Chapter 2
The girls left the house chattering like magpies. An observer would have been amazed that either could have been listening to the other and still rattle out strings of words like a berserk machine gun. But that's what was happening. Although both were talking, both were listening intently, observing each other and taking in a full brain-load of impressions.
Before they reached the nearby hamburger stand, Francoise and Katherine knew each other better than some people who had been acquaintances for years. There was an undefinable communion of spirit between the two stunning blondes, a rapport that was forged instantly into a strong bond.
"So you're staying here just for the year?" asked Katherine.
.. "Oui. Oh, I mean yes! I should speak English to learn it better." The French girl seemed slightly nonplussed at her momentary lapse and looked down to the stained table top where her Seven-Up was becoming diluted from the melting ice cubes.
Both were oblivious to the stares of the males in the hamburger joint; anyone of those stares would have melted not only ice cubes but
hearts as well. Francoise and Katherine, however, were too busy talking to notice.
"That's all right. I should be practicing my French."
"Uh, yes, Jeff mentioned you wanted to go to the Sorbonne. Have you been to France?" Francoise's verdant green eyes seemed to bore into Katherine's soul, delving deeply into the pools of blue-green that marked one of the few differences in appearance between them.
"Yes, but only for a short while. You know. Tourist stuff. Through the Louvre in a couple hours, a drive past the Eiffel Tower, that kind of thing. But that's the sort of trip I can get out of a tour book. What's it like living in France?"
"I don't understand." Francoise let her eyes roam slowly across the table and study Kath-erine's body as if for the first time. What she saw she liked. The French girl envied the American's well-formed breasts thrusting proudly against the simple blue and white striped blouse without realizing her own jugs were easily a match in both size and perfection.
"What's it like to live in France . . . you know, what do you do when you're not in school? What do you do for fun? That sort of thing."
"Oh, more or less the same things as here. Boys. Men really. I prefer the older man. And we have discotheques. And I find your attitudes here about wine and drinking to be ... uh ..."
"Backwards?" Katherine supplied. Francoise nodded. She smiled as her eyes
locked onto Katherine's again. "And of course, France is so much more sophisticated in some areas. Like sex. We are a freer country, more open. When we want something, there is none of the, how do you call it, beating around the bush."
Katherine licked her suddenly dry lips and took a quick drink of her Coke. From the way Francoise was eyeing her, it was obvious what the young French girl had in mind, what she was saying.
"I don't know. We're getting to be pretty open about sex in America. It's no big thing if you screw on a date. I mean, nobody ..." Katherine stopped short when she saw the glint in the blazing green eyes. Those twin pools of radioactive green fire seemed to beckon to her, to invite her to share something she had never before considered.
Katherine suddenly found herself wondering what it would be like to make love to another girl. A girl as sexy and attractive as Francoise. The thought fluttered through her mind, then she quickly shoved it away as something perverse.
And yet...
Francoise said, "In France, it becomes tiresome always doing the same thing. For the difference in sex, sometimes we indulge in the sameness."
Katherine's puzzled expression indicated she was not fully following the gist of the foreign girl's words.
"Sometimes women make love to other women. Have you ever done that, Katherine?" Francoise leaned back and ran her hands along
her ribs, silhouetting her curves slightly, pressing her own breasts firmly enough against the fabric of her blouse to make it obvious she was not wearing a bra. The blood pressures and pulse rates of a dozen males quickly rose when they saw the move. But before any of them could rise and come over to introduce themselves to either of the blondes, Katherine made
her decision.
"Françoise, this place is a bit crowded. Let's go over to my house. My folks won't be home from work for a couple of hours and we can ... get to know each other better."
Françoise flashed a dazzling white smile and lithely rose. As the duo left the small restaurant, several dozen pairs of lusting eyes followed them. Some eyes were focused on the gentle rotary swaying of their asses as they wiggled out, others concentrated on the slender white legs flashing from under their short skirts, still others couldn't be pulled from the swell of the mountains of flesh jutting from the girls' chests. A few managed to take in the complete picture of beauty and proceed to the classic beauty of their faces, but those intrepid souls were few and they quickly regretted their action.
It was obvious the two girls had eyes only for each other. Boys were fun. But not now. Not when there were new vistas to be explored, new frontiers to be pioneered. Katherine's tits rose and fell heavily as her breathing rate increased in anticipation, and she felt herself growing damp between the legs. It appalled her as much as it thrilled her. Françoise appeared cool, composed, and al-
most aloof on the surface. That was the role she chose as befitting a French girl. She barely dared admit that she was feeling more than a little wet in the crotch and that flights of butterflies zinged back and forth in her stomach. Inside, she was tense with anticipation. For all her talk, she had only once before ever made love to another girl.
But only once before had she ever found a woman who attracted her the way that Katherine did. Françoise could hardly wait !
The communication between the pair was virtually telepathic. Few words were exchanged yet both knew what the other was thinking. They knew what they wanted to do and the opportunity presented itself. The two girls wanted each other, and their desires were growing more and more uncontrollable with each passing minute.
By the time Katherine opened the front door to the house, the sexual tension between the pair was at a breaking point. In a husky voice, Françoise said, "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I want you so badly!" Her slender fingers reached out and gently stroked Katherine's cheek, glided around behind her golden hair and pulled the head forward. Fran-coise's lips met her new found friend's in an open-mouthed kiss that was, at first, hesitant.
Katherine felt the wetness, tasted the sweet saliva of the other girl's mouth and tensed involuntarily. But the pressure on the back of her head prevented her departure. With sudden resolve and sheer lust, her tensions evaporated, and Katherine returned the kiss with
all the fervor and intensity she could summon from her inner being.
Their lips melted together, sampling each other's oral delights to the fullest. Francoise's tongue darted out and tantalizingly taunted the American girl's. Katherine, not to be outdone by her French cousin, began to swirl her own tongue in spirals until she gained entry into the dank, wonderous oral cavity of her friend. Once there, Katherine began to stroke and pet Francoise's tongue with her own, reveling in the rough, wet feel of oral flesh against oral flesh.
Like two sex gourmets, they passionately kissed and explored the other's dark, wet oral cavern. Francoise used her digit of taste to outline every tooth she could reach, then slipped the pink tip of her tongue between Katherine's teeth and upper lip. Maintaining the pressure of the kiss, the French girl began to pull her tongue back and forth until she managed to elicite a muffled moan of pleasure from Katherine.
Francoise, being the more experienced, took the lead in demonstrating what could be done by two women. While one hand maintained its post laced through the honey-colored strands of Katherine's hair, the other began to rove over the smooth, sensuous body, unfastening buttons and clips.
Katherine got the idea that she didn't have to stand there with her arms hanging limp at her sides. Once she realized that, she began fondling and squeezing the lightly imprisoned jugs. Under the thin material of Francoise's blouse, Katherine could feel the nipples gorg-
ing with blood, filling and turning into rock-hard little marbles. Her own nipples had long since begun to burn and char lances of pleasure into her chest.
Katherine broke free for a moment and gasped, "Let's get undressed, and then . .. then ..." Her voice was lost in a moan as Francoise rubbed her palm against the protuberant mound thrusting forward in wanton invitation.
"Yes, Katherine, we get naked and then . . . what? Do we stroke each other's furry little pussy like this ..." Francoise's voice trailed off as she managed to rid Katherine of both her skirt and panties in a deft movement that the American girl, in her fog of lust, could never have duplicated. The slender fingers wiggled through Katherine's jungle of pubic hair and stroked along her now flowing sex slash with practiced motions intended to drive the girl mad with lust.
Every time Francoise's hand moved between her legs, Katherine felt tingling surges of electricity volt into her genitals. The French girl seemed to know just the right spots to touch, just the right amount of pressure to exert. When she touched Katherine's tiny lust-knob, the teenager moaned out, "God! That feels sooooo goooood! Finger it, Francoise! Finger my clit!"
Francoise knew that the sensations racing into Katherine's belly would be reaching a high point now. She would be experiencing a cyclone of passion whipping about inside her body, thrashing and tossing her senses as if caught in a hurricane. The waves of pleasure would
hurl throughout her body and ignite kegs of gunpowder in her brain. That wasn't what the French girl wanted. Not yet.
That was for later.
Now she would be content with slipping her fingers up the slippery twat, delighting in the feel of Katherine's inner juices dribbling along her fingers and into her palm. Finally trickling down her wrist, Katherine's sticky juices were as much of a turn-on to Francoise as Katherine's squeezing down with convulsive strength on the twin mountains of titflesh presented to her clutching hands.
Francoise, in spite of being a year younger, was vastly more experienced than Katherine in the ways of sex. With deft moves, she soon had released the other girl's bra and removed her own blouse, managing to stain the front slightly with Katherine's juices. It did not matter to either of them, however. All that mattered was each other. Totally naked and exposed to one another, the two girls stood back for a moment and just looked. Katherine had the feeling she was looking into a mirror and seeing her own reflection. Francoise was more than just a sister in appearance; she could have been an identical twin except for the slight difference in the color of their eyes.
Francoise realized that Katherine, for all her lust and longing, didn't really know what to do. The French girl studied the material with which she had to work and was likewise astounded by the similarity. That revelation was all she needed to proceed. She knew what
turned her on. It had to work with Katherine as well. Two human beings who looked so much alike had to have similar sexual responses.
It may not have been good psychology, but it worked.
Francoise dropped to her knees and buried her pert nose in the moist thatch of Katherine's pussy. She nuzzled around the fragrant forest with dewdrops of cunt juice hanging suspended near the vulva and massaged the twin demi-globes of ass flesh that readily came into her grasp.
Pulling Katherine close, Francoise's agile tongue raced out and played up and down the soft, fur-rimmed slit of her American friend. Katherine strained and shoved her hips forward, spread her slender legs slightly and attempted to get as much of the French tongue up her twat as she could. The feeling of that wet oral member dragging up and down her cuntal lips was exciting. She loved it when a boy did it, but this was so much different.
Francoise knew what turned a woman on and made full use of that firsthand knowledge to drive Katherine to brink of orgasm, stop, pull her back, then shove her to that wonderous abyss again. Katherine felt her legs go weak and watery when the French girl's tongue finally penetrated her cunt and began swirling around inside the tight little channel. Francoise would lap and slurp up the juices she found lurking inside coating the velvety walls, then slip out and suck lightly on the miniscule spike of Katherine's clitoris. Each trip produced a different and new delight for the girl receiving the eating out of her young life.
First it was icicles shoved up her quim. Then it was a flaming hot rod searing her interior. Liquid, soft, soothing and gentle, would seem to fill her orifice and calm her convulsing cuntal walls. As her heartbeat slowed, Francoise would nip lightly on the erect clit, lick it once or twice and send Katherine's heart tripham-mering away again with excitement and poorly
concealed lust.
Each excursion into what had been exclusively a manhole was different, each trip more exciting than the last. Katherine's mind no longer thought coherently as Francoise worshipped her snatch, eating and devouring pussy as it had seldom been done before.
"F . . . Francoise!" Katherine blurted, "MORE! PLEASE! Tongue fuck me!"
Francoise didn't really hear anything. She was lost in a wonderland of her own. Seldom did she want to suck on another girl's cunt, but it was a rare treat and one she enjoyed immensely. The salty tang of Katherine's cunt juices, the viscous fluid dribbling down her chin and neck, the straining of her tongue as it prodded into the ripply membraned channel that seemed wallpapered with velvet. The musk odor that pervaded and filled Francoise's nostrils was as heady as any man's. The soft, sensuously smooth asscheeks filling her hands were meant to be squeezed, fondled and played with.
Francoise took full advantage of every possibility open to her. Yet something was missing. And it was between her own legs. Her crotch ached. It burned. It tingled and demanded to be attended to.
Using her handhold, she pulled Katherine down to the floor. It was regrettable, but the French girl had to abandon her succulent post between her friend's legs. But she knew that soon she would return there and would have Katherine nosing around in the neglected lands of her own snatch.
"Francoise!" Katherine said in horror, "You're not stopping! You can't!"
"Hush, my lovely. I need you as badly as you do me. Nestle your pretty little head between my legs while I do the same. You should taste the sweetness of pussy at least once!"
Katherine appeared dubious, then said, "Okay. But not here on the entryway floor. It's too damn cold. Let's go to my room."
Arms encircling each other's body, the pair fondled and caressed their way down the hall to Katherine's room. Her bed wasn't large, but it was vastly softer and more appealing than the linoleum floor. And the soft chenille bedspread seemed to reach out and motion the two onward, promising soft, sensual delights in addition to the more carnal ones they could give each other.
They curled up in the time-honored 69 position. Katherine's fervor had died down somewhat but Francoise's hadn't. The French girl's avid licking and caressing of the American's vulva and clit soon aroused Katherine again.
And this time, she was able to return the favor to Francoise!
As she felt Francoise's tongue swiftly dive into her cunt, Katherine heavily exhaled. Her hot breath sensitized the already throbbing, blood surfeited labia of the French girl. Kath-
erine's tongue lightly, tentatively touched the vulva rimmed with bristly blond hairs. Still unsure, she shoved her oral member out and between the blushing pink gates to Francoise's cunt. Instantly, a flood of internal lubricants gushed out and almost drowned her. But she didn't care. The reaction in Francoise was immediate. Her own tonguings had increased in pressure and speed until Katherine thought she might loose her mind in the pleasure, and outright yearning generated throughout her
young body.
The cunt juices were everything Katherine had thought and more! The salty tang was indescribable. The slightest taste whetted her appetite for more, tensed her body and tautened her already firm tits until it seemed they would burst with internal pressure. Her entire body seemed more alive than she had thought possible, and it was all because of the blonde nuzzling and nibbling away between her legs.
Katherine opened her mouth wide and engulfed the labia presented to her, then sucked for all she was worth. At first she imagined it was a man's cock in her mouth, but the flavorful juices that seemed to rocket from Francoise's interior and into her mouth soon dispelled that. This wasn't perverted at all! She enjoyed this as much as sucking cock, and what was the difference anyway?
Her body's nerve endings seemed to come alive and be aware of sensations Katherine had only vaguely felt previously. The softness of the bedspread cradled her and rubbed along her side. One tit sank down into the softness and was rubbed and tweaked by the inanimate
surface. Her lower leg was constantly pressed into the surface and tickled until she could barely keep from squirming. That was something she didn't want to do for fear of dislodging Francoise from her berth between the-pillars of her snowy white legs.
The French girl could be heard slurping and lapping away like a dog at its bowl. But most important, Katherine could feel the full effects of her friend's tongue. It penetrated deeply into her twat and rolled around inside her belly, smearing the thick juices uniformly over the crenulated walls of her vagina. And the blond hair rubbed so delightfully against her tender inner thigh! The feel of Francoise's lips on her sex lips, the electric surges that knifed into her belly and charred her nerves, the pleasant, drifting feeling all combined to make this lesbian lovemaking something unique in Katherine's expreience.
So unique and wonderful she hoped that it would last forever!
She tried to return the favor to Francoise by sucking even harder on the quim so elegantly presented to her mouth. Katherine tried to duplicate what her friend was doing at the other end of her body, but didn't have the expertise. On impulse, Katherine stopped stroking the curvaceous body and located the humid crease between Francoise's buttocks.
A long-fingered hand dipped into that dark, dank valley and located the anal sphincter. Katherine was surprised at the reaction when she lightly touched that tightly clenched muscle.
Francoise cried out, "Shove it in, Katherine, shove your finger in hardV*
Katherine did. The reaction in the French girl was extraordinary. Without benefit of lubrication, it had to hurt like having a white-hot poker rammed up her ass, but Francoise seemed to enjoy it. Once inside, Katherine began to wiggle her finger about and thrust in and out like a mock penis.
With her tongue shoved as far up Fran-coise's cunt as possible, Katherine could even feel her own finger through the girl's delicate
internal tissues.
That seemed to drive Francoise into a frenzy of sexual activity. She increased her actions against Katherine's cunt and gripped at flesh with fierce intensity.
When Katherine began to suck on the spike of Francoise's clitoris, that was the trigger required to bring off the French girl. Her body muscles all tightened, and she screamed, "AIEEEEEE! GOD! SUCK ittttt!"
Katherine could barely hear her friend's cries, her ears being imprisoned between the marble pillars of Francoise's luscious thighs. But the message came through loud and clear, and she sucked on the girl's clit for all she was worth. Katherine's cheeks went concave under the intense pressure and the girl felt as if she might black out from lack of oxygen.
The effort was worth it, however, just feeling the wracking waves hurtling throughout Francoise's body, knowing that she, Katherine, had actually caused the other's orgasm.
As Francoise's body released her from the intense grip of climax, she seemed undaunted in her attempts to set off a similar orgasm in Katherine's body. The American girl felt the
suction on her own cunt increase, the dampness and hardness of a tongue shoving in and out of her accelerate, the delicate, scalloped inner labia titillated more with every motion.
Francoise began moving her head back and forth, dragging her luxurious blonde hair along Katherine's sensitive thighs. The French girl allowed her free hand to gently explore the rolling contours of the other teenager's body and occasionally linger on the exposed nipple, hard with lust.
Katherine found herself assaulted by a wild assortment of sensory inputs. The delectible taste of another woman's cunt, the tickly feeling on her nose as she edged back and forth along Francoise's perineum, and the matted hair dragging across her chin, the vastly different odor of an aroused female, the heaving throbbing, burning sensations Francoise was so expertly administering to her genitals all melted together in Katherine's mind.
With so many erotic stimuli pounding at her barriers, she could not long restrain herself. She cast aside all of her inhibitions about making love to another woman and allowed her body to dictate to her.
The climax that seized her body was superb. She was tossed and twirled on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy and hurled to the furthest reaches of a carnal universe she had only been dimly aware of before. As her body squirmed and wiggled, Francoise managed to stick with her and continue to mete out the tongue lashing she had been laying on Katherine's flowing gash for so long. That kept Katherine up high atop the pin-
nacle of her orgasm longer than she would normally have lingered. When she finally collapsed, exhausted, she knew that her few previous sexual encounters had been pale and wan in comparison to this one.
For a brief horrifying instant, Katherine wondered if this meant she was going to be a confirmed lesbian, unable to fuck with a man again and enjoy it.
As if reading her mind, Françoise said, "See? With a woman it is so different, so exciting. But it is still nothing like fucking with a man, feeling his hard manliness fill you and stir passions in your loins that cannot be touched by a woman's tongue. Wait and see !"
Somewhat relieved, Katherine flipped end for end and lay along side Françoise. Together, they gently explored one another's body. The American finally said, "It was wonderful, Françoise. We'll have to do it again. Soon."
"Yes. Soon. But you are so lucky. You know so many of these American boys, and I don't. I feel helpless with them, helpless and yet ... contemptful? Yes, I have contempt. Most are such crass bores. They walk up and say, 'Wanna fuck, baby?' So I ignore them."
Katherine sighed. "A lot of them are like that, but not all. You'll find one who isn't, wait and see."
She giggled a bit as Françoise began to tickle her ribs and rub one firm tit against another.