Chapter 2
The time was going slower now at the house. I was getting very bored, but I couldn't figure out what to do about it. Ever since Cranston and I had balled, things hadn't been the same. That next day he and Aunt Tina had left for a short vacation. I hadn't thought I wanted to see him again, but now that he had been gone for a week, I was ready for him. He had come up to my room that night for a goodnight kiss and a fond farewell, but that was all. At the time, I hadn't encouraged him. And Wendy, she was so busy with her class and her new boyfriend that the only time I ever saw her was in the mornings or when she was running out the door. I was terribly lonely, and wanted some action. Aunt Tina had told me to call up Greg, their son, if I got bored, but I hadn't really wanted to. I could remember seeing his picture on the Christmas card they had always sent us, ugly, skinny kid with horn-rimmed glasses.
I was afraid that my pussy was going to dry up if I didn't do something soon. I had tried masturbating every night this week, but I wasn't very good at it. I hadn't even come. I will call Greg! Maybe hell have some cute friends.
"Hello, is this Greg Wellstone?"
"Yes, it is, who's calling?" His voice sounded so grim!
"It's Camille Wellstone, your cousin. I'm staying with your parents this summer and they suggested I call you if I wanted to do something, and Wendy's gone, so I thought maybe you'd like to come over or something...."
"Oh. Well. I'm pretty busy now. But, I guess, if you're not up for a lot, then you could come over here and we could talk a little. I have some friends coming over later and you could meet them. I'll pick you up in an hour, how's that?"
"I'll be ready, and Greg, thanks." See you.
Wow! That was easy! He was an art student; maybe he would have some wild friends. I had that burning inside of me and I really couldn't stand being cooped up in an empty house. I had thought Wendy would entertain me, but she was so indifferent lately. Almost as if she hated me. Oh, well, I'd get all fixed up tonight!
I put on my tightest shorts so that my legs looked really good-I creamed all the hair off of them and then polished them so that they were all shiny and smooth. I wore my new platforms that gave my calves a delicious arch to them. Now, for the top half of my body! I carefully selected a. top of very thin material. It was very tight across my braless breasts and the icy blue went great with my hair. I fluffed my thick hair out until it was wild about my face and I imagined I looked a little like Raquel Welch as I made a pout m the mirror. A dash of cologne and I was ready. One very positive thing I had done during this long week was to have an IUD fitted-I wanted to be prepared for my new life I
The doorbell rang and I slowly walked to answer it. I was just a bit nervous, but I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Greg had changed! He was still slender (like his father, I thought wryly), but very good-looking in an artist-like sort of way. His hair was long over his ears and very curly and dark, like Wendy's. Instead of the old horn-rims I remembered, he was wearing fashionable wire-rims and his clothes were a little sloppier than I expected.
"Hello, you ready?" He asked in a very nice, deep voice.
"Sure," I smiled (seductively, I hoped) and took his arm.
We walked to the car, somewhat stiffly, so I removed my arm and climbed into the Volkswagen. I glanced at a faded peace decal on the glove compartment and then turned sideways for a better look at my cousin. His nose was his best feature, I decided, straight and not too long. His lips were a little too thin for my taste, but they would do, and I liked his dark eyes, a trait in our family.
"So you're going to be an artist," I said in my huskiest voice.
"I hope so, it's very difficult and time consuming, but I have the best teachers available and with a little luck, I might make it one day ... how do you like Providence?"
"Fine-what I've seen of it. Wendy is so busy that she hasn't had time to show me around much. And with your parents gone, it's been a little dull for me."
"You couldn't have been used to much more in a convent."
"I wasn't in a convent," I said, my old anger rising at him, "it was a Catholic girls' school." I hated the sneer in his voice and couldn't figure out why I got the impression that he disliked me. We had never even met before.
"Sorry. I can't promise you much in the way of entertainment. A couple of my teachers will be over tonight, and a friend. All we'll probably do is talk boring, to you, art talk, and drink a little wine."
"I doubt if I will be bored. I like art."
He gave a half snort, half sneer and concentrated on his driving.
"Look, Greg, if you'd rather I not be there tonight, you can take me home, I can always masturbate or something to pass the time away." I looked to see if I had shocked him. It didn't appear that I had.
"No, that's not it. It's just that, well, some of my friends are a little strange, and I'd hate for you to feel out of place."
"I doubt if I will." I was anxious to meet some strange people, if I could believe him when he said they were strange. Would he consider his father strange?
His apartment was the typical man's apartment. Very messy and cluttered, with things strung all over it. I kind of liked the big, open-spaced living area. I went over to look at the work on his easel and was surprised to note that it was of two women, embracing.
"You like that? I think it will be my best when I finish it. It has a little of the Rubens touch, don't you think?"
"Yeah." I didn't know what the Rubens touch was, but I did like the picture; it stimulated me. The women's features weren't very clear in the picture; they had a dreamlike quality about them that reminded me of my daydreams of Clara.
"Oh, the crowd's here." Greg said as he went to open the door. I looked at the three people that entered the room. One was a man, older than Greg, and kind of fat, ugly. The other guy was Greg's age, but much too blonde for my taste in men, I dismissed him rapidly. The last person to enter was a woman, older than Greg and stunning! I stared openly at her good looks-she had dark hair wound around her head and her face was not unlike that of a Madonna, very serene and cool looking. She wasn't wearing any make-up at all and didn't need any. She had a slightly tilted nose that went over the most sensual mouth I had ever seen, the full lips closed to make a perfect outline against the olive of her flawless skin. She was wearing a red, flowing kaftan, so I couldn't see her body, but I imagined it to be as superb as her face. I could see the outline of her two, high breasts as she turned to look at Greg's painting.
"Darling, this is going to be your best. You have the feeling caught on your canvas, such love and feeling, it will be splendid .. . just splendid." I watched as she stared at the painting and saw her face transformed by it. She must be a lesbian, I thought, only a lesbian would look like that at such a painting. Ummm ... I was already getting hot for her. I would have to play it right and be very careful, to get her. But I would. She would be an excellent teacher, I could sense it. And I wanted to learn, so that I could finish that unhappy scene with Wendy. This was the way, learn enough to get Wendy to have me instead of that stupid guy. Maybe Clara, too....
"Hello, I'm Camille." I said softly as I went over to stand beside her. "I'm Greg's cousin."
"Hello dear. Yes, you have the same lovely dark eyes. Don't you love this painting?" She took her glance away from me and turned back to the picture. I noticed on closer look that she had tiny little lines around her eyes; she was older than I had thought, but all the better, she would know more to teach me.
"Oh, yes," I whispered softly, to suit her mood, "I think it is terribly touching. A touch of Rubens." I put to use what Greg had told me and it worked. She turned to look at me.
"Yes, dear, it is, at that. How clever of you to notice."
"Drinks anyone?" Greg was saying as he entered the room with a loaded tray. His other two friends were seated on the low sofa arguing about some inane point and they looked over to me as they took the drinks.
"Why haven't we met her, Greg, or are you hiding her for yourself?" the fat one asked.
"She's my cousin. Camille, this is George and Harold. My good friend and teacher, respectively. And this," he said coming over to us, "is Audrey, my inspiration and teacher." He put his arm around her and she beamed up at him. Maybe I was wrong, maybe they were lovers.
"I've just been talking to her. She's lovely, Greg."
"Yeah," fat George said, "what will you drink, Camille?"
"Some wine, I think." I unwillingly took a glass from him and tried to steer away from him. I think he figured it out because he went back to the sofa to continue his argument with the other man.
I sat quiet and consumed six glasses of wine. My head was aching and I felt a little dizzy, but I didn't care. Greg and Audrey had been talking painting since the moment she had gotten here. The two men had already left and I was miserable. My aching inside of my body had gotten duller as the prospect of any sex had dimmed. I only wanted to get drunk.
"Well, I must be going," I heard Audrey say to Greg. I looked up to see her kiss him lightly on the cheek and he returned the kiss, nothing sexual there, I was relieved to note. However, Audrey hadn't shown much interest in me, either. Maybe she had a lover.
"Yeah, I've got to take my drunk cousin home. I don't think she's used to drinking, she's been in a Catholic all-girls' school all her life."
I closed my eyes and decided to play like I was as drunk as they thought I was. It might work to some advantage.
"You know, Greg, she'd make a lovely model if you could get her to agree, such youth and beauty. She's so slim and graceful."
"Now, Audrey, hands off her, she's just a kid and I can see that gleam in your eyes. She's my cousin, you know."
I hated Greg at that moment, who did he think he was, my damn guardian?
Audrey laughed a low, quiet laugh that sent my heart racing with desire for her.
"You don't need to worry about that. Once with a young girl is enough for me. Too much pain. I think I've settled for older women, and an occasional young man," she laughed and drew him to her. I bitterly resented their embrace, but I kept still.
"Let me drop her off. There's no need for you to go out. I drive right by your family's house."
"Terrific. I'd like to get some sleep tonight. I'll help you get her to the car."
I was tingled by their touches, they both lifted me out of the chair and carried me to her car. It was a big car, and I slid on to the front seat as she closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. I had to be careful, very careful, but I thought I could do it. She did want me, I knew that she did, and with a little encouragement, and away from Greg....
She slid in and started the car. As soon as we had pulled away from Greg's I pretended to fall against her, and let out a little moan.
Just as I expected, she responded. She put my head in her warm lap and patted my shoulder.
"There, there, it will be alright. You had a little too much to drink, that's all." I smiled to myself and nestled deeper in her lap. I could feel her breasts hanging and barely touching my head. I moved up higher so that my head pressed against her breasts. I heard her sigh and knew that she was nearing the point where she would make a move. She was! I felt her hand slide down from my shoulder and fall across my breast-it felt hot and I wanted to jump up and rip my clothes off for her to consume me, but I couldn't. I had to take it very easy or she might let me off and I would have to face that dreadful empty bed. I could smell the light aroma of her cologne on her body and in the car. It was drugging me. I let out a small sigh as her hand moved lightly, tracing the outline of my breast with her fingers, and twisted on the seat so that my face was pressed into her chest, my nose in her cleavage and my arms clumsily around her. She, too, sighed and with her hand, pulled me a little closer to her. We stayed in the position for a long time, so long that I felt sure we had passed the house where I was staying and were going to her home. I was scared to move any further or else she would know that I was really awake, and not drunk.
The car came to a stop and with the lights off, we were in complete darkness.
"Come on, dear, you're going to have to help me get you into the house." She gently shook me by the shoulders and I moved only enough to help her. I kept my eyes closed and kept bobbing my head, she was practically clucking she seemed so delighted. I took a peek to see that I had been right, we were at her house, I was getting wet with anticipation of what was to come.
She led me through a number of rooms until I felt myself falling onto a bed. I heard her click on a light, and could tell that it wasn't a particularly strong light. Would she try to sober me up or would she confront me in this state? I didn't want to sober up, I wanted to just lie here and let her do with me as she pleased .. . how deliciously exciting that would be. I heard footsteps and opened one eye .. . she had left the room. I looked around and saw that I was in her bedroom. It was a very feminine room, done completely in white, with ruffles on the curtains and on the bedspread. She hadn't even bothered to pull it back, but had placed me on top of it. I felt the satiny smoothness of it and curled up in an attempt to look more appealing to her. I could see a huge painting on the wall facing the bed of two women, embracing. Good sign! It was much more explicit than Greg's painting, I could see their nipples, painted a bright red and the blackness of their mounds as their bodies were twisted in front of me.
I heard music coming from another room. Soft, gentle music that I didn't recognize from the Top Ten. I heard her coming back, so I curled up with my bare ass displayed to her, peeking out from my shorts.
"Oh, aren't you a vision of loveliness . . ." she cooed over me. I felt her fingertips tracing their way from the back of my neck all the way down my spinal cord to where my cheeks separated. I tingled unwillingly as she moved on down my sleek legs and then I felt her taking my shoes off. Her touch was the lightest I had ever felt. She gently turned my body over to face her, and I felt her hands going around me as she sat me up and eased my shirt off over my head. I felt my nipples harden as they confronted the air and her eyes. She eased me back down on the bed and I felt her stare at my naked breasts. She tentatively touched my nipples, as if she thought she might break them. I longed to cry out for her to grab them between her fingers and squeeze them until juices poured out from them. I felt her hands beneath my jeans as she unsnapped them. The zipper sounded loud and obnoxious as she quickly brought it down. Then, with one warm hand under my body, she lifted me up slightly from the bed and slid my shorts off. I was naked before her, completely. She arranged my hair to be spread out around my face and a few tendrils she brought around to place over my side.
I felt her preparing the room for the ritual of lovemaking.
I opened my eyes enough to watch her go over to the closet and slip the kaftan over her head. Her body, I noted with pleasure and a mouth getting moist, was firm and still quite youthful. Her breasts, that once must have been as high as Clara's, hung easily down on her chest. They were not unattractive, but lovely; my image of the Madonna had been an accurate one. Her body was full and I could see her rounded buttocks shake just a tiny bit as she bent to slip out of her shoes. She turned so that I could observe her black, curly pubic hairs sprouting out from her pussy and I felt my own pussy getting very wet and steaming hot. I could feel the pulse of my pussy beating rapidly as I watched her light candles and place them around the room-it was a ritual! The light clicked off and we were bathed in candlelight. I could keep my eyes open just a little and she wouldn't be able to see; good.
I decided to make it hard for her to have me and turned over, as if in a fitful dream. She laughed; I could hear its melodic sound. I felt the bed creak as she lowered her body next to mine.
"My beautiful, beautiful child. Tonight you are mine alone, mine alone." She was almost chanting as she said the words slowly.
I had a thirsty passion now, knowing she was nude beside me. I rolled over, giving her a teasing look at my breasts as I did so. She reached over and pulled me close to her. I could feel my back warming as it nestled into the crook of her body beside mine. Her flesh was hot and soft, I pushed my ass into her pussy and heard her groan.
Her mouth came down on the back of my neck, her wet lips just barely touching my skin, but setting me on fire. She pushed me gently so that I was flat on the bed and I could feel her bending over me as she kissed my neck, then my back. When her lips reached my ass, I was going wild inside of my body-I had to have her inside of me, deeper and more. She was tracing the crack between my cheeks with her tongue and I felt with a rush of passion the hot saliva as she reached my anus. This was new and I loved it! I spread my legs just a little to give her better access and she slid her arm under my stomach as she brought my fleshy cheeks up into her waiting mouth. She was biting me gently now, and I wanted her to bite harder. I shuddered wildly, forgetting my plan to stay passive. She seemed to be unaware of it and
I felt her finger moving along the crack between my cheeks, pushing in just enough to torment me.
All of a sudden, she turned me over to face her and I felt the weight of her breasts as they fell to my stomach and her mouth crushed on my nipple. I kicked my legs and screamed wildly, unable any longer to contain myself. She looked up, startled, and then I pulled her face to mine and gathered her sensual, wet lips against mine. She was groaning with pleasure as our tongues clashed and bathed each other's mouths, my hands tearing at her back and struggling to reach the flesh of her buttocks. I could feel her breasts intermingled with mine and I pulled her close to me, shuddering with passion. I bit her on the lips so hard that she cried and left my mouth to return to my waiting, erect nipples. Instead, she nipped the flesh of my breast with her teeth, biting and clawing my body with her fingernails. After going in many circles around my nipples, she finally clasped her mouth onto the nipple itself and sucked so hard that I felt the explosion inside of my body as my pussy was dripping with the juices of my orgasm. It ran the length of my body as she gave the other nipple the same lovely treat. I grabbed at her breasts with my hands and began to twist them wildly, wanting to bruise them with the passion in my hands as I felt their fullness.
She traveled down from my breasts until I felt her hot tongue licking my pubic hairs, sloppily and yet not sloppily, the wet oozing from her mouth as her tongue explored every part of my pussy. When her tongue reached my clitoris, I was insane with passion-I cried out and screamed as she grasped it between her tongue and sucked so hard on it that I thought I was dead and in heaven. With a hand on each of her nipples I pulled on them, twisting and turning, while her mouth covered my pussy with her desire and my aching body was bent upward to throw it into her mouth.
Her tongue, hard and thrusting, pushed its way into my pussy and I clasped my legs around her body. She turned around so that her pussy was over my head. I brought it down to my mouth with a forcefulness that was incredible. Her pussy tasted just as I thought it would, sweet and bittersweet, smelling of her cologne and dripping its juices into my waiting mouth. I pulled her lips apart with my fingers and thrust my entire face into the haven of her pussy. I sucked so hard that I knew any moment it would have to be over, I couldn't stand so much pleasure, it was driving me insane. I bit her clitoris and she cried and bit mine in return. I felt another, bigger orgasm bursting out of me and threw its sounds into her pussy and consumed her own orgasm into mine.
Before my body had had time to stop shaking and jerking so violently, I felt something new thrust into my sore and pounding vagina-it must be her fingers, I realized as I felt the quick, rapid movements inside of me, driving me crazy. It was almost too much for me to take. I reached around her hips and pulled at the flesh of her buttocks with my hands, clawing and tearing at the flesh, pulling the cheeks apart.
"Oh, ohhhhhhhh ..." Audrey was moaning, crying and she fell over to the side of the bed and reached up to my face. Very seductively, she stretched her arms around my quivering body and drew me to her. I fell into her womb of softness and clasped her against me, kissing her breasts lightly, tugging gently at the nipples with my mouth, teasing her.
"My little baby, my little baby, suck me, suck your mother, dear, suck me harder, harder ..." I bit into her nipple and she jerked her body back and forth to torment me with her naked body. I ran my fingers the length of her body, coming back to her swollen vagina and stroking the lips, still very, very wet and pounding under my fingers. I placed one of my fingers into her opening, and moved it slowly around inside of her, it felt so hot, so wanting that I shoved another finger in and then I could stand it no longer. My mouth left her nipples, harder than rocks, and went down to her pussy. I tore the lips apart with my fingers and tried to enter her with my entire hand-it would fit, it would, as I pushed harder and harder, she was buckling under me and her legs were spread wide enough to accommodate me fully. Oh, God, oh, God, oh God.
I had lost all control of myself as I stuck my hand in her vagina and pulled it out, pushed it in, and pulled it out . . . "Camille, stop, stop, you're going to kill me, please, please, stop, Camille . .." Audrey was screaming loud into the room as I tore into her, beating her vagina with my fingers, tormenting her deliciously as I felt her loud moan, knew she was coming, coming, coming, falling limp against the bed.
I stopped all movement and stared down at her as she lay prone, her eyes closed, on the bed. I loved the way her nipples swept up and the dark coral color ... I gently touched their hard, erect, swollen centers and saw a flicker of a smile on her face. I lifted each breast up with my hands and squeezed as if they were oranges ... I loved the soft glow of her skin.
I bent over to kiss her and tingled anew at the touch of my own swollen nipples brushing against hers ... what could be more lovely? Her mouth opened to mine and our kiss was so total, so enveloping....
"Well, not a bad show for an old lady!"
Audrey and I froze and I could not believe that shrill, hard voice I had just heard behind me. Slowly, I lifted myself off of Audrey and turned around. There was a woman much older" than Audrey, I thought, standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and her face was a mask of ice and hatred as I saw her staring at me. She had the plainest face I had ever seen, and the hatred only served to make it even uglier. I thought her lips were vulgar, large and losing their shape and all elasticity ... her body was concealed by a long, bright red robe that did nothing for her, and her hair was a mass of tangles, drab brown and gray tangles.
"Meredith, what are you doing here?" I heard Audrey whisper breathlessly, as if she were frightened of this creature who had broken the magical spell we had been in.
"I live here, in case you have forgotten. Now, get your disgusting, filthy body up and take this slut home, to whatever alley you picked her up in." Her voice reminded me of a frog, I wanted to spit in her face. Surely Audrey didn't live with this creature?
Smirking devilishly, she came over to the bed and openly stared at my body. I jumped up to gather my clothes. I felt as if she were violating my body with her eyes. She sat down next to Audrey and began to pinch her nipples, the same nipples I had been kissing so tenderly. I hated her!
"Meredith, please, leave us alone, get out of my room, and I'll take care of this. Please, I am begging, leave us." Audrey was pleading with her and I could see the tears swelling in her eyes. I didn't understand this, how could she love her?
"Nothing doing, I'm not moving. Tell your little slut to get out, she's had enough of my property, and now it's my turn. Do you understand?" As soon as she had said that, I saw her twist Audrey's nipples until she winced in pain, but said nothing. I ran out of the room, my shoes in my hands and looked for a door. My beautiful evening had been ruined by this horrible woman. I felt suddenly very guilty. What was wrong with me? I felt lowly, and ashamed of what I had done.
When I came out into the cool night air, my senses felt sharpened and I tried to get hold of myself as I walked down the street. I didn't have any idea where I was, or how to get home, but I didn't care. I felt wasted, ruined at an early age. Was I really turning into a lesbian? It hadn't been disgusting when I was craving Audrey's body, but now, it seemed so cheap and cold. Maybe Wendy had been right, you should care about the person you give yourself to-but I had cared, until that woman came in, why did she have to ruin everything?
"Hi, honey, you need a lift home?"
I looked up in relief as I saw Clara's blonde head popping out of the window of her car. I was saved! I didn't even answer her, but ran to get in the car.
"Wow, you look all beat... what's happened to you? Some punk get too fresh with you?" She was laughing again, her great laugh.
"Not really." I didn't want to tell her, didn't want her to know that I was such a rotten person. Why hadn't I been with some nice young guy?
"You don't have to talk about it. I remember how it was with me before I got used to the way things are. You'll find out one day that it's worth it, and everything will be fine." She put her arm around my shoulders as she drove and I loved her for her kindness, how could she possibly know that I had gone to such low levels so fast? I would cleanse myself, that's what I'd do, and not ever let something like that happen again.