Chapter 3
Terry drew the drapes and turned the lights up. The radio played less moody music and she handed me a robe to put on. She put one on herself to wear into the kitchen where she boiled water for instant coffee, and cut a few slices of cake. I was still shaken, but this switch back to normalcy took the pain out of my confusion. "You're a real lesbian, then?" I asked her eventually.
"Dyed in the wool," she nodded. Now that I knew she was a woman her looks had taken on a different value. She was extraordinarily beautiful, classic features modified by sensuality, and her boy's body gave her a land of sprightly sexuality that kept me in a state of restlessness.
"But how could you be? I mean, how did you get that way?" The questions came from the bottom of my heart. Even though I was disappointed that she wasn't male, my disappointment was so deep that I could rest assured of my own orientation.
"Oh, I don't know. Some people say you're born that way, others tell you that your parents make you like that Now it's true I love my father and that I think my mother is a weakling...but then there isn't a period that I can remember when men attracted me more than women. In other words, there's no explaining it except to say: here I am!"
"Isn't that something?" My mind raced in tight circles. Didn't I feel the same way toward my parents? Then again, I did like boys, even if I couldn't think of any one in particular at that moment. I drank my coffee and stared at Terry. Her robe was slightly open and I could see her diminutive breasts, her small nipples, and something inside me quivered. "And you've never slept with a man?"
"Oh yes, now and then I do, but not for my own pleasure. If I can gain by it then I let it happen. Otherwise there's nothing in it for me. You see, what I like about women is their bodies and their attitude. They're smooth and sapid and squeezable, they're not hairy and their flesh isn't knotted. And women yield so easily and beautifully. Men labor on top of me and then sweat and pant, and when I want to contribute something they're offended. I love women, that sums it up."
"I see..." As she spoke I felt myself being drawn more and more to her. Each gesture revealed some of her nakedness, and those two tiny nipples so high on the small mounds became a fixation. I understood her point even if a part of me remained obdurate. The men I had known best were people like Mr. Daniels and the accountant. They didn't count Other men were out there to be had, smooth men, sensitive lovers, and they could make me as happy as...well, as Terry had made me a little while ago. "And so you go to singles bars and pick up women on the pretext that you're a man?"
"I don't do that very often." She crossed her legs and the dark patch of hair between them stood out from the shadows momentarily. "But I couldn't resist you. You looked so lovely and so lost"
That made me feel better. Now that I knew she didn't do this every night I started to feel friendly toward her, and when I left her later that evening I asked her if she would want me to come visit her again. Terry assured me she'd like nothing better. "But why don't you stay the night?" she asked. "Don't you like me that way?"
"I do, I really think I do. It's just going to take a little while for me to sort my head out," I said. Terry smiled and I could tell she knew as well as I did that I would be back. First, though, I had to straighten things out with Amy. As soon as I got down to the street I found a public phone and called her. "Amy, can I come and see you. It's very important!"
"Gena? Yes, sure, come on over." She sounded sleepy but I didn't care. I caught a cab to her place and kept my thoughts from delving too deep into what I was doing. I didn't want to contract cold feet at this point. Terry had pointed the way, now it was up to me to follow it Amy's parents were taken aback by my visit since I got there close to midnight. But they let me in and told me to go up to
Amy's room. I hurried up the stairs, my heart beating now that the moment was upon me.
"I have to talk with you," I told her, sitting on the side of her bed and taking her hand in mine. "This is going to shock you and you may never want to talk with me again, but I have to go ahead. I like you a lot, Amy, more than you know, and it's not just friendly either. But let me tell you what happened to me this evening." She remained perfectly still as I related the incident from start to finish, so still that I wondered if she hadn't blocked me out of her mind. Perhaps she loathed lesbians, perhaps she was nauseous at the very idea of what I had done. "Now do you understand?" I asked at the end of my story, a little desperately. "When we were posing for that loop the other day I was actually enjoying it, I wanted to do more with you, but I didn't dare. But now I'm over the top and I want to know if you feel the way I do."
Amy got off the bed and walked to the door in her nightie. I watched her with my heart in my mouth. "Ma!" she called down the stairs. "Gena is staying over tonight. Can you fit her in for breakfast?" Her mother answered that that would be all right, and Amy threw me a nightie. Nothing more was said. I couldn't figure out what she was doing. From one angle it was clear that she was consenting, but her way of doing it was too weird for my taste. When I undressed she didn't look at me. She lay on her side and closed her eyes as though she was too tired to stay awake another minute. And when I got into the bed beside her she reached over and turned off the light.
Darkness enveloped us, the warmth of her body inflamed mine, and the sudden sense of intimacy rendered me breathless and helpless for the moment Amy didn't stir. She kept her back to me and her breathing was regular. What did she want from mel I snuggled up to her and noticed that she didn't move away. So far so good. My hand came to rest on her shoulder, awkward and tentative, and her passivity encouraged me to go further. I ached to touch her breasts, to feel the soft springy flesh and squeeze it like Terry had done to my tits. Echoes of that session reverberated throughout my body and made me all the more eager to get started with my friend. Slowly, ever so slowly, I reached over and took hold of one of her breasts, closing my fingers around its firmness with bated breath. No response. But in this case no news was good news. I caressed that breast more openly, rubbing it until the nipple stood up under the cotton nightie, just knowing that I was leading made me hornier! I had been seduced and I had loved it. But taking the initiative gave me an erotic fillip that had been missing when I had been the prey.
Her blonde curls brushed against my face, perfumed and downy, and her breathing became less stable. That hard little nipple told the real story of what she was feeling. I kept on caressing both her breasts through her nightie, taking my time, pacing myself the way Terry had, and all of a sudden Amy turned over to face me and embraced me with fierce passion. "I've wanted this to happen so much!" she whispered. "Oh, God, Gena, I've thought of nothing else for days! But I was afraid you'd be repelled and so I took great pains to be cool, you know? I'm so happy you called tonight, so very happy!" Her lips met mine and we kissed for a long time, heads moving from side to side, tongues snaking in and out, exchanging warm spit and hot emotions, our hands caressing the other's back and digging into the soft flesh below while our pubic bones gnashed together in harsh desire.
We couldn't move on from that point for a long time, lost as we were in our hot embraces. I kept reminding myself that it was Amy I was kissing, blonde, slender, ballsy Amy, another employee of Porter Assurance Ltd. What would those stuffy executives say if they could see us spending our passion on each other instead of them? More to the point, what would Amy's parents say if they caught us at it? "Won't your parents check up on us?" I asked during a breather. Amy shook her head and said they would never think to suspect her of this, and we fell back into each other's arms again to kiss endlessly. But now my hands were on the move. They went right down her knees where her nightie ended, and then upward along her smooth, supple thighs to that damp, hairy area which had been the focus of my day and night dreams for days on end. Her labia were swollen and inside she was so wet that my finger slipped into her pussy hole without the slightest resistance. Once in there my finger never wanted to leave It was soft and warm, saucy smooth, and the sensation of her cuntal muscles contracting about the intruding digit were almost more than I could stand!
"Ooohhh, that's nice!" I heard her groan. She let me take over completely and I did my best to please her. Terry served as my model. I fingered her long and deep and I made sure a knuckle rubbed higher up in her pussy to keep her clitoris interested. It was so exciting to arouse my friend! I started to forget about my own needs in order to get her hotter and hotter, and pretty soon it paid off. Amy clutched at me like she was drowning and her stifled cries were music to my ears. Two of my fingers rode in and out of her open pussy now, pushing in as deep as they could go and pulling back until they almost lost contact with her. The other hand squeezed her tits and I was kissing the arch of her neck, working my cunt into her thigh as if I was actually fucking her-and it felt right, it felt just like the real thing! When I closed my eyes and placed my pubic bone just behind my fingers, it felt as though I had a cock and I was screwing Amy into the mattress!
I fucked her until we came, heaving and sweating, barely able to stifle our high-pitched moans of ecstasy. And then, as the last shudder of passion ran through our bodies, I rolled off her and withdrew my sticky fingers from her hot cunt, to lie on my back and breathe in all the air I could get at. My heart thumped wildly and my head was spinning. What had we been doing!? Even though she was right beside me and the smell of her cunt reached my nostrils from my fingers, it was hard to believe that I had actually gone through with my dreams. A spasm of desire overtook me and I rolled toward her to face her once more. Amy's arms opened up for me but instead of hugging me against herself she began to push me down...down...down to where her pussy quaked with passion! I gave in easily, sliding down her smooth belly to the matted bush of hair between her thighs, and the nearer I came the stronger that familiar, exciting smell became. Yes, this was what I had wanted all along. I thought for a moment that it might be pure narcissism on my part, the expression of a desire to eat my own cunt. But what did that matter now that her delicately formed organ was staring me in the face, its succulent lips parted-to reveal the tender pink flesh within, the whitish drops of fluid gathering about the entrance to her body, and now that her loins pulsed slowly and sensually as she awaited the touch of my lips.
Terry had made me feel wonderful by doing this, I thought as my tongue reached for the top of her cuntal slit. The tip hooked in there and lolled briefly, just long enough to give Amy a foretaste of what was to come. How had she done it? Her head had moved from side to side and her tongue had flickered faster than a lizard's in a different direction to give me the benefit of both. like this? "AAAA-AAHHHHHH YESSSSSSM" cried Amy in answer to my unspoken question.
"Sssshhhhh!" I cautioned her, raising my head for a second. She held one hand over her mouth and signalled for me to get on with it. Eating her was like eating a tasty oyster, opening the shell and digging one's tongue in to the very bottom to prize out the soft wet jelly that tasted like the sea. I took care to eat her right, sucking at her cunt until it yielded a bounty of its liquor and then priming her clitoris to bring out more. Amy was putty in my hands and mouth now, moving limply and crying out her helplessness with delicious abandon. I was afraid her parents would hear her but by this time it didn't matter enough for me to do anything about it Eating, slurping, swallowing her up, sucking her cunt into my mouth so that her sensitive flesh chafed against my teeth, nibbling at her tiny, hard clitoris, and pressing her thighs against my temples so as to lock myself into the realm of total cunt for good. Oh God, this was wonderful! I loved the taste, the texture, but I loved her responses best of all. She yielded so beautifully, just as Terry had said. And if I had been in Amy's place I would have done the same. The luxurious welter of sensations that Terry had produced in me were at that moment careening through Amy's overloaded system and feeding back into my body somehow. I echoed her moans, her convulsive writhing, and my pussy secreted as much juice as hers did, only there was no one to enjoy it.
Amy must have been turned in to my thoughts. After a particularly long and animated climax she crawled around, taking care not to take her cunt away from my mouth, and she grabbed hold of my ass and rolled me into her face. Now her mouth cleaved to my cunt as ardently as mine had cleaved to hers, and together we sucked up a storm. This was the most intimate of all embraces, total contact cunt to mouth, mouth to cunt, abasing each other while elevating the other, soaring into new regions of bliss while rutting about in the swamps of raw sex. Grunting, clawing, licking it up, we made love to each other until there just wasn't any more point to it. Exhaustion blunted our delights, cramps in my jaws made good eating a chore, and the pain in my pussy told me it had been pleasured more than enough.
"Wow!" was all we could say. Amy produced a packet of cigarettes and lit one for us both. I could taste the juice from my own cunt on the filter tip and a last electric thrill shook up my system. But that was it, I was numb and tired, and the deepest emotion I could muster was a warm contentment at being in bed with my friend and lover for the first time.
"Are you going to introduce me to this woman?" Amy asked later. "I'd sure like to meet the one who brought you out of your shell."
"Terry you mean? Sure, I'll introduce you two in good time. But we'd better get to sleep! It's after two and we have to be up bright and early for work, remember?"
"Ah shit!" she said. "You know something, Gena, I'm so tired of that job that I puke every time I think about it We have to do something about that place, stir it up, breathe some life into those fogies, something! I can't take the boredom anymore!"
"I think I know what you mean," I sighed.
"I've been there longer than you," she reminded me. "But what do you say? You know we can do it, all we have to have is a plan and we can set the whole place on its head! Wouldn't that be something?"
"Yes, but how do you propose to do what?" I asked.
"A full assault with our only weapons," she said, "our pussies. Listen, Gena, I've been thinking about quitting for a long time and I really don't care what other work I do. I'd become a hooker to get away from a typewriter and that's the truth. And before I leave there I want to cause trouble. Now what you have to do is to make up your mind: do you want to stay in insurance until you marry an insurance man? Or do you want to live?"
"That's quite a choice," I said. We had another cigarette and smoked it in silence. "The way you present it makes it easy to decide, but then I wonder what you mean by living? Putting out for every guy who's got the right amount of cash isn't my idea of living."
"We're both going to extremes. Listen, Jack says we ought to get into movies. Well, that's fine with me. The money mightn't be so great but it'll be enough to keep us going. And soon enough people will take notice of us, well do a job here and there for a lot of money, and well retire before we reach twenty-one. Now what could be more sensible?"
"Oh hell, I can't decide," I said impatiently. "I'll go along with whatever you decide, that's the easiest way."
"That's what I like to hear." She yawned tremendously, stubbed out the cigarette, and turned her back to me. "You can change your mind in the morning, but if you don't we're committed, right?"
"Right," I said, stupid with sleep.