Chapter 4
Misty led the way into the house, where they paused so that Sally could lean into the dining room to greet her parents. They acknowledged her presence as they sat, sipping their coffee.
"We're going to my room to talk girl talk," Misty said pointedly, putting her parents on notice that they wanted their privacy respected.
As they went up the stairs Sally shook her head. "You sure got a good deal with your folks. I wish mine would leave me alone that way."
In the bedroom Misty turned and looked over her best friend. Sally was about five feet three, and her hair fell in glossy dark folds at either side of her face. Her eyes were a deep brown and they looked out from under black lashes. Her eyebrows also were a heavy black and, although
Sally's surname was Jenner, Misty saw Italian blood in her somewhere.
Misty crawled up on her bed, propping a pillow behind herself and leaning against the wall. She threw a pillow at Sally and the brunette caught it. She tucked it behind her head as she sprawled across the foot of the large bed. She wore a tight T-shirt and even tighter jeans, so that her clothing seemed to have been painted on.
Misty could see the outline of her nipples and even the outline of her cunt lips. So, her friend wore nothing at all under her jeans, either. Neither of them wore any more clothing than was absolutely necessary. Misty was staring at her friend when Sally broke her concentration.
"Hey, what's going on? You're awfully quiet. You're looking at me as though you've never seen me before."
Misty smiled. "I'm sorry. I... I had sort of a busy day."
"Oh? What happened?"
Misty decided to let it all hang out. "I lost my cherry."
Sally jumped, the bed shaking, and her eyes grew wide. "So, you've finally done it. Welcome to the club. I think that's wonderful."
Misty licked her lips. "You've lost yours?"
"Hell, a couple of years ago."
Misty shook her head slowly. "God, I never knew what it was gonna be like."
"Nobody does," Sally said, reaching for Misty's now bare foot and touching it. She rested her fingers on her ankle. They both had shed their shoes before sprawling on the bed. "Who was the lucky man?"
Misty shook her head slowly from side to side. "I don't think I can tell you."
"Do I know him?"
She nodded. "Very well. Someday I'll tell you, and then you'll know why I can't now. Not until I've had a lot more experience."
Sally was thoughtful for a few moments. "There are lots of kinds of things you can get into, now that you've gotten your feet wet."
Misty smiled. "like what?"
Sally rolled over, got up on her hands and knees, and she crawled up next to Misty, grinning broadly. She looked down at the bare thighs. "Girl to girl. You dig?"
Misty stared, her mouth open. She'd heard of such things, and the idea never had repelled her, because girls were so much more gentle than boys, but she never had dreamed that Sally.. .
The brunette plopped on her stomach and inched up until she was up on her elbows, next to Misty's head. The two girls locked eyes for a long minute, before Sally's face came down. Misty couldn't believe it was happening, even as it was indeed happening.
Lips came down to meet hers. They were soft, full lips, feminine lips. Sally was such a sweet voluptuous thing, so totally all-girl. As they kissed Misty got worried and she broke the kiss, turning her head away.
"This is sick. I never thought you were this sort of person."
Sally grasped her chin, pulling her head around so that their eyes locked again. "Not so naive, my no-longer-a-virgin friend. It doesn't matter what people do, so long as they both enjoy it and so long as they're discreet."
Misty sighed. "That's what my brother told me."
She stiffened as Sally let out a yelp of joy. "Aha! So it was Jerry. I suspected as much. I figured when he got a look at you after being gone three years he'd realize you'd turned into the most desirable thing in town. So, that's really groovy. How neat to have your own brother teach you. It's perfect, you know, because you can make your mistakes with him and be perfect when you're out in the mainstream."
Misty made a face. "It's all sort of sick."
"This isn't sick," Sally insisted as she again lowered her face over Misty's. The two women kissed, a long and lingering kiss in which Sally sucked deeply on Misty's juices, her tongue darting into her mouth and inviting Misty's tongue to do the same.
Misty tried to fight it, but it was a wonderful sensation as their tongues played with one another like puppies. Soon she had her tongue in the dark girl's mouth and she was enjoying every minute of it. They broke their kiss and Misty protested when Sally began to reach inside the scoop neck of her dress.
"Hey, kissing is one thing, but we can't go all the way down each other's bodies."
Sally shrugged, her breasts bobbing tightly as she leaned over Misty's body. "Why not? You still don't get it, do you? Whatever we do is our business. If you don't like it when we're finished, well.. . I'll never bother you again."
Misty merely blinked as a gentle soft hand reached inside her summer dress. The hand plucked out a breast, which was placed over the top of her bodice. Then the other breast was brought out for inspection.
"You have wonderful knockers," Sally purred. "Every girl in high school hated you for having such fine jugs, you know."
Misty flushed. "Yours are just as good."
The hair swirled darkly as Sally denied it. "No, yours are superior."
Misty was forced to do the right thing. She reached up, pulling Sally's T-shirt up to her chin so that she could inspect her naked breasts. The mounds were heavy and high with nipples that were darker than Misty's. They were, if anything, larger than Misty's, despite the fact that Sally was a smaller woman. Her entire body was more stocky, more heavily built, not willowy as was Misty's.
Misty ran her thumbs over the nipples and, as she did, the dark girl shuddered. Her eyes rolled and she leaned her hands into Misty's breasts. Together the women massaged each others mounds, their soft moans of pleasure filling the room which Misty had been careful to lock as they came in. They writhed on the bed, lying at one another's side, their hands busy. Finally Sally felt a hand on her knee.
"No," she snapped, stiffening. "That's too much."
"In a pig's ass," Sally snapped right back. "Look, I'm getting sick of your fake prude act. You made it with your brother. You can damned well make it with me. After all, what are friends for?"
Misty had no answer to that and so the hand on the knee crept up her thigh. It went all the way up to her crotch in a few seconds and then it was lifting her skirt all around, up to her waist. Godl Misty thought, suddenly panicked. Her body was totally exposed to Sally's gaze.
She lurched away, rolling over on her belly. She lay flat as her dress was lifted over her bottom. "Christ, what an ass," Sally whispered. "You have magnificent cheeks. I've wanted to eat it for a year now."
Misty felt a kiss on her bottom and she jumped, her tender flesh jumping with. her. She felt another kiss, and another, until her ass was being peppered with kisses. Then lips were burrowing into the crack of her bottom, and a tongue was at work, rasping like a cat's tongue.
"Oh, no more of that!" Misty wailed as she again pulled away. She rolled to her side, facing Sally, who was flat on her belly. She looked at the profile of the brunette's back and bottom It was very, very good, and so she touched the ass. "You're nicely curved yourself, you know?"
Surprisingly, Sally flushed. "Not many people say nice things about my body. I'm too short."
"A pretty compact package, that's you," Misty said right back. "You have a lovely figure."
"Show me, don't tell me," Sally pleaded.
So Misty showed her best friend. She ran her fingers into the crack of her bottom and, as she did so, Sally showed her appreciation by slipping her hand over the blonde crotch, cupping it as though she were picking up a furry tame mouse. Misty lurched, gasping in surprise and delight.
Her eyes turned glassy as she stared at the ceiling. The next thing she knew her dark friend was crawling over on top of her body and spreading her legs. She was doing what Jerry had done that morning while they were standing in the kitchen. Bui:-my God-she thought, Sally was a girl. She didn't have a prick. What could she do between Misty's leers?
Sally quickly demonstrated what she could do.
She forced Misty's knees wide and smiled straight down at her golden pussy. "God, what a jewel box you've got. The men of this world are going to be entertained for the next forty years."
Misty did not reply. She was speechless as Sally settled herself down on the wide open crotch. Misty felt the stiff curly hairs of the black pelt scratch against the lips of her cunt. Sally's pussy was a slash of darkness, a pelt of beaver-black hair that looked terribly virile. Sally wormed the pelt hard against Misty's crotch, almost as though she were trying to fuck her. Then Misty stiffened. Good God! Sally was trying to fuck her!
She felt something, something very small but very hard. It must have been Sally's little erect button, that penis-like thing Misty had been wondering about earlier that day. Now she was discovering how it could be used to the ultimate. But it was very difficult as Sally smashed her body against Misty's trying desperately to make her little knot of muscle do the job of a real cock.
Something was working, because Misty felt her juices start to flow. The massage on her cunt lips was effective. She felt them puff up and her body began to secrete. Sally felt it, too, and she called out.
"Good girl. Now wrap your legs around my waist, those beautiful long fucking legs I envy so much. Wrap them tightly and then lock your heels over the small of my back. Turn your body into a vise and screw on the pressure-all the way!"
Misty tried to do as she was told. She stretched her legs on either side of the shoving body, the body that writhed against her crotch. She bent her knees and her feet collided somewhere above them both. She locked her ankles tightly and drew down. It was like tightening a vise, all right, and she felt their pussies mash together.
"Oh, wonderful, fucking wonderful!" Sally cried, so loudly that, for an instant, Misty feared her parents might hear. But there was no sound from outside the room. Thank heavens for old-fashioned houses with thick floors and walls.
The women wormed their crotches together and the result was inevitable. Soon they began their twin orgasms, milking one another's bodies of the female juices. The musky odor filled the room as they jerked together, rasping their bushes back and forth, all the time locked firmly in place by Misty's strong legs.
Misty felt her convulsions start, the spasms rocking her belly and making her muscles jump for joy. Her nerves were singing a siren song as she gushed forth, her milk pouring into their matted hair. She felt the other's milk meeting hers as Sally, with a thin wail of pleasure, also came. They struggled as their bodies remained locked until their spasms at last stopped.
Then they lay quietly, perspiration making them shine. Their clothes were a mess, Sally's ripped-open jeans stained darkly and Misty's pretty summer dress wrinkled. Misty knew she'd have to hide it, wash it and iron it when her mother was out of the house.
The girls rolled apart, each on her back, their wide eyes staring at the ceiling. As they lay Misty felt for Sally's body, working her hand over the soggy jeans and into the damp dark thatch between her legs. She idly pressed her finger into the hole, swishing about until she found the button. She worked her finger against it as Sally stirred.
"Hey, no fair. That feels disgustingly good."
Misty giggled. "That's the whole idea. I wanted to feel for myself that wonderful clitoris you have. God, you're a total person, almost as male as female."
Sally sighed, still staring at the ceiling. "You don't think that's weird, do you? I mean, I'm built like a woman, but I know how to use my body in AC-DC fashion. It's technique, nothing biological, if you get my meaning."
"I get your meaning and I think it's terrific," Misty purred, as she pulled her finger from the still dripping cunt. "I'm learning from experts today."
They lay still for a half-hour or so, until their clothes were dry enough for Sally to get up and straighten her jeans and T-shirt. Misty removed her ruined dress and stood at the door, naked. She unlocked it and said, "You don't mind letting yourself out, do you? If I come down in other clothes, they might wonder."
Sally stood before her best friend and she leaned forward, kissing her on the lips. She pulled the naked body against her briefly and Misty loved the feeling of their breasts being squeezed together.
"I'll do anything you say from now on, sweetheart," the dark woman said. "I'm your slave."
"Just be my friend," Misty asked.
"Sure, that, too." Then the dark woman was gone, slipping into the corridor to make her way out of the house without being inspected too closely by Mr. and Mrs. Sommer.
Misty, still naked, threw herself across her bed, her body still tingling and her head still whirling. She knew she wasn't finished yet, that she wanted more sexual experiences, a whole lot more.
She lay on her belly, her breasts flattened against the bedding, and she thought deep thoughts. How important was sex going to be in her life? Would she ever reach the point-where she would get enough? She knew it was a myth that people lost their desire for sex. The fact was that some people got their kicks out of sex-one way or another-all of their lives.
But Misty couldn't seem to get enough of that wonderful stuff, even though she'd been at it all day. Her first day of non-virginity had been a corker and she felt she'd have to slow down, take it easy, make things go more slowly for a while.
She eventually crawled under the covers, leaving her body naked. She fell asleep almost at once and, if she dreamed at all, they were pleasant dreams. She wasn't satiated, but she'd gone a long way toward bringing relaxation to her frustrated female body.. . .
Misty awoke to another sunny morning in California and, as she lay in bed, she could hear her mother moving about the house. Before long there was a tapping at her door and then it opened slowly. Her mother stuck her head into the room.
"Well, sleepyhead, are you going to stay in bed all day?"
Her mother was dressed in one of her downtown-with-the-girls outfits and, briefly, Misty wondered if her downtown companions were only other women. She smiled as she kept the covers up to her chin, because her mother thought it was sinful to sleep naked.
"I'm on my way. Your father's gone and Jerry's down at some garage working on his car. I declare, that boy should hire out as a mechanic."
Misty blinked. "There's nobody home?"
"Just you and me, and I'm on my way. I'll see you about three or four. There's food in the refrigerator. Eat up the cake, if you can. It's just getting old."
Misty nodded from her pillow. "Have a nice day. Don't worry, I'll take care of things."
Mrs. Sommer hesitated, looking worried. "Misty... V
"What?"
"Do you think Jerry is different?"
"Sure. He's three years older. He's a man, mother. Your little boy is grown up."
Mrs. Sommer smiled as she came across the room and leaned over the bed, kissing her daughter on the lips. "So is my little girl. Just think, this fall you'll both be in college. You make me feel old."
"You don't look old," Misty said, and she meant it. "God, I hope I look like you at forty."
"Thirty-nine, dear," her mother said as she slipped out of the room. "Remember, let's not rush things. It's thirty-nine, until further notice."
Then she was gone, with Misty staring after her. What did her mother do out all day almost every day? Misty knew she occasionally met her father for lunch, but she still had a great deal of free time. Misty sighed as she heard the car pull out of the drive.
Then she threw back the covers and headed for the bathroom. She was coming out, her mouth tingling from fresh toothpaste, when the telephone rang. She pranced out into the hall and snatched it up.
"Hi, it's me again." It was Sally, sounding somewhat tentative. "Are we still friends?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't we be?"
"I was afraid you might have had second thoughts after I left last night." There was a pause and then Sally was saying, "Yes, he's a groovy boy, but I won't go out with him."
"What?" Misty cried, wrinkling her nose. "You're not making sense."
"My mother just went by," Sally said in a loud whisper. "Look, I'm coming over to see you."
"Uh, that's swell, Sally, but I don't think we'd better get into any more of that sort of thing. At least, not as a steady diet. You know we could turn into lesbians, or something."
"Oh, bosh," There was a moment of silence. "But I want to talk to you about how we can fix that, all right?"
They hung up and Misty pulled on an old shirt that had once belonged to her brother. She also wiggled into a pair of green shorts. She slipped her feet into sandals and then she brushed her hair in the mirror. She smiled at herself, seeing that, even without her virginity, she didn't look any different. She looked better, in fact.
She went downstairs and ate a little cold cereal and drank a glass of milk. She was at the kitchen table when Sally tapped at the back door. She let her brunette friend in, they kissed briefly, and then they sat down at the table. Sally accepted a bowl of cereal. When they were finished, the dark girl folded her hands and looked seriously at her friend.
Misty smiled, tilting her head in a winsome way she had. "All right, what's the mystery?"
"You were right on the telephone. It isn't a good thing for you to play around with your brother and your best girlfriend. You've got to get some good, solid, healthy, outside relationships going. Who do you know?"
Misty shrugged. "The guys at the beach."
"Good idea. Let's get our asses over there and see if anybody wants to get laid."
Misty sighed. "God, such talk."
"Well, we've got to find you somebody in a hurry, some nice, healthy, friendly boy who wouldn't be a threat. You've got to learn with someone you can trust, someone who isn't your own brother."
Just then the telephone rang.