Chapter 7
Three days passed and on Sunday Delia and Vivian took a blanket down on the beach to catch some sun. It was a beautiful day and the ocean lay blue-green before them, calm and flat as a lake.
"You didn't forget the suntan oil, did you?" the redhead asked as they settled down on the blanket. "I definitely can't afford to burn. My skin's much too fair and sensitive."
"I brought it, don't worry," Delia replied, a bit aggravated because Vivian left everything up to her. "It's a wonder I found it, though. You keep everything in such a mess!"
"What's come over you? Did you get up on the wrong side of bed this morning?"
"I get tired of picking up and cleaning up after you," Delia told her. "You leave the apartment looking like a tornado just struck. I never met anyone so unconcerned."
"Oh, that! Yes, I guess you're right, Delia. I'm a spoiled brat, I know it. At home I always had a maid picking up after me. I never had to lift a hand to do anything. Know what? We ought to hire a maid! Why don't we?"
"Don't be crazy. We can't afford one. And anyway, there's not that much work to it-if you'll just pitch in and do your share. It wouldn't kill you."
"Okay, precious, I'll do better. Don't be mad. Let's oil each other and make up." Vivian shook her red hair and smiled. "It's much too beautiful a day for us to argue. Hand me the lotion, I'll do you first."
Delia dug in her beach bag, gave the bottle of suntan oil to Vivian. "Just do my back. I can do the rest."
The redhead started applying the soothing lotion. She unfastened Delia's halter so she could do her entire back. Delia held the halter up in front, over her breasts. Vivian busily applied the oil from her shoulders to the strings of her bikini bottom. She did such a thorough job that Delia began to wonder.
"You don't have to make such a production of it, Vivian. That's enough."
"You have lovely skin, precious," the redhead whispered. "I adore the feel of it. It's like rubbing your hand over the purest velvet."
"Thanks," Delia said. "But don't rub it off. I need it."
"Oh, don't be so touchy! I love to feel somebody's hands on me. Makes me tingle all over. Doesn't it do anything for you?"
"It's pleasant enough," Delia said. "But I wasn't expecting a total massage."
"Just a little more," Vivian said as she oiled Delia's sides. "Talk about a massage! You should meet the maid I had at home! Wow, what a prize! She not only used her hands, she used her lips as well!"
"You mean she was a lesbian?"
"She may not have been when Dad hired her. But she was sure acting the part when I left home." Vivian laughed low in her throat. "I guess you could say I sort of influenced her with my natural, sexy charm. She was the same age as I. She was a pushover, real naive, real innocent. I awakened her and trained her to keep me happy. I had a ball!"
"What'd you do? Seduce everybody who worked for your father? I mean, between the maid and that guy Paul.. . "
The redhead chuckled. "Can I help it if I'm a natural-born femme fatale? I told you, precious. When it comes to sex I don't have a principle to my name. I'm completely wanton inside and out."
"With a lot of cruelty mixed in between, it seems to me." Delia frowned. "Sometimes I wonder about you. Have you ever been in love? Seriously in love? Like with just one guy?"
"Of course! Thousands of times!"
"Can't you ever be serious about anything, Viv?"
"Oh, all right! If you must know, my wicked little heart belongs to Daddy, just like the song goes. Now are you satisfied?"
"I don't know. You're such a screwball! I'm not sure how you mean that. Are you saying you merely love your father, or that you're in love with him? There's a difference."
"Delia! How can you suggest such a sinful thing! You're talking about incest! Oh, how awful!"
"Knowing you, Viv, nothing would surprise me. And I get the impression you're evading the question. That makes me even more suspicious."
Vivian applied more lotion to Delia's back during a suspenseful moment of silence. "Why do you think I got kicked out of the house?" she finally said.
"You tell me," Delia answered. "But I bet it was your mother who insisted on your leaving, not your dad, right?"
"I'm afraid you've hit the nail on the head, precious. When Mom found out about Daddy and me, wow! I thought she was going to slaughter us both! I've never seen such a raging female in my life!"
"Did she actually catch you and your father in bed together?"
"Of course, silly. What else?"
"Actually screwing . . . P"
"No, Dad was too drunk to fuck. I had him eating me when dear old Mom busted in. I could have shot her. I was about to get my jollies."
"Oh my God!" Delia breathed. "Weren't you mortified out of your skin? Weren't you sick with embarrassment?"
"Not me! I thought it was funny. Sometimes I think I wanted her to catch us. She hated me and I hated her. She never wanted me and she made no bones about it. So I seduced Daddy partly for kicks and partly for revenge. It was a ball both ways."
"You seduced him? Purposefully?"
"Only when he was drunk. He was too ashamed otherwise. But he couldn't leave me alone. So he'd get on a bender and pretend he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't fool me though. I had him hooked. I took him clear away from dear old Mom. Served her right for treating me like an orphan from the day I was born. She had it coming."
"It sounds awful," Delia said. "Don't you feel any guilt? Any shame? I know I would."
"Oh, sure," Vivian snickered. "I'm ashamed of only one thing. I just wish I could have seduced that hateful mother of mine, got her as hooked on me as Daddy was. Boy, would I have made her sweat' That, to me, would have been pure heaven."
Delia shuddered. "You've got to be making all this up, Vivian! It's too incredible to believe! It-it's just impossible!"
"Suit yourself, precious. I couldn't care less. You asked me, I told you, so that's that. Here, you oil me some. And don't be stingy with the lotion. I darn sure don't want to burn. I end up with too many freckles."
Vivian lay on her tummy on the blanket while Delia proceeded to apply suntan oil to the redhead's exquisitely fair back and shoulders. "Ooo, I love your special touch, precious," Vivian cooed. "Tingles me clear down to my pussy. Makes my twat twitch. I love it!"
"Stop talking like a slut," Delia scolded. "You sound terrible."
"But I am a slut! At heart at least! I'd be the last person in the world to deny that!"
"Well, keep it to yourself, then. I'm not interested."
"That's a shame," Vivian said. "What's a shame?"
"Oh, nothing. Forget it. Hey, tell me about yourself, Delia. Your love life and all that. What man was-or is-the big thrill in your life? I'm curious to know."
"Oh, there've been so many I couldn't begin to pick any particular one as my big big thrill. The list is too long."
"Stop lying. Who was the first guy got your cherry, then? They always leave their mark on a girl."
"I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind," Delia said.
"Oh, okay, be a clam. If it hurts that much to talk about it, though, your first stud must have really branded you. Must have been quite a guy, that's all I can say."
"He is." Delia frowned. "He definitely is."
"Then he's still hanging around? He's still in the picture?"
"I'm afraid so."
"You sound like there's something wrong. Is there?"
"I'll tell you this much, Viv. He's the only man I ever loved, but it's the same old story. We were supposed to get married. He ended up marrying someone else. It's silly, I know, but I've never met another man I could actually fall in love with. I've tried and tried, but it always turns out blah."
"He sounds like a real creep to me, if you don't mind my saying so. Do you still see him?"
"Yes. I try not to. But I do. It's kind of hopeless. I can't refuse him. I just don't have the strength."
"You mean he uses you?"
"I try to pretend he still loves me . . . needs me . . . "
"Bullshit!" Vivian laughed. "All I can say for you, precious, is you're a glutton for punishment! But all you one-man chicks are. Thank God I'm not that way. No one cock is going to fuck this girl up like that. You ought to tell him to go fuck himself and forget him. It's the only way!"
"I just wish to heaven I could," Delia said quietly. "I'd do it in an instant. But it isn't that simple. I love the guy. He's a bastard but I love him. I guess I always will."
"Then I feel sorry for you. You're the proverbial loser. You'll be walked on all your life. Oh, well, it's your funeral, not mine. Hey, how about oiling my legs while I'm flat on my belly, huh? I'm so comfy I hate to move. And it feels so delicious being attended like this. Reminds me of my maid." Vivian sighed, kicked her dainty feet lightly. "Please, precious, humor me just a little, will you? Pamper me? I'll love you for it. I'll love you to death."
Delia shrugged. "Why not? If it means so much to your spoiled little heart. Ye-gads, what a devilish brat you are!"
Vivian giggled. "Aren't I though? You just don't know the half of it!"
"I'm learning fast," Delia said with disdain as she dribbled the suntan lotion on her palm and began slicking down the redhead's delicate-skinned legs. "I'm learning."
"Delia.. . "
"Yes?"
"What's his name? The guy who broke your pitiful little heart. Maybe I know him."
"Brad. Brad Turner."
"Never heard of him," Vivian said. "Will I get the chance to meet him?"
"Probably. Hell drop around to see me sooner or later."
"Like the bad coin, huh?"
"Yes, something like that" Her voice trailed off.
"Don't sound so bitter, precious," Vivian said. "Your Brad Turner can't be the end of the world. Be happy! Forget the creep. Let's both be happy!" She chuckled. "We have each other, darling! What else do we need!"
Delia frowned. Tm not sure I get your meaning . . . "
"Friends! And what are friends for, precious? To tell troubles to, shoulders to cry on and all that stuff. Someone to turn to when the going gets rough."
"Oh," Delia said. "Yes, of course."
"What did you think I meant?"
Tm not quite sure, Viv. Forget it."
T will not! You thought I was suggesting a gay relationship, didn't you? Don't he! I can read your mind!"
"Of course not," Delia said, feeling trapped. "The idea never crossed my mind! You're imagining things!"
"Have you ever done it?" Vivian asked.
"Done what?"
"Made love with another female, what else? Stop acting so innocent, darling. You know what I mean."
"No, certainly not," Delia said flatly. "I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you're asking."
"Don't get mad, Delia! We're only talking! Why do you get upset about nearly everything I say?"
"I'm sorry," Delia conceded. "I really am. Sometimes you get under my skin asking such personal questions. Maybe I'm a bit too touchy today. Like I say, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
"Yes, if you'll continue rubbing me down like this. You have such marvelous hands. I love the feel of them on my body. Oooo, thanks. I'll adore you the rest of my life. But getting back to that other thing, haven't you ever had a lesbian make a pass at you? I mean you must have, beautiful as you are."
"Yes. Of course," Delia said. "It happens to every girl once in a while."
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"Well what?"
"What did you do about it?"
"Simply said thanks but no thanks, naturally." Delia felt uncomfortable. She wished Vivian would drop the subject.
"You did! Boy, you and I are sure different in that respect. You don't know what you're missing, darling, honestly! I never pass up a chance to enjoy me a lesbian. It's the wildest kick ever! Once you get one all hot and bothered, she'll literally eat you up! And do I love being eaten! Wow! Talk about kicks! Talk about a turn-on! You get a lesbian hooked on your body, you've got it made! You can just lie back and luxuriate in ecstasy with sweet hungry lips consuming you from head to foot and licking your pussy till your eyes pop out."
"Oh!" Delia winced. "You sound so-so awful! I never met anybody who talked so outrageously about her innermost feelings and conquests. What do you do? Prey on the weaknesses of others? Try to make victims of everybody? Use anybody you can for a kick? How can you be so callous and selfish? So utterly cruel and uncaring toward others? You amaze me, Viv. You're hard to believe!"
The redhead chuckled and her sleek white form tremored beneath Delia's oily fingers. "That's me, precious! I grab my fun where I find it. I don't pass up anything!"
Delia took a deep breath. The younger girl startled her, amazed her. Never in her life had she met such a wild and reckless character. Vivian was the epitome of the female bitch! Yes, that was the only word for it. Bitch! And yet there was something else-fascination. No need trying to deny it, the sexy redhead exuded an excitement that couldn't be ignored. Her very bitchiness became attractive. She seemed to dwell in an aura of sin and sensuality and adore it, make light of it and draw others to it. Delia wondered. She felt undercurrents of danger just being around the girl, felt little warning flags waving about in her mind. Actually, she should put distance between herself and Vivian. She sensed it, she knew it. The girl had to be trouble. Yes, Delia thought, she ought to pack her bags and move out of the apartment, get as far away from this totally unprincipled little slut as possible. It'd be the smartest thing she'd ever done, probably.
Still, like the proverbial moth circling the flame, one seldom heeds warning signs in the presence of fascination such as Vivian produced, Delia reflected. You felt you might miss something. Something earthshaking and utterly divine! That was the only way Delia knew how to put it.
She applied the aromatic lotion to the shapely white legs with a strange new sense of awareness now, a tingling awareness that made her throat go dry. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she experienced a shocking flood of sensuality washing over her. Her heart began to pound.
Suddenly, like subtle magic, the red-haired girl's body turned utterly desirable before Delia's very eyes. The feel of the lovely legs and smooth skin radiated erotic sensations to Delia's brain, filling her with nostalgic, haunting hungers. Delia caught her breath. What was happening to her? she wondered. What was this blissful poison of desire that captured her and held her breathless? My God! she thought. This can't be!
Vivian rolled over, looked up at Delia with amused, questioning eyes. Slowly she smiled, reading Delia's thoughts. She giggled. She sat up, letting the loose halter fall from her exquisite tits. Her fingertips reached and caressed Delia's cheek. "I love you too, precious," she whispered excitedly.
"No!" Delia said emotionally. "No . . . "
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Vivian leaned quickly forward and kissed Delia's parted mouth hotly, hungrily. Instinctively Delia tried to draw away but the attempt was mockingly inept. The warm, sweet, sugary taste of Vivian's lips on hers was too enthralling to resist. Delia felt a compelling weakness take her over. Vivian's tongue slid inside her mouth and Delia went blind with ecstasy. It seemed her very soul melted. She sighed in a new world of delicious-ness and allowed herself to become totally overwhelmed.
"Let's hurry up to the apartment," Vivian broke the lass long enough to say. "I want you, precious! I want you terribly!"
"No . . . please . . . "
"Yes! It's got to be! Come on-I can't wait! Come on!"
Delia didn't have the strength to argue.