Chapter 2
I trained with Nancy during the next few weeks. I learned all about a woman's body and I did for her many times what she had done for me. I tasted her pussy and found it sweet and I loved her with a greater passion than I had ever felt for any other person.
But, even though I cared for the blonde, I wanted to try out other women. I did not tell her that. I could tell that Nancy, in her small-town loneliness, had grown to depend on me and want me near her as much as possible. She did not even go to St. Louis after she found me and started to train me.
In a way, that hurt me. I did not want the blonde to become that attached to me. I knew that I would wind up roaming and I knew that that would hurt her a great deal. But I could not help myself. I was only sixteen and I was too young to be tied down to any one person, even a person as sexy and loving as Nancy was.
So I did not tell her about my secret plans for other girls.
I just learned as much as I could and kept watching for those signs, the signs that told me that some other girl wanted me as much as Nancy had wanted me. I ran over seduction methods in my mind when I lay in bed late at. night. I dreamed of girls that I knew, wealthy girls who were just like me, girls who deserved my kind of love. I thought about all my wealthy friends and wondered which ones were unsatisfied with boys, which ones would be open to the kind of passion that I could give them.
You see, I was not yet a real revolutionary. I still thought of making love only to other girls who were in my social class, girls and women like Nancy, who were wealthy and perhaps a little bored with their rich lives.
I would never have dreamed then that I would have found real passion with a girl-But I am getting ahead of myself again, too far ahead.
Before I tell you about the girl who changed me so much, I must tell you about another female, a girl who was wealthy just as I was wealthy. Her name was Kim and she was blonde and cuddly and she lived in one of the biggest mansions in town.
I knew Kim only slightly, knew her from school and knew her from parties that she often had at her house, parties for wealthy boys and girls from the hill. She had a large swimming pool and all the gang enjoyed swimming in that pool when the hot weather came upon us.
And it just so happened that it got very hot in early May this year, sticky and humid and almost deathly. It was hot that Saturday afternoon when I went out for a walk in our imagine, wealthy neighborhood.
I think I started off to see Nancy, but, mostly, I just wanted to take a walk and think and be alone, away from my parents. My mother had noticed that I was spending a lot of time with the blonde, rich divorcee and she thought that that was cute. She told me that she thought Nancy would be able to teach me a lot about getting along in the world. My parents liked her. My father lusted after her. I knew that. But the fact that my parents thought that she would be a good influence on me made things much more comfortable, much easier. I was even able to spend the night at her house a couple of times because my mother and my father never suspected that we were actually lovers, that those nights and afternoons I spent with Nancy were filled with cunt-loving fun and lesbian lust.
I often wonder what they would have done if they had known. My father would have probably envied me because he wanted to go to bed with Nancy so much. And my mother would have probably ignored it because she was used to ignoring things, such as my father's sexual escapades with other women and ray older sister's strange, radical ways. Linda had already exploded a couple of times when she came home from college, exploded and cursed them both for being so piggish in their wealth and their attitude toward the lower classes. That had bothered me because I was not used to such things from anyone, but my mother had assured me that it was just a phase that Linda was going through, that all college girls get radical for a semester or so and then they settle down and take courses that would turn them into good wives of the upper classes.
"I remember my college days," my mother said dreamily. "I used to smoke cigarettes and listen to jazz records and I dated boys who wore goatees."
When she said that, I could hardly keep myself from asking her if she missed those wild and rebellious days of her youth, the days before she settled down and married my clean-shaven father. I also wondered if she had fucked some of those goateed college boys. But I knew that I would never be able to ask my mother something like that. Sex was never discussed in our imagine, big house.
And my father just huffed when Linda came up with some of her radical ideas and walked out of the room. He did not take either one of his daughters seriously at all. I do not think that he took any woman seriously, even my mother, even the girls that he fucked on the side, even Nancy whom he lusted for. He lived in a real man's world, the world of small-town business and banking.
I was thinking all of those things as I walked around the neighborhood that hot and humid afternoon and I was wondering what was going to happen to me when I went off to college. I hoped that I could turn radical too, if only for a little while.
But I did not want to date boys with goatees. I wanted to find some sexy college girls and love them and see what college really had to offer to a girl like me.
I was walking around in a dreamy daze when I heard the car horn honk behind me. I turned and I saw Kim coming up in her little foreign convertible. She smiled and waved at me and stopped the car right next to me.
"Hi, Terri," she said. "Sure is hot today, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," I muttered.
I did not know if I really wanted to be disturbed by this girl. I had always considered Kim sort of mindless, and I thought that I would rather spend my time thinking sexy, dreamy thoughts than talking about the weather with her.
But then she grinned at me and I thought that I caught that look in her eye, that appreciative glint that I had seen in Nancy's eye too. I could not be sure, but I drew closer to the car to see if I could catch it again.
"I was thinking of going home and swimming. My folks are away for the weekend and the servants are off. Would you like to come with me, Terri?"
Still, I could not be sure, but there was something in the way that Kim looked at me, something in the way that she spoke that told me that she wanted more than just a swimming partner on a hot and sticky afternoon. I thought that it was at least worth an effort. She was sexy in her blonde, little-girl, cuddly way.
"That sounds nice," I said with a smile.
"Get in," she said, opening the door for me.
I did get in and we drove toward her big mansion as she continued to glance and grin at me. I wondered why she was doing that, and then I wondered if my girl-loving, secret self, the self that I had only shared with Nancy so far, showed in any way. If an empty-headed girl like this little, blonde sexpot could see it, I thought, it must really show.
But I was not certain of anything. I sat there and felt the breeze blow through my hair and worked over a seduction plan in my head. I would take my time with her, I thought, and I would just wait and see.
She lived only a block away from the, spot where she had picked me up. We got to her mansion in a couple of minutes. She stopped the little car in front of the big, front door and she got out and bounced into the house. I followed her.
She went through the house to the swimming pool in back.
The mansion was deserted. There was no one around. If this girl was not just lonely, was not just trying to be friendly in her stupid, silly way, she might really be interested in me, I thought. This was certainly the right place to have a little, lesbian experience.
As we went through the kitchen, she stopped and got a bottle of cola out of the refrigerator and put ice in two glasses. She carried that stuff with her to the edge of the pool and then she sat the bottle and the glasses on a little table there and poured the cola into the glasses. She handed me one.
Then she took a deep breath and she said something that she had obviously been meaning to say for a long time. .
"Why don't you go out with Ralph any more, Terri?" she asked.
Her question took me aback for a moment. Ralph had called me a few times for another date, but I had always told him that I was busy. Finally, he had stopped calling me and I had forgotten all about him. I was too wrapped up in my relationship with Nancy and all the things that she was teaching me to even think about that boy who had fucked me and left me feeling empty.
But I knew that Kim and Ralph were good friends, and then everything came clear to me. I looked at her and I asked her the question.
"Has Ralph talked to you about me and him?"
"Yes," Kim admitted. "He was very hurt that you did not want to go out with him. He really-likes you, Terri."
"Oh," I said, trying to act girlishly and sipping on my cola, "he will find some other girl. He is a very handsome and sexy guy. He should have no trouble at all getting dates."
"Well, he doesn't," Kim said. "But he still thinks that maybe he did something to make you mad at him."
"Oh, he didn't do anything to make me mad," I assured the blonde.
We sat down in two chairs and Kim looked into my eyes, as if she thought that I was trying to keep some kind of secret from her. Of course, I did have a secret, but I kept thinking that it would be nice to share that secret with her, if I sensed in her look that girl-lust that I had glimpsed for a second there in the car.
"Why don't you go out with Ralph?" I asked. "You two are good friends and all-"
"Oh, we are too good as friends," she said. "I have known Ralph since we were both children and we are very close, but he is more like a brother to me than anything else, and I like it that way. We talk to each other and sometimes we go to the movies together, but I could never think of doing anything really intimate with him. I know him too well for that."
And then the little blonde took another deep breath and I knew that she was going to bring up something else, something that had been troubling both her and her brother-figure, Ralph. I figured I knew what it was, but I wanted her to say it. I wanted to make sure that she knew about my fucking Ralph. I had worked that into my seduction plan too.
"I know that you and Ralph-uh, you know, Terri," she muttered. "And I don't think any the less of either of you for doing-well, you know, it."
She was embarrassed to even bring up the subject, so I thought that I would shock her a little bit. I knew from my experience with Nancy that there was nothing like a little shock to get a teen-aged girl seduced in a hurry.
"You mean, you know that Ralph and I fucked that last time that we went out," I said.
When she heard that, when she heard that word, she sighed and seemed to relax.
"Yeah," she said girlishly. "I know that you and Ralph fucked."
I waited for her to say something else. I knew that she had some kind of revelation all prepared for me, that that was the reason that she had invited me to join her for a swim that afternoon--. I looked out at the pool and thought that it did look inviting, but I had to wait. I had to wait until I had gained a new intimacy with this girl. Then I would put my seduction plan into action with her.
She did looked very good sitting there, shyly trying to think of the words to put her ideas and her questions into. She was wearing a halter-top and a pair of imagine shorts. She was tanned already from lying around her own pool and her lips were quivering with her nervous attempt to make meaningful conversation with me, to help out her old friend Ralph as much as she could.
Finally, she worked up the courage to say it.
"Ralph thinks that he may not have been very good with you that time, when you two-uh, fucked. He thinks that he may have left you feeling bad or something. You see, Ralph had only done it once before, and-Well, he thinks that you just don't think he is a real man, and that bothers him."
I thought about it. I could imagine that handsome, teen-aged boy pouring out his soul to his little blonde friend and telling her how badly he felt about being left high and dry after he had fucked me.
His youthful masculinity had been threatened by my refusal to date him again.
And I thought that it was not that Ralph was not a real man. He was too much of a man for my taste. How could I tell the girl who sat there wondering what she could do to bring me and Ralph back together again that I did not care about men, that I liked the soft sexiness of girls and women?
I thought about it for a second and then touched Kim's arm and tried to put my feelings into words that she would accept, words that might lead up to a lot of fun with this blonde.
"You tell Ralph that he did just fine," I said. "You tell me that I think of him as a man. It is just that I am a little confused right now and I don't want to hurt him. If we went out again, he would want to fuck again, and I am not sure that I could handle that emotionally right now. It is not that he failed me. It is just that there is something else that I am trying to find and I don't think that I can even define it for you."
She looked up at me and I could tell by the expression in her eyes that she felt vaguely sorry for me. I knew that I had taken a bold step then. I knew that she thought I was being truthful with her and that she accepted that and appreciated that.
I could imagine that very few of Kim's wealthy girlfriends ever thought about any of the complexities of life and they probably never discussed them with a girl like Kim.
"You tell Ralph that, okay, Kim?" I said.
"All right. I will tell him. But what is it that you are trying to find, Terri?"
"I don't know for sure," I said, knowing full well what I wanted to find.
I wanted to find a lot of hot, little cunts to play with.
"I think I sort of understand what you mean," the blonde said.
And I figure that I had her then. She was going to open up with me and tell me things that were truthful, things that confused her, things that she would never reveal to most of her girlfriends. She responded to the truth that she sensed in me with her own truth, but I wondered just how interesting her truth could be. To me, Kim had always seemed only interested in parties and swimming and good times.
But I found out that afternoon that I was wrong.
"Terri," she said softly, "if I tell you something, will you promise never to reveal it to any other living soul?"
"I promise," I said earnestly and I leaned in close to her her dreaded secret.
"I fucked Ralph too," she said. "I did not really care for him that way, but, one afternoon, about six months ago, we were fooling around here in the house and we were all alone and we both wanted to find out what it was like and we fucked. And I have regretted that ever since. I just wanted him to be my friend. It felt a little bit like I was fucking my own brother, except, of course, I don't have a brother."
And I smiled at her with a soft look in my eyes to let her know that I understood just how she felt. I thought that this worked in well with my plan, that this gave us something in common, especially if Ralph, in his stupid, boyish ways, had left this blonde feeling as empty as he had left me.
I did not say anything. I wanted her to continue, to reveal more of her secrets to me.
"I felt real guilty about doing that, and I felt something else too, Terri. I never told Ralph this. It would kill him if he knew how I felt about it. But I felt sort of unsatisfied. It was like he had taken me up to the mountain and then had told me to walk down by myself."
That did it. I knew then that Kim and I had a lot in common, more than I had ever dreamed. In my fantasies about other girls that I knew, I had never even considered making love to Kim. And yet that is what I wanted to do at that instant. I wanted to make love to her more than anything else in the world.
She would be my first new girl. I would seduce her just as Nancy had seduced me. Now that she had revealed the truth about her own emptiness, I would give her truth about myself too, just as Nancy had told me the truth about her own experiences in St. Louis. But I needed to know one more thing before I could reveal all to this blonde.
"Maybe it was just Ralph and the guilt that you felt about doing it with him," I suggested. "Did you ever try to fuck any other guys, Kim?"
And we were so close, emotionally and physically, at that moment, that she could not lie to me, even if she had wanted to.
"Yes," she admitted softly. "I tried it with Ray Edwards and it was just the same with him as it was with Ralph. It was all right, but it did not really give me something that I felt was special, important, something to remember, you know, Terri?"
"Oh, yes, Kim," I said, nodding my head, 'I know all too well just what you mean."
"That is what confuses you too, then."
"Exactly," I told her.
"And, Terri," she said softly, "there is one more thing. Oh, Terri, you must really promise not to tell anyone else about this. I don't know what I would do if this got out. It would just kill me, Terri. Please, promise."
She was working herself up into a great fit of anxiety. I put my hands on her bare, tanned shoulders and tried to calm her as spoke to her softly.
"I promise, Kim. You. are my friend. I would never do anything to hurt you.' And then I could tell that she felt better and more calm and I waited for the most terrible secret in Kim's soul. I wondered just how terrible any secret Kim had could be. She was such a little mindless innocent, I thought.
. When she said it, she said it softly, almost whispering it, although we were alone on the grounds of that house.
"I know that I can have fun, that I can experience something worth remembering, Terri, because, when I was thirteen years old my cousin came to visit me and she and I slept together in the same bed for three nights and we-we-we-"
She could not get "the words out, but I knew what she was trying to say. A lot of girls did that when they were young and adventurous. I had not. I had come to my lesbianism late in life, when I was in full, sexual bloom.
But I thought that I would help the girl out and let her know that I understood at the same time.
"You and your cousin played with each other, right?" I said with a smile.
Now that the words were out and filling the hot, spring air, she felt relieved and she was calm again.
My smile had calmed her. She knew that I did understand and that I would not tell anyone else.
"Right," she admitted. "Right."
"And you enjoyed that more than you enjoyed either of the boys that you fucked?"
"Yes, Terri. Does that make me a weirdo, Terri?' I grinned at her and touched her hair in a light, quick way, as a girlfriend would touch her to show her that she was being silly.
"Fuck, no, Kim," I said cheerfully. "Oh, I guess There are people here in Victory who would think that that made you strange or perverted. But those people have their heads up their small-town ass-holes. I think that it just makes you normal. I do stuff with women myself."
And the blonde's blue eyes grew big with amazement.
"You too, Terri?" she asked.
I could tell from her expression that she was both surprised and pleased by the news.
"Sure. That is one reason why I have not gone out with Ralph again. There's a woman here, Kim, and you know her too. That woman offers me everything that I could ever want to have in sex. I don't really have any interest in Ralph or any other fellow right now.
"Who is she?" Kim asked.
But I smiled at her and shook my head.
"I can keep a secret, Kim," I said, "especially when it involves something like this."
And I could tell that my refusal to name names made Kim feel more at ease.
I knew what the little blonde was thinking at that moment.
She was thinking that, if I did not tell her the name of the woman, then I could be trusted not to mention her own girl-loving ways to anyone else.
And I could see that flicker across her eyes, that flicker of interest in me as more than just a friend.
But Kim was not ready to admit that interest yet.
So she stood up and pulled off her halter-top with a quick movement and spoke to me in a voice that sounded something like a cheer.
"Let's swim naked," she said. "That will be fun."
"Sure," I agreed, jumping up.
And the two of us stripped off our clothes with quick motions and we dove into the pool. Kim beat me there by a matter of a couple of seconds.
We swam naked in the cool water. I was willing to wait, I thought as I swam. We both knew that it was going to happen for certain very soon. But I would let Kim get the thought firmly in her mind before it did happen. That way, it would not surprise her or leave her feeling guilty or used.
And I certainly did not want her to feel used about anything. I wanted her to enjoy this experience as much as I was going to enjoy it.
We swam naked back and forth in the pool, squealing and crying out like children. And then Kim swam to one end of the pool and turned to face me and reached up and held herself there, floating and waiting for me to join her.
And the look in her eye told me that she wanted it as much as I did, that she had decided in her own girlish mind that it would be right and fun.
I swam toward her slowly, gracefully, and I ended up right between her outstretched legs. I knew that she wanted me there. I moved between her legs and floated there, with my big tits touching her own.
"You can trust me, Kim," I said softly. "You can trust me."
"I know," she murmured, smiling sweetly at me.
And then we kissed. I moved my face close to her and gave her the softest kiss that I was capable of.
And she answered my kiss with her own passion and held me there in the water.
I realized then that I had been wrong about Kim, that she was more sensitive than I had ever thought her to be.
In my arms, in the water, she seemed like the most sensitive girl in the world at that moment.
When our kiss was over, she grinned at me happily and she made a suggestion.
"Let's get out of the water and lie in the sun," she said.k
"Okay," I agreed. I would have agreed to anything to be near her. .
I kept thinking that Kim was my first girl. Nancy had been a woman and had been my trainer. Kim was a girl just like me and I had the chance now to work out everything that I had learned from Nancy on Kim's sexy body.
We moved out of the pool and lay on the concrete at poolside.
The sun felt good on our wet bodies, and Kim looked good as she lay down on the warm concrete on her back.
Her tits seemed to shimmer in the sun.
I lay down next to her and touched her soft, wet blonde hair with my fingers.
Then we kissed again, and this kiss was passionate and long and tongue-twisting. This was the kind of kiss that lovers exchanged. As I kissed her, I put my hand on her tits and massaged them. She moaned in my ear just as I had moaned to Nancy on that first afternoon.
Although Kim had had one other girl before, her cousin, I could not help but think of her as a lesbian virgin on this afternoon. Her cousin did not really count, I thought. That experience was a part of her life as a youngster, but now Kim was a young woman, a young lesbian. Now she was ready for the big-time and I was going to give her the lesbian loving of her life.
I moved my hands over her tits and kissed her face and tasted the water from the pool there. Then I moved my lips down and licked her big breasts and kissed them and tasted the water that clung to her there under the sun.
I kept thinking of my resolve to give this girl the best loving that I could possibly give her.
And I tried to remember just how Nancy had worked with me and thrilled me that first afternoon of my lesbian life.
I would thrill Kim in just the same way, I determined.
But I knew that I could not take the time that Nancy had taken with me. I knew that I was too excited at this, my first real seduction.
I sucked one of Kim's firm, pink nipples into my mouth and started to work on it.
The girl trembled and shook under me and she sighed.
"Never like this, Terri," she whimpered. "Not with my cousin, not with anyone. Never like this before in my life. Oh, God, Terri, you are so good."
And I knew just how she felt. It had not been that long ago that I had been thinking that I had never experienced anything like this before.
Now she was the girl who was experiencing new things and I was the trained lesbian who was giving her that experience.
I felt powerful and adult and mature and full of pride as I sucked on her nipple and felt it harden under my lips with real, girlish passion. Never like this, I kept thinking. She had never had anything like this before, and I wondered if she would ever have anything like this again.
A sexy girl like Kim, I thought, could get all the girls she wanted-if she wanted more girls when I was finished with her.
I sucked on her nipple passionately and I ran my fingers over her body.
I kept them fluttering, just as Nancy had often done with me.
And it was not long before my fluttering fingers found her aching, juicy twat.
I shoved a finger into her hole and held her while she gasped and jerked under me.
And I continued to suck on her nipple with my mouth.
I fingered her juicy twat and I was surprised that it felt very small. I could barely get one finger into it, it seemed. But it was small and perfect and filled with pussy cream for me.
I was proud that I was causing such a lesbian feeling in this girl.
I worked my finger in and out of her pussy and then I could not wait any longer. I had to find out what this girl tasted like down there. I had only tasted one other female and I knew that Nancy was sweet and yummy. And I wondered if all girls were sweet and yummy like that. I suspected that they were. But I had to know for certain.
So I took my mouth off Kim's nipple and ran my head down her body, smoothly and quickly.
Then I decided that I could wait for a little longer. I decided that when I looked at Kim's fresh, young, wet feet.
Her toes were long, like little cocks, I found myself thinking, although cocks in themselves had never turned me on.
I wanted to suck on those sweet, long toes, those girlish toes. And I moved down to her feet quickly before she could think about what I was going to do.
When I moved down her body so quickly, Kim did look up, and I could tell when I glanced at her expression that she was wondering what I was going to do. Her legs were stretched wide and she had obviously expected me to suck on her pussy. I grinned at her and then moved down to the bottom of her body as she lay there on the heated concrete. I felt the sun add the same heat to my own, wet body. I felt chilled and hot at the same time and I recognized the feeling. I knew that I was getting turned on, just as I had been so turned on with Nancy so many times there in her white bedroom.
But this was different and better, I thought.
This was a new girl and I was the seducer, and we were also doing it outside, in the sunlight. I felt proud of my lesbianism at that moment and I liked the idea that the sun was looking down on us as we made love and spreading its warmth over our bodies. I liked the idea that we were outside, and I knew that I wanted to make love to a girl sometime out in the middle of the woods, surrounded by nature. This back-yard pool was all right for a starter, but I wanted to be in even more natural surroundings someday with my fresh, young, natural, lesbian love.
I moved my face over her feet and I lay there and sucked on her toes. I started with the big toe of the left foot and slowly moved my way over to her other foot. I sucked the water from those fresh, long toes and I felt powerful when I did that. I felt very natural to be sucking on her toes like that, sucking and being sweet with her. And her toes tasted good, like little sticks of candy in my mouth.
Kim giggled when I did that and then she started to feel the passion of my mouth and she stopped giggling.
She moaned and moved and I saw her move her own fingers down to her cunt.
I knew that her cousin had probably never done this to her, had probably never filled her with such a delicious, candy-like emotion. I knew that I was doing it better than any girl had ever done it to Kim, or any boy too. And I felt my lesbian, girlish pride growing with each second and each moan that the blonde made as she fingered her own sweet, candied pussy.
If her toes tasted like candy, I thought, then her pussy must be the greatest candy of all.
I wanted to make my journey up to her pussy quickly, but I stalled my own emotions and my own needs. I determined that I would not leave her toes until I had sucked each and every one of them.
And then, finally, I was finished with the toes and I was ready to move up and taste that ultimate candy sweetness of a girl. She smiled at me when she saw me coming up and up.
I tried to take my time but the emotions, the girlish needs in my head were too strong. I licked the legs of the girl and the thighs, but I did not want to make the girl wait too long. I did not want to make myself wait that long.
I wanted to get up there and lick out that cunt.
It was as simple as that, I thought, simple and sweet in the afternoon sun.
Kim moaned and tossed there on the concrete as I worked up to her. I could tell that she was already wallowing in the lust that I had given her and I wanted to see her wallow more, wallow until she came with all of the lesbian lust that a cute, little girl like Kim had in her body.
And I moved my face to that blonde-haired patch between her legs and smelled the aroma of wet and excited cunt. It was an aroma much like Nancy's, I thought. It was an aroma that always reminded me of the sea.
And it seemed right that I should think of the sea.
We had just gotten out of the pool and we were lying there beside the water.
In my mind, Kim and I became sea creatures, watery lovers, and I let my fantasy ramble in my head until I thought that Kim and I were floating together there on the sea, floating and loving each other as I put my face to her snatch and licked her pink, quivering pussy lips.
I tasted the sea in Kim, tasted her candied, sea sweetness as it poured out of her cunt and over her pink lips. She floated and tossed on the sea of lesbian lust as I did that. And then I spread her pink lips with my fingers and moved my tongue into her as I lay there between her legs and I felt her rock like a stormy sea as I started to tongue out her cunt.
I was lying with my tits and my stomach on the hot concrete at poolside, but I imagined myself on the sea, floating and tossing like a sailor that was lost but happy to be in his natural element.
I drove my tongue into her pussy and tasted all of the sea that flowed inside Kim.
She jerked under me and moaned. I held her down just as Nancy had held me down with her fluttering touches so many times before on that wide bed. And the sun beat down on us as Kim put her hands on her own tits and squeezed them and moaned to me with a voice that was filled with girlish lust.
"Never like this before, Terri. You are so good. You are great. Lick my cunt, Terri. Never like this before."
And I knew that I was filling up her emptiness just as my own emptiness had been filled for the first time when I had first made love to Nancy, and I felt like some disciple who was spreading a gospel and making a new convert to a fantastic, soul-filling religion.
I tongue out her pussy, driving deep into her honey-pot and working my tongue around in there with a slow, relishing motion. And then I pulled my tongue out. I could tell by the heat that Kim was generating, by the emotion that she was showing that she was climbing that mountain of orgasm quickly and I wanted to suck her when she came down from the lesbian peak.
I struck her throbbing clit with my tongue again and again, and, just as I had often done, she gasped and jerked there in the sunlight as I hit her with such a sexy blow. She spoke to me in murmurs that were quick and filled with lesbian lust.
"God-That feels great-Do it, Kim-Whatever you want to do-Never like this before-Never like this."
And then I knew that she was ready for the final stage in lesbian lust, the one that would take her off that peak and back down into a gentle, rolling sea when her orgasm was completed. I knew that she would feel fulfilled when I was finished with her, fulfilled as she had never been fulfilled before. She sighed as I took her clitoris into my lips and started to suck on it and it seemed to me that that sweet clit was the center of her candied body, her candied, sea-loving soul.
As I sucked on her clit, she tossed back and forth on the sea of lust.
And I held her down so that she would not toss out of my mouth. But I kept my fingers moving. Nancy had shown me that with her own sessions with me. I knew that that fluttering of fingers, the way that a woman's fingers can move over another woman, could give the girl who was coming an even better come. And I wanted Kim to have the best orgasm of all. I wanted her to be the kind of girl that I could return to and satisfy again with my mouth and my tongue. I thought that I could even teach this sexy blonde how to satisfy me, and that would bring us so close. We were already close. V We had already fucked the same man, and we had been left empty by that same handsome young fellow. Now I was going to fill her and make her even closer to me.
I sucked and sucked and sucked on that clit as I kept my fingers moving, touching her stomach and her breasts and her lovely, fresh, watery flesh. I ran my finger into her navel and she jerked with even more delight there at the edge of the pool.
And then Kim came. She came with all the desire in her body that she could muster, all the desire and tempest that I could give her with my lips and my sucking. She came and tossed and cried out as she felt that fulfilling, lesbian orgasm rush through her.
"Oh, God, Terri," she cried, "never like this!"
And I knew that I had made a very close friend, a friend for all the time that I wanted her around me. I kept sucking on her clit and felt powerful, victorious. When she started to ease, I sucked more lightly on the candied flesh of her clitoris. Then she sighed and let go of all her orgasm and lay on that peaceful sea and rested.
I moved off her clit and came up her body quickly and held her and kissed her. She held me too, running her fingers down my back and giving me a thrill there. She rested for a moment in my arms and then she looked at me and smiled.
"And what can I do for you?" she asked. "What can I do to repay you?"
Those questions made my heart leap with joy.
She wanted to repay me for the orgasm that
I had given her.
She was really getting into this experience, this new kind of love, and she wanted to taste more of it.
That was the moment that I knew that I had found someone very sweet and dear to me.
And I thought that I would never be able to find anyone who would be that sweet and dear again.
Of course, at that time, I was still young and very conscious of my social class. I had not experienced the things that my sister gave to me. That would come later and-
But I am getting ahead of myself again. I just seem to want to rush to the end of my story too quickly. I need to learn to pace myself with story-telling, as I learned to pace myself with lesbian love-making.
I read somewhere that detail means everything when you are telling a story. I guess that I should give more details now.
I guess I will detail for you what Kim did for me that afternoon.
We lay next to each other and held each other there at poolside and she asked me what I could do for her and I could not really think of anything at that moment. No, wait. That is not right. I could think of a lot of things that she could do for me, but I did not know which things she would want to do, which things she would feel most comfortable doing. I kept in mind that this was her first real experience with mature and sexy lesbianism, and I did not know just how much that sexy, big-titted blonde was capable of.
But I was soon to find out that she was capable of anything.
When I did not say anything right away, when I just looked at her, she decided to take, the control of the situation into her own hands. She pushed me back on the warm concrete and moved her fingers down my body as I spread my legs.
And she slipped her fingers into my juicy crack as I lay there and looked up at the lovely, blue sky. I moaned when she entered me, when she moved around in my twat. I remembered that she had had some experience and I thought that she probably played this little game with her cousin years before, when she had been too young to really know how to do much else.
As her fingers fluttered in my cunt, her mouth moved over my neck and gave me chills there as she kissed me and held me
And I spoke to her softly, to give her reassurance that she was pleasing me.
"You are very good, Kim," I whispered to her. "You make me feel very good."
"You are so sexy, Terri. I am glad we found each other in this way."
"I am glad that we found each other too," I mumbled and then I lost myself in the feeling that her fingers were giving to my pussy. Two of them were in me, working back and forth and moving softly in me. She was doing a great job at this, I thought.
"My cousin and I used to call this playing sticky-finger," she informed me with a soft voice.
And I laughed a little. It seemed to be the perfect name for such a game, and I wondered why I had not played such a game with any of my little friends years before. Probably, I had known girls who wanted to play with me that way, and I had just not realized it. I felt a little sorry for myself when I thought of all the good times that I had missed out on, but I felt happy when I remembered that I had still found out about lesbianism, about girl-loving, when I was a teen-ager. At least, I had not felt that emptiness until I was thirty or so, as Nancy had had to do.
Nancy.
I felt a little bad when I thought of that blonde woman who had shown me all of this.
Nancy obviously cared for me a great deal, but I reminded myself that I was a teen-ager and that I was too young to really settle down with any woman, even Nancy. And I thought of myself again as a disciple of some new and great religion. I knew that it was not new, but it was still new to me, new enough so that I felt the need to let all of my sexy girlfriends know about how good two girls could make each other feel, how fulfilling this kind of lust could be.
And I wallowed in the feeling that Kim was. giving me at that moment with her fingers.
The feeling grew as I felt her lips move down onto my nipple. My tits heaved as I took a deep breath. My tits were as big as hers and I thought that we made a good pair, like the light and the dark side of some crazy, twin-like lust that we shared for each other. I liked her big tits and her blonde hair and her pink, soft mouth that was now on my nipple, sucking me as she continued to finger out my snatch.
I felt the sea in me begin to toss, and I floated on that sea with girlish pride and lust and emotion.
This was the kind of sea that I wanted to drown in, that I never wanted to leave, I thought.
It was the kind of sea that only came when another girl was with me.
I floated and tossed and felt the spasms of sexual heat build in me as I looked at the blue, open sky. That blueness of the sky became for me the blueness of the sea.
And I was drowning so peacefully in that peaceful emotion that I sighed with all of my lust and told the blonde again just how much she was pleasing me.
"Oh, that is so fucking good, Kim. So fucking good."
And I touched her damp, blonde hair with my fingers, touched her and let her know just how much I appreciated what she was doing for me.
Then I heard a manly voice speak from somewhere very close to us.
"Dykes," the man said. "I should have known it. Dykes."
And I jerked and Kim jerked off me and pulled her fingers out of me and we both looked at the dark-haired, young man who stood there looking down on us.
That was the most frightening moment of my life, for I thought that he would surely tell the whole town what he had seen us doing. I knew that Ralph hated both of us because we had made him feel like less of a man.
And now Ralph had something on us that he could use to work out his hatred.
Now he had seen us together and he knew the dreaded secret that Kim and I shared.
Kim trembled with fear and I held her close and I muttered the words to him.
"Ralph," I said, "we will do anything that you want us to do. Just don't tell."
And the young man grinned with the devil in his eyes and pulled off his T-shirt and slipped out of his shoes.
And, as he stripped, I knew just what he did want us to do. I knew what a boy like Ralph would always want girls to do for him.