Chapter 2
"Come on, wake up, Mandy-it's late."
"Huh?" she said groggily, half sitting up and trying in vain to accustom her eyes to the light
"It's late-I've got to get to that meeting ... come on, get up!"
"Oh," she murmured, her mind just beginning to function.
"Well, don't just sit there, come on-get up-we've got to hurry. By the time I take you back to school and go home and change and drive back downtown to the meeting ... oh, shit I hope I don't hold up things."
Mandy threw off the covers, shifted her legs around and finally managed to get her feet planted squarely on the floor. Then, with a tremendous effort, she stood up, looked around, squinting from the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, and hurried into the bathroom.
"Do I have time for a shower?" she called.
"No, do that back at the dorm ... hurry up-I want to be out of here within ten minutes."
Feeling annoyed, then warmed as she remembered their sex the night before, she rinsed her mouth, ran a brush through her hair, used a damp washcloth on her face, then returned to the bedroom and dressed quickly, Rob sitting in the chair, watching her, urging her to hurry.
Finally dressed, feeling gritty from sleep, they checked out of the Hilltop Inn, got into the Porsche, ran the engine idly for a few minutes till the heat started coming up, then took off.
Mandy switched on the radio. Rob switched it off. Mandy rolled the window open a bit. Rob leaned across her and shut it again.
"What's with you this morning?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"Well, you're certainly acting as though something's wrong."
"Look, I've got a lot on my mind, and I'm trying to think. Be quiet, will you."
She was. They didn't say another word to each other till he drove through the main gates of the campus.
"Don't forget what we talked about," he said a bit gruffly. "What?"
"About bringing along one of your classmates."
"Oh."
I'm serious."
"I know-that's the problem."
"Look, Mandy, I don't have time to hassle with you. I've told you what I want. That's all there is to it."
"But-"
"But nothing. I've given you everything you've asked me for-weekends at nice hotels, clothes, money, everything! All I ask is this one little thing. Surely I have that right."
She said nothing, merely waited till he pulled up in front of her dorm, then quickly got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. She didn't turn around till she heard the roar of the motor as he drove off.
Back in her room, back in her blue jeans and sweatshirt lying on her bed, she tried to understand just what was happening in her life. Rob was definitely an issue-a central issue, and she knew exactly what she felt for him and why. What she couldn't understand were her feelings about school, and why she felt so superior to the other students.
It seemed that she was isolated, that Rob offered her the only semblance of reality that existed in the small New England town. Except for Adeline, there was no one to whom she could talk, no one in whom she could confide, feel close to. And she felt very lonely.
There was the sex thing, too. Rob gave her sex-good sex; better sex than she'd ever had from any man, but still she felt unsatisfied sometimes ... maybe, she reasoned, it was because she couldn't just see him whenever she felt like it-it all had to be on his terms, when he was free. He fully expected her to cut classes and break school regulations for him, but he wouldn't ever consider arranging his business schedule according to her free time. It seemed so inequitable, and it made her angry.
Her life seemed so empty, devoid of meaning, yet she could not be any more specific about it. She couldn't determine if the emptiness was a result of the college life, the lack of friends, the lack of male companionship, or merely a result of her own feelings of superiority. It seemed to her that she should feel elated, pleased with her maturity, yet it left her feeling so unsettled and isolated.
What do I want? she asked herself. I know I don't want school, I don't want Rob as a long-term boyfriend, I don't want to be friendlier with the other students. All she knew was what she didn't want-what she did want remained a mystery.
Then she thought of Rob's desire to bring another woman into their sexual relationship. She felt both excited and ashamed, though she had a very difficult time admitting the excitement. It wasn't that she felt afraid of being thought of as a lesbian, or of thinking of herself as a lesbian-she just felt afraid of the openness of it. To freely admit that she could feel sexually aroused by another woman was something she just wasn't prepared to handle. She thought back to the discussions she and Adeline had had about sex and about lesbianism, and suddenly she felt an almost overwhelming need to talk to her.
She got up from the bed, raced out of her room and down the hall, knocked on Adeline's door, got no response, then returned dejectedly to her own room.
She thought she should study, so she picked up a book, but after staring blankly at one page for a half hour, she gave up, turned on the radio, and returned to the bed, where she lay, face-down, her face smothered on the pillow.
She tried to envision herself with Rob and another woman, and it was not as difficult to picture as she'd imagined it would be. In fact, within a few minutes it had become a natural, free, easy kind of imagined relationship, with the three of them nude, in bed, doing all sorts of things to one another's bodies. She pictured herself with her cunt being sucked by a beautiful woman while Rob played with her tits and shoved his cock into her mouth; she pictured the woman sucking her tits while Rob fucked her from behind, doggie style. Her mind's eye flashed from image to image, and she found that she was growing less and less adverse to the idea of a threesome; in fact, it began to appeal to her.
She realized, too, that while sex with Rob was better than any she'd had before, it still left something to be desired. She realized that he always made her have an orgasm, sometimes more than one, but that she still felt empty, somehow, when it was over, and sometimes even during the sex itself.
But what, she asked herself, happens then? If we bring another woman into bed with us, that will become boring too, after a while. And while it would probably do much to relieve her sexual boredom, she doubted that it would in any way affect her general boredom with her life. The problem, she realized, was sexual in part, but it was much greater than sex alone-it was her whole life that was causing the restlessness.
A knock on the door startled her. She lifted her head from the pillow, yelled, "Who is it?" then watched the door open quickly as Adeline came in.
"I thought you were back-I ran into Barbie down the hall and she said you'd been knocking on my door."
"Yeah," Mandy replied.
"What's up?" Adeline asked, sitting down. "How was last night?"
"Oh, you know, the usual," Mandy replied. "Nothing special?"
"Well, we argued for a good part of the evening, and then we got to Manchester and to the hotel, and we took a shower together, had sex-very quickly, I might add-and fell asleep."
"Sounds pretty boring ... though I'm in no position to pass judgment. I went to Carole's 'party' last night-what a drag. These guys, shit, Mandy, they were so bad. I ended up with this one-I think his name was Frank-and we were making out and he was feeling me up, and his hands felt good, so I thought-what the hell, why not? so I sneaked him up to my room."
"And?" Mandy prodded, her interest growing.
"And nothing," Adeline said disgustedly. "We got on the bed, he unzipped his pants, took it out. I reached down to touch him, and he came in my hand."
"Oh, wow," Mandy said. "Too much. Did you throw him out?"
"Well, I really wanted to-I was so horny by then, and angry, too-but I felt sorry for him, so I let him hang around for an hour or so. He kept apologizing and saying that he couldn't understand it-that it'd never happened to him before. But I knew that was bullshit."
"Well, it sounds like your evening was about as bad as mine."
"At least you got laid."
"Yeah, I did, but that wasn't enough."
"Maybe Rob's getting too old," Adeline joked. "Maybe he can't keep it up long enough."
"You know, you might have something there, but I doubt it. His latest kick is trying to get me to bring another girl along and get into a three-way scene."
"How do you feel about it?" Adeline asked.
"Sick, mainly," Mandy replied, then regretted having brought up the subject. But since it was already out in the open, she went on. "Actually, it sort of turns me on, in a way, but it's hard to deal with, you know?"
"I can imagine," Adeline sympathized.
"Anyway, he's been asking about it for the last few weeks, and last night he gave me a sort of ultimatum."
"What are you going to do about it?" Adeline asked, rummaging through her bag for a cigarette.
"I don't know....Give me a cigarette, will you....Anyway," Mandy went on as she accepted Adeline's cigarette and light, "I have to come up with someone. I told him I would-sort of."
"How do you mean 'sort of?"
"Well, he said that he'd always given me everything I've asked him for, which is true, mainly, and that he felt it was certainly his right to ask this of me. I didn't agree in words, but I guess I agreed by keeping silent."
"Yeah " Adeline said, "if you didn't say anything he must've taken it for acceptance."
"So now what do I do?" Mandy said, looking directly at Adeline. "He wants to do it next weekend."
"Have you thought of anyone?" Adeline asked, trying to conceal her excitement
"No," Mandy replied.
Then, summoning all her courage, Adeline said: "Well, I've never done anything like that but since we're such good friends, it would seem logical to ask me."
Mandy looked at her for a long, silent moment flicked the ashes from her cigarette into an ashtray, and said, "Why?"
"Because, like I said, we're such good friends, and besides, you told me how he is in bed, and I'd really like to try him."
"You realize, of course, that it would mean we'd have to get into some kind of scene with each other?"
"Yes," Adeline said very quietly, "I know."
"And you want to?"
Suddenly feeling very embarrassed and that she'd given away too much of her inner feelings, Adeline said, "I'd really like to ball Rob because you said he was good, and if the price I have to pay is getting into a scene with you, well, I'll pay that price."
Again Mandy looked at her friend. Finally she said, "Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes," Adeline answered, looking Mandy right in the eye, I'm sure....That doesn't mean I don't feel a bit of apprehension, but yes, I'm sure."
"Okay," Mandy said, feeling relieved, scared, excited, and horny all at the same time.
"Well," Adeline said, suddenly self-conscious, "now what?"
"Let's go to the cafeteria for coffee," Mandy answered, anxious to get out of the room, anxious to be surrounded by people. She did not like the changes she was going through.
They sipped their coffee in silence, both lost in thought. Mandy felt that she'd betrayed herself by telling Adeline so much; Adeline felt excited at the prospect of going to bed with Mandy and Rob, but afraid that Mandy would think she was a lesbian and not want her as a friend.
Finally Adeline spoke up, and told Mandy of her fears.
"That's ridiculous," Mandy replied. "If anything, it'll bring us closer together....I don't really want to make love with a woman, but if I'm going to, I'd like it to be you."
Adeline blushed as she felt her cunt begin to moisten. "Well, I'm glad you feel that way," was all she could say.
"But you know-I think maybe-just so we could get accustomed to it-we should try it out together, just the two of us, so that next weekend we'd know what to expect and not go through any heavy changes."
"You mean have sex-you and me? Just the two of us?" Adeline said, feeling more and more interested.
"Yes," Mandy answered. "That way we'd know-like I said, we'd know what to expect. And we could find out what each other likes, so that next weekend we could give each other some pleasure....What do you think?"
"I think it sounds like a good idea," Adeline said, tossing her head to get her long hair out of her eyes. "As you said, that way we'd know exactly what the other likes....I mean, if we're going to do it, we might as well have a good time."
That settled, they finished their coffee and returned to the dorm, talking quietly about school, about how so many girls went home for weekends and that the dorm was almost empty.
Back in Mandy's room, Adeline said: "When?"
"Tonight," Mandy replied. "After everyone's gone to sleep."
"Your room or mine?"
"Yours," Mandy replied without hesitation.
"Okay," Adeline said, then gave Mandy a very self-conscious kiss on the cheek and hurried back to her own room, leaving Mandy to her own private thoughts.
Mandy spent the remainder of the afternoon thinking about the night ahead, wondering how it would feel to have Adeline's mouth on her cunt, wondering if she could bring herself to put her own mouth on Adeline's cunt, imagining the feel of their breasts touching, their clitorises rubbing against each other.
It was so quiet she could hear the silence pounding against her eardrums. She'd taken a bath, feeling a little foolish, powdered and perfumed herself as she would have done for a man, then sat on her bed, waiting, anticipating, experiencing doubts and self-recriminations, but none strong enough to make her want to back out.
Is this something I really want to explore? she asked herself. When Mandy had talked about it she'd been so sure, but now, waiting alone in her room, she wasn't so certain. What if I find out I'm a lesbian, that I only want women from now on? she asked herself.
"Oh, fuck it," Adeline murmured aloud, then took off her robe and ran her hands down her breasts and belly. Then she crawled into bed, reached up and switched off the light, and put her hand comfortingly over her cunt.
Then her hands began to roam freely and softly along the curves and plateaus of her body. Her left hand went to her neck, and she began to massage it as her other hand found her breasts. She squeezed one nipple, gently awakening it. She rolled it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, loving the feel of the crinkly aureole.
Then her other hand left her neck and began to toy with the other breast, kneading, cupping, testing the resilience. They were good tits, she thought, not too flabby, not too small. Her bosoms now stimulated, the nipples erect, her hands moved downward. She stared at the ceiling as she felt the cool, soft flesh of her belly and hips. She rubbed her hands across her stomach and down until they came to rest on the indentation of her waist. She began to tickle herself, running her fingertips all over her middle, stopping occasionally to insert a pinky finger into her bellybutton.
When her hands made contact with her pubic hair, when they felt that first tickle of wiry, crinkly hair, she sighed softly, then plunged both hands quickly, forcefully, between her legs. It was damp and hot down there as she ran her middle finger along both sides of her outer lips, separating them from the hair that covered them. She pulled apart the delicate, petal-like lips and ran her index finger up and down along the creamy pink slit, stirring up the juices, preparing herself for her first female lover.
She shoved two fingers deep inside, then, with her other hand, began to play with her clit, flicking it back and forth with a steady rhythm. She'd always loved to masturbate, even when she'd been a little girl, but now masturbation had become a large part of her life, and it gave her immense satisfaction.
Soon her entire body began to respond to her manual caresses, as if her hands belonged to another per son, as if she had no control over them as they rubbed and scratched her to near-orgasm. But she held off, not wanting to come until she was with Mandy.
Mandy, meanwhile, was just closing the door of her room and starting to pad quietly down the carpeted hall toward Adeline's room. Adeline heard the footsteps though, knowing they were Mandy's, and her hands began to work even faster, swirling her clit into a throbbing erection of sexual need. As the footsteps grew louder her inner cunt began to spasm-tiny, fluttering quivers which weren't an orgasm, but almost....
She held her breath in anticipation as Mandy opened the door and slipped into the room.
"Adeline? You awake?" she called softly.
"Mmm-hmmm," Adeline replied, her hands still buried in her crotch.
"Well, move over," Mandy said, her voice harsh and tender simultaneously.
She slipped out of her robe, let it fall to the floor, then walked to the bed and slid beneath the covers, instantly aware of the heat radiating from Adeline's body.
"I want-" Adeline started to say.
"Ssshhhh," Mandy silenced her. "Let's not talk."
She turned to her and slowly, with infinite softness, and placed her mouth against Adeline's. She parted her lips and stuck out just the tip of her tongue, and began to run it around the edges of Adeline's lips, licking her gently, moistening her girlfriend's mouth with her saliva.
The feel of Mandy's tongue on her lips sent a jolt of electric-like heat through Adeline's body. She turned over on her side so that they were lying face to face, and returned the kiss, but more boldly. She pushed her tongue all the way out and into Mandy's mouth, stretching it as far as it would go.
For a moment each girl felt a slight hesitation, questioning, in their minds, if this was what they really wanted. Then, with an urgency neither had ever felt before, their mouths crushed together, tongues shoving, pushing, licking, their parted lips pressed tightly together as they ate each other's mouths.
Mandy wrapped her arms around Adeline, hugging her close as their breasts pushed together, their nipples touching each other. Somehow no decision had been made as to who the aggressor would be, and which would take the passive role. Now, without thought, Mandy took the manly role-it felt so right and natural as she rolled over on top of Adeline, their mouths still locked in feverish desire.
Mandy ran her hands through Adeline's hair as she rhythmically ground her hips on her girlfriend's, her tongue pushing in and out of her mouth. Her clitoris and nipples were fully hardened as they frictioned against Adeline's clit and nipples.
The sheets grew hot from their humping bodies, and gradually they began to dampen with perspiration. Adeline's clitoris was red and throbbing, and the sexual need that filled her cunt emanated outward, spreading to every part of her body.
She moaned and thrust her hips upward, rubbing her cunt against Mandy's, and then Mandy rolled off her and let her hands roam over her girlfriend's body.
She placed both hands firmly against Adeline's breasts, felt the heat radiating from them, felt the stiffened nipples against her palms. She began to squeeze the meaty tits, flashing briefly on the way Rob fondled her own breasts. The tits felt so full and hot, so needing, and she wondered if that was how her own felt to Rob's exploring hands.
She began to pinch and tweak Adeline's nipples, then nuzzled her face in her neck and began to gently chew and suck on her earlobe; then, as she grew more and more horny, she began to dart her tongue in and out of Adeline's ear, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers in rhythm to her tongue thrusts. Soon Adeline's ear was coated with Mandy's saliva, the hair surrounding it damp and clinging to her neck, and she began to murmur softly under her breath.
Mandy, sensing Adeline's rapidly building desire and assuming full control over it, moved her mouth away from her ear and slid downward, replacing her hands on Adeline's heavy tits with her mouth, taking first one and then the other nipple into her mouth and sucking hard.
Her hands moved downward too, playing gently across Adeline's belly and through her pubic hairs, then plunged between her legs and went to work, fondling her cunt.
Adeline felt totally overwhelmed, somewhat frightened by the intensity of the sexuality she was feeling, but more than relieved to let Mandy take care of it. A small cry escaped her heat-parched lips as Mandy's fingers separated her outer cunt lips and ran up and down the creamy slit, coating themselves with Adeline's vaginal juices.
Mandy's own cunt was beginning to pulse, but she did not want to hurry things; she wanted to make long, slow love to Adeline, her first female lover. She continued to play with her cunt, using both hands in rhythm to her lips and teeth working over her nipples. Her left hand curled itself into a fist and pressed hard against the entire vulva as her right hand grazed back and forth over Adeline's clit. She made sure she kept a very steady beat, knowing that Adeline would be unable to stop herself from climaxing very soon. Then she uncurled the fisted hand and inserted her index finger into Adeline's hole, pushing it all the way up and reflecting momentarily how like her own cunt the slippery walls and fleshy folds felt.
She probed and pushed, then, with the tip of her finger, tickled Adeline's cervix. How wonderfully strange, she thought, that I can make love to someone and know exactly what and how they are feeling at every moment. It was almost as if she were masturbating herself, after having duplicated her body to make a partner of it.
Adeline began to grow frantic, her body crying for release. Her hands felt itchy, and she wanted to touch Mandy the way Mandy was touching her. At first she only placed her hands on either side of Mandy's head and held it in place over her left breast, then she grew more bold and allowed her hands to travel down to Mandy's breasts. Mandy squirmed around to allow them room, then continued playing with Adeline's cunt, stirring it into a frenzy.
Adeline began to knead Mandy's big boobs, delighted by the soft firmness, the spongy flesh. She pinched Mandy's nipples as Mandy had pinched hers. She began to pull them more harshly, more demandingly, and Mandy soon could not control her response. Her head shot downward to replace her hands in Adeline's juicy pussy.
As her mouth made contact with the hot, wet bush between Adeline's legs a thought raced through her mind: how repulsed she'd expected to be. She'd always thought that if ever she were to take a woman lover, the one thing she'd be unable to do was eat her. But now, with her lips and tongue beginning to explore the juicy flesh and the musty, heady flavor of cunt bathing her mouth, she found it highly erotic There was no revulsion, and she was glad.
She nuzzled her face against the sopping mound, then opened her mouth and tried to engulf the entire thing. But her mouth wasn't large enough, so she moved her head from side to side, using her nose to part the love-slick lips and friction the deep red clit atop them, then began to use her tongue the way Rob used his against her own cunt.
She lapped along the slit, savoring the juices as she rolled them around her mouth before swallowing, keeping her nose in constant contact with Adeline's throbbing clit. The oily juices were pouring down from her inner vagina, and Mandy, wanting to taste every drop, began to scoop them out of the hole, extending her tongue as far as it would go, then rubbing it up and down against the hot walls of Adeline's vaginal channel.
Adeline wanted to touch Mandy's cunt, wanted to feel the fleshy sex skin and lubricate her fingers with Mandy's juices, but because of the position they were in, she could not reach it
"Mandy, let me touch you," she whispered. "I want to feel you the way you felt me."
Mandy lifted her mouth from Adeline's pussy. "No, you can touch me later. I just want to make you feel good now." She returned her mouth to Adeline's crotch, promptly burying her face in it and shoving her tongue into the sex hole. Adeline continued to fondle Mandy's breasts, quickly forgetting her desire to touch Mandy's cunt as her own cunt was sucked into a whirlpool of pulsing, throbbing heat.
Mandy withdrew her tongue from the hole and inched her face upward a bit. Then she opened her mouth and encircled the supersensitive clitoris and sucked it tenderly into her mouth. The fingers of her left hand replaced her tongue in Adeline's fuck hole, and she sucked and chewed on the hardened clit, trying to use her mouth exactly the way Rob used his when eating her snatch, her fingers fucking the hole and trying to fill it as a cock would. As before, she made sure to set up and maintain a very definite rhythm, countering each thrust of her fingers with a sucking, pulling motion on the clitoral bud between her lips.
The rhythm grew more and more heavy, beating, throbbing, and Mandy's own cunt began to spasm gently in time to it. She felt her own juices flowing, trickling down the spongy walls of her cunt and then seeping through the outer lips to cling in the pubic hairs and trickle on down the slit to collect in a little puddle by her anus.
She felt a growing need to rub her own cunt against something, to match the rhythm she was supplying to Adeline's cunt with a rhythm for her own vagina, and so she squirmed around and threw her leg over Adeline's long, slim thighs and began to grind her horny pussy against her girlfriend's hip, coating the skin with hot, creamy cunt juice.
She determinedly countered the thrusts of her fingers in Adeline's hole with the grinding motion of her cunt against Adeline's hip and the swirling, sucking motion of her mouth on Adeline's clit, Adeline began to whimper softly as her cunt began to spasm almost uncontrollably, little rivulets of perspiration running from her armpits down her sides and across her belly, leaving a cold, moist trail which made her shiver with delight. The feel of the meaty, wet vagina pulsing against her hip, the mouth sucking hard on her clit, the fingers fucking her hole-all the sensations combined to make her cunt the focal point of a whirling, spinning, dizzying climax that began deep within her womb and traveled downward to explode in her lower vagina and clitoris, then radiated out to every other part of her body. It was a powerful orgasm, and it left her weak and trembly all over.
Mandy kept her mouth planted firmly on her clit as the orgasm throbbed and pulsated through its final stages, her lips holding it gently as it quivered to a halt. Then she slowly withdrew her fingers from Adeline's hole, rubbing them together as she pulled them out, loving the sensation of the oily liquid against her hot and tired fingers.
Her own hips came to rest as Adeline finished coming, but she stayed where she was, her cunt pressed firmly against Adeline's hip. Then she slowly disengaged her body from Adeline's and inched back up till they lay face to face, their heads resting against the pillow, which was hot and damp.
"Mandy," Adeline whispered. "Oh, I never knew it could be so good. It was never like that with any man."
"That's exactly why," Mandy whispered back. "With a man, everything's different. He stimulates you the way he thinks you want it, but most of them really don't know about things like the rhythm. They're usually too busy trying to get their own rocks off."
"Mmmm," Adeline replied, "I guess that's it."
Their lips met in a tender kiss, their tongues lazily mingling with the exhaustion and warmth of after-sex. Then Adeline brought the kiss to an end and said, "But I wanted to make you come ... I wanted to do it to you."
"I know," Mandy replied, her voice the softest of whispers. "But when we get together with Rob next week, you can do whatever you want to me....I promise."
Again their parted lips met. They wrapped their arms about each other's bodies, mouths pressed lightly together, and fell asleep.