Chapter 7
Though Reva had become a sexual creature, learning, discovering, and enjoying the different ways to sexually perform, she was still a long way away from being the promiscuous woman she imagined herself to be. Granted, she enjoyed sex, but she was quite careful, without consciously realizing it, about the men she chose. Yes, she chose them, even though they were the ones to seemingly make the initial move. She hadn't been aware that she had been flashing come-on signs to Armand right from the start. No man in his right mind would have been able to mistake what her eyes were saying. Nor would any heterosexual man in his right mind be able to refuse the invitation she was offering, unspoken though it might be.
The reason most of her other male customers didn't try making a play for her was the cool, almost frigidly reserved attitude she adopted when with them, letting them know she was there strictly to offer carpeting, and nothing else. Prior to her experience with Len, she had always been gracious and smiling, and as a result had unwittingly invited advances she'd had to refuse. But now things were different. Her attitude was directly connected to the way she felt about a male customer. When in the heat of sexual battle, she said four-letter words, but otherwise never allowed them to pass her lips.
A week went by, and once a day she had managed to get her share of some cock or other, although the men she selected were all pretty straight, and for the most part were either loving husbands, or very intelligent bachelors who had no hang-ups. Len was far too busy working to bother her.
It was Friday evening, and she had already collected her leads for the following day. The only one in the store was Lil, and since it was six, Lil was closing.
"What's on tonight's agenda?" Lil asked.
"Nothing much," Reva replied, squirming a little because she had not found a suitable man that particular day and her body still craved sexual satisfaction. Still, she wasn't the type to go to bars.
"How about having supper with me?" Lil asked.
Lil was taller than Reva, and she was thinner, almost, not quite to the point of being scrawny. She had nice enough breasts, but they weren't anywhere near as full as Reva's. Her waist was just as narrow, but her hips were slim, almost to the point of being boyish. She had long, brown hair that fell halfway to her waist, and her large eyes created an appearance of innocence, though innocence was something she had lost more than a year before. Her nose was short and fairly straight, and she had a pert little mouth. She wore jeans and a blouse most of the time, and now she was putting on a heavy wool-lined jacket as she prepared to leave through the rear.
"Aren't you eating with Len?" Reva asked.
"He's away on business, at least until later on," Lil shrugged. "You know how he-likes to go out in the field and make sales."
It was true. Len had a fixation about proving he was his own best sales person, though secretly he had to admit Reva was able to sell rings around him and the rest of his sales force.
"I don't know.. . . " Reva shrugged.
"Hey, come on, Reva," Lil insisted. "I mean, I'd like to think that since you've been working here, and since I've been going with Len, you and I have become friends."
"Well, I suppose we are friends," Reva nodded.
"So then, let's go and have supper together, and afterward, we can go to my apartment and dish the dirt a while."
"Why not!" Reva shrugged, well aware she had nothing better to do.
So the two ladies went out, found a good Italian restaurant, and filled themselves up with Veal Scaloppini and Spaghetti Marinara. Afterward, they went to Lil's apartment in the neighboring village, and they relaxed while Lil stacked a bunch of LP records on her Hi Fi record player. She produced a bottle of wine, and asked Reva to pour while she disappeared into her bedroom. When she reappeared a few moments later, she was wearing a bathrobe over her under things. She felt glad to be out of the jeans and blouse.
Reva, wearing a simple green-and-white dress, was seated on Lil's sofa holding a glass of wine while there was another full glass on the table. Lil took it and sat beside Reva on the sofa. She sat very close to Reva, so that their thighs were touching.
"I hate it when Len's away making sales," Lil said, sipping her wine. "I feel lonely."
"I know what you mean about feeling lonely," Reva nodded.
"You?" Lil asked. "You're not committed to any one man. You can have any man your heart desires."
"Not for any length of time," Reva shrugged.
"Ah, you mean you want a man of your own, one to whom you can remain faithful," Lil smiled.
"Of course," Reva nodded. "Aren't you faithful to Len?"
"I suppose," Lil nodded. "But then, Len has always been able to see beyond the physical, which is why he and I are engaged. But you, you have all the physical qualities men want in a woman, and I'll admit quite frankly to a little bit of jealousy toward you. I mean, you have such nice breasts, not too large, not too small, and those hips of yours, well, honey, when you walk and swivel them, every man around has his eyes on you."
"Oh come on now," Reva shrugged, realizing she was a bit shaken by Lil's words of praise. She was also a little unsure of how to accept the compliment.
She decided it had to be the little bit of wine Lil had sipped. Some people got drunk just smelling the stuff. She sat back and took a good long look at Lill, studying her, not as a friend or even as a person, but as a female, as a sex object, and she decided in spite of Lil's feelings of supposed inadequacy, Lil had everything to attract most men.
Reva wondered what Lil looked like totally naked. Her head was swimming, basically because she was not one with a strong resistance to alcohol, and the drunkenness she had attributed to Lil was, to a mild extent overtaking her. Without realizing it, she was thinking about what it might be like to be a man and caress Lil's body. Hell! The girl might not be as voluptuous as herself, but she had enough equipment to make any man want her. She wondered about the length and thickness of Lil's nipples, curious how they looked in their sensate state.
She was a bit shocked as she suddenly realized what she was thinking, and she smiled embarrassingly as Lil caught her gaze. This made her sip a little more wine, and as a result she became a bit more intoxicated. Lil leaned over her to a cannister sitting on the coffee table in order to extract a cigarette and her small, firm breast, under her robe, pressed firmly against Reva's arm. Reva smelled a heady, musky scent, and realized Lil had put on some cologne, almost as if intent on seducing someone. But who? There were no men around. Lil straightened and searched for a match in her small handbag on the end table, her knee-length robe riding up with the sensuous movement of her hips.
"Yep," Lil went on, lighting her cigarette, drawing on it, then exhaling a great quantity of smoke. "I think a gal like you would have no trouble attracting the right guys, and well-built ones too, if you know what I mean. Well-built in the money department, and well-built in the groin. Remember, don't ever marry a man until you've satisfied yourself as to the size and thickness of his cock."
"Lil!" came a horrified gasp at the girl's use of such a word so casually. Reva would never dream of saying something like that while in a quiescent state.
"Hey, come on, now," Lil laughed. "This is just girl-talk between us adult women," she insisted, smiling at Reva. "Are you going to tell me you've never said dirty words?"
"No," Reva admitted. "It's just that I don't use them so casually."
"Oh come on, a word is just a word, and the best word is the one that easily describes what you're talking about. Men use them all the time. Grow up a little, Reva. You can use them too."
Reva hesitated, more than a little embarrassed, sorry she had brought the whole thing up. Her mind was swimming because of the little bit of wine she had taken, and what Lil was suggesting at this moment seemed like innocent daring, and nothing more. It was a private game shared by the two of them, and no one would be hurt by it.
"Come on," Lil encouraged. "Say a dirty word."
"No!"
"Say cock!"
"This is ridiculous."
"I know, but say it anyway."
"It doesn't mean a thing," Reva shrugged. "After all, that's just another name for a rooster."
"Well then, say it!" Lil insisted, stubbing out her cigarette.
"Cock!" Reva shrugged, and for some reason she felt herself blushing horrendously out of control.
"Say something else," Lil encouraged. "Come on!"
"Screw!" Reva said, realizing she was taking a certain amount of pleasure in the usage of such a word without being heated up or aroused. Lil was right. It was about time to end the taboo on certain words. She felt more than a small surge of pleasure in her vagina, and she actually giggled a little, though it was the wine affecting her more than anything else. "Screw!" she said, louder.
"Screw?" Lil said, disparagement written all over her. "What kind of dirty word is that? Screw? Come on, when a man wants to empty the contents of his balls in your cunt, what does he do to you, Reva? Use the real word."
"F-fuck!" Reva stammered, wondering why she was so embarrassed about using the word in front of Lil when she hadn't been about using it in front of Len.
"Thatta girl!" Lil encouraged. "Now let's make a sentence of some of the words. Come on, you can do it, Reva."
"I don't know," Reva shrugged, feeling a sexual thrill building in her despite the fact that there was no man present.
"Look," Lil said to her. "Len and I have no secrets from one another. I know about what happened between him and you last Saturday. Now tell me, in one sentence, what happened between Len and you, and what did he actually do?"
The sound of Lil's words continued building arousal in Reva. Thrills continued swelling in her loins, and she noticed Lil licking her lips, her pink tongue circling them and leaving them glistening.
"P-please . . . " Reva said, blushing again.
"Where did Len fuck you?" Lil persisted.
"In-in.. . . "
Damn! She wasn't certain she was capable of saying something like that. But then this was ridiculous. It wasn't as if she was actually such an innocent woman. By now she was certain she had known more men, in the biblical sense, than Lil. God! She felt like such a prude in front of the younger girl, and it was obvious Lil was enjoying her embarrassment. Hell! It wasn't as if she was giving away some important secret about her life. If she had used the word with Len, there was no reason why she ought not to be able to use it with Lil. Besides, Lil was a friend, young though she was.
"Come on!" Lil encouraged.
"Len fucked me in my cunt," Reva finally stated.
"Sure," Lil nodded nonchalantly, as if the word meant nothing to her. "Just like he fucks me in my cunt."
She leaned back on the sofa and stretched out her legs, resting her feet on the coffee table, and to Reva's astonished gaze, she began massaging her thighs and her belly with her two hands. She stroked into her genital area, moaning softly, and Reva realized the younger female was as much in heat as she.
"You know, Reva," Lil went on. "Sometimes, when Len isn't around, I go out of my mind with the desire to feel that big, thick juicy hunk of his salami fitting between my cuntlips. Hell! My pussy gets so hot I think the juices coming out of me'll sizzle my panties." She grinned lasciviously at the black-haired woman.
"Sometimes," she whispered as if sharing a conspiracy with Reva, "I walk around without panties, letting the denim of my jeans rub into my crotch and arouse me. When I get home, I take everything off and walk around naked so the cool air can calm the fires building in my pussy."
Under normal circumstances, Reva would have shrugged off the confession. She didn't give a damn whether Lil wore panties or not. But at the moment she was feeling very heady and very aroused, and she took another sip of her drink and said, "Is that a fact?"
She was picturing Lil walking around with no clothes on, but her mind was still unable to capture a picture of what Lil really looked like, naked. The thought of seeing Lil with nothing on built strong arousal in her shuddering body.
"Hell! I get so hot when Len isn't around, if I didn't know how to relieve the ache, I'd go out of my skull," Lil admitted.
"Oh?" Reva asked, unsure what the other girl was talking about
Lil's hand delved under the sofa cushion at the far corner, and she brought out a book of photos. Actually it was a magazine. When she handed it to Reva, the older woman opened the magazine and for a moment she thought she was looking at a male fornicating with a female. But she took a second glance and realized both people in the picture had breasts. She began turning the pages, and to her amazement she saw photos of women in all kinds of different positions, but there were always at least two women on a page, and the two were always fondling one another, sometimes titillating each other's breasts manually, other times licking with their tongues. There were photos of females with their fingers in one another's vaginas, and there were even pictures of women sucking other women's cunts.
"Does this arouse you?" Reva asked, not knowing why, but feeling simmering arousal building in the depths of her own belly.
She turned to look at Lil, who was sprawled on the sofa with her robe open, her legs spread wide apart to reveal the whiteness of her silken panties. Lil was still rubbing herself as she smiled and said, "Come on, now, are you going to tell me that looking at that doesn't get to you?"
"You can't mean it?" Reva insisted weakly, the juices in her own feminine cauldron already starting to bubble.
"I definitely mean it!" Lil told her, nodding. "Hey, look, we're friends, so there's no reason why we can't be open and honest with one another. I'm being frank with you, and there's no reason why you can't be completely honest with me. Don't you feel the urge, at this very moment, to spread your legs for the first thing that comes into fucking range?"
"But these photos.. . they're perverted. The women in here are doing a host of unnatural things."
"All they're doing is enjoying themselves, Reva," Lil insisted. "I mean, they don't have any men around, so what else is there for them to do? I mean, aside from fingering yourself. When Len leaves me all alone, I take off all my clothes and lie on the bed inside and look at girls making it with each other while I play with my own pussy until I get some kind of small satisfaction."
"Oh come on, Lil," Reva sighed.
She ought to have been shocked, but somehow she wasn't. In fact, at the moment she was mixed up, and she realized she ought not to have had anything to drink. Alcohol always made her mind fuzzy. As it was, her vision was fast becoming distorted. It had never occurred to her to play with herself, but she knew her mind wasn't rejecting the thought. It was something new to add to her sexual repertoire. Still, this wasn't the thing to discuss casually with another female, even if the female was a friend. But the alcohol was in her bloodstream, and though it was hardly enough to affect most people, her own head was reeling. The thought of Lil's salacious confessions and the pictures before her were a combination too strong to counteract at the moment. She felt a delightful wickedness churning in her shuddering body, the prickles of arousal stirring in her blood and marrow.
"Unnnng!" Lil gasped, her finger under her crotch-band and massaging her clitoris. "God! Reva! I don't think I can stand this."
She suddenly yanked down her panties in front of Reva, kicking them off to the side, brazenly exposing the entire pink richness of her narrow vaginal slash to the other woman. She looked at Reva through narrowed eyes. Lil always calculated everything well. By now, she was certain Reva was too far gone to resist. Her robe was wide open, revealing her brassiere, a bikini-style job that barely contained her round breasts. What was more, she was brazenly spreading her thighs even wider, giving Reva an even more intimate view of her.
Reva sat there not knowing what to say. A week earlier she would have been angry with Lil. She would have picked up her purse and stalked out of the apartment. Now things were different, though she still had a certain innate modesty that needed overcoming. She had never before witnessed such total wanton abandonment. Oh she had seen other naked females when younger. Her husband, when she had been married to him, had taken her to see girlie shows, and before that, she had been in shower rooms with other girls in high school. There it was necessary for girls to reveal their private parts. But no one had actually flaunted her vagina or her breasts at any of the other girls. Here, now, Lil was behaving in a rather shameless manner, openly admitting her unfulfilled needs and her most decadent practices. It would never have occurred to Reva to use her own hands to alleviate the hungering sensations in her body. Nor had it occurred to her to look at pictures for stimulus. Just looking at a naked man was enough, and when there wasn't a good one handy, her mind managed to conjure up pictures of the naked men she had known and enjoyed. Oh yes, she had enjoyed every one of them. For some reason, she was capable of climaxing at all times before any of them, no matter how quick or how slow they were to come.
"Unh!" Lil gasped. "All I can think of at the moment is feeling lips kissing my cunt."
She spread her thighs even wider and rotated her ass-cheeks on the sofa cushion, her one hand sliding up and down in the rich coral valley between her loins. Her other arm reached out and somehow managed to drape itself over Reva's shoulder as Reva still looked at the book. Though it seemed an act of friendship, the intention was to keep Reva from leaving the sofa.
"Look at the way those girls are going at it," she whispered to the older woman, referring to the magazine. "See what they're doing? They're kissing like lovers, intermingling tongues, fingering one another's cunts . . . aaahhhh. . . . "
Reva wanted to keep her eyes averted from the way Lil was licentiously massaging her clitoris, noting the anxiety in the younger girl. She found herself fascinated and unable to look away unless it was to stare at the photographs, and these were no less arousing. She swallowed hard, suddenly realizing her throat was dry. Once more her eyes drifted back to Lil, drawn to the soft, downy pubic triangle of fleecy brown. God! There was a strange attraction to female pubic hair for some reason she was unable to fathom. What was more, looking at her flesh made Reva ache to cringe and pull away, and yet, at the same time she wanted to become more involved.
"Ahhhhhh. . . that feels so good.. .so good.. . . "the lovely slender girl moaned, her body shuddering and out of control.
Lil was constantly rotating her hips, slamming them against the thigh of the older woman as she rotated her fingers in the lust-dripping furrow of her aching vagina. Her legs were slightly bent to allow her entire hand access as she continued to anxiously massage her vaginal slash. The inner flesh turned from coral to a deeper red, to a rich crimson, and she was panting harder and harder, her belly rising and falling rapidly. She pressed her head against Reva's unmoving shoulder and tightly gritted her teeth.
"Gggghhhhuuunn nngggghhhh!" she gasped through clenched lips.
"Stop it, Lil," Reva insisted. "Please . . . please.. . I would appreciate it if you'd stop this."
'Why?" Lil asked. "I'm only doing something I happen to enjoy very much. I thought we were friends, Reva. We understand one another, and we both understand that when there's nothing else to do, masturbation seems to be the one remaining outlet."
Her wetly glistening vagina was now wide open and clearly seen by the older woman, and the shocked Reva was able to inhale the perfumed natural scent of her. Much as she wanted the younger girl to stop, she suddenly discovered herself to be much too close in spirit as well as in desires to the slender Lil to be anything other than a highly sympathetic and strongly emphatic comrade.
Reva really didn't know what to do. Tears of frustration and indecision clouded her eyelids, and with a certain shock she realized she, too, felt a strong wetness between her own thighs. With a horrified jolt the older woman was suddenly aware her own hips were starting to grind and rotate, moving unconsciously at first. What was more, the tips of her breasts were swollen and in pain, along with her inner vaginal core, actually hurting in response to Lil's teasing of her own loins.
Lil was definitely not nearly as out of her so-called rational mind as she hoped to make the hapless woman with her believe. On the contrary, she was in total possession of herself. She simply enjoyed what she was doing, always reveling in the displaying of her full, curvaceous body in lascivious and debauched ways in front of others she knew capable of being seduced, whether male or female. But in spite of the absolutely delightful sensations trammeling through her quivering form, one sane portion of her brain kept a very close watch on Reva, eyeing her reactions. With a certainty born of cunning and far more experience than Reva would ever have in so short a span of time, she allowed her hand to slowly slide down from the older woman's shoulder and cupped one of the bigger globes of the lovely raven-haired female. She squeezed, immediately.
Reva shuddered at the alien feel of a woman's hand on her breast. She began nibbling at her lower lip, hard, and for a moment she tried pulling away. But the aching wretchedness inside her spread like an uncontrolled forest fire, and she discovered herself responding to the other female's gentle touch. Reva realized she had slowly, expertly been maneuvered out of a will to resist. Her hand dropped the magazine she was holding, and she groaned, noting it landed on the coffee table with the pages open to where two blonde beauties were frozen in a sixty-nine position, the same pose she and Frank Porter had once adopted.
Lil waited until the older woman totally surrendered herself to the movement of the younger girl's fingers, then she moved her arm back and pulled down the zipper in back of Reva's dress. Her hand then moved inside the upper part of the dress and she began fondling the fullness of Reva's mammary through her brassiere, cupping the swollen orb and pulling on the nipple, teasing it. All the while her other hand continued tantalizing her own clitoris, moving with an uncontrolled and abandoned motion.
Lil sighed, softly mewling as her hand slowly pushed the brassiere up until Reva's breasts popped free and hung below the restraining garment. As it was, it took all of Lil's willpower to keep herself from actually tearing Reva's dress off, then pulling off her brassiere as well so she'd be able to drink in the absolute loveliness of Reva's body. She knew without actually seeing them they would be lovely.
A woman's breasts, another woman's, that is, aroused Lil almost as much as the sight of a man's phallus. She loved sucking on a woman's nipples almost as much as she did performing fellatio. Granted she loved men more than women. She was a pure hedonist when it came to the appreciation of the human body and human genitalia, especially men's. But there were times when the soft, milky skin and velvety smoothness of another female was a pleasant variation from what she was used to. Especially the skin of a woman like Reva Brent, who still needed to be totally awakened to the hidden depths of her own individual sexuality. It made everything more exciting this way.
Reva was trembling, almost ready to burst into tears because of the tensions tearing through her soul. First she had been all but raped by Len, then she had been introduced to fellatio by Frank Porter, after which she had been sodomized by Armand Leon. For the rest of the week she had indulged herself in straightforward missionary sex with three other men, and now she was allowing herself to discover what it was like to love and be loved by a woman.
Lil's hand was massaging her breasts, first the right one, then the left-swelling them into granite solidity. As a result, she felt her labored breath coming in short pants as she twisted against the sofa cushion in the hope of regaining control of herself and putting out her internal fire. It was unmercifully swallowing up her entire interior, flaring through her loins. Her eyes remained glazed as she looked at the sexually arousing photos spread out in front of her, after which her eyes returned to the expert way Lil was massaging her quivering breasts, while at the same time rubbing her own cunt. Her ears picked up sounds of the lascivious and salaciously inciting entreaties the younger female was murmuring into her ear, words she hadn't heard used by a woman before, but were no less exciting coming from a woman as they had been when coming from a man. The tremblingly aware saleswoman pressed her pillarly thighs tightly together, jamming her hands into the base of her belly in a single, final determined effort to overcome the seething passions inside the pressure cooker within her aching body. In her somewhat befogged mind, she was aware she would very shortly not have any strength to fight off the lust that was digging into the very center of her quivering physical self. Not that she was afraid of any consequences, but one had to draw the line somewhere.
But why? Why did one have to draw a line as long as one was doing something pleasant? As it was she was slowly being driven to the point where she would have to have some kind of release. Why was Lil, of all people, trying to seduce her? After all, that was what Lil was attempting to do. It seemed ridiculous that she, an adult, mature woman, was unable to take control of her emotions instead of being guided by some youngster barely out of her teens.
Then Lil was moving her left hand again, allowing her fingers to slowly worm their way down the rippling flesh of Reva's belly over her rumpled dress, moving to her legs. Reva had removed her pantyhose in the Ladies Room at the restaurant. Her work day had been over, and the pantyhose kept her legs from breathing. Now Lil was touching her bare flesh. At the moment, the younger female was stroking Reva's upper thigh, tickling the soft flesh of the inner loin, and
Reva was aware of her body automatically responding, just as it would have to a man's touch. Tiny, excited spasms shot through her quaking form. She desperately tried wrenching herself from the forces of nature that made her respond, and then, as more tantalizing sensations crawled on spidery legs through her quivering belly, making her already large breasts swell even more, she found it impossible to remain there, sitting still and doing nothing.
"No!" she gasped out loud, staring at Lil. "You mustn't! Lil! I don't mind the things I've done with men, but this . . . this is wrong."
However Lil seemed to no longer hear her, totally insensible, her mind seemingly in some kind of dream world because of the way she was still masturbating while goading her body to the point where Reva would also feel the need for relief. It was obvious Lil had no intention of stopping, not for anything or anyone. It had been her plan from the start to gain enjoyment from Reva. If Len had the right to Reva, then so did she.
As far as Lil was concerned, all that she had done was only a kind of sexual appetizer. The entree was yet to come, and when it did, it would be totally eaten-literally. This thought alone made Lil tighten her columnar thighs as she pressed the fingers of her other hand into the crevice between Reva's thighs.
"Please . . . Lil . . . don't.. . . " Reva gasped, now desperately fighting her own inner feelings along with what Lil was doing to her. "This just isn't right. We're both women. It's one thing to play with men, but to play with other women.. . . "
"It's no less natural," Lil murmured as if in a dream. "Pleasure is the only thing in the world that's natural.
All restraints put on pleasure, pleasure that doesn't hurt anyone, are unnatural. Tell me you don't like what I'm doing, Reva. Come on, let me hear you say out loud that what I'm doing is sickening and it repulses you, and that you can't bear to see me ever again. Come on, say it, if you have the strength to lie to me as well as to yourself."
Reva was unable to say anything. Her voice had caught in her throat.
"I thought so," Lil smiled, looking at her. "You like all this just as much as I do. God! Your cunt's so hot right now you can't really take much more, can you?"
Her fingers grazed the soft nylon material of Reva's panties, and she ran a finger along the crotch band, feeling the soft down and the rounded pout of the older woman's vaginal lips. She continued sliding the tip of her finger up and down the wispy band of cloth, as if imitating what she was doing with her other hand to her own vagina.
"Unnnhhhh!" Reva gasped, making no move to stop her.
"You love the way my finger is rubbing your wet cunt, honey," she smiled. "I can tell it very plainly. I feel the way your juices are oozing out and staining your panties. I can sense the way your pussylips are twitching, the same way my own cuntlips move when I'm about to take a cock into me."
Reva's face turned a bright red. It was all too true. What Lil was saying was factual, and she miserably trembled with ecstasy because of the way the younger woman was rubbing her vaginal split, realizing what this admission meant. Her body was now putty in the hands of a knowing woman as well as in the hands of a man. She shivered uncontrollably as she realized how capable she was of responding to a female as well as a male. She hated herself for being so sexually responsive, and yet she had no intention of trying to subvert her feelings. Thrilling sensation pervaded her, running deeper and deeper inside her, and now she was writhing on the sofa, her body more and more wantonly abandoned and out of control. Slowly she turned her lovely face to look at the countenance of the female beside her, staring down and seeing Lil's head resting on her shoulder. Opening her mouth in order to breathe better, she tasted the smooth brow of her friend's forehead and it made desire ripple even more powerfully through her quivering form. The initial insanity of being made love to be another woman now turned to a sane reality as emotional turmoil burst through her shivering shape to the point where all she cared for was satisfaction. She felt a thrilling desire for inner release; release from the burning pyre of mounting sexual stimulation. She had to be brought to the crest of total completion and know the pleasure of relief from the continued torture-torture wracking her genitals as well as the inner womb within her.
Lil smiled a soft, triumphant smile to herself. Reaching up with her lips, she kissed the tip of Reva's earlobe as Reva turned her head. She sensed that from now on she would be able to do anything she wanted to, and if Len was intent on abandoning her in the evening to go out and make more carpet sales, then she would at least have Reva for compensation. Yes, she would keep Reva on the brink of lust at all times, and if and when she chose to go and hunt for other men, she'd be able to take Reva with her. What men in their right minds would be able to resist two women who looked as they did? At the moment, her main interest was in completing her seduction of Reva. Un-like the older woman, Lil had sampled all kinds of love after she had surrendered her virginity to Len, and that included a touch of bi-sexual love, though before she had always been involved with Len and another female. This time, she had a delectable woman all to herself.