Chapter 8
Bette's Summer of sex was packed away into her memory as she returned to college. As she had promised herself, she was able to devote her full attention to her studies.
A degree in Business Administration seemed in keeping with her plans to achieve a position of power in life and she gave it everything she bad. Her marks astounded students and faculty alike, but she didn't seem at all impressed. After all, it was her goal and achieving it was no big thing, just something one did, if that one happened to be Bette.
Instead of living in a dorm or a sorority house, Bette rented an apartment so that she could have the privacy she wanted. There was time for study and for listening to the music she liked and, when she felt in the mood for sex, it was to a battery operated vibrator she turned. It and her imagination served her well.
When she was sure she could continue to lead every class and still allow some time for sex with others, Bette looked around for suitable partners.
She selected Esther as her first partner. Esther was a year older than Bette. She was a quiet, shy young woman. Esther was a bit on the plump side, though not fat. She had a thick waist, big but shapely legs and, what intrigued Bette most, were Esther's breasts.
Bette had seen them once while a group changed into bathing suits. They jutted like melons and had a look of smoothness and firmness that delighted her and made her want to have those breasts squirming in her hands, wanted to hold one with both hands and suck until the dark -haired young woman begged for mercy.
Having decided that Esther would be her partner from time to time, Bette wasted no time going after her. That Esther admired her was obvious. There were a few more things to be learned and Bette wasted no time in doing so.
Although normally reticent, Esther was eager to talk to Bette, to tell everything about herself. She wasn't quite a virgin. There had been one experience with a man and it had been painful and totally unpleasant. She had never tried lesbian sex, but displayed no discomfort at the mention of it.
"Have you any plans for the weekend?" Bette asked as they chatted after class on a Thursday.
"No," Esther replied, a little sadly. "I never have any plans."
"Well you have now, Esther. Pack a few things and plan to spend the weekend with me. After class tomorrow, we'll go somewhere and have a nice dinner, then we'll go to my apartment."
"For the whole weekend?" Esther asked and Bette was pleased with what she saw in the young woman's eyes.
"For the whole weekend. I'm sure we'll find lots of things to do," Bette told her and looked at the outline of the big breasts.
At that, Esther blushed a little, but the look of excitement grew and Bette trembled at the thought of how exciting it would be to train the innocent young woman in the lesbian arts.
Esther was still nicely nervous when they met after the final class on Friday. If Bette was nervous too, it was a controlled nervousness, the nervousness of erotic anticipation.
As they got into Bette's car, the hem of Esther's dress rode up a little, enough to show how nicely her thighs stretched the nylon. Bette heard a little intake of breath as she put a hand on the thigh, patted, then gave it a nice squeeze. The other girl blushed a little, but made no effort to remove the hand, then Bette took it away.
Bette had a generous allowance from her father and it permitted them to enjoy a pleasant dinner in a fashionable restaurant.
Bette observed that, as usual, two women were seated in an inferior location, or would have been had she permitted it to happen. The maitre d' was barely able to hide his annoyance as he led them to the window table Bette had insisted on with quiet confidence.
"If we were a couple of noisy, cigar smoking salesmen," Bette informed the maitre d' after she had ordered drinks, "we'd get first class service."
"I can assure you, madame," he said with a stiff bow, "that your service will be excellent."
In less time than Bette would have believed possible, a young waiter arrived with their drinks and Bette bathed him in a warm smile as she thanked him.
"You're too much, Bette," Esther told her in awe, a little later when it was obvious that they were getting perfect service. "I've watched mother and her friends in restaurants. For all their mink and jewelry, they still get treated like second class citizens."
"And they complain and bitch about it, especially to each other. Right?"
"Right, but it doesn't change anything."
"Of course not. A woman can get anything she demands, as long as she knows it. Whining is for dogs."
And then the tone of the conversation was lightened and they chatted animatedly over a fine dinner. They talked about themselves and laughed as they commented on many of the other diners. They finished the meal with coffee and drambuie, Bette left a generous tip and as they walked to her car in the parking lot, they held hands.
"I feel so good, Bette," Esther told her. "It's sort of the way I always expected I'd feel with the right man on a date. I guess that sounds crazy."
"Far from it, Esther. I know just what you mean and it's going to be a beautiful weekend, one we'll both remember."
As they got into the car, Bette allowed the hem of her dress to ride high and, pretending not to notice, she was very much aware that Esther kept stealing glances at the contrast of creamy white thighs and expanded nylon tops. Yes, she silently assured herself, it was going to be a very beautiful weekend. Her body had been hungry for sex with a woman and over the weekend it would enjoy a banquet of warm, willing, writhing flesh.
In the elevator on the way up to her apartment, Bette was aware that her friend was trembling a little, that her breathing was a little irregular.
While Esther explored the apartment, impressed by the taste with which it had been decorated and furnished, Bette turned the tape deck on. She had already selected the music she wanted for the evening, subdued, gentle music, music to seduce a beautiful young woman by.
Turning away from the machine, Bette took Esther by the hand and they began to dance. It was a slow, sinuous dance, their bodies touching in mounting excitement, sending and receiving vibes that told of beauty and excitement to come.
While they danced, Bette made sure that their breasts rubbed together a few times. Each time, she felt a response that added to her delight. Near the end of the dance, Bette allowed her hand to move lower and lower on the back of her partner.
Far from resisting, Esther moved subtly closer and then, as the final bars of the music played, one of Bette's hands rode slowly over the upper slope of a firm buttock, down to the apex of the cheek, it squeezed, then their bodies rubbed hotly against each other as their mouths mashed wetly in a kiss of fierce passion.
"Help me, Bette," Esther whispered with a little cry, after their kiss.
"Yes, dear," Bette told her as she held the smooth face of the young woman between her hands, "I'll help you. It's going to be beautiful, so very beautiful."
Tilting the pretty face upward, Bette brought her open mouth down on Esther's in a kiss that was surprisingly light and gentle, then Bette took the trembling young woman by the hand and led her into the bedroom.
There was a light on beside the bed, providing a dim, golden glow that fitted so perfectly with the golden satin sheets which awaited their bodies.
"What are we going to do, Bette?" Esther asked, her voice breaking with excitement.
"I'm going to introduce you to the joy and beauty of two women making love. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes. I don't know. I'm so nervous."
"You knew why you were coming here, didn't you?" Bette asked, delighting in the nervousness of the young woman and in her power over Esther, over another human.
"I guess. I don't know what to do."
"That's easy, Esther. Just surrender your body to me," Bette told her as she opened the top of her own dress and unhurriedly pulled it over her head to display her lush body in black lace bra and panties, her nipples barely covered, her pubic bush visible through the sheer panties.
"Does my body excite you, Esther?"
"Oh God, yes. I never dreamed...."
"I'm going to undress you now, Esther. I'm going to strip you naked. You have a lovely big body just made to be loved."
As Bette reached to open the dress, Esther's hands came up in an instinctive gesture of protest, then they stopped.
"How nervous you are, dear," Bette told her as she opened the top of the dress and pulled it down to reveal the bulging cups of a white bra and the deep, smooth cleavage of big, milky white breasts.
"I'm sorry, Bette. I can't help it."
"Don't be sorry, Esther. Your nervousness is exciting. It's as though I'm seducing a little girl."
Licking her lips in anticipation, Bette lovingly fondled the big cups, delighting in the firmness of the breasts, her pulse pounding as she anticipated sucking and fondling them, burying her face in the warmth between them.
"There's nothing little girlish about these beautiful big tits, Esther. You're going to love it when I suck and fondle them. You'll feel the thrill right in your crotch."
Releasing the breasts, Bette slowly worked the dress down over the wide, well fleshed hips and watched as it fell around Esther's feet.
"Mmmmmm, how beautiful," Bette whispered huskily as her hands tested the firmness of the thick waist, rubbed over amazingly firm hips, then while one hand fondled a lovely, firm buttock, the other closed over the bulge of mons veneris and squeezed.
"You like, dear?" Bette asked as her hands worked on her squirming victim.
"Yes, but I'm so fat and you're so beautiful."
"Don't be silly, Esther. You're not fat. You're big and beautiful. The moment I saw you naked in the change room, I knew I had to take you to bed."
Drawing Esther into a warm embrace, Bette brought their mouths together in a passionate kiss while both her hands squeezed plump buttocks, pulling the squirming young woman against her.
As she was ending the kiss, Bette's finger slipped the hooks of Esther's bra, then she moved back and pulled the garment down and off, a little cry escaping from her as she stared at the big, firmly jutting breasts, smooth and white and enticingly pink tipped.
Dropping the bra, her hands replaced the cups and as she fondled the big beauties, Esther's sighs of passion sounded almost like cries.
"Lovely, lovely big, creamy smooth tits," Bette said as she fondled them. "How I'm going to love sucking these beauties. I'll make your nipples so sensitive, so long and hard. I'll make your nice big bum squirm all over the bed."
And then without warning, she released the big breasts and, bending, she took the stretched white nylon panties down and allowed them to fall in a puddle around Esther's feet, then she helped her step out of them, naked and hot and trembling.
"What a beautiful nude you are, Esther. Reubens would have loved to paint you. I'm sure he'd have gone off in his pants at the sight of you."
"Oh Bette, are you going to strip naked too?" Esther asked, her voice breaking.
"Yes, dear. Here, I'll take my bra off now and show you my tits. There, do you like them?" she asked as she quickly bared the luscious, conical breasts.
"Oh Bette, they're so beautiful, perfect cones. I want to feel them and rub them and suck them. I never felt like this before."
"You will, dear, in a little while. Crouch now and take my panties off. Touch me while you're doing it. I want to feel your hands on me."
Big bare breasts bobbing, Esther squatted and reached for the panties. The sound of her panting was loud in the quiet room as she bared Bette's pubic bush, then took the panties all the way down and Bette stepped out of them.
"Shall I take your garter belt and nylons off?" she asked.
"Don't bother, dear. They won't be in the way and I'm eager to take you to bed and make love, nice sexy lesbian love."
"Yes, Bette, yes."
"Christ, I'm going to make you come and come and come."
"Oh yes, Bette. I want that. Oh," Esther gasped as Bette put a hand between the big, silken thighs and moved it slowly back and forth over the soft vulva of the young woman.
"Mmmmm, your little pussy is so warm and soft and so tender," Bette whispered as she stroked it. "I'll suck those tender pink lips into my mouth. I'll fuck your hot little cunt with my tongue. I'll drink your juice and lick your clit and make you come like you've never come before."
"Yes, Bette, yes ... please ... please. I'm going out of my mind."
Esther turned to go to the bed, her big buttocks in exciting motion, perfect silken rounds. Just as she reached the bed, Bette stopped her with an arm around her nicely bulging tummy.
"Hold it right there for a moment, Esther. There's something I just have to do."
Her right hand rubbed Esther's right buttock, then she drew it back and gave the young woman a stinging spank. As she did, the firm cheek joggled just a little under her open hand.
"The other cheek," Bette said, then she gave it a hard spank, the sound ringing through the room like a pistol shot.
"Ow! What was that for?" Esther asked, her eyes wet and shining.
"I don't know, dear," Bette replied as she rubbed the left cheek of the big behind. "I just had to do that. It didn't really hurt, did it?"
"No, I guess not."
"It felt so good, so sexy. Later, after we've made love, I may take you across my lap and give you a spanking, a real spanking that will make your bare bum nice and warm and pink. I've never wanted to spank anyone before."
And then Bette moved onto the bed, the satin sheet so cool and exciting against her skin. Esther followed, then they were locked in erotic embrace, their naked bodies writhing as they kissed, one of Bette's thighs moving between Esther's.
As the embrace went on, their kiss became more than a kiss as they licked and sucked and exchanged saliva for a long time before they came up for air.
Claiming one big breast with both hands, Bette spent a few seconds fondling it, then her open mouth closed around hardening nipple and satiny smooth skin and she began to suck.
Bette sucked greedily, both hands rubbing the satin smooth breast and as she did, Esther's cries of passion were so loud that they sounded like cries of agony in the quiet room.
After she had suckled the breast for a long time, she released it and a radiant smile spread across her face as she stared at the hard, elongated nipple, shining wetly with saliva, then she looked at the other breast, took it in both hands and resumed sucking while the woman's big behind began bouncing on the bed and, as Bette had promised, Esther could feel the sucking in the churning heat in her crotch, deep in her vagina.
"Oh Bette, don't stop," Esther panted, her voice rough. "Suck, Bette, suck ... suck my tit. I feel it right in my cunt, just like you said. Oh yes ... yes ... suck ... keep sucking."
Bette was delighted to oblige and when she finally took her mouth off the breast, the hardened, elongated nipple was shining like an erotic red beacon on the milky white breast.
"Please, Bette," Esther whined as her hands reached for Bette's conical breasts, "let me suck yours. I want to know what it feels like"
"Later, Esther, after I finish with you, after you come with my face in your crotch, my tongue deep in your hot cunt. Open your legs wide and show me your virgin cunt."
Obediently, Esther spread her legs wide apart, the firm, smooth thighs framing a delightful little pink slit, then as Bette guided her, she bent her knees up and spread them wide to accentuate the erotic nudity of her crotch.
"Oh Christ, Esther, what a delicious sight you are. My mouth and tongue are going to enjoy a banquet in your crotch," she went on, then sighed and licked her tongue over her lips in anticipation. "Are you ready for it, Esther? Tell me."
"Yes ... yes ... I'm ready."
"I'm going to kiss and suck and lick your cunt until you come like rockets."
"Yes, Bette, yes ... hurry ... I'm going crazy ... suck me, suck my cunt."
Bette found a wild delight in teasing her partner so she made her wait. Esther was making crying sounds, wild with desire as gentle fingers spread her crotch lips wide.
"Ooh, your pretty little cunt is all shiny with nice warm juice," Bette said as she slowly fingered the girl.
"Do it, Bette, do it please. Suck me and make me do it. Make me come."
"Yes, baby, yes," Bette told her as she worked the long finger in her partner's slit, listening to the squishy sounds and watching Esther writhing in lust, out of her mind with desire and abandon.
Moving her finger slowly to the top of the wet, hot slit, Bette brushed it lightly over the dark, hard clitoral bud and watched Esther's body jerk strongly in fevered response.
"Please, Bette, please," Esther pleaded. "I'm beg in ging you. Please suck my cunt and let me come down before I go crazy."
Drawing a fine line between exercising her power and actually torturing her partner, Bette lowered her face to the wide open crotch, brushed her moist lips over thighs that were warm and smoother than satin, she exhaled warmly on Esther's vulva and heard a loud groan as the crotch kept jerking in search of the desperately wanted mouth, then with a muffled cry, Bette pressed her open mouth down on the soft, warm, wet place and began sucking.
Esther shrieked, her body jerked strongly again, then her thighs were rubbing the lovely face of the hungrily sucking woman. As she ate her crotch banquet, Bette's hands lovingly explored hips and thighs and tummy, then worked their way upward until each was rubbing and warmly squeezing a big, firm breast.
When she had sucked juice from the eager fountain, Bette poured warm saliva into the silken well to replenish the supply of juice. It marinated quickly with Esther's juices and when she sucked and licked it away she found the erotic taste of woman, the flavor of steaming hot vaginal nectar and she drank it greedily.
While Bette sucked greedily, Esther kept moaning and panting as though in a death agony, then there was another shriek from the lesbian novitiate as a slightly rough tongue rasped over her clitoris and her behind jerked up off the sheet.
"Mmmm ... mmmm ... mmmmmmmm," Bette ummed as she tongued the sensitized, throbbing passion bud and listened to Esther singing the national anthem of the Isle of Lesbos, "mmmm ... mmmm ... mmmm."
As she felt Esther's naked body tensing and heard a change of pitch in her cries of ecstasy, Bette brought her hands back to the well fleshed hips and held firmly. Just a few more slow licks and she'll explode, she thought as she made each lick over the hard passion bud slower and slower, then the whole room seemed to shake with the sound of Esther's shrieks of ecstasy.
Holding her partner tight with her arms wrapped around her tummy, Bette stole two more agonizing licks of her clit, each drawing a cry of near pain, then she rested with her open mouth pressed on the wet, tasty target until, at last, the fierce spasms finally stopped and Esther began to drift back to earth.
Later, as they rested, they talked in shared awe of what it had been like.
"I can't describe it, Bette," Esther said with a little squeal. "It's like I've been to heaven and back. I never knew anything could be so good. Are you going to let me suck and lick your cunt like that?"
"Let you? Esther dear, I'm going to insist on it."
"Oh yes, I want to. I'm dying to find out what it feels like to ... you know ... to suck your cunt the way you sucked and licked mine."
"You'll find out and you're going to love it. We're going to spend the whole weekend eating each oth er's pussy and doing lots of sexy things."
Minutes later, as she lay with her face buried between Bette's big, smooth thighs, her mouth fastened greedily to an open slit, Esther found a new kind of ecstasy.
As Bette had promised, they spent the whole weekend having a delightful orgy for two.