Chapter 8
"Good morning."
Charlotte peered over Marie as she opened her eyes.
"Have a good night?" she asked, knowing the answer to her question. "Oh yes," Marie said dreamily. "How was Greg in bed?" asked Charlotte. 'The best. Really good. He was fantastic."
"Oh wow," said Charlotte, "that was some party."
"You can say that again. And you said there would be no good men there," Marie replied.
Charlotte laughed. "I did, didn't I. The eternal pessimist. But it turned into a pretty good night for both of us."
"Did you fuck Anne?" asked Marie.
"I sure did," replied Charlotte.
"You seem pretty happy about it," Marie remarked.
"I am," Charlotte admitted. "I can't believe it myself, but it was fantastic. You should try it, really."
"Oh no," said Marie, "especially not today. Today I'm really crazy about men."
Charlotte laughed. "Try it the next time you're horny and there's no men around-you'll really dig it. Hey," she said, "are you going to see Greg again."
"I think so," said Marie. "He took my number and said he'd call. I think he will. We both had a great time."
"I'm really glad," said Charlotte.
"Me too," said Marie. "It's been so long," she sighed.
"Did. you hear about Karin?" asked Charlotte.
"No, we never went back to the party. Greg slept over until eight this morning. He had to go to work."
"On a Sunday?" asked Charlotte.
"He works for a newspaper. Does layouts."
"Does he go to school?"
"No," said Marie. "But he gets more time off during the week. We're supposed to go to the Museum of Fine Arts on Monday, then have dinner at his apartment."
"Great," said Charlotte.
"Oh God," said Marie, "I hope he calls."
"Marie," said Charlotte, "hell call you."
"I know," replied Marie. "At least I think so. But so many guys I thought would call me didn't, that I think he won't also. It would be just my luck."
"He'll probably call," said Charlotte.
"I know," said Marie. "So what about Karin?" she asked.
"Me and Anne went back to the party and Suzanne said she hadn't been seen for a couple of hours. She wasn't in her room either, because Suzanne went looking for her-she couldn't find the corkscrew. Anyway someone said that he saw her put her coat on and go out."
"Yea, go on," said Marie.
"She came back about two in the morning, drunk and reeking. Karin saw me, Anne, Suzanne, and this friend of their's, Joey, sitting in a corner. She took off her coat and sat down, right between me and Anne. We knew right away that she was going to cause trouble because we'd never seen her so brazen. But she was still afraid to say anything.
"Go on," said Marie, "what happened?"
"Well," said Charlotte, "it was so embarrassing. You should have seen it-you wouldn't have believed it. Karin asked me to come to her bedroom with her. She asked me like it was the most natural thing in the world for the two of us to do, as if we were accustomed to doing it every other night, or something. But I told her I was having an interesting conversation and didn't want to leave."
"What did she do?" asked Marie.
"She became boisterous and unruly. I couldn't believe it. She started yelling at Anne, calling her a filthy slut, and telling me that she was only out to use people. She said I'd end up getting hurt."
"I can't believe it!" exclaimed Marie. "What did you do?"
"I was embarrassed-for her, not myself. Everybody else was embarrassed for her too, because she was making a fool of herself. I told her I could take care of myself. She said that I didn't know what Anne was really like. Anne tried to keep from laughing, and Karin noticed. 'See,' she said, 'she's an insensitive bitch! She has no feelings." Karin's voice quivered with anger and hurt.
'You're acting like a fool, Karin,' I replied. 'It's difficult not to laugh."
Karin stared at me in amazement.
'You're becoming just like her already,' she said.
It was heavy, let me tell you. No one knew what to say. We could have made a lot of nasty cracks and we were in a laughing mood, but she was so upset we thought we might really push her over the edge.
'Karin,' I said, 'I'm a big girl. I can take after myself. Maybe I'm just not what you think I am."
Karin looked at me as if she could hardly grasp what I was saying.
"Charlotte,' she said, her voice trembling with emotion, T thought you cared about me."
I felt sick to my stomach. I looked at Anne, pale with nausea. She threw me a condoling glance. I turned to Karin.
'Karin,' I said, "you took our conversations too seriously. I never promised you anything-I never told you how I felt about you."
'But you acted like you cared,' she insisted. 'You did care."
'I cared at the moment when we were discussing your problems, but I never spent much of my time with you. You are not personally important to me. I don't care if I ever see you again."
'Don't say that,' she cried, grasping my hand and kissing it.
I looked at her in horror. You can't imagine how it was-we all felt sick. Joey didn't know what was going on as well as we did, but he watched what was happening with an aghast expression on his face. I gently but firmly pulled my hand from her grasp.
'Don't do that,' I said. 'I don't want you."
Karin was crushed. Her face turned pale and white-I thought she was going to faint. Anne told me later that she thought Karin was going to throw a fit.
'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I really am. But I never did anything to make you think that I felt any special way for you. I was just compassionate to you when we spoke. But I never went out of my way to speak to you. Maybe I should have refused to discuss such personal matters with you. But you always brought them up, not me."
"That's not true,' said Karin. 'Sometimes you told me about your problems."
'But everyone has problems,' I replied, i just don't take mine as seriously as you do yours. It's not such a big thing for me to talk about them to somebody."
Tears welled in Karin's eyes.
"But we made love,' she uttered sadly.
I wanted to die. It was so embarrassing. I realized that I never should have fucked her. It was like I was a guy who had only used her for sex. But it was her own fault. I didn't know what to say.
I had already told Anne about my sexual experience with Karin. But Suzanne and Joey were shocked. I wasn't embarrassed though-they all felt sorry for me. But I felt sorry for Karin. So did Anne-I had told her about the sex with Karin in detail."
Charlotte looked up at Marie. "Incredible, isn't it?"
Marie was standing with her mouth open. "Incredible," she repeated. "What happened next?"
"Karin shook and trembled. We didn't know what to do. Anne asked her if she wanted a tranquilizer. She shook her head. Karin still stared at me with sad imploring eyes. I didn't know what to do, but I was getting sick of her. I had been having the time of my life, and she wouldn't go away with her sadness. I suddenly realized how selfish she was, how she tried to make me feel guilty, how she tried to make me pity her. I felt disgust. She was pathetic.
'Go away, Karin,' I said. 'Anne is my lover-she's my choice, not you. You can't get me by trying to make me feel sorry for you-I don't. I feel sorry for me, that I'm being harrassed."
They were harsh words, but they worked. Karin picked herself up and left the room. Anne wondered if she was going to kill herself. Suzanne ran to her room to make sure she was all right. She found her crying on her bed. Isn't that sad?"
"Oh my God," said Marie, "it's horrible."
"I know. It makes me wonder how people can have such frail egos that they fall in love with the first person that pays any attention to them."
"It's insecurity," said Marie, "but it's also conceit, in a way. Karin places so much importance on herself and her problems that she expects everyone who knows her to do the same. Because you gave her some thought, and very little at that, she expected that you thought about her as much as she thought about herself. She tried to use you as an answer to her problems. No person can be that to another."
"Maybe you're right," said Charlotte. "I don't want to think about it."
Charlotte looked at Marie. "Well, I'm happy and you're happy, so let's not talk about Karin."
"I hope she doesn't give you any trouble, living across the hall and all," said Marie.
"I don't think so," Charlotte replied. "She's much too shattered. I'm going to avoid her. If I see her, I'll say hello, but I'm going to be careful of what I say to her. I won't be personal in the least. I can't. She takes it the wrong way."
"I know Me neither," said Marie. "She's the type to transfer her affections and latch on to whoever's available."
"You never did talk to her much to begin with," said Charlotte.
"I always thought there was something funny about her. I kept my distance."
"You were smart," said Charlotte, "I wish I'd done the same."
"Well," said Marie, "what's done is done. But enough of Karin. I want to hear about you and Anne. You know, Charlotte, I really can't believe that you're a lesbian. You love men."
"Women are better, really," Charlotte replied. "You can't imagine the delights of hot wet pussy, licking and sucking the moist flesh, until you've tried it for yourself. Fucking Anne last night was the best thing I ever did. I don't care if I never see a cock again."
"Really?" said Marie. "I can't believe it."
"It's true," Charlotte told her. "Sucking tits, the greatest. It's like a whole new world has opened up for me."
"I still can't understand," insisted Marie. "I mean, do I make you horny now?"
Charlotte looked at her. "To be honest," she said, grinning, "there's nothing I'd like better than to fuck you."
Marie looked at her, excited by Charlotte's brazenness.
"Really," said Charlotte, "it only stands to reason. I've been telling you for years you're a very sexy woman."
"I know," replied Marie, "but that was in a different context."
"Well, it was before I realized that pussy turns me on. It's really good-more fun than cock, in its way."
"Are you really going to give up men?" asked Marie.
Charlotte thought about it for a while. "That's hard to say," she said. "Right now, I feel like I only want to fuck women. But two weeks ago, if someone had told me I'd feel like this, I would've said they were crazy. So I don't want to predict how I'll feel in the future."
"I still can't believe you would rather fuck a woman than a man," said Marie.
"Marie," said Charlotte, "fuck me." Marie's eyes turned wide with wonder at Charlotte's proposal. "Really," Charlotte insisted, "you really should do it."
"But you don't turn me on," Marie insisted.
"Not that it's personal-I mean, if I ever decided to fuck a woman, I would fuck you before anyone else."
"That's why you should," said Charlotte. "You won't understand how it is until you do it-look what happened to me, You could be missing out on the most thrilling thing in the world to you, and you wouldn't even know it."
"I don't know."
"Marie," Charlotte laughed, "I'll be honest with you. I really want to fuck you. For two reasons-I want to turn you on to pussy for your sake and I want to get at yours for my sake."
Marie giggled. "It's an interesting idea," she said. "I'm almost tempted to try it, just to see what happens."
"Marie," said Charlotte, "I want to fuck you."
Marie didn't speak a word. She slipped her hand under Charlotte's robe and felt for her hot creamy pussy. Charlotte moaned with desire and slipped out of her robe. She pulled Marie down on the bed with her, grasping at her tits under Marie's silky nightgown.
"Relax," said Charlotte, "I want you to enjoy this."
"I am relaxed," Marie replied. Charlotte believed her. "As long as I'm doing this, I certainly intend to enjoy it."
Charlotte closed her eyes as Marie stuck her fingers inside Charlotte's hot pussy. It was almost like a dream come true-making love to her best friend. Marie was a sensual person with no inhibitions when it came to sex. Charlotte could hardly wait to suck Marie's hot tits.
Charlotte pulled the nightgown over Marie's head. She rubbed her hands all over Marie's firm boobs. Charlotte felt her nipples getting hard and bumpy. Her thighs quivered with desire.
"Ohhh," moaned Charlotte, as she took one in her hot eager mouth. Marie lay back and let Charlotte suck away. She wondered if it would make her horny.
Logic told Marie that the physical stimulation of Charlotte's lips covering her nipples should make her feel horny, as if a guy was sucking them. But she didn't feel a thing-her body simply wasn't responding. She wondered if she could be not letting herself feel horny because she didn't really want to.
Try and get into it, Marie told herself. Make this a fair test. If any woman can turn you on, Charlotte can. But still, Marie felt nothing as Charlotte sucked her hard brown nipple.
Marie felt Charlotte's pussy with her hand. It wasn't even interesting. Marie had felt her own, hundreds of times, when she masturbated. It wasn't like holding a cock-now that was really something. Stroking Charlotte's pussy was kind of boring.
"Are you excited?" asked Charlotte, panting with desire.
"Not really," Marie replied. She didn't want to ruin Charlotte's good time, but she wasn't about to lie.
"Try sucking my tits," Charlotte suggested. She moved so that her hot boobs bounced in Marie's face.
Well, thought Marie, this is something different. You can't do this when you masturbate. Marie took one of Charlotte's throbbing hot nipples in her mouth. She put her wet tongue all over the bumpy brown surface. She sucked and licked at the fleshy mound. Somehow, she couldn't help thinking how wonderful it was to suck the flat-chested nipples of a man. She loved to feel the hairy chest tickle her chin. Marie loved to hear the male groan with passionate desire.
No, sucking female tits did nothing for Marie. She wasn't the least bit horny. Still, she thought, the physical sensations alone should make me horny. I make myself horny when I rub my hand over my pussy.
"Charlotte," she said, lifting her head from her friends hot tits, "I'm not the least bit horny, really. And I'm not fighting it. I just don't feel it."
Charlotte looked at her. She supposed it was possible that pussy didn't turn Marie on. But it seemed so inconceivable-tender hot pussy was so good, so much better than thick hot dick.
"Let's eat each other out," Charlotte suggested. She was determined to lick Marie to a frenzy.
Charlotte turned upside down and stuck her cunt, dripping with lust, on Marie's face. She put her lips to Marie's pussy, which was starting to cream. Charlotte knew that it would, once things got rolling. She knew that all Marie needed was a little time.
Marie stuck her tongue into Charlotte's steaming snatch. It was interesting, feeling the moist inner pussy flesh, she had to admit. But it didn't arouse her passion. She might just as well be eating some new exotic dish, instead of a female cunt. Marie didn't feel in in her loins, like when she sucked dick.
Charlotte thrust her tongue into Marie's pussy, rubbing the pert clit frantically. Marie felt the hot pangs of desire tingle in her cunt. Now there's something, she thought. But even though the tension in her pussy was mounting, even though she was heading for climax, Marie felt that something was missing.
It wasn't the human interaction that was missing from fucking Charlotte. It wasn't like masturbating. Marie could hear the quick sharp pants of her friend to remind her that Charlotte was growing mad with desire while they ate each other's pussy. But Marie, although she felt pleasant enough, was not stirred to a frenzy. Men made her feel like an animal; there was nothing in a woman that she found that exciting.
I guess, thought Marie, as she tried her best to give Charlotte an orgasm with her tongue, that you like men better than women. It probably has something to do with the differences between you. Fucking a guy is so mysterious, so exciting, because you know that you can never feel what he's feeling and he can never feel what you're feeling. You can both only assume that each other's feelings are similar.
Marie wondered why that should make such a difference to her, as Charlotte sucked and panted in her pussy. Charlotte was twitching and jerking, convulsive with hot lust. Marie lay quiet and still, enjoying the sensations in her cunt. But she could make herself feel the same with her own two hands.
It's funny, Marie reflected, that Charlotte's increasing excitement doesn't stimulate you the way that a man's would. But there's none of the mystery of passion in it-you know exactly how she's feeling. You have a cunt, you have tits, you know how it feels. But a dick! How can you ever know how it feels to have a dick. The wonder of heterosexual sex is that it's the closest you can come to knowing how it feels to have a dick.
There's just something about men that I can't put into words. The touch of one I like will thrill the shit out of me. But I like Charlotte more than any woman I know, and I feel almost nothing. There's no wild passion involved, at least not on my part. Women just don't turn me on.
Marie felt Charlotte's hot pussy quiver and jerk. She could tell from the hot utterances that Charlotte had come. Marie was glad. Thinking about the joys of men had gotten her all horny for a guy. She wanted to end this sex with Charlotte and dream about the next time she would fuck Greg. Now, that was really sexy!
Charlotte lifted her head from Marie's pussy. "I came," she said, "how about you?"
"No," said Marie.
"Well, I'll make sure you do," Charlotte replied.
Marie was going to tell her not to bother, but then thought the better of it. She wanted to see if Charlotte could make her quiver with delight. She closed her eyes and tensed her muscles, concentrating on reaching climax.
The feeling heightened and heightened. Marie felt the hot flames of orgiastic lust lick her cunt. She released her sexual energy and felt relieved. But something was missing.
It was the feel of the hot dick slipping from between her legs, easing out of her pussy. There was none of that sharp disappointment of losing nature's plug, the hot bulging dick, from her body. Marie just felt the relief of tension. Once that had happened, she didn't feel sexy in the least.
"I came," she said to Charlotte. "Get up."
Charlotte took her mouth off Marie's pussy and sat beside her. "Well," she said, "what did you think?"
"I didn't like it," Marie replied.
Charlotte looked at her in amazement. "I can't believe it," she said.
"I kept wishing for a dick, the whole time," said Marie.
"Maybe you didn't let yourself like it," Charlotte suggested.
"I thought of that," Marie replied, "but I don't think so. Women just don't turn me on. I dig hot cock. But I've always liked men better than woman, even just to be with. You know that. It's the fact that they're different that gets me-physically and mentally. Knowing that their bodies are different with different, though similar feelings, is what excites me. And even in the way their heads are different. I mean, I think women are as good as men in every respect, but I'd hate to live in a world where we were both the same. Women and men have to be different, because we've got different bodies. And it's the difference that turns me on. That's why I didn't get turned on fucking you."
"But you came?" said Charlotte.
"I might as well have been masturbating. In fact, I think I would rather have been masturbating and fantasizing about a cock. It's no use, Charlotte, I'm strictly heterosexual, that's all."
Charlotte looked at Marie. She could understand how she felt. Just because wet pussy drove her to a frenzy, it didn't mean it would be the same for every woman. Charlotte loved the thought of dealing with the same parts she possessed, but Marie was turned off by the very same thing. It was a matter of individual taste, she supposed.
"Well," she said, "I guess that begins and ends the sexual aspect of our relationship."
"Yes, it does," said Marie. "But I still love you, Charlotte." Marie leaned over and affectionately kissed Charlotte on the lips. "Let's get dressed," she said, hopping out of bed.
"V.
Charlotte jumped out of bed and returned to her own room. It was interesting, what she had just now discovered. Anne had convinced Charlotte that if people would be more honest with themselves, they'd all be bisexual. But now, Charlotte thought that Anne might be wrong.
Charlotte was convinced that she herself was bisexual, maybe even more lesbian than not. She would have to wait and see which sex she preferred when she was given a choice. The way she was feeling now led her to believe that she would chose the woman. Right now, thick hot cock just couldn't compete with smooth dripping pussy.
But Charlotte wondered how it would be three, six months, one year from now. What if a wonderful enticing sexy man came her way? Would she be able to resist? Would she want to?
An hour ago, Charlotte would have thought that it would not even be a tempation to her. She had tried the female sex for her kicks, unable to get them elsewhere, but now, she didn't want to get her kicks elsewhere. But an hour ago, Charlotte had been convinced that titties unforgettable.
Not so for Marie.
She really had thought that Marie would find cunt as irresistable as did Charlotte. Charlotte had to admit that she had been wrong.
Marie wasn't trying to hide her feelings, of that Charlotte was certain. Charlotte believed that Marie sincerely did not like hot pink pussy. Listen to her voice quiver with excitement while she discussed her feelings for men was proof enough-if Charlotte needed more proof, it was there in Marie's gleaming eyes.
Yes, Marie was strictly a man's woman-a woman who liked men better than woman. And Charlotte noticed that Marie was consistently attracted to men who liked women better than women. Obviously, Marie wasn't just rationalizing when she said it was the difference that excited her.
Charlotte stared at herself in the mirror as she brushed her hair. Who was to say what was the normal sexuality? Who was to say what was sick or perverse? Each person had his or her own preferences. As long as one did not inflict those preferences on another person, one was free to fulfill any desires one wanted to.
Anne and Suzanne would think less of Marie because she didn't sleep with women, Charlotte reflected. Anne and Suzanne would say that she was conventional and hung-up. But Charlotte knew better-she knew Marie better.
She knew that Marie was simply exercising her freedom to do what she wanted to. And wasn't that true well-adjustment?
Marie couldn't control not feeling horny at the sjght of a dripping pussy any more than Charlotte could control panting at the mere suggestion of one. It would be just as silly for Charlotte to suggest that Marie try and change her tastes as it would for Marie to encourage Charlotte to give up women. Marie was perfectly willing to accept Charlotte as she was, without trying to change her. Charlotte thought she might do her the same courtesy.
Charlotte didn't find it threatening to herself that Marie rejected her means of sexuality. She was one person and Marie was another-each of them was free to do what they wanted. If Marie wanted to fuck men, fine. If Charlotte wanted to fuck women, also fine. They could still remain friends, the same as before.
Charlotte finished dressing and went into the living room. Marie was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone. Charlotte had been so deeply in thought that she hadn't even heard it ring.
"Oh," Marie was saying, "that sounds terrific. Where do you want to meet?" There was a pause as Marie listened to the person on the other end. "See you then," she said, hanging up.
"Who was that?" asked Charlotte, sitting down beside her.
"Greg. He's finishing early and wants me to meet him in the Commons."
"Great," said Charlotte, smiling. "And you though he wouldn't call," she teased.
"I was afraid he might not, but I thought he would," Marie replied.
"I know," said Charlotte.
"Look," said Marie, "I hope you're not upset that I didn't like fucking you. I didn't mean it personally, you know."
"I know," said Charlotte.
"I mean, it doesn't mean I think there's something wrong with you because you like it. I just don't, that's all. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," replied Charlotte.
"I don't either, really," Marie admitted. "I'm just trying to say that we can be different, like different things, and still be self-respecting people."
"I was just thinking the same thing," Charlotte told her.