I went looking for her yesterday, to talk some more. It was in the back of my mind that something might happen, that she might make a pass. I didn't have a plan of action in case she did, I was just going to play it by ear."
"But you said you fucked Karin," said Marie.
"I did, I did," said Charlotte, with regret. "But I'll get to that part later. Just shut up and listen."
"Okay," said Marie.
"Anne wasn't home, but Karin was. I didn't intend to talk to her about homosexuality; in fact, I didn't even intend to stay. But she started talking and one thing led to another and the topic came up."
"But it's one thing to talk about it and another to do it. Especially with Karin. What happened?"
"She propositioned me," Charlotte replied. 'That's about the size of it. At first, I refused, but I was interested in what it would be like to make love to another woman, so I could judge for myself."
"But Karin?" asked Marie, dubious. "I'm sorry, go on," she added, noticing the look of impatience on Charlotte's face.
"No," said Charlotte, "you're right. It was a mistake. That girl is sick, Marie, out of her mind. And it has nothing to do with being gay."
"I would think that you'd fuck someone better than that, if you wanted to try it out," said Marie.
"I should've known better," Charlotte said. "You know, I'm beginning to think that Karin's in love with me."
"She does look at you awfully funny sometimes," Marie remarked.
"She was crazy in bed. You know, once I decided to do it, I tried to get into it, but she acted like a macho guy taking a virgin to bed. It was sickening." Charlotte winced at the memory.
"What did she do?" asked Marie, with genuine curiousity.
"She was all lovey-dovey, kissing me with such emotion. I felt sick. But I decided to ignore her and try and get my own pleasure."
"What was it like?" asked Marie, "fucking a woman. Did you come? Was it sexy?"
"Not really," Charlotte replied. "But I'm not sure if it was because of Karin or because I don't find women sexy. There was one part I was really getting into, but she manipulated it so that I didn't get to do it long enough to really find out about it."
"What was that?"
"Sucking her nipples," said Charlotte, trying not to be embarrassed. "I'd always wondered what it was like for a guy to do it, so I figured I'd try it out. I was starting to like it, but Karin had other ideas."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know," said Charlotte. "It's hard to describe. Karin acted like I shouldn't do anything assertive and when I did, she took control. I let her do it because I was in a strange situation and she had more experience. But fucking her was not even as good as masturbating. I didn't need her fingers in my pussy-I'd rather use my own."
"I know," said Marie. "There's nothing like a cock."I
"I don't know about that," said Charlotte. "I can't seem to find one that's halfway decent."
"That's true," said Marie.
"So now I'm wondering," Charlotte continued, "if I didn't like fucking a woman or I didn't like fucking Karin. It seems to me that a sensual woman who's not afraid to show her lust would be a lot more fun than a guy who can't get it up."
"But you said it was like masturbating," said Marie.
"That's just it. Maybe it was because of the way Karin did it," Charlotte replied. "There must be more to it if someone like Anne digs it."
"Maybe," said Marie, "but I think I'll stick to men."
"I don't know," said Charlotte. "I'm getting pretty desperate and I'm always horny."
"What happened afterwards?" asked Marie. "Did you come?"
"No," replied Charlotte. "I pretended to, so I could get the hell out of there. Then I went home and took a shower."
"Well," said Marie, "it's interesting that you did it."
"Yes," said Charlotte, knowing that Marie wouldn't have done it.
Later, alone in her room, Marie couldn't help thinking about what Charlotte had revealed. In truth, she had been greatly surprised. She could never imaging fucking a woman herself, never in a million years. She just didn't have any desire to do it.
And fucking Karin, of all people. Marie could hardly believe it. Karin was a sappy, emotional wreck, and just about the unsexiest person you could ever think of. Charlotte must have indeed been desperate, Marie thought.
Well, she said to herself, don't judge her too harshly. You yourself know what it's like to be constantly horny and never have anyone to fuck. Knowing that there'd be women to fuck, women who were likable and sexy, right across the hall, as to make you think. But Karin?
Marie supposed that Charlotte had been a victim of circumstance. She had gone into the apartment looking for Anne, after all. She admitted considering the possibility of sleeping with Anne. It had been on her mind and Marie had thought for some time that Karin was after Charlotte's ass. She even felt sometimes that Karin was jealous of her.
Karin had picked up on what was on Charlotte's mind and used it to her own advantage. But not really, Marie thought, as the only thing she accomplished was to turn Charlotte off. If only that Jerry guy had turned out all right, Charlotte would forget the whole idea of becoming a lesbian.
But oh well, Marie thought, that's her own decision. She can do what she wants with her life-it's none of my business. Charlotte is still Charlotte and I still like her. But I just can't stand why any woman would want to fuck another woman. It' seems like settling for second best, to me.
Charlotte and Marie stood outside of their neighbors' apartment, waiting for the doorbell to be answered. Sounds of laughter and music filled the hallway, coming from the party inside. Suzanne opened the door and smiled at her guests from across the hall.
"Oh, mes amies," she said, "welcome."
Charlotte and Marie made their greetings and walked inside. The smoky living room was dark and crowded. The people were strange, Marie thought. There was one guy sitting on the sofa, talking to a thin, frail girl who looked sad and somber. He had died his hair pink and wore it in an afro. He sported a sparkling lavender jacket with sequences-his jeans were studded with fake rubies.
"Look at that guy," said Marie to Charlotte, pointing.
"Where?" she asked. She was looking around, trying to figure out who to talk to.
"Pardonez-moi," said Suzanne, as the doorbell again rang. "Make yourselves at home."
She disappeared, but she never made it to the door. Suzanne was stopped by some people who passed her a pipe full of hash. Noticing, Charlotte thought it would be wise to talk to someone who had some pot.
"Let's find someone with some dope," Charlotte said to Marie.
Marie looked around. "Over there," she said, pointing to a guy with long hair who was rolling.
"Not bad," said Charlotte, referring to his looks.
"Hi," said Marie, as the girls approached him.
Gregory looked up and saw Marie's shining face and sexy figure.
"Sit down he said," his eyes gleaming welcome. "Smoke a joint with me."
"Be glad to," said Marie.
"What's your name?" Charlotte asked him, sitting down next to him. Marie sat next to Charlotte.
"Greg. And you two?"
"I'm Charlotte."
"Marie," Marie replied.
"Glad to know you," Greg said, passing the joint. "Dynamite stuff," he remarked, as Charlotte took a toke.
"So, who do you know?" asked Marie. "Who invited you to the party? Suzanne, Anne, or Karin?"
"I know Anne and Suzanne pretty good," Greg replied. "I haven't met Karin yet. They keep telling me all these wild things about her, but I can't find her."
"Don't look too hard," remarked Charlotte. "You might be sorry."
"That bad," said Greg.
"She's a nut," replied Marie. "Anne and Suzanne must have told you."
"They did, but I'd like to see this chick for myself," answered Greg.
"Well, here's your chance," said Marie, as Karin approached them.
"Your fiance for what," said Karin, as she sat down next to Greg. They were seated on a curved couch so that everyone could easily converse with everyone else. Karin could keep an eye on Charlotte from where she was sitting.
"Greg was saying that he wanted to meet you," said Charlotte. She was hoping that Karin would not act all lovey dovey to her in front of other people. She hoped Karin had forgotten all about the incident that had happened last week, but that was an unrealistic desire. All Charlotte could hope was that the girl would be too shy to show her feelings in front of strangers.
Karin had stayed in her room, nervous about the party going on outside. She had trouble dealing with people, talking to strangers, getting others to like her. Those were problems she encountered at every party she attended. But this party promised to be more trying and uncomfortable than all the others, for Charlotte had not been at the others. Karin was worried about how Charlotte would act towards her, after what had happened. They had not spoken since Charlotte had so abruptly left Karin's bed.
So Karin had stayed in her room, trying on several blouses before deciding what to wear. It was important that she look her best, to impress and attract Charlotte. Karin was hoping they could get it together, take another shot at it in bed. Karin new they'd make a wonderful couple. She just had to hope that Charlotte would recognize it.
Karin looked suspiciously at Greg. She had heard about him from Anne and Suzanne too, but she did not care to make his acquaintance. Anyone who hung around those two like he did was not her type, she thought. He was probably as cold and mean as they were.
"Hello," she coldly said.
Greg looked at her thinking, well fuck you baby. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a snobby attitude.
"I'm Greg-Anne and Suzanne's friend. You must be Karin."
"Yes," she replied. "How are you Charlotte?" she asked. "I haven't seen you since Wednsday."
Charlotte and Marie looked at each other. That was awful nervey for Karin. Usually, she passively let things happen and avoided topics that tended to be embarrassing. But here she was making a direct allusion to the past event.
Greg noticed the look and felt the tension that had come into the air the minute that Karin had sat down. He passed her the joint.
"Here you go," he said.
"No, thanks," she said.
"Don't you want to get high, Karin?" baited Marie.
"No. It makes me paranoid."
Charlotte groaned. What had ever induced her to sleep with this lunatic?
"It just makes me high," said Greg, laughing as he puffed the joint. "You've got to learn to relax, Karin."
She stared at him resentfully. Who the hell was he to tell her to relax? She hardly even knew him. He was being very presumptous, really. Greg didn't know her and he didn't understand her problems.
"It's not me," she said. "Grass affects different people differently. It makes me paranoid, that's all. I am relaxed."
Her voice trembled as she spoke. Greg shook his head to himself, not answering.
"I think you're wrong, Karin," said Marie.
"What do you mean?" asked Karin angrily, almost shaking.
"It's not the grass, it's you. It's a physical thing and the drug affects each human body in the same way. It's what's inside your head that makes you paranoid. The grass just brings it out." Marie looked to Charlotte for support.
"Marie's right," said Charlotte. "There's no reason why you shouldn't enjoy getting stoned just like everyone else."
Karin shuddered involuntarily. It was bad enough that everyone else was attacking her. But why wasn't Charlotte sticking up for her. Charlotte noticed her reaction and felt sorry for her.
"It's not that we're trying to pin something on you," she said. "It's just that we want you to enjoy it and have a good time."
Karin looked at the kindness on Charlotte's face, not noticing the pity. Perhaps it would be alright after all, she thought. Karin thought she would get Charlotte alone and talk to her. Maybe they could leave together and go back to Charlotte's apartment.
Charlotte read Karin's face and felt uncomfortable. She had been afraid of this. Things were such that she couldn't afford to be nice to Karin. Karin would now misconstrue any kindness Charlotte would show her. Charlotte figured she could only solve that problem by no longer being kind. In fact, it wouldn't hurt to be just a little nasty. She wondered how she could make the opportunity to give Karin a dig about something.
Just then, Anne appeared. Karin hated her, she was so friendly and jovial and conceited. She didn't like the way Anne was looking at Charlotte, either.
"Bon soir," she said, sitting down, squeezing between Greg and Charlotte. "What a party! Me and Suzanne keep bursting into French, just out of joy!"
Charlotte laughed. "It's nice," she said.
"Thank you, ma cherie," Anne replied.
Karin stared at Anne with resentment. That was just like her, to force herself in where she wasn't wanted. Karin didn't like the way she pushed herself in, right next to Charlotte. Karin was jealous that she wasn't sitting next to Charlotte herself.
Anne put her hand on Charlotte's arm, swirling the skin with her fingernails. Karin wanted to kill her. How dare she touch my precious Charlotte, Karin thought. Karin was perturbed to notice that Charlotte smiled at Anne's touch. What was going on?
"I'd like to speak to you, Charlotte," said Anne. "Shall we go somewhere for a little privacy? "
"Excuse us," said Charlotte, rising. "Nice meeting you," she said to Greg, as she and Anne walked away.
Karin sat bitterly picking her cuticles. Greg moved closer to Marie; they started conversing.
Karin followed Anne and Charlotte across the room with her eyes. They were standing in a corner, laughing and talking. Karin noticed that Anne leaned an arm around Charlotte's neck. She was disturbed that Charlotte didn't seem to mind. In fact, Charlotte looked like she was enjoying it.
The truth of the matter was, Charlotte was enjoying the physical contact with the woman. Anne was personable and friendly, sharp and witty, and a highly enjoyable person to be with. Charlotte delighted in her company.
"That Karin!" exclaimed Anne. "Did you see the way she looked at me?"
Charlotte nodded her head. She wondered if she ought to explain to Anne why Karin resented her. She wondered if she should tell Anne that she had slept with Karin.
"Of course," Anne continued, "she resents any overtures I make towards you. She's a very jealous girl. Karin wants you all to herself."
Charlotte stared at an in amazement. It seemed un-likely that Karin had confided in her; yet, she seemed to understand the relationship.
"You do know she's after your ass, my pet?" said Anne, noticing the puzzled look on Charlotte's face.
'Oh, oh," said Charlotte, quickly putting it together. Anne knew about Karin's crush but she didn't know it had been momentarily fulfilled. "Yes, I do."
"She'd give anything to get you in the sack, my dear, and I can't say that I blame her," said Anne, with longing in her tone.
"Well, this may come as a shock to you, but she did. Get me in the sack, that is." It was suprisingly easy for Charlotte to say this to Anne. Not so surprising, when she reflected upon it for a moment after she had said it. She had told Marie and Marie was straight. Anne was bisexual and Charlotte knew she wouldn't think anything of it. But then, there was the embarrassment of having given in to such a poor choice of a partner.
But Anne smiled as the words fell from Charlotte's lips. She knew that her task would be far easier to accomplish than she had first suspected. Charlotte had tasted the flesh of a woman before-she had gotten over the worst hurdle, that frightening first step. Anne felt assured that she would succeed in fucking Charlotte before the night was over.
"Well, you took our conversation last week seriously," she said. "I'm glad to hear it."
"Well," Charlotte replied, "it didn't work out so well."
"Didn't you enjoy it, my sweet lamb?"
"No, not really," Charlotte replied.
Anne looked thoughtful for a moment.
"No," she said, "I guess not. You slept with the wrong woman, that's all. Let me show you how wonderful the love of two women can be."
"Karin left a lot to be desired," Charlotte agreed.
"Come, sweet Charlotte," said Anne, taking her by the hand, "let me guide you to the delights of sweet pussy."
Charlotte hesitated, just for a second. Why not? She had said the same thing, used the same arguments in favor of doing it, when Karin had suggested it. That had turned into a disaster, but somehow, Charlotte felt that making love to Anne would be different. Anne was different than Karin. She was warm and sexy and spirited in her animal lust. She would probably be more fun to fuck than Jerry had been-a lot freer with her body. Charlotte thought she'd give it a go.
"Allright," she said to Anne.
Anne looked delighted. "Let's go to your apartment, where we can be alone."
Karin watched as the two girls left together. Anne had put her arm around Charlotte's waist. It was clear to her what was happening. They were going to make love.
Karin felt miserable. She had thought that Charlotte was frightened and timid about discovering her own lesbian leanings, and that's why she had rushed from Karin's arms. But obviously, she was freer than Karin had suspected. Karin couldn't understand it. She had admitted to being a lesbian for years, but she couldn't understand that Charlotte didn't fight it more than she did. Karin didn't understand that Charlotte wasn't afraid enough to let it stop her.
Karin would have been pleased had Charlotte been so eager to leave the party with her, but with Anne? It was impossible! Anne was cold and mean, Charlotte tender and warm. It was an un-likely coupling, a terrible coupling. What could Charlotte be thinking?
Karin felt her eyes swell with tears as she considered the possibility that Charlotte didn't want her. Nobody ever wanted her, nobody really ever had, except Lucy. But that had been different. Lucy was like a mother to her-a mother and a friend. She had done Karin the service of teaching her about her own sexuality. But Karin could never maintain a relationship whenever it became important to her. It was almost as if the very importance of a sexual relationship ruined it.
She wiped her face with her hand, hoping that no one would notice. No one did. Karin got up and ran to her room. She slammed the door shut and flung herself on the bed, crying.
She should have stayed-should have pulled herself together and mingled with the guests. Karin ought to have chalked Charlotte up to experience and looked for another lover-most of the guests at the party were bisexual. But she didn't. Karin retreated to her room and cried herself to exhaustion. Then, she wiped her face, put on her coat, and left.
"Come here, delight of my heart," said Anne, naked and holding open her arms as she lay on Charlotte's bed.
Charlotte crawled into the bed, eagerly falling into the embrace. She could tell right away that this would be different. Anne was passionately thrusting her sweet tongue in Charlotte's mouth, twisting and wrenching every inch of pleasure available. Anne was no sap-she hungered to fulfill her own lust as well as her partner's. Charlotte could tell that it was going to be some experience.
The lay together on the bed, on their sides, slivering and writhing all over each other. Charlotte sucked frantically on Anne's hot sliding tongue, aggressively squeezing her hot big tits while they kissed. She knew that soon she would be sucking the hard bumpy nipples and that Anne wouldn't stop her, the way Karin had.
Anne growled with lewd desire as Charlotte's fingers pinched and squeezed her soft throbbing flesh. The girl was a natural, an enchanting tigress in the bedroom. Never had a novice been so passionately wild in a bed before. Anne's hot cunt throbbed with desire as the creamy juice of passion dripped down.
Anne put her hand to Charlotte's hot pulsing pussy and rubbed the outer mound with her palm. The short wiry pussy hairs, sticky with love juices, felt good and rough against Anne's soft hand.
Ahhhhhhhh," she moaned, as she stuck three fingers inside. "I love your hot snatch, ma cherie."
Charlotte giggled as Anne's fingers adeptly rubbed her tiny clit, pressing the center of her thrills like it was the button to her excitement. Charlotte felt hot thrilling licks of stabbing delight shoot up her spine. It had been a long time since she'd felt such wanton lust in bed.
Charlotte's hot eager mouth found the way to Anne's big brown nipples, hot and hard with uncontrollable passion. Her ivory teeth gingerly chewed the ruddy hot hard flesh.
Anne squealed with delight. "Ahhhh, ma cherie, you know just what to do. Lick it, suck it, faster, ma cherie, faster."
Charlotte furiously sucked on the hot nipple, biting through the skin with her teeth. The rougher she got, the better Anne seemed to like it. Charlotte was glad. She loved the delicious taste of thick ruddy nipple, the feel of the hot tit flesh in her wet eager mouth. Her tongue licked and lapped at the tasty nipple, eagerly sucking Anne's tit. Never had Charlotte realized how sweet the delights of the breast could be. She now understood why men always wanted to suck her tits, why they seemed so delighted in the tasty morsels of hot hard nipple. Never had Charlotte imagined it could be so satisfying.
Anne sallied frenzied kisses, drunk with dizzying passion, all over Charlotte's neck and shoulders. She pressed her hot belly against Charlotte's, sensuously rubbing against the soft flesh.
"I want to eat your pussy," Anne declared.
"Sounds like a lovely idea," said Charlotte, dropping the nipple from her mouth.
"So, you are having a good time." Anne smiled affectionately.
"Let's not waste time talking about it now," Charlotte replied. "I'll suck yours if you'll suck mine."
Anne didn't hesitate for a second. With a quick jerking motion, she turned her body upside down. Soon, her sleek head was buried in Charlotte's hot snatch, her own dripping pussy dangling in front of Charlotte's nose.
Charlotte stuck out her tongue, wondering about the first taste of hot twat. She felt the hot flesh throbbing at the touch of her wet tongue. It felt creamy and good. Anne's pussy was hot and soft, fleshy and exciting. Charlotte put the whole of her mouth over it. Soon, she was licking and sucking it as frantically as she had sucked Ann's boobs.
Anne was indulging her animal lusts by furiously licking and chewing at Charlotte's delicious pussy flesh. Charlotte's pussy was so sweet, so hot, so full of infinite delights. Like the expert she was, Anne knew just what to do. She thrust her tongue in the hot open hole, as if it were a tiny prick. She lapped up and down Charlotte's sensitive tunnel membrane, pressing her bottom lip against Charlotte's pert clit.
Tingling stabs of hot sweet sensation filled Charlotte's cunt and shot out to her belly and legs. Hot welling flames licked her skin--the tension was mounting. It had been a long time since a bed partner had done this to her. She laughed to herself at the irony of her partner's gender. And to think that people tried to talk you out of this, she thought. Anne is one of the best lovers I've ever had.
The faster and rougher Anne bit and nibbled at Charlotte's pussy, still thrusting her slithering hot tongue, still chafing the sensitive clitoris, the faster and rougher Charlotte sucked and lapped at Anne's pussy. The feel of the thrusting tongue provoked Charlotte to try and imitate it. After all, Anne deserved to feel as good as she was making Charlotte feel.
Charlotte found the entrance to the hot hole of pleasure with the tip of her tongue. She carefully explored the sides of the tunnel entrance, curious to know every inch of Anne's hot pussy. Anne wriggled and writhed as she felt Charlotte's tongue approach her secret passageway. She knew Charlotte would soon stick it inside and the thought drove her absolutely wild.
Charlotte thrust her tongue in and out of Anne's pussy, rubbing and chafing the pussy walls, burning with lewd desire. Anne panted in a frenzy of mounting lust as she ate Charlotte out-her cunt felt like it was going to explode.
Charlotte felt the hot licks, the fantastic stabs of hot orgasm building in her seething cunt. It was coming, coming, coming-suddenly, everything gave way to the hot release of spasmodic jerking frenzy. Charlotte uncontrollably heaved her sizzling cunt up and down and the orgasm shattered her brain. Her body was sizzling with red-hot release.
Anne's hot slithering body shuddered as she came. The hot jerking motions of Charlotte's pleasure drove her wild. She squealed in delight, shrieking in a high shrill tone as she came.
Afterwards, the two women lay in bed, kissing and caressing each other.
"You are glorious, my pet," said Anne.
"Me?" cried Charlotte. "You are fantastic, Anne. I have never known such sexual joy in my life."
"Not even when you have a thick juicy cock at hand, Charlotte?"
Charlotte thought about it. "No, not even then," she replied.
Anne smiled. "I suspected it would be like this," she said.
"I don't know," said Charlotte. "There's just something about the taste of sweet hot pussy that makes my mouth drool. I don't care if I never see another cock again. Why, just think of all the wonderful things we can do."
"Don't give up cock altogether," laughed Anne.
"I don't care about it," Charlotte insisted. 'The delights of hot sweet twat are so wild that it's going to take some doing before I'm bored with it."
"Well, ma cherie," said Anne, stroking Charlotte's hair, "I must confess I'm partial to pussy myself."