Chapter 2
"Greetings, pal." The words floated from the bathroom as Lena walked into her apartment around five-thirty. She was conscious of fluttering in her stomach, of clammy hands, all the usual signs that she was nervous and worried. If only she could learn not to fly off the handle. Invariably she was sick with regret afterwards, ashamed of her quick tongue, of her lack of poise. Dana had insisted upon driving her home after first delivering Corinne at their Hollywood Boulevard apartment a few blocks away. He had seemed friendly enough, in a cool, remote kind of way. There had been no further bickering, no edged sarcasm. But not a word had he said about their customary Sunday evening dinner together. Nor had he kissed her, or sven touched her hand before she left him. Come to think about it, Dana hadn't even gotten out to open the car door for her.
Now she didn't know where she stood.
In the bathroom, Joan Townsend, her roommate, was luxuriating in a steaming tub. She raised a pretty, slender foot in greeting as Lena appeared in the doorway. "My hypochondriac patient suddenly discovered she was down to her last million," Joan explained gleefully. "Therefore she could no longer afford the services of a nurse. Therefore I'm a free woman for the next month."
"You'll never last it out, darling." Lena smiled at her best friend, a small, exotic-looking girl with sleek black hair which she wore in a tiny chignon at the back. Joan wasn't exactly pretty, but her eyes, with that faint slant, were fascinating, and she looked little more than half her age. She was thirty-five and didn't care who knew it.
Joan got out of the tub, and Lena handed her a fluffy, oversized pink bath towel. "By the way," Joan asked suddenly, "what gives with the VIP this evening? No dinner date?"
As always, when she spoke of Dana Hall, there was the faintest tinge of ridicule in Joan's voice.
"No dinner date," Lena said briefly, and went into the bedroom to put on a housecoat. Crazily, she was still hoping against hope that Dana would call her when he got home. When the phone rang her spirits skyrocketed. Maybe this was he. She sat on the bed before she picked up the phone. A little ashamed of her eager excitement, she said a cool, "Hello."
Immediately her spirits did a nosedive when she heard her mother's voice. Molly just wanted to know if Lena was all right. Mother and daughter spoke for several minutes, with Lena gradually feeling a bit better.
When Lena hung up, Joan entered the room, still walking around with the pink towel draped around her. She sat on the bed next to her roommate.
"So, have any interesting conversations lately?"
"Don't get cute," Lena laughed. "That was my mother."
"Can't you have an interesting conversation with your mother?" the brunette teased. Then her expression became serious. "You look a bit tense, honey. Why don't you go take a warm bath?"
"Now you sound like my mother...but it's not a bad idea." Lena stood up and stretched. She did feel tense, and it would be a relief to get out of her clothes and be surrounded by soothing water. "Well, you've sold me."
"It's the best thing," Joan agreed. "Call me if you want me to wash your back."
"Keep your ears open then," Lena said, grinning. "You know my weakness."
After her roommate left the room, Lena went into the bathroom and gratefully removed her clothes. As the tub was filling up, she glanced at herself in the full-length mirror behind the door. "Why do I ever have man-trouble," she sighed. "I'm not so bad-looking."
That was quite an understatement. Her silky, silvery-blond hair hung down past her young, pretty face to thin, smooth shoulders. Bulging out from her freckled chest were two perfectly formed creamy breasts, each one featuring a wide red nipple. Gazing down her slim torso, Lena's eyes saw her shapely, slender legs and the thick triangle of blond pubic hair between slim, white thighs. Turning slightly, she could see the firm, creamy mounds of her ass. No, she certainly wasn't bad-looking...not bad-looking at all.
Sighing again, the beautiful young girl gingerly stepped into the warm water, then gradually eased the rest of her curvaceous body into its soothing, warm texture. She cooed with delight as she immediately felt much more relaxed and in better spirits.
"I wonder if Joan was kidding about washing my back," Lena mused. "I've always said that's what I really like, but I've never asked her before. Also, I'm not one to sit here naked in the presence of another woman." Yet the more she thought about it, the more she yearned for such a relaxing treatment. Oh, what the heck! If she doesn't want to, fine, but I'll ask her.
Thus resolved, the blonde called out to her roommate. A few moments later Joan entered the bathroom, still clad in the pink towel. Lena brought her knees up and bent over because she found she was a bit hesitant to brazenly expose her body.
"I've decided to take you up on your offer," Lena said.
"Smart girl," the brunette laughed. "I give the best back-scrubs in town."
"I didn't know you get around so much," the young girl teased.
Joan spread the bath mat and kneeled down on it, next to the tub. Lena turned her face away, ready for the relaxing touch of soapy hands on her back. Even if her roommate wasn't much of an expert, Lena knew she would enjoy it.
On her part, Joan hoped the blonde would want to enjoy more than a back-scrub. The sight of the nude girl partially submerged in the steaming water made Joan quiver with barely suppressed excitement.
"Just relax and let Joan take control," she crooned.
The older woman noticed how her hands trembled as she soaped them up. Ever since they'd lived together, Joan had admired the young, healthy beauty of the luscious blonde. Though she knew Lena was relatively innocent, she'd always hoped that one day.. .
"Well, I'm waiting!" Lena called good-naturedly.
"Sorry, honey. I just got lost in thought."
Joan reached out and placed her soapy hands on the girl's warm, slippery back. With slow circular motions she began to massage the smooth, glistening flesh from Lena's neck down to her shapely lower back. Just below the water's surface, Joan could discern the dark crack between the blonde's two firm ass cheeks.
"How's this, darling?" Joan murmured.
After Lena had sighed her satisfaction, the older woman increased her efforts and returned to her musing. Joan no longer had any anxiety about the experience of female love. She would never consider herself a lesbian-as often as possible, she thoroughly enjoyed having a man thrust something hard and throbbing between her legs. However, the few times she'd made love with another woman had been times filled with ecstatic pleasure. And when she'd gotten to know Lena, the older woman realized they could work quite well together in bed...or in a bathtub.
"Oh, Joan, this feels great," Lena sighed.
Encouraged by the girl's remark, Joan increased the range of her roaming hands. Now she moved them down Lena's sides, occasionally pausing to linger at the edges of the blonde's large, creamy globes. She saw a flush spread over the girl's neck and up to her pretty face. Joan couldn't tell if it was caused by the warmth of the water...or if Lena was getting excited.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this, Lena," the brunette whispered.
The young blonde was enjoying it, but she began to worry about what way she was enjoying this soapy massage. She felt a stirring throughout her body that seemed to have its source in the tingling in her loins. The more Joan's hands slid over her wet skin, the warmer she felt.
What's happening to me? Lena wondered inwardly. If I didn't know better...I'd swear I was getting sexually aroused! This shouldn't be happening...after all, I'm not a lesbian...am I?"
As though offering an answer, she felt her breasts swelling as Joan's hands rubbed their firm sides. They rose up out of the water, led by her large, stiffening nipples.
Soon her rosy buds were fully erect and aching, a sure sign of female desire.
She had to lean back to relieve the pressure of her legs bunched up against her swollen mounds. Almost moaning with joy at the discovery, Joan saw how full and flushed the young girl's delightful boobs had become. Her own breathing became labored as she gazed at the lovely pair of stiff jugs.
"I keep splashing water on my towel," the older woman murmured. "Maybe I should take it off."
Lena nodded her agreement. Now they would both be naked! The idea both thrilled and worried the blonde. She saw the towel being tossed aside, and the tingling feeling mounted between her submerged thighs.
This might not be right, the girl said to herself. But I couldn't say no...because Joan would wonder what's wrong with me. It would be terribly embarrassing if she knew...I was getting hot!
Finding out Lena was aroused would be the most wonderful piece of knowledge the older woman could have. Joan's vaginal juices ebbed and flowed at an increasing rate as she kneeled naked next to the glistening girl. Her own full knockers swelled and ached agonizingly. She wanted to press them against Lena's back and kiss the girl's smooth neck-yet she had to proceed carefully. A sudden move might break the erotic spell she'd created.
"How do you feel...Lena?" Joan asked huskily.
"I...I feel good," the blonde retorted, her breath catching for some reason.
Encouraged by the girl's continued acceptance of her ministrations, Joan gradually moved her hands around the young blonde's sides until her soapy fingers were slowly stroking Lena's swollen melons. Lena couldn't stop a sigh of surprised pleasure from escaping her lips as her roommate's warm, slippery hands closed over her up-raised jugs. She leaned farther back, offering her aching boobs to the lewd massage.
"You seem to like this," Joan breathed. "Mind if I keep doing it?"
"No," the girl replied hoarsely. "I do like it, so please do more."
Joan nearly groaned with pleasure at the blonde's tone and ready acceptance. She knew now that the soapy massage was having its desired effect. In response, her loins tensed with obvious need and droplets of warm juice dribbled down her slender thighs.
"Lena, darling," the older woman crooned, "you're so beautiful. I love having my hands roaming all over your body." And with that, the brunette began to kiss and nibble the girl's thin shoulders.
"I...I l-like it, too," Lena stammered. "That's it, honey. Soap up my big titties!"
With this announcement giving the older woman free rein to promote her lesbian designs, Joan took each slippery boob in a soapy hand and sensuously massaged it, her fingers repeatedly flicking and tweaking Lena's large, stiff nipples. The flushed blonde mewled with delight as tiny jolts of pleasure shot through her nervous system. She leaned against her friend's ample chest, arching her back until her up-raised jugs pointed at the ceiling.
"Mmmmm...I love your boobs, Lena," Joan moaned. "I want to put them in my mouth and suck on them!"
"Ooooh...yes, darling!" Lena cried, her healthy body shuddering with mounting desire. "Wash off the soap...I'll turn around...then put my knockers in your mouth and lick them!"
Because of the frantic throbbing in her loins, Lena tossed all her inhibitions out the window. She didn't care if she was a lesbian or not-all she cared about was enjoying these wild new sensations before they drove her insane with passion.
Without hesitation, she shifted around in the tub, then to her delighted surprise her nude roommate descended into the water, facing her. Joan rinsed the soap off the blonde's out-thrust globes, then leaned forward and began to rim one aching nipple with her tongue in slow, agonizing circular motions.
"Oh God...Joan...that feels so good!" Lena exclaimed. "You can't believe how horny you're making me!"
"I can believe it, honey," the brunette replied.
Lena knew the truth of that as she saw Joan's flushed, contorted face hovering over her swollen jugs. She reached out and began to rub the older woman's breasts, the sharp buds digging into her palms. The strangely erotic sensation of touching another woman's tits sent the young blond skyward to a new level of arousal.
"Joan...honey...what can we do next?" Lena moaned in a shrill voice. "I'm so horny that I can't stand it! Tell me what to do...please!"
A mischievous grin spread across the voluptuous brunette's face. "First, darling, let's get closer." Right away, the girls slid together, their long, slender legs entwined. "Now you lick and suck my tits, Lena, while...I stick my finger inside your pussy!"
Lena nearly fainted at the suggestion. Another woman was going to put her finger in her twat! She'd never heard of anything so depraved before...and she had never wanted anything so badly before as to have Joan masturbating her. With a groan of pleasure, Lena nodded her head in agreement, her eyes glazed with naked desire.
The lusty blonde leaned forward and took one of her roommate's erect buds between her lips. She tasted the sweet tit-flesh as her tongue bathed it with saliva. She was carried away by the new experience and slurping sounds echoed off the bathroom walls and ceiling as her sucking grew more vigorous.
"That's the way, Lena!" the older woman wailed. "Eat up my boobs!"
Lena was about to splutter a reply when her mind reeled with a fresh wave of intense need. She felt Joan's finger slowly making inroads between her twat lips, then it easily slid upward into her burning sex canal. Lena writhed in ecstasy as more of the digit was fed into her grasping vagina.
"Ohhhhh, Joan...ohhhh, that feels wonderful," she moaned. "Stick it all the way in!"
Her delighted roommate quickly complied. Lena's moans became louder and more hoarse as her hot pussy was filled by the brunette's probing finger. Wanting to give Joan the same joy, Lena reached down and slid three fingers deep into the older woman's warm cunt.
"Eeeeeee! Oh Lena...Aaaaah!" the brunette whined. Her squirming body caused waves of water to splash over the side of the tub. "Yeah...finger mmmeeeee!"
Soon the two girls were involved in a steady rhythm of mutual masturbation. Their hips moved back and forth as they humped each other's fingers. Their mouths were very busy, licking and sucking on aching nipples. It wasn't long before they desperately wanted to advance to the ultimate feminine satisfaction.
"Lena...oh sweetheart...let's lick one another's pussy!" Joan breathed huskily.
"Yes, I want to...but I don't know how!" the frisky blonde cried. "Please...show me!"
"Hurry, honey!" the brunette begged. "Let's get out of the tub...and do sixty-nine!"
Lena didn't quite know what that was but the throbbing need of her beautiful body told her to find out right away. Both women stepped out of the bathtub on shuddering legs and Lena allowed her experienced roommate to show her what to do. Following Joan's instructions, the young girl stretched out on her back on the bath mat. Joan spread herself out on top of the blonde's voluptuous form so that their steaming slits were poised at each other's mouth.
"This is how we do it, honey," the older woman panted. "Now stick your tongue in me!"
"Yes, oh yes!" Lena screamed. "And eat me, too!"
Without further ado, the two frantic girls fell to their erotic feast. Lena screamed with lust-maddened passion as she felt her roommate's warm, moist tongue pushing between her twat lips and snaking up into her burning hole. She followed this example, shoving her tongue deep into the pink, musk-scented orifice that hovered above her contorted face. Only seconds later, the two girls were mashing their excited bodies together, their aching nipples digging into quivering thighs, as their drooling mouths were filled with the succulent flesh of aroused pussy.
"Joan! Oh baby!" Lena suddenly shrieked. "This is too wild...I'm going to.. . "
"Me, too, sweetmeat!" the brunette squealed. "Can't hold back...I...Aaaaiiieeeee!! ! "
As her roommate's body exploded in climax, Lena felt her own orgasm roaring through her. Both women lost control of their bodies as wave after wave of red-misted orgasm shattered their senses. The only point of reference was the rapid thrusting of their tongues as they frantically thrashed together on the floor.
Some time went by before the convulsions subsided. After Joan rolled off her spent friend, Lena moaned and smiled with contentment.
"I feel much more relaxed now," she murmured, and Joan grinned in full agreement.