Chapter 3
The girl in bed with Lila was as ebony black as Lila was alabaster white. Lila was staring at the contrast their linked arms were providing as though it fascinated her.
"What cha' looking at, honey?" the black girl Diane, asked.
"You're so black and I'm so white!" Lila said, moving closer to Diane. She threw her leg over the other girl's jutting ass, liking the way the plumpness of Diane's rounded butt fit neatly between her thighs.
"Ummm," Lila said, snuggling closer to Diane's neck, "that feels good!"
Diane turned around then so that they were lying breasts to breasts, cunt to cunt. They began rocking back and forth then, searching out each other's mouths for extra closeness.
Lila felt Diane's tongue moving around in her own mouth and a thrill raced from the back of her head down to her cunt. Her movements against the other girl became more frantic.
Diane was caressing her back now with one hand, while bringing the other hand around to squeeze her nearest tits.
"Nice tits," she told Lila. "Real nice, honey!"
Lila liked the way Diane spoke. She had never been that close to a black girl before and she was glad for the opportunity she had right now to experience the difference.
Actually, she hadn't found that much difference! There was a musky odor about Diane that excited Lila and her cunt lips were purple colored, but the differences were slight.
"You want me to eat your white pussy?" Diane was murmuring in Lila's ear. It wasn't a question really, but Diane liked talking like that when she was in bed with a chick and Lila liked hearing it.
"Yes," Lila answered. "I would love you to eat my white pussy!" And she buried her mouth on one of Diane's tits for emphasis.
Diane brought her hand away from Lila's tit now and pulled Lila's head closer to her breast. She had nice full tits and very sensitive nipples. Getting them sucked gave her almost as much enjoyment as getting her pussy royally eaten out.
"The other one," she urged, jerking the nipple out of Lila's groping mouth and dragging her head to the other tit. Lila's head moved easily from one tit to the other. She felt like a small child again suckling away on her mother's tits, and though her memory gave her no accurate picture of this, she had heard her mother brag about breast-feeding her enough to know it was true.
"God! You could never get enough!" her mother loved to say. "You sucked on my tits so much, you almost pulled them off!"
Lila's mother never talked that way when her father was around, but whenever they were discussing "women's things", her mother yapped away about it.
Lila moved her head down on Diane's body, heading towards her stomach. She left a trail of spittle on the black girl's body, but Diane found this cooling compared to the intense temperature of her skin.
She wanted Lila's cunt in her mouth too, but she had decided to let this little white chickie take a few licks on her clit before swinging around to her favorite 69 position.
Lila was down there now, her head between Diane's legs, her nose brushing against the cunt hairs that seemed kinky to Lila.
Diane sighed and reached down with both her hands to fondle Lila's head.
"Oh, baby!" Diane said in that soft accent of hers, "you sure do eat cunt good!"
Lila responded to this praise by increasing the pressure of her tongue on Diane's clit. She noticed that Diane's clit was larger than most girls. She could suck and mouth it, almost like a baby cock!
Just as she was getting carried away however, Diane swung her body around neatly so that she could chomp onto Lila's lick-box at the same time. Now both their tongues were digging into each other's orifices, and running lightly up and down the entire length of each other's slit.
Lila felt as though she was suffocating in Diane's cunt. Every fiber of her being seemed to be assailed by cunt, juices and hairs and she didn't mind at all. If anything, she tried to get even more involved though that was highly improbable.
As for Diane, she was glad she didn't have any racial hangups like a lot of her friends. Diane didn't care what color a person was. As long as they turned her on, they turned her on and she was happy to discover so many people turned her on.
Especially Lila. She had danced with her only last night and had made sure that she had gotten her address and phone number. Lila had protested that she was living with someone who was working at the moment and that she couldn't get involved, but Diane had overrode that as a poor excuse.
Now, locked in each other's cunts and arms, Diane was congratulating herself on her perceptions of Lila's true situation. Not that Lila was lying when she said she was living with someone. That much was true. Diane even knew who Lila was living with. But it was obvious to her that Lila was a horny chick and if one pushed their point hard enough, one would find themselves in bed with her.
If there was anything in the world Diane enjoyed, it was feeling a tongue giving her head. Ever since she could remember she and her sisters had sucked each other off and Diane had remembered those times as being the happiest in her childhood. Now that she was a young adult she wasn't about to switch to something different. If anything, her enjoyment of getting eaten out had increased.
Her body was writhing now, her native rhythm matching that of Lila's tongue so that they were doing a kind of dance together. Diane longed to cry out her joy over the pleasure she was receiving, but she was too busy licking away at Lila's clit to comment.
She squeezed Lila's body closer to her, feeling the way Lila's tits were mashed into her thighs and liking that feeling very much.
Now Lila was doing something to Diane that she couldn't resist. She could feel her tongue licking away at the crack of her ass and knew it would only be a short time before she felt its warm wetness caressing the opening to her ass.
Now! Diane began to shudder up and down the full length of her fine frame. She was going to come and she didn't want too. Not yet! Oh no! she said silently to herself. Make it last a little bit longer! But then the convulsions that threatened earlier to overtake her, triumphed and Diane was reduced to a quivering mass of flesh that had been excited beyond all endurance.
As for Lila, the minute she felt the convulsing pulsations of Diane's body, her own climax was induced. Now that Diane had come, Lila felt no obligation to keep her mouth glued to Diane's cunt and cried out:
"Holy Shit! I'm coming! Yes! Wow! Right there!"
The two of them continued to lie upside down in each other's arms for awhile, each filled with' the enormity of what they had done. Lila more so than Diane, as Lila was going with someone and Diane was just passing some very pleasant time.
"You going to the Cat?" Diane asked lazily. She had straightened herself up in the bed and was now lying with her head on the pillow, cradling the contented Lila in her arms.
Lila nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Are you?"
"I wasn't," Diane admitted. "But why the fuck not!"
She sprang out of bed with all the grace of a lioness and raced towards the bathroom. In fifteen minutes both of them were ready to split for the Cat.
"Honey," Diane told her as they strolled towards the Cat, "you sure are sweet in bed, but if you were my gal, I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw you!"
Lila smiled. She felt a little guilty over what she had shared with Diane, but not all that much. She was young. She wanted to sleep with a lot of people. She didn't want to blow her youth on some outdated principle called faithfulness.
"You know that gal you're living with can get damned hot, if she loses her temper," Diane continued. She looked at Lila and Lila shrugged. She wouldn't even bother mentioning the fact that only that morning she had slept with Carol. And as far as she was concerned she might end the night with someone other than her lover.
As they entered the Cat, the first thing Lila saw was Chris. She glanced at Diane to see if Diane had noticed her also, but if Diane had, she gave no indication.
"Catch you later, honey," Diane sang out, heading towards the bar and leaving Lila standing on the edge of the dance floor staring at Chris and Carol.
"Excuse me," Chris said to Carol in a tight voice. "But my chick's just come in and I've got something to straighten out."
Carol stood stock still. She felt a hole where her heart used to be but she didn't know what to do about it. She couldn't believe that the girl Chris had been referring to all evening was the very same person she herself had been waiting to see.
Not only that, but Lila had entered the bar with someone else. Granted they may have met only outside, but there was something about Lila that made Carol doubt this very much. She felt like crying and running off the floor, but she tried to compose herself. The only thing left to do was to rejoin Ellen at their table and never take her eyes off either Chris or Lila.
"What's the matter?" Ellen asked as Carol sat back down. "You look as though you've just seen a ghost."
Carol smiled thinly. She had seen a ghost all right. The ghost of herself!
"Where's this chick you're supposed to see?" Ellen babbled on. "Isn't she coming? If not, you can always spend the night at my place."
Carol looked quickly at Ellen to see if she was trying to make a joke, but it was hard to tell.
"Chris tells me you two used to be lovers," Carol said evenly. "Until she caught you fucking around with some model."
Ellen laughed brightly. "Oh! She behaved like such an ass over that silly little indiscretion! Honestly! Whoever would have believed that Chris had such a temper!"
"Maybe it was a silly little indiscretion to you," Carol said tartly. "But obviously you meant more to her than she did to you."
"Well it looks as though she cares about someone else now," Ellen mused carelessly, watching as Chris gestured down at Lila. Carol followed Ellen's gaze. Suddenly she was filled with the hope that they would break up, then she would move in. There certainly was a world of difference in the way Lila appeared this evening as compared to the belle of the ball role she had enjoyed only last night.
"Isn't it awfully late for you to be up?" Carol asked. She wanted to be rid of this spy she felt her mother had sent.
"If you knew what was good for you," Ellen said nastily, "you wouldn't be so smart with your mouth."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Carol demanded. "Look," she continued, "I know you and my mother have something cooking up your sleeves, but don't expect any co-operation from me!"
And Carol left their table and went to the ladies room. A line had formed and this gave Carol an opportunity to check out the other women under light more revealing than that which the bar provided.
She was surprised to see more people there Ellen's age than her own. This saddened and depressed her. On top of discovering what a fuckabout Lila was, Carol didn't think she could take much more of this shit!
Just then the door opened. Carol turned around automatically and found herself staring right into Lila's face.
"Hi, Lila," she said, searching the other girl's face for some sign of feeling about what had transpired between them earlier that same day.
"Hi!" Lila said. "What's happening? I see you met Chris!"
Her attitude was so light about the whole thing, Carol doubted it was as serious as she was perceiving it to be. She longed to throw her arms around Lila and take her out of this place, but she felt trapped in her own impotence.
"Do you think it's possible that I might get a chance to dance with you later?" Carol asked. She held her breath, trembling in fear that Lila might laugh right in her face. A few women were silent, as though listening and this made Carol feel more self-conscious than ever.
"Why not?" Lila asked. "Say," she added, "I really have to go. Would you mind letting me in front of you?"
"No!" Carol said, backing out of the way and letting Lila in front. Shit! She would have let her piss all over her for crying out loud!
Now she was faced with Lila's back. Even though they weren't pressed tit to shoulder blade, Carol could smell her familiar perfume and it sent a wave of longing winging through her body.
Slowly her hands came up from her side and she reached out to embrace Lila.
"That'll be enough of that!" an angry looking bulldyke snapped. It was her job to make sure no hanky panky went on in the toilets and this struck Carol as the height of hypocrisy in a bar that existed for future coupling!
The girl's room was hot and Carol almost gave up on waiting in line. It was pure torture for her to stand so close to Lila and not be able to hold her.
Then Lila had taken her turn. Holding the door open for Carol, she said brightly: "Catch you later!" and then she was gone.
Carol hurried up with her toilet and practically raced to the other room. Now Chris and Ellen were engaged in conversation. Carol looked around the room and saw Lila standing by the bar. She went over to her.
"What's the story?" she asked. "Are you with Chris tonight or what?"
"I'm always with Chris," Lila said a little coldly. "Except when she's not around."
"Yeah, I know," Carol said ruefully. "What I mean is that I had hoped what happened between the two of us was as important to you as it was to me."
Lila turned towards the bartender then.
"Gin & Tonic," she instructed. "Tall!"
She waited for her drink to come and Carol felt she was taking this opportunity to avoid confronting her.
"Okay," she said. "I've got it. See you around."
As she neared her table she could hear Chris saying to Ellen, "You'd better watch your ass when you walk out of this bar, sweetheart!"
A thrill raced through Carol. Chris was tough as shit! No wonder Lila acted afraid to talk around her. Maybe Chris was keeping Lila against her will. She would love to talk to Lila about it, but Lila was making it impossible.
"Look, lowlife," Ellen sneered, "you lay a hand on me and the cops will wipe the sidewalk with your body!"
"Hey, hey!" Carol said, hoping that if she intervened they would tone it down. People at the next table were beginning to stare.
"Stay out of this," Chris said, not with anger, but as a matter of fact. Carol shrugged and got her bag.
"Bye," she said, leaving before either of them could say a word. On her way out the door, Diane blocked her path.
"Lonely, honey?" she cooed. "I know you can't leave with Chris, so what's wrong with me?"
This was getting interesting to Carol. Diane had entered with Lila and Carol would love to learn as much as she could about what the two of them had been doing.
"I've got to get out of this place," Carol said. She waited for Diane's reaction.
"Fine with me," Diane said. She walked out the Cat with Carol and Carol vowed never to go in that place again.
"Where do you want to go?" she asked Diane when they were on the sidewalk.
Diane shrugged. "By the way, my name is Diane," she said. "I'm free. I'll go anywhere interesting."
Suddenly Carol longed to jump in her car and go for a drive.
"I've got a car," she said. "Let's go someplace away from the city."
Where exactly, Carol had no idea, but she felt as though driving might remove the mood she was in.
"Far out!" Diane said. The chick must have money. Not too many girls that Diane knew in the city had cars.
It was several blocks to Carol's garage and she didn't bother adding that she lived in the high-rise above it. They had to wait a few minutes for her car to come up, and this gave the two girls a chance to look at one another.
Carol wondered if those well-formed lips that Diane possessed had just left the mouth or cunt of the girl she felt she was in love with. If so, she too wanted to moosh her own mouth around on them and swap spit with the owner.
Carol waited until they were roaring up the West Side highway before saying anything though. Her spirits had lifted already and as she saw the lights of the George Washington bridge ahead of her, she felt like driving to Virginia.
Her little Mercedes coupe hummed along as though happy to be out of the garage and free on the highway once again.
Carol began talking to Diane. Diane was a lot quieter in the car than she had been in the bar. The fact that Carol might have money awed her as it always did. She had a desire to please Carol, so she answered her questions freely.
"Yeah," she said, not knowing the true meaning behind Carol's questions, "that Lila is a fuckabout!"
"Oh?" Carol asked carefully.
Shit! she thought to herself. She tried to hate Lila, but it was still difficult.
"Yeah," Diane was saying as they crossed the bridge and took off down the Jersey Turnpike, "We just got through making it ourselves!"
Carol almost ran off the road. Then she decided fuck it. "I slept with her this morning myself," she said.
"No Shit!" Diane said and Carol was quick to note that it didn't mean a pile of beans to Diane. So why should it mean so much to me, she wondered?
Lila was pretty, granted, but so were a lot of other girls. Carol didn't know the exact reason but she supposed it had something to do with the star-like quality Lila had projected the night before when she had seen her alone.
"What's the story on Chris?" Carol asked.
Diane launched into Chris's role with Lila. "Chris likes to take care of people and when she first met Lila, she reminded her of herself many years ago. I don't know. Who can explain what attracts one person to the other?"
It made more sense to Carol now why Lila would be with Chris, but what Carol wanted to do was show Lila that she, Carol, could take better care of Lila than Chris ever could.
Diane pulled out several joints then and they rode along silently, grooving on the lights and the motion of the car as it cruised along.
Several minutes later and Carol was beginning to feel as though Diane was the nicest person in the world. She took her right hand off the wheel and reached over for Diane's hand. Giving it a squeeze, she thought to herself how smooth the skin was, as though it had never done any hard work. Much like her own hands.
Diane began talking then. Her voice rose ever so slightly over the music and Carol felt as though her voice was meant to go with music. She knew that it might have been conditioning that made her automatically assume that every black person loved to sing, but she couldn't help feeling that way, anyhow!
As it turned out, Diane did love to sing and was singing in a group right now. "We're not as good as The Supremes," she said modestly. "And I'm not Diane Ross, but we try and we get a big kick out of it."
"Don't you want to be as good as The Supremes?" Carol asked, "or are you just trying not to brag?"
"Sure, I guess you could say I have my ambitions," Diane said. And she lapsed into silence.
She had her ambitions all right! The reason she had split from her house had everything to do with her ambitions. Everyone in her house had wanted her to become a nurse. They thought she was off the wall for wanting to be a singer.
If they knew she was gay to boot, she would be thrown out of her house on her ass. Though she had spent her entire childhood eating out her little sisters, all of them were now married!
Carol noticed the number of motels they were passing and she suddenly had a yearning to stop in one. She didn't think Diane would voice any objections, so without saying anything she pulled into the next one.
"I'll be right back," she said, parking the car in front of the office and going inside for a room. She doubted if Diane had enough money on her to split a room and she wanted to do this on her own.
"That was fast," Diane observed as Carol popped back into the car.
Carol said nothing but parked the car in front of the section that matched her room key. Taking a bottle of scotch out of her glove compartment, she waved gaily at Diane.
"Get your ass in gear!" she shouted.
Diane smiled broadly and got out of the car. Inside the room, Carol flopped down on the big bed and bounced up and down several times.
"Come on!" she invited Diane. "It's fun!"
But Diane disappeared into the bathroom. She returned shortly with two glasses and a pitcher of water.
"Break out the scotch, honey," she drawled. "We might as well make a night of it!"
Carol sloshed the scotch into the two glasses and raised hers in a toast to Diane.
"Lips that touched Lila's, will now touch mine!" and she took such a huge gulp of the strong liquor that she began sputtering and choking.
Diane had the brains to sip hers more slowly, but then, she wasn't as hysterical as Carol and she knew it.
Carol turned on the television. Her favorite program, "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman", was on. The fact that cocaine had been found in Louise Lasser's purse endeared the actress to Carol in a way no amount of acting could have.
"That's the stupidest program I ever did see," Diane snorted, but she flopped on her stomach also, next to Carol, and watched as the two faggots fought over whether or not they should announce to the world their true situation.
"Shit!" Diane said. "I can see the day when that would happen!"
"Stop your hooting," Carol said. And she told Diane about Ellen being her mother's friend and how she must know which way Carol was bent.
The scotch was making both girls giddy now and lazy in their approach to each other.
"Take off your clothes, bitch," Carol instructed Diane. She felt reckless and crazy towards Diane. And happy too.
"Don't go calling me no bitch!" Diane protested, but Carol could see where she didn't really mind.
Diane stood then and underwent an elaborate strip tease act for her new friend. Carol gaped through her blurring vision at the way Diane's tits jutted out as straight in the front as her high nigger's ass shot out in the back.
Not willing to be outdone by Diane's assets, Carol lurched to her feet and began pulling off her clothes.
"Here," Diane offered. "Let me help."
The long dress that Carol had worn to her mother's dinner party was stained with spilled drinks and the hem was soiled from walking on the sidewalk, but Carol didn't care. At three bucks a shot it would be cheaper to throw it away than get it cleaned.
Diane gazed admiringly at Carol's body. "You sure do have a nice body," she murmured and she reached out with her right hand to fondle and tweak Carol's tits.
Carol leaned forward, letting her breasts brush against Diane's lips. She could feel Diane's hot breath searing into the sensitive flesh and it sent a shiver of delight racing through her body.
Diane started sucking on her tits then, and Carol grabbed onto her woolly head for support. Though Diane's hair felt like a bunch of brillo pads to Carol, she liked the way the other girl's Afro felt.
Her hands began pulling on Diane's hair, feeling its wiry strands cut slightly into the skin on her fingers.
"Your hair feels funny," she burped, but she kept playing with it all the same, moving Diane's head back and forth as easily as Diane's tongue licked and sucked on her tits.
Diane was used to comments from white girls about her hair. At first she had been offended, but when she realized they were only marveling over the difference, she no longer resented it.
She reached up with one hand and pulled a few wisps of Carol's own baby fine blonde hair.
"Your hair feels funny too," her muffled voice said.
Carol fell on Diane then, pushing her backwards on the bed. Their cunts were rubbing against each other, so Diane began bouncing Carol up and down. For the first time since last night, Carol wasn't thinking about Lila. She was glad that Diane had approached her as she was leaving the Cat, otherwise her entire evening would have been a complete waste.
She jerked her tits out of Diane's mouth then and bent her head lower in order to suck on Diane's full breasts. Diane thrust her chest up in the air and seized Carol's head harshly in her hands.
"That's it, okay chick," she said. "Suck mama's tits!"
Shit! Carol thought. She wished she had had a big black mama when she was growing up instead of that cold bitch who called herself Mother. Just thinking about her mother made Carol freeze for a second, so she put her out of her mind and concentrated on sucking Diane's tits. She wished Diane had milk in them. That would be a gas, nursing at twenty-three years of age! She squeezed Diane's tit that didn't have her mouth on it and grooved on the way it kept popping back into place.
"Go down on me, sweetie," Diane urged.
Her voice had changed, lowered itself by several octaves so that its huskiness aroused Carol to new heights of passion.
She squirmed down on the large bed so that her head was now between Diane's two black thighs.
Plunging her tongue out of her mouth like a muted weapon, Carol began sucking on the black box of her new companion.