Chapter 7
Even when I unlocked the back door to the bank and held it open for Nina and Linda to enter, I still thought that the whole idea was silly. I liked the fact that my sister was going to spend some time pleasing me and Nina and repaying us for what we had done for her, but I did not see any reason to come here to the bank to do it.
But I went along with it because Nina and
Linda seemed to think that it would be a lot of fun.
And, that night, I would have gone anywhere to feel my sister's mouth on my pussy.
We moved into the main lobby of the bank, where most of the business of the day was conducted. The place was dark but some light shined in through the windows. It was a little after two in the morning, and we would have the place all to ourselves until dawn.
There was no guard at the bank. Victory is a small town and my father saw no reason to hire a guard for the night.
Most of the money was in the vault at that time anyway, he reasoned.
And that vault had a time-lock on it. It could not be opened until seven in the morning.
So we stood there in the lobby of the bank and knew that we would not be disturbed for the rest of the night.
I have to admit that I was a little tired. I had been fucking and sucking for hours. Linda, however, who had driven half-way across the country was giddy with excitement and Nina, of course, never got tired. She had that lower-class stamina and I had always admired that.
Linda stood there in the bank and looked around and then took a deep breath.
"Just smell all that wealth, all that stinking wealth," she said.
And Nina took a deep breath too. Then she spoke to Linda.
"Yeah," she snarled, "I smell it. It smells like something is dead in here."
"Right," Linda said with a grin, "Like something is dead. The spirit of the masses is dead in this bank and you can smell that death all over the place."
I took a deep breath. I did not smell anything. I kept silent.
Linda started to unbutton her shirt and she gave us a sexy order.
"Let's get naked, girls," she said. "Let's make love and get some life into this fucking place."
, And Nina giggled and started to take off her clothes too.
I stripped silently, a little worried about myself.
It seemed to me that Nina and Linda were speaking a language that I did not understand, that they sensed things in life that I could not even comprehend. Perhaps it was that rich-bitch attitude in me, I thought. Perhaps that was the reason that I was not as good as Nina and Linda were.
I had thought that rich bitchiness had left me for good when I told Nina that I loved her.
But, perhaps, I had been wrong, very wrong.
Even though I loved Nina and loved Linda, my sister, too, as I stripped I looked at them and thought that they would make the best loving couple. I thought that I was an intruder on their privacy there in the bank. I felt lost and alone there as I took off my clothes.
And I certainly did not feel very sexy at that moment.
So I looked at Linda and came up with a way to stall my own lust, to keep my sister from knowing that I did not fit in here with her and Nina.
"Why don't you start with her, Linda?" I said. "I would like to watch the two of you together."
And Linda grinned at Nina and nodded her head to me Then she moved to and the firm, lower-class girl that I loved with all of my heart.
Linda and Nina moved together and my sister put her arms around the firm, lower-class girl.
Nina put her arms around Linda too, and held her closely.
Then they kissed. I stood there naked and watched them kiss with passion. I could see the tongues move back and forth and I could see the girls tense their bodies as the passion of their kiss built between them.
It was different this time, I thought. It was not like the last time that I had seen them kiss.
That time, I had been part of the whole experience. I had been with them.
But, now, even though I was standing there in the room with them, in the lobby of that bank. Even though I was naked as they were naked, I did not feel like I was a part of this.
In my mind, I was sinking in the background, becoming one with the staid gray furniture of that bank lobby.
And they were the ones who still had the life in them, the life that was growing in each of them as they kissed and held each other.
When the kiss was over, Linda put her head on Nina's shoulder and the room was filled with girlish, lesbian sighs.
From where I stood, I thought I could even smell the aroma of wet pussy in the room and I knew that it was not my own pussy.
If I really did smell something, I thought, I was smelling the quaking pussies of the two girls who held each other that way and cared for each other because they were so much alike.
And I was not like them at all, I thought, not like them at all.
I sat down on a little table and watched the two of them. I was quiet.
I would let them forget me if they wanted to, I determined.
I would let them forget that I was even in the lobby of the bank, even in the universe.
And I sensed that they did forget me as they moved together down on the floor.
The floor was made of shining marble and I knew that it was probably cool and sweet to them as they lay on it.
And I was like that floor, cool and shining. But I was not really sweet, I thought. I still had that rich bitch attitude deep in my heart and that was keeping me from sharing in this experience with my sister and my lover.
I wondered if I would ever really know what they knew at that moment.
And I doubted that I would know. I doubted that I would ever be that much of a radical,-that much of a real person. I had had too much when I was growing up and it had affected me in ways that her childhood had not affected my sister. I had had too much and I had learned to expect too much from life.
And now I felt very lonely as I watched them there on that cool, shining marble floor.
Nina was lying on her back on that floor and Linda was lying on top of her. They were kissing again, with cool, wet kisses that smacked and sounded sweet to my ears. As
Linda lay on Nina's firm body, she started to move, started to hunch that girl that I cared so much for. Nina sighed and lifted her legs. She put her legs around my thin and sexy sister. She held them tight around Linda and she moved with my sister, hunching that girl as she was being hunched.
And then I knew that I smelled it, the faint and sexy aroma of wet pussy. I could hear the slapping sound of wet cunt against wet cunt. I could hear that and the sighs and I knew that, to them, I no longer existed.
The two girls were making love in the bank because they sensed the special flavor of their lust in that place.
And I sensed nothing. I just watched them with my eyes dead and staring.
They were heaving their pussies together with vigor now, and they were sighing to each other.
They were telling each other how much they each appreciated what was happening there on the cool floor of that bank, that sanctuary of money.
"Linda, that feels so good. That feels like heaven."
"We are giving life to this bank, more life than it ever had before."
"Yes, Linda. We are giving the bank some life."
"Oh, your pussy is so fucking wet, Nina, so fucking wet."
"Your cunt is sweet. It feels good on mine."
And then I watched as Linda moved down Nina's body.
The lower-class girl released her hold on my sister and let Linda slide down her body, floating and sliding on the sweat that covered both of them, the girlish sweat of lesbian lust and lesbian action. I watched as my sister put her bright red lips on one of Nina's tits and kissed that firm working-class flesh. Then she moved her mouth down just a little further and moved those lips around one of the girl's nipples.
And Nina heaved and sighed when Linda started to suck on that nipple.
She put her hand on Linda's hair and felt the soft, darkness of that hair as she felt the soft redness of Linda's mouth on her wild and excited nipple.
And I took another deep breath. I still did not smell the stinking death of money in the room. I just smelled the aroma of girl lust and wet cunt.
And that was something like the smell of death to me at that moment.
It was a death to all my ambitions about being a real person. It was death to all of my dreams about making love to working-class girls.
I knew that I would never be ready for all of Nina's rough and wild and passionate friends.
Linda could visit them with Nina, I thought. She was ready for them, had been ready for them for the longest time.
But I would always be a rich, little bitch at heart. I felt the tears come to my dark eyes when I realized that.
Linda moved further down Nina's body and I watched with a sense of lost fascination as she licked her way down that working-class girl's body. She licked and kissed Nina's flesh and she ran her tongue into Nina's navel. She was using many of the same techniques that I had learned from Nancy, I thought.
And that made me feel a little better. At least, I thought, when Linda made love to Nina from now on, the working-class girl would get the same kind of loving from my sister that she had once gotten from me.
You see, I had already given Nina up, had surrendered her to my sister. I knew that Linda knew better than I did how to please a girl like that. I knew that Nina and Linda could be very happy together. They had the same sense of smell, they had the same anger at wealth. They had everything that two girls needed to make each other content in their radical thoughts.
I did not have any of those things. I was still a rich, little bitch at heart.
But I still watched them together, watched them as if I were watching some kind of dirty movie. Soon, in my head, they were no longer my former lover and my older sister. The two girls there were nameless to me, and it seemed to me that I had never seen either of them before. I certainly did not share anything with them, not anything like that radical spirit that they shared with each other.
I sighed and knew that I would have to content myself with Kim and Nancy and girls of my own class.
And I also knew that those females would never give me the fire or the lust that Nina had given to me, and I knew that Linda had that good stuff from Nina now in her.
My sister was lowering her face over Nina's pussy.
My former lover's legs were stretched wide and she sighed to my sister with an anguish of lesbian need in her throat.
"Oh, lick out my cunt, Linda. Make me come with your soft, red mouth."
And I knew that Linda could do just that. I knew that Linda would give Nina one of the best orgasms of the working-class girl's sexy life.
My sister had that power in her, and I did not.
I thought for a minute of standing up and quickly putting on my clothes and leaving them there to share their lust for each other by themselves, but I did not move. I was frozen there, frozen by the sight of the two girls working together that way. I knew that my sister intended to each out my pussy when she was finished with Nina, to give me an orgasm too.
But I would not Linda do that, I determined.
I did not deserve to have an orgasm with them here in this bacank. I was just a rich, little bitch and I could not smell the death there. I did not deserve to share in their lust for each other.
And that lust was certainly great, I thought as I watched them. I did not think that I had ever seen two girls who were so much in tune with each other, so much involved with each other's passions. Linda was working her tongue deeply into Nina's snatch and the big, beautiful, working-class girl was sighing and tossing there on the cool floor of the bank.
They had so much in common, I thought, so much that I would never understand.
And Nina was moaning to Linda and letting her know that she too felt that community that the two girls shared.
"God, Linda," she said, "you feel like a girl from the other side of town. You lick out my pussy so well. I did not think that you girls on the hill could do it like that."
She did not mean to make it an accusation directed at me, and she did not even remember that I was in the room.
But I knew that she was being pleased by my sister in a way that she had never been pleased by me.
My sister was like a working-class lesbian and she had more fire in her than I could ever have.
I sighed and knew that I had finally lost it all, all of my dreams about being a real person and my lover and my sister too. I had lost everything in that bank.
And Nina was coming with groans and she jabbed her pussy against my sister's pretty face.
And I thought that it was only right that she should come like that with Linda, tossing and turning and feeling what a lower-class, working-class, sexy, firm-bodied girl should feel in her lesbian lovemaking. She was feeling something that I had never given to her. She was feeling real and honest, working-class passion.
And my sister, my older and much better sister, was giving her that passion.
Nina came with a girlish squeal of lust that echoed through the empty bank.
"Oh, Linda, that is so fucking good. I am coming!"
And then the lustful peace of their love and my watching of their love was shattered by a male voice that growled from outside the bank.
"There's somebody in there, Sheriff! I heard somebody yell!"
Linda and Nina and I froze there in the bank lobby and looked out the front window.
We could see the shadows moving against that window. There were at least three of those men out there.
And one of them was the sheriff of Victory, Missouri.
And other one was yelling at the sheriff in a hoarse voice.
"I heard a girl scream in there, sheriff! I heard a girl squealed in there!"
"Maybe they got somebody held hostage in there."
"Maybe. What will we do? What will we do if they are armed?"
"We got guns too, stupid. Pull your guns, boys."
And then one of the men yelled into the bank.
"Come on out of there with your hands held high! We got you covered!"
But none of us moved. I looked at my sister, who was lying on the floor with her head only an inch or so above Nina's pussy, the pussy that had just had that orgasm.
"Fucking lawmen," Nina hissed. "Fucking protectors of wealth and property. They are always beating down the masses."
"Right," Nina whispered in agreement.
"Break the door open, Merle," the man outside said.
And then there was the breaking of glass in the front door and the movement of men toward that door. The door popped open in just a few seconds and then men moved into the nearly dark bank and looked at our shadows there in the lobby. I knew that in that light and from that distance the men could not tell that we were naked girls. They just knew that we were forms and I knew that they had their guns drawn.
I wondered what we would do. I wondered how we would explain all of this to the . lawmen at the door.
And I looked at Linda. Somewhere deep inside me I sensed that she was in charge of all of this. After all, she had been the one who had brought us all here to the bank. She had been the one who had given us this idea in the first place.
And then happens so quickly that everything seemed like a blur in my eyes.
Linda did assume control of the situation and what she did was heroic but senseless, as most heroism is.
She jumped up and ran toward the men who stood by the door with their guns drawn.
"Fucking lawmen!" she screamed.
And then the shots started blazing in the almost empty lobby. I jumped off the table where I had been sitting and I landed on the floor next to Nina just in time to see my sister fall back. She stumbled back across the lobby and then she seemed to slip. She fell backwards just a few feet from us.
And the men were still firing their guns.
I tried to stop Nina. I tried to hold her down, but she fought me and jumped up and followed Linda's example. She charged the men too, charged them naked and screaming just as Linda had screamed. I could not hear exactly what Nina said because of the gunfire, but I figured that she cried, "Fucking lawmen!" just as Linda had done.
And she stumbled back and fell onto Linda's body and lay there, lay very still and very dead with my sister.
Then, finally, the gunfire stopped and some man yelled at another one.
"For god's sake, turn on the light! I don't think that they were criminals-"
And then the bank lobby was covered with light and I saw my sister and my former lover lying together in that light. I saw the blood oozing out of both of them, and I was happy that they were together like that. They deserved to be together like that, I thought. They both looked very peaceful, as if they had fought the last battle and had won it in some strange, radical way.
I lay there on the floor and looked up at the men who were staring down at me. I was naked too, but I was still alive, as a rich, little bitch should be doomed to stay alive, I thought at that moment.
But then I took a deep breath and, finally, I smelled it.
I smelled the death of the spirit in that room.
And, when I smelled it, I started to laugh. I turned over and looked up at the ceiling in the bank lobby and laughed and laughed and laughed.
And I knew that I had become a radical about five seconds too late, that I was really like my sister and like Nina now.
But, because I was late in smelling the death there, I had not gotten that sense of peace and victory that the other two naked girls on the floor shared at that moment.
I had wanted that sense of peace and victory, but I had missed it that night.
I laughed because I was afraid too cry, and I listened to the men speak to each other and to me.
"It's Terri. Her father owns this bank."
"I wonder what they were doing in here, three naked girls."
"My god, man, we killed a couple of naked, unarmed girls."
"Get the coroner and get the prosecuting attorney too."
"Terri, what were you all doing in here?"
"Terri, why did they charge us like that?"
"Terri."
"Terri."
"Terri."
But I did not answer the worried lawmen. I did not tell them anything.
I knew that they would never understand about the smell of death and the feel of lesbian love and the way that radicals think about banks and money and pussies that were wet with desire.
And I was too busy laughing to tell them anything.
I just lay on the floor and laughed and laughed and laughed.
I smelled the death in the air and knew that I was real radical then.
But I had come to it about a five seconds too late. Too late. Too late.
"Terri, what were you girls doing in here? Why are you naked, Terri."
"Terri."
"Terri."
"Terri?" Too late. Too late. Too late.
I laughed there in that bank and smelled the death of the spirit all around me.