Chapter 10

Eve touched Vivian's full, slightly pendulous breasts in wonder, then she fell down on them and began to feast. They were big, much bigger than her own, globe-like as the older woman lay back, supine. They did not flatten out in this position as many women's breasts did, but protruded boldly and swelled with succulence and longing.

Eve rolled her tongue over the nipples, taking in their slight roughness. She felt them grow diamond-hard in her mouth and drew harder on their engorged points.

Her hand trailed down the belly and kneaded the pulse that was throbbing there, pressing into it with vigor and eagerness. Finally, her fingers thrust themselves into the bushy triangle and separated the coral portals.

Vivian's legs opened like scissors and spread out across the bed. Eve was a rough lover but a good one. Her heavy touch and panting enthusiasm were accompanied by a perpetual fluttery groan, as though she herself were being caressed, instead of doing the caressing.

Now, her face trailed away from the breasts and down the twisting body in a lingual caress. She did not dab or diddle or tongue gently and perceptively-she simply licked, like a cat washing its kittens. Finesse was lost in intensity, newness, and emotional capitulation. She loved Vivian, she knew she did, and technique vanished in the desire to devour.

Yesterday had been torture for her. Vivian had had no classes, and for the first time in her life, Eve did not enjoy being at work. Something was missing; it did not seem important to be up there on the platform, nude and stared at by dozens of people. She could only think of one person, and that person wasn't there.

A new feeling for Eve, to care about somebody else. What she was about to do to Vivian now would also be new. Instinct guided her frantic mouth and tongue. This had been done to her, many times. Surely ... surely she would know how to do it to another woman, do it so that Vivian would enjoy it?

Surely....

Fear of failure passed over her for a split second, and then was gone.

She fell between the opened legs and grasped the thighs, locking them with her elbows, as her own had been locked in many other pairs of elbows. She looked down into the curly dark mass and stared at the enlarged, turgid lips-open and inviting. She could see the moisture running off of them.

Her mouth lowered.

At first the hair was a shock. Neither pleasant nor repulsive; simply a shock. There seemed so much, much more than there had been when she merely looked at Vivian standing naked across the room. For a moment she had the sensation that she was buried in it, she, a little girl, crouching in the grass. Yet the grass was sweet and sugary, and the earth was warm.

She was conscious of folds. There were so many folds that she had never realized were there. It was much more than the divided oval she had seen when examining herself in a mirror, as all young girls do at one time or another. How strange ... this was a mirror image of her own body, and yet it seemed different all the while it was the same. She was knowing herself through difference tempered with obvious similarity.

The hard bud that her tongue now found was not a hard bud at all, but a little nun, swathed in folds and more folds. She probed for it. It was tiny when she finally uncovered it.

Vivian's hips rose off the bed and stiffened; her thighs bulged with suddenly clamped muscles.

"Yes, right there. That's it."

Eve's tongue swabbed up and down the rainy valley, tasting salt that wasn't briny and sugar that wasn't sweet. She found the opening at the bottom of the valley and thrust her tongue into it, forcing her face into the crotch until her lungs grew tight and she had to draw away to breathe. If only she could stay there!

The taste of the opening was different-pungent, biting, even a little vinegary. It was a strange taste; neither good nor bad but merely expected. A womanly taste that seemed to encompass the caprice of the whole sex: honied yet tangy; bitter yet cloying; bold yet elusive.

The body under Eve became a demon of movement, swiveling hips and kicking legs. The room filled with shrieks of fulfillment. The body almost escaped her as it heaved to and fro on the bed but she held fast to the locked legs and followed the gyrating pelvis with her mouth, holding it hostage.

"Oh, I'm coming! Eve ... oh, God! I'm getting it!"

When it was over, Eve rose up and fell heavily on Vivian, her wet mouth burying itself into the woman's throat. They lay like that until Eve's own body demanded satisfaction. The giving had excited the getting. She knelt over Vivian's face and lowered her pelvis over her mouth, straining forward and clutching the bedstead. She pushed against the mouth, her woman's parts a sea that threatened to cut off the breathing of the pleasure-giver.

Vivian's fingers dug into the two openings of her body that were so close together she could feel the digital invasions meet inside of her. The intensity of the collision was unbearable. She made a sound; a low, grating screech, each time thumb and forefinger were pressed together within her body. That, with the feverish tongue on her woman's lips, rendered her hips into a curvaceous dervish that would not stop its violent writhings.

Balanced on her hands and knees, Eve flung herself violently to and fro, her mouth twisted into a grimace of delight. At last the furor started and swept her into a whirlpool of sex, sex and more sex; a paradise of sex that was at the same time a hell, because she knew that it would have to stop.

Two days later, as the drawing class ended, Eve rushed over to Vivian and whispered to her.

"Let's have lunch together. I don't want to eat alone."

Vivian looked at the pleading greenish-gray eyes. "Fine," she answered, not knowing what else to say or do.

Again, the trapped feeling came over her. Trapped. As much as she hated to empathize with the male sex, she began to understand how a man feels when a girl is chasing him, bound and determined to catch the prey for keeps.

And like a man, she immediately thought of the warm and responsive body that was the reward for the entrapment. She put her charcoals away, folded her tablet and left the room with the younger woman. Eve went to the model's dressing room while Vivian put her things away in the locker. Well, she thought, I have to eat lunch. I always eat in the school cafeteria-why not with Eve?

Why do people have to eat together simply because they have sex together!

The cafeteria was a cacophony of steady sound and a splash of garish color from the various posters and announcements that lined the walls. It was a little quieter in the "staff section where Eve was entitled to eat. A number of people, mostly males, glanced at the younger woman as they carried their trays to their table, as if to say: "That's her."

A group of boys all looked up in unison, their mouths open and their eyes hungry and reticent at the same time.

Vivian saw that Eve glared at them with the old aristocratic, you're-dirt-under-my-feet look. Seeing the aloofness, Vivian felt more relaxed. "Friend of yours?"

"They're the crew that was standing on top of the frat house with the binoculars, looking into the art department. They got hauled up before the Dean."

They sat down and began to eat. Halfway through the meal, Vivian saw a flash of white pass by the table. She looked up. Her eyes widened and her hand rose slowly to her throat.

The woman who stared back at her was Louise.