Chapter 8
Mary Alice's "business" for the afternoon, however, was to take her on a big round of errands from Glen-dale, in the Eastern part of the Valley, to the farthest corner, a dusty town called Chatsworth, with a detour well to the north, outside the. Valley in the Grapevine foothills, to pick up some building materials in Newhall. She asked if Nan wouldn't like to go-but Nan, her "surprise" firmly in mind by now, begged off. She'd stay behind and fool around the place.
So Mary Alice drove off just as the afternoon was getting warm and smoggy-goodness, the sky did get gray and overcast with the stuff, even on a hottish day, only with no loss of heat in the process!-and Nan sat down at an empty desk in the office out front, scribbling a shopping list, organizing her afternoon.
She'd have to get a car-rent it, lease it, buy it, it didn't matter-before long. For now, it appeared, there was a supermarket not far off, and she'd shop for a really nice meal that evening. Then she'd come back and put their hving quarters in apple-pie order and have the place spotlessly clean when Mary Alice got back that evening. It'd be a nice day, with a particularly nice evening at the end of it She found she was humming a happy little song as she wrote; and, to tell the truth, she hadn't been so happy-felt so fulfilled, really-since she and Ed were young lovers, with a newborn baby and a happy little love nest. (Little! It had been the size of a railroad station, and she had never, ever, felt at home in it) She felt healthy, eager, full of vigor and bonhomie. What a happy visit this was going to be!
Across from her Louise, the receptionist, said suddenly, "Say, Annie. I hope you don't mind my asking. What do you do?"
"Do?" It wasn't the kind of question she was used to.
"Well, I mean...most of us here are...well, like, into something. I mean, Mary Alice's thing is this place, si monumentum requiris circumspice, you know, heh. And most of the teachers are, like, really wrapped up in their thing. Me, I'm writing a novel nights. Mary Alice lets me use the typewriter when I'm done here, and I get in a couple of hours every night. I...I was just wondering."
"Gee," Nan said. "I...well, I'm sort of just beginning to find out. I've been a housewife for a number of years. But my husband died a couple of years ago, and my daughter's in boarding school. I guess you'd say I'm kind of at loose ends."
"Well, you've come to the right place. If you're connected with the place you get to take classes free if you want them. I'm still shopping around for something. I'm not the dance-class type, but I could get something out of painting maybe."
"I think I might just look around, at that," Nan said, smiling. "I guess, when you come right down to it, I must have a lot in common with the girls who take classes here. I mean, the first part of the marriage life either failed or over for some reason, and nothing to do. You can grow old fast that way if you don't keep busy."
"Right," the girl said, her fingers beginning to fly over the keyboard again. "Anyhow, that's what we're here for."
Nan thought about it on the way down to the store on foot. It would be kind of fun to get involved with something, even if you weren't much good at it She'd had a fair hand with clay as a girl-it may simply have had something to do with the fact that she'd had a schoolgirl crush on the guy who taught ceramics and sculpture-and maybe she'd wind up throwing pots in Avram's little studio for a while or doing figure statuettes with Max. She imagined she could have a lot of fun with either discipline. It didn't hurt either, that she knew (she now admitted to herself privately) that she was strongly attracted to both.
But she thought about that too, as she bustled about the store filling her market basket While she was here it would be the right thing, of course, to stay with Mary Alice. She had no intention of making her friend unhappy-despite her claims of non-involvement she knew Mary Alice would be jealous if she even looked at another person that way-and....
Thinking about it brought her up sharply, and she found herself halting the market basket's progress so suddenly that another woman's cart rammed her from behind. "Pardon me," she said, and pulled the cart to one side.
Goodness! She was...she'd drifted-as casually as that-into a real, live, lesbian affair. And what was more surprising, she felt no guilt about it whatsoever. It somehow didn't seem at all strange, or "queer," or reprehensible. They were just two lonely girls who needed friendship and consolation, and the sex part of it was just a natural extension of that It didn't feel bad at all. On the contrary, it felt good. No. It felt wonderful. She felt like a human being again, tike a whole woman for the first time in years.
Wasn't that it itself something wrong? Shouldn't she be feeling some sort of shame? She asked herself this, and was again surprised to hear herself say no, not at all. "Ii it feels good, do it," the saying went among her daughter Mickey's friends. She'd put that saying down in the past Now she wasn't so sure about this or anything else. Now Mickey's little rule of thumb, which sounded so dangerous when teen-agers said it sounded like good sense.
She asked about cabs; there weren't any, they told her, so she packed her stuffed bags in a shopping cart and, in full defiance of the law cited on the wall of the store, proceeded to roll the cart down the street heading for the school
And, with her progress slowed by the necessity of worrying the heavy cart up and down the curbs at street corners, she let her mind run in other directions.
What (her mind said to her) if she did make friends with the enigmatic Max, the sculptress? What if she did decide to go to bed with her? What if.. . ? There'd been something just incredibly sexy about the scene this morning. It hadn't been the way things had been in life class, back in school. There the model's nakedness had been impersonal, and their own participation in the class so dehumanized a thing it'd been impossible to think of the nude girl on the stand as being anything but a series of planes and curves to try to render in charcoal or pastels. The model had been bored and sullen and totally somewhere else, as far as her own participation in things was concerned. And Nan-who had had troubles with line, with getting her facility up in drawing-had been so busy trying to get something, anything, done, in a three-minute pose, that she hadn't had time to think of anything.
It certainly hadn't been that in Max's class. She'd never seen a teacher touch the model before. And it hadn't been a cold, impersonal sort of touch at that-despite the abruptness of her words. Nan had the strong feeling that only real passion of some kind would get any other kind of tone out of Max, who seemed to have matter-of-factness built into her voice.
But not into her eyes, and certainly not into her strong and capable hands. And, cool voice or no, she had a way of letting you know what was on her mind, all right Nan felt her face flushing as she thought of the interview this morning. Perhaps it would be the best thing to think of this as being a short visit-maybe a week or ten days, no more-and then go back to her life in the East But then, she thought on the other hand it was a cute place, and the people are nice, and maybe it would be fun to do a little craftsy dabbling now....
Back at the place she stowed the groceries in die icebox and pantry and settled down to giving the place a nice sweep up. For this she shucked her pretty sports clothes; Nan liked to clean house naked. This had been a habit ever since the days when she'd locked the door to keep even her girl friends out to keep them from seeing her. It was, she'd thought at the time, something of a necessity for a poor girl in school; yon didn't get your all-too-expensive clothes dirty that way, and yon didn't fatten your already prohibitively high cleaning bin. When yon were done you were dirty all over, perhaps, but then it was the matter of a moment's work to pop into a nice hot shower and get deliriously clean again.
She really leaned into the broom now, getting up the dust and when she was done she gave die place a thorough mopping. As she mopped the kitchen it was the natural thing to do to put on a pot of coffee, and when it was done she poured herself a cup even before heading for the bathroom to run the hot water.
As she did she heard a soft step behind her. "Mary!" said a familiar voice. Then it said, "Oh."
Nan whirled. "Oh, Myra." She put down her coffee and reached for something to put on; then she remembered she'd left everything in the bedroom.
"Oh, don't mind me," the girl said with a friendly smile. "I like to clean house that way too. My, though," she said, with an appreciative glance down Nan's front "I certainly was right You'd make a lovely model. I certainly came to the right place."
"Oh?" said Nan, blushing. She picked up a dish-towel and held it over her body, feeling awkward. "I...I'll be back in a minute when I've something on." She started for the door, but Myra stopped her with a gentle hand.
"No, no, sweetheart, don't put anything on for me. Not unless it makes you feel bad. I like it You're very pretty. I...well it's a funny thing. Life is full of silly coincidences."
"Oh?" Nan said. She remained standing where she was. Strange; the funny part was that she didn't feel odd for being naked. She felt odd for being dirty. "Just let me run some shower water. It takes the water a while to get hot."
Myra said, "Fine. I'll pour myself a cup of coffee, do you mind?"
"Heavens, no." Nan, in the bathroom, ran the hot water. Then, giving herself a look over in the full-length mirror, she thought: I've a choice now. Do I put something on, to get respectable, or...? The figure in the mirror, somehow even more attractive for the disarray of her hair, the little smudges of dirt here and there-all looking artfully placed, despite her lack of planning-smiled impishly back at her.
She compromised, going, to the bedroom for robe and slippers but bringing them back to the bathroom only to put them on the closed toilet seat. "Myra, hon," she said, "I have to wash all this stuff off. Come bring your coffee cup and talk to me, huh?"
"Sure," Myra said. And she entered, holding the cup in both hands and leaning against the open door, looking at her, as Nan stepped into the shower with a smile.
Nan stepped under the hot water, letting it splash wildly and deliriously over her close-cropped head and down her breasts. Clouds of steam began to rise from the blazing-hot water. "Oh, gee, that feels marvelous," she said. "You were saying...."
"I was saying I came up to ask Mary Alice if she'd sit for my advanced class at five," Myra said in her nice, rich contralto voice. "I'm having the hardest time finding models. When I get one she either gets knocked up or she finds a new boyfriend who disapproves. I thought I had one sewed up for this week and next, but then I get this call at the last minute and she can't make it tonight. I have to tell her that if she can't make tonight, forget about next week. My girls are going to finish this painting, and that's going to take two sittings."
Nan, soaping her neck, said, "But Mary Alice's out now. And it's almost four. And I don't have any idea when shell be back, surely not before seven, with all the errands she said she had."
"Ouch. Mary Alice's always to good about filling in everywhere when she can. She even stepped in as a subject in the hypnosis seminar last month." Myra's voice took on a subtly different tone. "Annie...I was wondering. Are you busy? Right-now? For an hour or two?"
"Me?" Nan said. Her hands rubbed the soap vigorously over her nipples. It felt delightful. "But...I was going to wait up for Mary Alice," she said. "I had a nice surprise supper all planned."
"Oh....But say. If you don't know when she'll be home, how can you know when to start dinner?"
"I can't, that's the problem. I'll just have to play it by ear."
"Well...can't you leave her a note to come get you at my class? Then, whenever she comes, you can go right then, and it won't matter to me. My girls will at least have had the chance to get their picture started, set up, you know. Oh, please, Annie...we'd appreciate it so much."
"Well..." Nan said, wavering. "You mean, like, a nude pose?"
"Sure. You'll be perfect"
Nan rubbed the soap up her glistening, tingling groove, hesitated. It'd feel nice...sexy...all those eyes on her naked body....She smiled a secret smile to herself. "Well, okay," she said. "But I have a little finishing up to do here first"
"No problem," Myra said. "I'll help you. I'm free until then. Come turn off the water and I'll dry you oft"
Nan turned the knobs. "Thanks," she said. "Uh...there are a couple of great big beach towel type things there in the cabinet," she said. She pushed back the curtain and stepped out onto the floor, slipping her toes into rubber shower thongs Myra had set out on the floor for her. "Gee, that felt terrific."
Myra stepped forward with the big towel and Nan stepped into its heavy folds, feeling the girl's strong hands on her immediately, feeling the grossly pleasurable sensation of the powerful fingers kneading her bare flesh through the rough, tacky towel. Her back was to Myra now; the girl rubbed down her back, baring her an inch at a time, before cupping her hard little buttocks with her two hands and rubbing them dry. Then, her hand inside the towel, she reached between Nan's legs and ran a toweled finger up, inside her buttocks, to touch Nan's tingling anus before starting to towel her legs.
"Boy," Myra said in that nice low voice of hers, "I wish the girls could paint you right now, with the color fresh from the hot bath. It's delicious. Now," she said matter-of-factly, "turn around." She sat down on the toilet seat, on Nan's robe, and rotated Nan's hips in her hands. When Nan's eyes met hers, there was a friendly smile on Myra's face.
"Gee," she said, her toweled hands on Nan's hips, "you're marvelous. Your breasts are so delicate. You've been sunning in the buff, too. It looks great on you, with your basic color. It sets off this so nicely." And her eyes came to rest on Nan's rich auburn muff of pubic hair. "God, what lovely pussy hair. Looks good enough to eat." And a new look entered her eyes. "I...." And her composure, her matter-of-factness, deserted her entirely. She dropped the towel and hugged Nan's body, all pink and tingly from the hot shower, closely to her, her soft cheek nestling against the reddish patch of hair. "Oh, God," she said. "Oh, God." Her hands, behind Nan, clutched her tender buttocks, which all of a sudden felt as sensitive as her thoroughly aroused nipples did. Nan's hands went behind Myra's head; her finger buried themselves in the close cap of blonde ringlets as Myra's hands forced her pelvis forward for her hotly eages kisses, all around her belly, on her navel, and, again and again, on the soft mound of richly curling auburn hair.
"Christ," said Myra, beside herself with passion.
Nan hesitated. She could see over the girl's shoulder the wildly exciting sight in the full-length mirror: her own nude body being kissed-God, right on the cunt!-by this ravishingly pretty little woman with the lovely blonde ringlets. When she spoke her voice was hoarse, as deep as Myra's. "Myra, dear...in here...come to bed...."
Myra was helpless with lust as Nan led her into the bedroom and lay down before her on the freshly made bed. "Here, darling," she said. "Here, sweetheart." And, her limbs full of a delirious languor, she spread her legs wide for the girl's kisses. "Here, darling...right here...oh, yes...."
Myra was simply wild with lust with hunger for the ripely beautiful sight before her. Nan's body was, as she'd said, tanned to a gorgeous golden hue, and the basic lightness of her skin, almost transparent when she'd been out of the sun, gave a special luster to the pretty color it turned to when she had been sunning nude, as she had done for some days before the original incident which had led to this vastly liberating trip of sexual discovery. The days at Nice and St. Tropez had helped some, in their way. She now felt grateful-whatever other feelings the experience aroused-to Marie-Helen for getting her to bask in the sun, braless, on the beach at the peninsular resort; she knew her bosom had benefited hugely from this.
It was not her bosom, however, upon which Myra now descended with so potent a hunger. It was the deliciously naked, wonderfully wide-open expanse of her pink and juicy cunt, spread out like a holiday feast within its bower of gleaming, still-wet-from-the-bath auburn hair. A fresh and delightful perfume of light, sexual musk exuded from the shiny cleft as Myra looked at it, her face contorted with desire. Her eyes sought Nan's, warmed at Nan's welcoming smile.
"Oh, yes, darling," Nan said. "Please. Please suck me...now...yes, baby." Her hand reached forth to caress Myra's cheek, softly. "Would you like to? Oh, sweetheart. Go right ahead, baby."
"Nan...Nan, honey...talk to me, please, while I do it. Please, sweetheart? I'm so hot. That turns me on so. Would you, baby?"
Nan smiled. And was surprised to find that the thought got her a little hotter itself. She'd always had this crippling Catholic inhibition about "dirty" words anyhow. Somehow it all seemed a little sexier now, this way. "Myra...please, baby...suck me. Suck me off right now, sweetheart. I'm dying for you to."
Myra's face took on a kind of feverish glow. "Yes...yes..." she said. "Yes...more.. . " And her pretty face, with its halo of closely curled, blonde ringlets-almost a white version of a mini-Afro-turned down to the lush sight below her. Her thin-lipped, pretty mouth, with its gleaming white teeth, dipped down the brown thighs to kiss first the auburn bush, then the outer lips of the fleshly jewel within it
Nan shivered wildly at this. She was, to tell the truth, still a little sensitive from the thorough tonguing she had received from Mary Alice that morning, and it came as no surprise to her to find that the first time Myra's lovely lips touched the flesh inside her wide-open cunt she was ready to come. And the voice that escaped her was even deeper and hoarser than before.
"Oh, God, Myra," she said. "Oh...God...my cunt's on fire...oh, your mouth, your mouth feels so lovely...so sweet so delicate, so...oh, God, oh, don't touch my button, baby, I'm raw, just lick inside my cunt, darling...yes, oh, yes, that's it...lick all around inside....Oh, Christ...oh...oh...oh, God, your tongue's so long, oh, baby, I can't stand it oh, please do it some more, sweetheart....Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!"
Myra, it seemed, had a surprise or two in store. Her tongue was a good two inches longer than normal, and now, as she worked her pretty face farther and farther down inside Nan's open vagina, she protruded the potent appendage farther, deeper, until, coming out of her thin lips, it had the appearance of a small but not insubstantial sort of penis, long enough to penetrate the inner lips and pass the area where Nan's hymen had been. Now, stuck out to its complete length, it probed her insides, washing the lovely pink flesh clean, lapping up the juices that lubricated her tingling and sensitive insides.
Nan was more and more aroused by this: it was truly an amazing and totally new experience for her. Her voice grew less and less controlled: "Oh, yes, oh, God, honey...what a tongue...oh, yes, lick me, lick my cunt, I can't stand it if you stop, don't stop, sweetheart...oh, God, spear me there...it's like you were fucking me...it's like a lovely little cock, oh, Myra, it's so beautiful...oh, baby, don't stop now, sweetie...ph, fuck...fuck me, honey...oh, yes now, deeper, deep inside me, fill me up, baby...Oh, God!"
Myra's attack was growing more and more spirited, and now it moved higher, to lick up the inner sides of Nan's wetly tumescent vaginal lips, drawing more and more of the rich juices of Nan's body inside her ravenously hungry mouth. Nan could hardly take this. Her feet kicked high in the air; the little thong sandals, flew wildly across the room as her gyrating feet flailed back and forth. Her hands went to her own little breasts, mashing them roughly beneath her palms; the nipples grew hard and long, protruding between her kneading fingers as she masturbated them deliciously.
"God, Myra, you're...oh, don't, honey...oh, don't, sweetheart, I'm so sensitive...oh, don't suck my button, baby . . oh, no, baby, don't...OH GOD! OH, MYRA! Oh, heavens, oh, God, please, no, baby...don't lick me there...oh, your tongue's so long and rough...oh, God, I'm so tender...I'm so sore there...Oh, Christ, it hurts, hurts, hurts, oh, no, baby....Please, please, please no, no, no, don't suck there, no, don't suck it in your mouth, oh, I can't stand it...Myra...Myra...NO! NO! NOOOOO-OOOOl"
Myra's kisses left the forbidden area as Nan came, shrieked, spasmed, subsided, collapsed with her legs hooked affectionately around Myra's lovely neck. She kissed Nan on each delicate inner thigh, then, relaxing, laid her head softly on the lush bush of wet cunt hair, her cheek nestling closely to it She had come, sweetly and silently, herself as Nan shrieked her way into semi-oblivion-come gently and happily with Nan's pretty little red clitoris nestled gently between her red and perfectly formed lips, the great length of her tongue withdrawn now, only the barest tip of it touching Nan's detumescent flesh. Now she lay, her head on Nan's crotch, a little smile of victory on her pleased face....