Chapter 7
A subdued, total professional dental hygienist bent across the sun-tanned shapeliness of the bright-eyed coed. Janice's tension made Trudy pause in her work.
"Does my scaling pick hurt you?" She smiled at the way her patient nibbled her lower lip. "T can use a break myself, if you want to rest a minute."
"No, it's fine, Mrs. Baker. You're very good." The tears welled suddenly and Janice ducked her head to grope in the purse lying in her lap. "I'm sorry. Do you have a tissue? I'm just a crybaby, I guess."
Trudy scooped a Kleenex from the wall box. Puzzled by the mood of the normally exuberant redhead, she watched Janice wipe her eyes. Girl counseling wasn't one of her specialties, but Janice was obviously needing something.
And probably not wanting it from her, thought Trudy. Most females were cool about befriending or confiding in her and Trudy understood that. It was purely the price of her beauty. Other women chose their intimates from females who were less competition in looks and figure. Just one of the hard facts of being a beautiful member of the species she had long ago concluded.
It was one of the minuses of being pretty, for, while Trudy understood it, she never had accepted it fully. Since childhood she had longed for the special plus of being close friends with some other of her own sex. At first it was just wanting a pal, then it had taken on a different longing as she passed puberty. Trudy had more than once wished she didn't have the feelings she had when she touched a certain kind of girl.
Sometimes it was the casual brushing of an arm while she was engrossed in work with a female patient in the dental chair. At other times at a cocktail party or at a bargain counter, the contact was much more specific. A breast would press her shoulder or a hip would rub against hers. Not frequently. But enough for Trudy to know she had specific vibrations toward what was exclusively female. There it had lain dormant for the years since she was first aware she had disturbing feelings for a certain type girl.
Like Janice. More than sympathy for whatever triggered her show of tears, Trudy felt a compulsion to cuddle the sexy creature. Janice had come to her appointment for X-rays and dental examination with Jack, wearing bikinis. Bad judgment any time with a man dentist, but worse with this particular man, thought Trudy.
Jack's dental exam and X-raying done, he had come on strong in requesting Trudy to do a cleaning of the girl's. upper teeth. More demand than request, but not too surprising, in view of his re-cent behavior. It didn't matter. Trudy was glad to fill the cancellation another patient had phoned in.
She took the wadded Kleenex from Janice and tossed it into the waste basket. "I hope it isn't man problems," she said, settling on the stool at Janice's elbow and studying her fingernails as if she had no real desire. to go back to the cleaning routine.
The flame-haired coed squirmed uncomfortably in the reclining chair, her full breasts urgent against the too-small halter. Trudy could see the dark aureolas at the centers and noticed they were flat. Her own had been tingling under her bra since Janice first entered her office.
Impetuous hands streaked unexpectedly to seize Trudy's and the face looking up from the chair was the face of sheerest agony. "Can I whisper something to you?" begged Janice. "I mean we can't be heard back there in your husband's office?"
"Soundproofed." Trudy winked, but a premonition warned her that liglitheartedness was not the mood Janice needed. "Something happened and I want to tell you," Janice said.
"You can tell me anything. Nothing. ever will be breathed."
There was an uncomfortable pause while the girl scrooched nervously against the squeaky Naugahyde of the long chair, plainly gathering courage. Her hands tightened their grip on Trudy's fingers and she leaned suddenly over the arm of the chair, face tilted toward Trudy.
"Kiss me," she begged. "Please! I'm not crazy. Kiss me very slowly. Then tell me what you taste."
A shudder traveled savagely from Trudy's head to her toes as she realized how much the idea appealed to her. Too much, "Can't you tell me what I should taste?"
"You think I'm crazy, but I'm not. It's better you guess. I haven't got the nerve to just out and say it. Please!" Her hands were at the hollow of Trudy's shoulders and her fingertips were light and tender at the base of her throat.
With a curious feeling that she was puppet on a string in a show where events kept going out of control, Trudy bent self-consciously to a face suddenly chalk-white with tension. Their lips met and held, and Trudy tried to be objective. A kind of bland, bittersweet flavor mingled with the light taste of Janice's lipstick.
Trudy broke the kiss and her face was flushed when their glances met. "I can't tell. What is it?"
"Try again. Try harder!" There was color in Janice's cheeks, too, and as she bent to repeat the kiss, Trudy noticed the girl's nipples were no longer quiescent. Taut pointing cones were clearly outlined by the skin-tight halter.
Janice's lips, puckered and warm, were soft and very different from any lips Trudy had ever kissed before. It occurred to her that her mother was the only female she ever had in her life been familiar enough with for any kind of a kiss. Thoughts of her mother were abruptly driven away by the suggestiveness of Janice's tongue. One little stab through parted lips and Trudy had the message. Janice wanted the taste test to go that route.
The electrifying sensation was one that nearly wiped out the reason for the bizarre experiment. Tonguing through the puckered warmth of Jan-ice's lips, Trudy remembered the frenzy of Derk Frederick. To Derk a woman's mouth was like her vagina. It stung Trudy's imagination that her tongue was, in a real way, like a man's penis, and that Janice's oral cleft was like Derk said--a vagina. She speared stiffly through the satiny vise of carmine lips, and wild sensations shot to her vagina.
Suddenly they were acting out coitus and the magic of the fantasy seized them simultaneously. Janice's hands crept to stroke the beauty features of Trudy's face, her fingertips finding the delicate lobes of her ears under the long platinum hair, then tracing cheek lines and eyebrows and smooth forehead. Without warning, the exploration dropped to Trudy's vulnerable breasts and cupped brazenly on the curve of the thrusting globes. No doubt was left between either that there was deep feeling and a fiery response inside both when Janice's impudent fingers traced nonchalantly across the animated boobs and deviled the taut nipples.
"Mmmmmhhh . . . uhunnnnhh!" With a cry of discovery, Trudy jerked back and straightened on her stool, staring incredulously into the quiet calm of Janice's face. "I know what I tasted! That's Jack's come taste!"
Long auburn hair drifted over the arm of the chair as Janice let her head loll back against the cushioned top of the reclining chair. "I knew you'd guess. They didn't think I'd tell you."
"They?"
"All three of them." Her eyes were angry when they opened and looked into Trudy's. "They think I liked what happened."
Trudy was putting the jigsaw together quickly and almost wished she could stay away from discovery of the truth. The feelings that had been triggered by her first intimate kiss of another female were sputtering in erotic aftermath. To go into another of Jack's sordid capers, even though it was a first with a patient, was offensive.. And it would end this precious encounter.
Her foot moved to the treadle and tiled the chair to a steeper incline. As she slid from her stool, Trudy twisted the chair away from the equipment center toward a low, informal side seat she had specially designed for her work with children. It was perfect for the need of the moment.
Without a word, she eased into the cushioned seat and drew the recliner close to her. As she did, she rested a hand quietly on a ripe and startled breast. Janice gasped, catching the hand and pressing it fiercely against the soft, firm fullness of the boob.
"A certain bastard did something rotten to you. I know Jack's semen and I'm embarrassed. How did it happen? Or can't you talk about it?"
"I used to be Nomi's Butch." Janice's voice was resigned as she spread her fingers wide, then closed them over the back of Trudy's hand. "Then she got the job here and met Kim and, well . . . I was out."
"Is a butch what I think it is?" Trudy's brow furrowed in spite of the feelings tearing at her pretense at calm.
Janice nodded. "I know I don't look like a lesbian with the mannish interest. I'm not so much any more. That's why I stayed on with . . . with Dr. Baker as my dentist after Nomi and I broke up."
It came into focus with the force of a lightning bolt. Trudy never had really been sure, never having known girls that well. The cuddly cuteness of Nomi and Kim had always made her wonder if there was anything sexual between them. If she had been bluntly told they were lesbian and she had just been told, it would have meant nothing. Not till Janice's hand on her breast. Not till her tongue spearing into the trap of Janice's sweet mouth.
"Tell me what happened next door." Her voice was low and gentle and it was obvious to Janice there was no possible hostility. "Did he make you fellate him?"
"They did." Janice transferred Trudy's hand to the other breast. "I really love your fingers on me. Do you mind?"
"I mind!" Trudy snatched her hand away. "I want to hear the exact story."
"Well, I had been in there about fifteen minutes. Kim was doing the X-rays. I noticed it was empty in the room for about five minutes after the last one was taken and I thought they'd forgotten me."
"Was Kim nice to you while she was X-raying? I mean, since she took your place with Nomi."
"Very cool. But then . . . just like that . . . they pounced me!"
"They pounced?"
"Honestly! All at once I was jumped from three sides by them. Both girls were dressed . . . but your husband . . . oh, golly, I'm sorry. I can tell by your face he's never done it before. He was completely naked. And . . . and . . . it's so big!"
Trudy's mind was spinning. Janice was a lesbian . . . or had been. She had once been lovers with Nomi. Jack's horniness shoved on her. She must have hated it.
"I'm terribly sorry, Janice. Listen to me. If you want to bring charges against him, you have my permission. In fact, you may even have more."
"Charges?" Janice's face was a study in confusion. "I don't understand. I . . . oh, I do now. I should tell you I'm very hetero, as well as the other way. Nomi knows that. She knew I was cooling on girl-love and that's why she ditched me. But she also knows I am very big on any-thing that's oral. But not the way they did it."
"How did they do it?" Trudy caressed Janice's shoulder, and now the feeling was natural.
"The playmates stripped off my sunsuit." Jan-ice's face showed the first smile since she had come into Trudy's office. "I can tell by your look you think it's hardly a sunsuit, but it is to me."
"It must let lots of sun get by," giggled Trudy, looking down the intriguing hills and valleys of Janice's shapely front.
"Oh, I think I love you!" Janice hugged Trudy's shoulders, tilting her face impulsively to kiss her on the tip of her nose. "Any wife who can see something funny in her man doing what yours just did, is very different."
"Just say I've had lots of experience. But not with other girls. Would you believe, till just now I'd never touched another female like this and I never had ever kissed one that way?"
"Horrible, isn't it?" Mischief sparkled in Jan-ice's look, "Could be." Trudy shivered and hugged her arms across her front. "Right now it feels like something else. Go on. What did they do?"
"They took off my top and my bottom and they displayed me very nude and very ready to your man. Nomi told Kim not to hold my legs. She'd take me down there. Kim could hold my arms and anything else she wanted up there while Nomi had all points south. There was just one she wanted. They spread me out on the chair and Nomi was having crazy times in my bird's nest and dear Kim was mouthing all over my breasts."
"What was Jack doing?"
"Climbing a wall! He kept trying to edge in and then I'd space out . . . go woolly wild, spunking to Kim's booby bit or Nomi's licking." Her eyes were suddenly very wet. "I'm not as tough as I sound . . . I guess maybe going to college I thought I was getting to be a lady. Till Dr. Baker did those things!"
An involuntary shudder rippled visibly across Trudy's front and the tremor showed against her snug nylon. The thought that triggered the revulsion was remembering. Five years ago she had laid everything on the line marrying Jack. Only a month ago they seemed to have everything. Especially love. "Did Dr. Baker hurt you?"
Janice's voice was a whisper soft. "Please. Is your door locked?"
"I'll lock it." Trudy slipped quietly to the door and flipped the catch. Janice had twisted in the slanting recliner to watch her and there was sheer adoration in the look Trudy saw.
"Don't you think it's strange I keep my purse in my lap even when I'm in a dental chair?" Jan-ice pulled the soft fabric bag across the taut flatness of her stomach. For the first time the crotch of the teeny panties of her bikini was exposed to Trudy's scrutiny.
Provocatively prominent mons, swelling and urgent against pale yellow scanties. Trudy fought to ignore the magnetism of the girl's vee. "Women have feelings about their property," she said, wanting to go back to the question she'd asked, but feeling the welling of desire. "Did Jack hurt you?"
"They helped him." Janice's hand dove under the soft fold of her pocketbook and she dragged the object she wanted into view.
Long, flesh-pink, quivering with fantastic real-ism, the dildo lay on the now trembling plateau of her tummy. "It's my play cock. Nomi knows I always carry it with me. The girls had me so spunk silly, I never saw her dig into my bag to get this. All at once she was whacking it back and forth against your husband's organ. He went ape at the feel or the sight of it, or something. Here!" Janice held the weirdly real creation toward Trudy. There was no way not to touch it. Feeling the ninny never in her life to have seen what she'd heard some females always carried, Trudy pinched the soft hardness of the neoprene cock shaft.
"It actually feels warm!" Trudy's glance drifted beyond the erection to the sign of a bruise darkening at the edge of Janice's bikini panties. At first she thought it was the shadow of her vee mound's swelling, then she knew differently. "How?" she asked, pressing a fingertip boldly to the spot.
"Who knows?" Janice waggled the dildo and shrugged. "He did it either with this or the real thing."
"You mean to tell me my husband actually struck you with his . . . his penis?"
"It wasn't that painful, really." Janice's hand caught Trudy's and laid it quietly over her pudendum, exactly where the bruise was. "His girls know how to turn him on. Kim let him shove her out of the way and he stood right at my shoulder cock-dueling. With Nomi smacking his cock silly with this." She slashed with the dildo. "And him psyching me silly, slapping me in the boobs and the face with his. You know I never saw a man come to that kind of kink."
"Jack came to that?"
Janice colored as she nodded. "Face it though. I'm guilty. He slammed his pretty cock right into my lips while he was pretending to duel and I clamped tight every time, then let go. Kim was on my other side milking a boob. And while Nomi cock-dueled your husband, she fingered my box. I was nonstop spunking! Soon's the real thing socked my mouth, next I had to try to suck it."
"He didn't let you?"
"Not the first time. I'd get it just about going and he'd rip it out to go back to the battle. Really looked wild, grippin' his prick low and whammin' at the dildo like it was mortal combat. He must hate other males."
"He'd hate any male he thought a threat and even a fake penis would be threatening." Trudy's fingers caressed lightly along the line of Janice's bikini panties till she came to the bow. Quietly she pulled the string of the bikini, felt the surge of desire, but managed the question. "And he actually ejaculated to all this?"
"All over all of us. He must have been saving for days! Honestly, it makes me want to be a man to see it fly right out of a body like that. Anyway, that triggered everything. He danced around with his hard rod never going down and kept screechin', 'Beat ya! Beat ya with it!' He slapped Nomi and Kim so much with it they went a little berserk themselves. They tore each other's things off and cuddled in a ball of lesby lovin'. Well, he went wild, trying to break them up for awhile and then he turned on me."
Her eyes watered suddenly and she stared deeply into Trudy's eyes. Her fingers crept under the long platinum hair to find the uniform zipper. As the slide crept down her back, Trudy sat motionless, knowing that what was about to happen had to happen. She wanted it to happen. "Jack made you have intercourse with him." She made it a statement of fact, not a question, shrugging to let the nylon white slip from her shoulders.
"He's very show-off about his size, isn't he?" Janice's fingers were at her back again. At the bra snaps and Trudy straightened as she felt one, then another of the catches release.
"He says I'm narcissistic about what I've got. He's worse. I think every one should be proud of their best parts, don't you?"
There was momentary hesitation at the final snap and Trudy knew Janice was feeling the awesome excitement she felt.
Decision time for Janice. She had pushed the lesby route out of her life in favor of the hetero for over two years. Jack's play had been brutish with her : he had whipped her with his organ, taken her in a demanding way, disgusting her with the boorishness of his. ego. Now she was longing 'to share the tenderness of girl-to-girl love. But reluctant.
"Let me show off my best parts," Trudy whispered softly, drawing back her shoulders to dramatize the unveiling. Her bra, molded to excited breasts, was suddenly released, was literally sprung from her animated front, tumbling across Janice's midriff. The giggle of the girl in the recliner converted to a stunned gasp. Bold and beautiful, their satin blue-veined loveliness was thrust explosively toward the incredulous girl on the recliner.
Trudy felt a power other than her own pushing her to the next step as she leaned toward Janice to press a brief kiss to her lips. Straightening again, she smiled helplessly. "I don't want to hear any more of what happened next door." She fingered the bow of Janice's bikini halter and an instant later Janice too was bared and happily vulnerable.
For uncertain seconds they both simply stared at each other. Then fingers, gentle, loving, stroking, were moving across the contours of Trudy's upper body, traveling from breast to breast, pausing briefly at turgid nipples, then moving on.
Short-circuiting erotic shocks dashed to every erogenous corner of Trudy's yearning body. She followed the lead, fondling the firm fullness of jutting breasts, then tracing lightly toward Jan-ice's navel.
"Poor, pretty little hill," Trudy heard herself saying as she leaned low on Janice's body to scrutinize the little mark of the rough and tumble in the other room.
"Kiss it better." The plea was almost a prayer as Janice, hands under tail, urged herself slightly from the recliner to accent the target. "Please! It'll make the bruise go away."
A century of taboos was wiped out when Trudy's lips pressed against the rise of the red-head's pubes. Dark nest of pubic down, almost auburn, light. and silky against her mouth. Then she was moving down the curve of the pudendum and in the most daring, now unhesitating move, she kissed the dark line of the labial cleft.
"You doll!" murmured a desire-ridden Janice. "If you knew how I need that!"
Trudy was past replying. Her tongue toyed at the flanges of the pussy slit, diddling soft pliable folds experimentally. It was a part of her own body she never had really examined, except in runaway lonely passion times by herself before a mirror. Now, twenty-nine years old and feeling nine, she was exploring the sexual center of an-other woman's being.
Her curiosity made her go very slowly, savoring the light perfume that she made mental note to ask Janice about, sensing the musky presence of mingled semen and come moisture. It was maddening and intriguing. Jack had put his cock into this darling opening less than an hour earlier. He had shoved his horny length against the resisting vaginal flesh and demanded entry. Trudy tongue-splayed the sunshiny pink pussy and exposed the almost shape of the ready clit. Again, pure fascination as she licked lightly around the tumid nubbin, then speared with a stiffened flesh dart against the eager trigger.
"Oh, oh, OHHH!" Violent spasm of Janice's lower body and a frantic clutching at the sides of Trudy's head to force her to be more aggressive.
She was! Possessed with a fever to make the writhing sexpot climax in runaway orgasm, Trudy licked around and around the clitoris, over it, against it, strumming and whipping it with her tongue.
Janice's moan of climax raced to every pore of Trudy's body. Never had she heard another female in rapture extremity. Her body stiffened as the orgasm assaulted and then, writhing, straining, pulsing in ecstasy, Janice gave herself over to sweet surrender.
Very slowly the passion ebbed and a quiet came over Trudy. She felt Janice slide from the seat and, feeling as if she was moving in between-the-worlds unreality, Trudy let herself be lowered to the recliner. Nude, body expectant and ready, hips moving in a restless want of some-thing yet unknown, Trudy stretched imploring arms to Janice.
"Love me!"
Janice crept slowly over the edge of the wide recliner and, as Trudy drew her down, she felt the redhead's arms stiffen to hold them slightly apart. "We're going to do something you may hate me for later."
"I couldn't."' Trudy tugged impatiently at sleek bolden shoulders. "Please, love me!"
Her playmate moved slowly down her front, worshipping Trudy's succulent lines, tonguing impudently at the nipple hardness and leaving for lower playgrounds when Trudy neared climax. Working sensory points Trudy never had discovered in herself, Janice kissed and licked and nibbled the enticing girl form, triggering moans of appreciation and pleas for more.
It was as she tongued lightly across the palpitating pussy flesh into the threshold of the vagina that Janice lost control. "Ohhh, you are so darling down here! I love you . . . love you!" Inarticulate little cries of delight and thirsty sounds of the first female lips that had ever kissed her maddened Trudy.
Her ditty was a demon-driven bud of total rapture as the loving tongue was replaced by siphoning lips pressed possessively into the wide-spread labia.
"Jan . . . oh, Janice! Yes!"
Wild orgasm possessed every nerve and muscle of her body. Electrified by a come frenzy that deepened and deepened still more to the relentless tonguing, Trudy let herself go.
Very slowly the rapture ebbed. Warm, moist lips that had been pressed against her vulva were now gone and Trudy felt the feverish yearning for those lips to return to the playground they had left. But Janice wanted something new for Trudy. They clutched in a passionate embrace that meshed their breasts excitingly. Wisps of au-burn hair brushed Trudy's cheeks as Janice twisted in a partial turn. Her hips, flat against Trudy's, were suddenly withdrawn and abruptly her hand was insinuating itself between their bodies.
"This used to be my best gig with Nomi," Jan-ice said quietly. "I wore it with a belt of monofilament so's you could hardly tell I wasn't re-ally part woman, part man. Can I fuck you, Trudy? Man-fuck you?" Even as she asked, the dildo was pushing eagerly against Trudy's pressed-together thighs.
"Oh, don't!" Trudy clasped the buttocks cheeks of her playmate desperately and dragged her tightly to her, cementing their hips together again and trapping the play cock between their trembling tummies. "I . . . I don't want to feel anything but you, Janice. Just your sweet body with your darling breasts against mine. And your sweet love nest swelling down there and pushing . . . please! Take the old make-believe man away and hug me."
The dildo dropped to the tile floor and Janice surrounded Trudy in gentle embrace. For minutes they rocked silently together, feeling the bubbling build-up from the sensitivity between their bodies pulsing each other's touch.
Trudy ground against the yielding tenderness of Janice and Janice writhed in rapidly building urgency. Their lips met again and with little sound between them they tongue-dueled, spearing deeply into the other's oral pit, and the spontaneous combustion of the love combat touched all the way to their vaginas.
"My God, Janice . . . oh, oh yes!" Trudy was seized in a wildly overwhelming climax that clawed and possessed and spewed her into a come orbit she hadn't believed possible. As she gave herself over in shuddering delight to the spunk frenzy, she felt the power that must have claimed Janice for the years when she was solely lesbian.
A woman could live without a man! She. could fulfill herself and share love if there were need for more than tongue love through her vagina play, she could do it with her lover wearing a plastic penis.
They unwound slowly and it was Trudy who hurried the partings. A glance at the clock on the wall reminded .her she had a patient due in five minutes.
Within a minute she was back in the trim nylon white. There was intense sadness in the face of the girl standing by the closed door. "Thanks." Janice leaned to press a lingering kiss to her lips. "I'm not even going to let myself hope it'll hap-pen again, but if you ever need me, I can come in no time. Here's my number at the college." Squeezing a scarp of paper into Trudy's palm, Janice stepped quickly into the hall.
Behind the closed door of her office, a neophyte girl lover leaned against the sterile whiteness of her cabinet and fought the storm of emotions. Arms crossed under her tenderized breasts, she resisted the urge to stroke her still excited pussy. Head thrown back and staring at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and took deep breaths to fill her lungs. Everything felt constricted inside.
She stepped over to the recliner and sank into it, quivering to the warmth still there from the pressure of their bodies. Now there was no resisting the need to .touch herself. Her hand slipped under the edge of her mini and covered the lace panties and she twisted on the chair to face the wall. A stroke, another, lightly traveling the sensitive cunt. cleft. And just as feeling started to build the ring of the phone shattered her aloneness.
"Who did you say? Jimmy Wilson has an appointment? He's here?" Trudy felt her head swimming. "Very well. Send him back in two minutes. I've got to clean some equipment."
"Yes, Mrs. Baker."
It was as she turned from the wall phone that Trudy saw it lying partially hidden under the reclining chair. The dildo! Janice would have a fit when she discovered she had left it behind. Goose-flesh teased when Trudy snatched the play cock from the floor to hide it away. For seconds of in-decision she studied the rows of metal drawers that held her hygienists' picks and drill heads. Almost any would be safe concealment. In the prim aloneness of her office the dildo looked different than when Janice fondled it. Artificial. Out of place.
Or was it just the atmosphere?
Trudy felt the lingering aftermath of her girl play. She liked it. She really liked it tremendously. Could it be she had grown to like it more than hetero love in just those few minutes?
The knock was timid at her door.
"Just a minute, please." She fondled the dildo, then cringed as the surge of .need swept her and she hurried the imitation sex organ out of sight into a drawer.
"Hi."
Trudy felt the wild grab of desire at the sight of Jimmy. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting." She nodded toward the recliner, wishing that, of all people, someone besides this fabulously attractive young man of fifteen had been her appointment after Janice.
"Can I close the door?" He had his hand on the knob, awaiting her reply, and when she hesitated he pushed it slowly shut. She stepped aside to let him pass, but he moved directly to her to draw her fiercely into his embrace. Pressed tightly, the tumultuous bulge at his groin said all: Jimmy was back.
All reason power told Trudy to drag herself from the trap. She wanted it too much to have any possible defense. The power of the play with another female had backlashed and Trudy now had to know. Male or female--which did she enjoy the most?
Under the worst conditions for loving, with the most unlikely candidate for real hetero play, Jimmy Wilson, uninitiated fifteen-year-old, was elected. As she let him back her against the wall, almost to the very spot she moments before had been gasping in the afterglow of lesby play, Trudy knew it was going to have to happen.
She let him kiss her and she expected youthful bullishness as he pressed his lips to hers. Not so. He was gentle and possessing at the same instant. As he held the kiss, his hands moved to her breasts. But no feverish message as in that moment of discovery last time. Now he was re-strained. He was different. Almost adult.
When he broke their embrace, he held her at arms' length and smiled at her expression. "I'm not going to apologize," he said. "See I'm the same guy as last time, far as the clothes. Same shorts and same tennis shirt, but I'm different."
"I can tell." Trudy surveyed him with pretended calm, but when her study reached his groin, her heart raced wildly. The bulge she felt grind against her when they hugged had straightened from bump to ridge-pole.
"Come." She led him to the recliner and, when he was stretched full length, she stepped behind the chair to be out of his line of vision for a second. Deft twist and her scanty panties were a crumpled ball on the floor. "We have a very tricky little swivel on my new dental chair I didn't show to you last time."
Jimmy was totally indifferent to mechanical devices. As she stepped back to his side he turned to look up from the vantage point of his slanted position and whistled softly. She had done what he'd dreamed a dozen nights since their last play, but had never dared believe would happen. In fact, Jimmy had come to his appointment fully prepared to be iced and to be kept at arms' length from anything like what had happened before. But now bared and beautifully visible under the abbreviated miniskirt was the evidence. She wasn't wearing panties. Trudy Baker wanted to play again.
"See, I can twist you way over here away from all the dumb dental stuff." She had seen his eyes travel to her crotch and knew there was about to be a move to repeat the hand play of the last visit. It would never do. Not now.
"Aren't you going to show me what you're hiding?"
His hand covered part of the outspoken stiffness in his shorts as he groped awkwardly for the zipper catch. She giggled at his fumbling. "Don't tell me you .haven't had it out since we were together. 'It's longer so I know you've been pulling on it a lot. Right?"
He smiled openly and the erection leaped from the hiding place to stand white and wild for her inspection. "I'm not ashamed. I admit it. You taught me. I've played with it every day." His fingers were so tight at the base that his knuckles were white. "I jerk off, specially when some beautiful woman is naked in her bed, telling me she's doing the same thing."
It seemed so long since that telephone byplay. So many crazy assaults of her life since and the most confusing of all just now with sweet Janice. She watched the fist pumping the happy hardness in slow start toward frigging before her. "Wait."
"Huh?" His pistoning stopped and he stared curiously as she straightened from her crouch be-side him, stretching in the same languorous way that had preceded her last shocking revelation of her feeling for him.
"Have you ever loved a girl? I mean, really made love to her?"
He shook his head wordlessly, gawking at the sight of the beautiful creature of his dreams creeping across his legs. The recliner was just wide enough to allow her to straddle his thighs and she kneed forward till her miniskirt brushed across the bright vermilion cock crown. Jimmy gaped. His truncheon hardness ram-rodded homily from his shorts, up under the white cover of her skirt. It was nudging warm soft flesh. She was touching him with her pussy.
"Jimmy, you are going to remember Trudy Baker."
He felt her sex flesh yielding and moist, giving ground before his knobby cap.
"You are going to have intercourse with me." Her eyes were suddenly frightened. "Unless you tell me right now you don't want to."
"I . . . I don't know how."
"Yes, you do. You'll see."
He gasped at the light rocking of her body and felt fluttering, fiercely clasping vaginal muscles claim his glans, then inches of his prick shaft. "You know it's happening already, don't you?"
"Ohhhh, yeah! YEAH!" The racing frenzy of his ejaculation stormed from his brimming prick into the barely penetrated cunt. "Cuh . . . can't stop . . . yeah!"
He grabbed for her hips and his urgency was boyish and sweet, but all man at the same time. With little whimpering sounds of frustration when his discharge stopped, he began to force her down onto the sopping length of his unrelenting hard shaft.
Now, thought Trudy. Now we get the chance to compare.
Her own frantic orgasm had come and quickly flown. No preparation and that was all her fault, she knew. That also was the difference maybe. Girl to girl was so gentle and tender and maybe more. More like enduring and meaningful. Less like bull in the barnyard. Even when he reached maturity, a man was still the aggressor, still the taker.
But then she attic the look in Jimmy's face. Adoration and want and gratitude were there. And determination to be a lover, even with a track record of only one act of copulation. "What can I do?" he begged. "I want to make it good for you. I shot too fast."
"It was beautiful for me, Jimmy. I came. I want to come again and again. Put it all the way up me and sort of try to hold in real low down on your penis when you shove. It cuts off coming too quick for some men."
"Yeah . . . yeah . . . I can feel it . . . "
He was urging himself up from the recliner and as she took the steady penetration of cock into her cunt, she knew she could never be other than hetero for her best first love.
"Guh . . . golly, Trudy . . . I can do it . . . Beautiful! Just like you . . . said!"
Before her eyes was the coming alive of the world's newest lover. There was a predatory fierceness in his handsome face and simultaneously there was tenderness. He had found mystery muscles deep in his groin that gave him hold power against too sudden surrender to the quick-sand clasping of her vaginal trap. He was man in command. He knew it. Trudy knew it . . . and loved it.
Brazenly stiffening his back against the Naugahyde recliner, he arched to force her precariously high on the apex of his torso. His rigid cock shaft was fully impaled and the cramming glory of it squashed and maddened her clit, folding her across his front in a convulsing, climaxing bundle of possessed female.
There she lay squirming for delicious minutes, savoring the warm feeling of his second ejaculation puddled deep in her vagina. When had he shot? That time she had been so orgasm-driven herself she hadn't felt the explosion of his semen.
Now, wrapped in his loving embrace, she let his fingers find and open her zipper, knowing what he wanted. She wanted to see all next time around herself.
"Can you tilt this chair up as well as down?" he demanded when her bra joined her uniform on the floor. "Let's make it more like a bed."
She stretched a leg over the side, toeing for the foot treadle and finding it. Inside her body she could feel the momentarily softened phallus swelling again. It was a sensation she never would understand. Every erogenous zone, every sense response in her body was claimed by the magic of a male penis moving to new erection inside her vagina.
The act was a tribute to her personally. It was a man offering the best of himself in honor of her female lure. Whatever was inflaming and crazing about a lesbian embrace, it was runner-up in Trudy's life to this gorgeous sensation of a hardening cock stuffing her seething cunt. No poetry needed for the way it felt. She was woman ripe for fucking, thought a possessed Trudy. And she wanted the youthful stallion on full display as he took her.
"Let me see your body!" She clawed the tee shirt up and over his shoulders,. never losing her mount atop his prick. "I want to see it go into me." She scooped under her tail to drag his shorts down over his thighs.
There was a look Trudy knew she never would forget in Jimmy's eyes as she sat poised astride his body. Wonder. Yearning. His pupils dilated as seething desire took him once again for the luscious wanton nude impaling herself on his love organ. He gaped at the straining brazenness of hard-nippled breasts, the dramatic slope of her rib cage contouring to wild, wide hips. Then his blurring vision focused on the tapering from her writhing hips to the meeting of those gorgeous thighs.
There, trapped in grotesque splendor, white and bony inches still exposed, was his rampant cock. The sight was captivating to the newcomer to coitus. The root of his prick glistening with the residue of their first rounds of copulation, he was eager to begin the next. He seized the supple, taut buttocks cheeks and, rocking against the recliner, drew her down, ignoring helpless little cries of female driven out of all self-control with madness for his cock.
Her fists clenched tightly to the sides of the re-diner, she tilted her head far back, and long platinum lengths tumbled and bounced in happy disarray as she shuddered through orgasm after orgasm.
"Let go, Jimmy!" she panted. "Let it go. I want to feel you come."
A fierce barrage of semen stormed in a frenzied cannonade against the firewall of her want. Filling. Satisfying. Quieting.
She disengaged their bodies, slid from his and crouched--at his hip. It was her turn to stare in awe. The youthful phallus, unwilling to give up, but weary from three fiery ejaculations, was bent and falling slowly. Glistening with the fresh mingling of their spunk fury, the rippling steel barrel, even in collapse, was still formidable. She had to love it to quiescence, tuck it away till another time. She leaned across his body to kiss the softening love gristle.
"Ohhh . . . yeah . . . thanks!" Jimmy stared down his front at another first. A woman was actually licking his cock!
He watched her tongue snake around the softened prick stem. Wanting to lick the underside, she caught the rubbery length between her thumb and forefinger and impudently hefted it away from his body. Wild commandeering of his fatigued phallus by a new lust that didn't give a damn for his fatigue. The want charged and the soft skin puffed and thickened. He heard her murmur in protest.
Something told him she didn't really mean it as complaint at all as she continued to lick avidly at his burgeoning glans. Still tugging saucily to hoist it in a vertical away from his crotch, she began to chew. Tilting her head to let him see her profile as she played, she altogether captivated him with the sight. If there was any resistance in Jimmy to another first in his life, he didn't feel it.
"Please!" His eyes were desperate when abruptly Trudy stopped the deviling and sat watching him curiously, no longer touching with fingers or lips. His penis was now fully erected, so stiff with need it barely trembled.
"Know what you're asking?"
"I don't. Please do it to me like I saw in the dirty pic--" The word broke off. But he had tried to stop it to late.
"Dirty?" Her eyes flashed fire and she turned away, silver beautiful lengths swirling across the caressable wonders of her shoulder. "If you think something is the least bit dirty, then it's not for you."
"I didn't mean it that way. "I . . . you know . . . what people call those kind of pictures."
She turned to face him quietly and her hand crept across his thigh to toy with a shocked hard-on that was beginning to tumble once again. "I don't think you should even let yourself think dirty about sex, Jimmy."
"I don't! It's the most wonderful thing in the world for a man to see. Wow! Please! I want to see it."
"Tell me exactly what you want to see."
"Oh, golly . . . I want . . . want you to suck me off. Please, Trudy! Put it in your mouth and let me watch you do it."
The swollen mushroom cap ballooned darkly against her lips and she diddled it to and fro, apparently trying to decide. It was the tantalizing mischief of a committed seductress. He watched her slide the penis tip just inside her lips, and when it emerged there was a bubble of semen standing in glittering excitement from the prick eyelet. She tongued the droplet almost contemptuously, then wet her lips thoughtfully. Her fingers guided the shaft to align with the oval of her mouth, then tugged imperiously to close the fraction of an inch separating the penis from its port.
Her thoughts were on Derk Frederick and she wondered if Jimmy had any of the same fantasy about her mouth as his cock pressed against it.
"Suck me!" pleaded the distraught young Adonis, squirming in naked impatience.
"This isn't just sucking,", she whispered, her tongue spearing at the outer curve of the crimson cone. "It's better than sucking." She pursed her lips against the satiny glans. "It's you copulating me through my mouth. And every time you look at my mouth from now on, you'll think that your big cock fucked into these lips. Does that shock you?"
"Ohhh . . . it's beautiful . . . ohhh, let's!"
Carmine richness ovaled round the thickened glans and he saw the ripe pahllic cap go from sight. Seething wonder of siphoning wildness. Her dark eyes flashed as she felt his self-control leaving too quickly; then wanting the taste of it, she hurried him deliberately to orgasm.
Sounds of joy delirious broke from his lips as he arched frantically against the firmness of the recliner and let the volcano erupt. Spurting flooding rapture of youth. Uncontrollable pumping of his loins as he felt the discharge slowing. Sighing collapse against the chair in sad surrender to the end of his first-fellatio.
His fingers were gentle under the cheek resting on his thigh. She seemed almost embarrassed to meet his eyes, once it was done. He caressed the line of her forehead and along the crest of light and lovely hair, stroking down to the small of her back. There he let his hand drift away. There was silence between them for a moment.
"Thank you," he said finally, wanting to say more, sensing her uncertainty about his reaction the runaway play. "Not good with words," he murmured, "but all my life I'm going to think of today. Don't know why, but I know you did it be-cause I'm special . . . right?"
"You're very special, Jimmy." Her head didn't lift from his leg. "Our secret is very special, too, to me."
Again her office was silent. Jimmy had gone, a new appointment made for the cleaning neither of them had cared about today. She opened the drawer that was the hurried hiding place for the dildo Janice had left behind. Had that happened this same day? So much! And so different.
At the window she looked out at the first signs of fall in the branches of the maple just outside. Persistent and puzzling in her thoughts was the certainty that life like the seasons, changes.
Maybe hers had passed from one season to an-other, she reasoned. Perhaps it was the natural evolution away from Jack to a new way of life. It didn't fit though. She still loved the guy. Under the provocation of his unfaithfulness she had been even more unfaithful to whatever it was they had promised each other. But that wasn't it. There was lots more than infidelity in her play with all those people. Something she was driven inside herself to do. No guilt. Something had grabbed her and it wasn't just for revenge as she once had thought. She simply wanted other love. Had to do what she did with Jimmy and Derk and Janice and Mel and Bud. But now it was coming full cycle and Jack was back in her life again. Not in fact, but in want.
Her thoughts turned back to the office and she wondered if Jack had made love to Kim or to Nomi, or maybe to both his assistants today. Maybe he'd persuaded the bisexual nuts to knock off their lesby play and go hetero only with him.
Trudy couldn't hate the girls. Nomi had taken her degrading handicap of being a black able to pass, up to a position of dignity. If she was some-times a throwback to common tramp, it was forgivable.
And Kim. How could anyone hate that beautiful Irish smile and those lovely green eyes. Maybe she should hate them both, but Trudy knew she couldn't.
But if there was anything left for their marriage, something had to give. Or something had to come back. Trudy knew exactly what that something lost that needed finding was. Honesty.
For more than an hour she puzzled over how the wanderlust in Jack could be brought back home. Maybe she didn't even want him now. Maybe Jack didn't need her. There had to be some way to bring it to a head.
Decided, she caught her London Fog raincoat from its hook on the door and headed down the hall for Jack's office. A nervous tremor quivered across her stomach as she heard sounds of laughter in his office. It had been weeks since she'd caught the three of them playing during that lunch hour. It was almost noon and it could be she was walking right back into another trauma.
At least it wouldn't shock her this time.
"Hey, Mrs. Baker, come on in I" Her husband waved exuberantly when he saw her at his door. "To what do we owe this unexpected visit?"
Trudy glanced at the two at the tiny table by the window across the room and smiled, shaking her head when Nomi waved a sandwich in invitation.
"I just wanted to ask if the girls wouldn't like to come see our renovation job of the old house this weekend. You could be first to be guests in the new guest rooms."
"We'd love to I" chorused the surprised pair. "What time?"
"Right after work, Friday. Plan to stay through Sunday. There's lots to do."
"Yeah, like stripping wallpaper for Mrs. Baker's next project, or looking for skeletons in old family closets." Jack chuckled happily at his humor.
"Maybe a few in new family closets," laughed Trudy, turning away with a casual wave. "Bye, bye. I'm going shopping." She hurried out into an afternoon that had suddenly turned happy, and for an understandable reason. They were communicating again.