Chapter 7
The next morning they awoke still coiled together. Naked and alone, with no one but themselves to ever know about it, they murmured to each other that it was ridiculous to feel guilty. It was already done and couldn't be undone. And within minutes they began to fuck again. They spent the whole morning in bed. Cheryl's body became an inferno of orgasms. And the exhaustion that followed made the guilt feel even smaller.
But Ronnie had to leave in the afternoon. His vacation from school was over. He had to pick up Curt, and the two of them had to get back. He confessed to her that Curt was staying at Angela's place. And that plunged Cheryl again into a fit of gloom. But she knew there was nothing she could do about it.
She mopped around for days. At work she did her best to avoid Angela, and Angela did the same to her. Occasionally they saw one another on the job, and when Angela looked at her, her eyes smoldered in the same old way. Cheryl knew hers did that too. They still wanted each other. But neither one knew how to put aside the feelings that had come between them.
Cheryl began instead to cultivate her friendship with Kim. At first she thought it was because she needed someone to talk to. Not about the business with Angela and Curt, but just about anything. Just to have a friendly ear. But it was not long before she realized that she wanted to go to bed with the beautiful blonde girl. And in the back of her mind she knew it would be a way to get back at Angela.
For a while she dickered with the idea. She had lunch with Kim almost daily, and they became good friends. Soon she realized that her desire for Kim had little to do with Angela. She simply wanted the girl. Both Ronnie and Curt were gone. The idea of having sex with Angela was for the present unthinkable. And just talking over sandwiches with Kim made her cunt get juicy. She knew enough to recognize the sign.
One evening she ran into Angela as they were both leaving the building. Angela stopped her.
"Cheryl," Angela said coldly. "I think I ought to warn you that Kim's not our kind of girl."
"Why, Angela, how could you suspect me of such a thing?" Cheryl replied innocently.
"I can see it in your eyes. I'm surprised she doesn't see it."
"Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn't mind. I suppose you're an expert or something."
"I am," Angela said, her eyes darkly serious. "I've tried."
At first Cheryl was stunned. That meant her plan would be tougher than she'd thought. But it also meant two other things. First, she had the advantage of knowing that Kim would be hard to seduce. She would have to be extremely careful. Next, she knew that if she could sleep with Kim, after Angela had tried and failed, then the plan to make Angela jealous would succeed beyond her wildest dreams.
"Maybe your ways aren't the only ways," she said maliciously. "So help me, if you tell her...."
"Oh, I won't tell her, Cheryl. You have my word on that. I'll enjoy watching you fall on your face."
That made Cheryl more determined than ever to win. So she went to work slowly. It took her more than a month to coax Kim over to her place one evening She accomplished it by getting the girl to go shopping with her after work. Then, when they were both tired, she casually invited Kim up for a quick dinner that was all thawed and just waiting to be cooked.
The dinner was only a casserole and there was nothing to do while it cooked, so Cheryl fixed drinks for them. She had bought lingerie on purpose while shopping. And while Kim had waited for her in the shop, she had bought a few things too.
"You wouldn't mind, while that's cooking if I try on some of these things?" Cheryl asked. "If they don't fit, I'll have to take them back tomorrow."
Kim grinned and sipped her drink. "Of course not. That's the first thing I always do."
Cheryl went into the bedroom. She removed her blouse and bra and put on a gauzy new bra she had bought. It lifted and separated her full tits beautifully and showed the dark puffy circles of her nipples through the cloth.
"Do you mind if I model it for you?" she shouted from the bedroom.
"Not a bit."
Kim was sitting on the sofa, sipping her drink, when Cheryl emerged from the bedroom. Cheryl turned in front of her, trying to give her a good view of her breasts and bare midriff.
"What do you think?"
"I think, it's going to make some guy mighty horny," Kim smiled.
Cheryl laughed. "Good. That's the point. What do you think of the black material against my skin? Does it look good?"
"Sure does." Kim smiled and licked her sensual lips playfully.
Cheryl didn't know how to interpret that. But she guessed she'd better not push things too fast. Kim's eyes on her nearly bare upper body were ambiguous. She seemed to want to keep looking at Cheryl's tits but not to be caught doing it.
"Where'd I put my drink?" Cheryl asked.
"It's over here."
Cheryl went and picked up her glass from the table next to Kim.
"You have a beautiful body," Kim said.
Cheryl blushed. Her blood beat hard. "Thanks. So do you."
"It's that gauzy stuff that let's your nipples show through," Kim said, her voice strangely distant. "That's what turns them on."
"I guess so," Cheryl replied, her voice quivering.
The thought that maybe Kim would like to see her nipples excited Cheryl. But she couldn't think of a casual way to show them to the girl.
"I really don't like bras," she said, feeling her pulse accelerate sharply. "They're so damned uncomfortable."
"I know what you mean. You wouldn't have to wear one, Cheryl, if you didn't want to. Although I don't know. Yours are pretty big. You wouldn't want them to sag in a couple of years."
All the time Kim was speaking she kept staring at Cheryl's breasts. Cheryl thought she was going to melt. Her cunt was wet and warm. She wanted badly to rip off the new bra and let Kim touch her boobs, kiss them.
"You wouldn't mind if ... I mean, if I took off the bra, would you?" she said hypnotically, taking advantage of Kim's murky stare.
"Of course not," Kim whispered.
Cheryl reached behind her back, not too fast, and unhooked it. She shrugged her shoulders forward and let it fall off. Kim looked at her naked breasts. They felt hot, the nipples tingling. Cheryl moved closer to Kim on the sofa. Slowly Kim reached out with her slim cool fingers and touched Cheryl's breasts, one at a time.
"Beautiful," she whispered.
She let the bulging underside of each full boob rest in the palms of her hands. Then she rubbed her thumbs across the wide soft nipples, grinning as they sprang erect and hard. Cheryl was almost in a swoon. With her eyes she begged Kim to suck them. But she didn't dare ask it out loud.
Suddenly Kim cocked her head and looked at Cheryl, very shy. "Would you ... I mean, could I "
Cheryl's voice was surprisingly hoarse. "Oh yes."
Kim continued to look into her eyes hotly. "I-I've never...." she began.
Then she put her head down and gently sucked one of Cheryl's nipples into her warm wet mouth. Cheryl luxuriated in the feel of the velvet lips on her sensitive nipple. She lay back on the sofa and shut her eyes.
Kim was shy to begin with. But she evidently didn't mean to stop with a tiny taste of one nipple. She used her fingers, her lips, her teeth, and her tongue. Soon she was all over Cheryl's tingling breasts, driving Cheryl crazy. Then, without warning, she stopped, and pulled back. She sat up, looking embarrassed.
"I don't know what came over me," she said, blushing.
Cheryl was so excited that it took every effort to speak calmly. "It's all right, Kim. Really, it's all right."
She put her hand under the collar of Kim's blouse and caressed her neck.
"Don't," Kim said, pulling away.
"There's nothing wrong with it if you wanted to do it. It feels wonderful."
"I ... I've never done anything like that before. I've never wanted to." Kim was very nervous.
"Did you like doing it?" Cheryl asked.
"Yes," Kim said softly. "That's what scares me."
"I wish it didn't scare you. I'd like you to do it some more."
Kim looked at her, still very nervous. She looked down at Cheryl's tits, still wet with her saliva, the large nipples softening again. Smiling tentatively, she reached her fingers out and lightly brushed one of the nipples. Cheryl gasped softly.
"Suck me, Kim," she whispered, unable to control herself.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"I don't think so," Cheryl replied shyly. "I mean, I love men. I love them to fuck me. But if I like you to suck my breasts, does that mean I am?"
"I guess not. Not just that, anyway."
"Don't you want to suck me? You said you liked it."
Kim's eyes were still on Cheryl's breasts, hungry for them. "I do."
Cheryl cupped her breasts in her palms. She squeezed them a little from beneath so that her big nipples darkened with blood and flared.
"Kim, please, just a little more."
Kim's murky eyes were full of questions and hesitation. But she bent her face again to Cheryl's breasts. Cheryl lay on her back and shut her eyes and moaned as the girl's wet lips covered her hot boobs again. She worked her hands under Kim's collar again, massaging the silky skin of Kim's neck and shoulders.
She made the top button of Kim's blouse strain so much that it popped loose by itself. This allowed her hands to reach Kim's shoulder blades, her flat sleek upper chest. She worked two more buttons loose before Kim raised her face. Her eyes burned with a mixture of pleasure and fear. But she made no attempt to stop Cheryl, Without asking, Cheryl unbuttoned the rest of the girl's blouse and slid it off her shoulders.
She had to embrace Kim gingerly as she reached around to unfasten the girl's bra. And she feared the embrace would be too bold, that it would remind Kim of what she was so close to. But Kim was remarkably pliant. She kissed Cheryl's neck and shoulders as Cheryl unfastened her bra and slid it down her arms.
The hot blood gushed through Cheryl's body as she leaned back and looked at Kim's naked body. The girl was breathtaking. Her richly tanned skin set off the paleness of her perfect round tits. Her coral areolas were as large as silver dollars, puffy and succulent. Kim wanted to touch them. She ached to swallow them and hear Kim moan with soft passion. She reached out, but her fingers stopped inches from Kim's flaring nipples.
Kim smiled dreamily. Again she put her hands on Cheryl's saliva-wet tits. She leaned forward so that the tips of her long nipples brushed Cheryl's palms. She kept leaning until her full boobs filled Cheryl's hands. The only sound was their fast breathing. Cheryl was petrified with lust, feeling Kim's soft huge nipples push against her palms. Then Kim whispered in her ear.
"They're not gold, honey."
"I ... I know," Cheryl gasped.
Kim smiled and squirmed forward so that the resilient mounds of flesh squashed even harder into Cheryl's hands. She licked her lips with her glistening pink tongue, then licked Cheryl's. It was the first time their mouths had touched. The blood hammered against Cheryl's ears.
"Can you suck me too?" Kim asked shyly.
Cheryl nodded, unable to speak.
Kim leaned back against the sofa. Cheryl moved over her legs, straddling the girl's thighs, hiking her own skirt up around her waist in the process. Their naked breasts came very close. Before bending to taste Kim's nipples, Cheryl let her own stiff wet buds brush against Kim's soft ones. They kissed tenderly, then wildly. Their breasts mashed together and their flat stomachs met and rubbed.
When they finished kissing, Kim was gasping. She lay her head back. Cheryl bent down to her breasts and sucked her huge soft nipples until they grew even longer as the center stems stiffened and rose. As she sucked, Kim moaned. Her shoulders writhed. Cheryl explored the firm springy flesh of the girl's incredibly perfect boobs. Still sucking and tonguing the long wet nipples, she slid her hands down Kim's taut midriff and tried to unzip her skirt. Suddenly, frantically, Kim gasped and pushed her away.
"No," she gasped. Her eyes were wide and glassy, wild with sex fire, but she shook her head. "Not that."
"Oh, Kim...."
Cheryl was spread-eagled across Kim's hips. Her own panties were wet with juice, pressing against Kim's skirt. She took Kim's wrist and drew her hand down to the wet silk.
"Feel me," she pleaded.
Her cunt lips had blossomed open. Kim's finger pressed the silk between them.
"Ahhnn!" she moaned.
She rolled off Kim. Quickly she shed her skirt and skimmed the wet panties down her bare legs. She drew Kim's hand back to her hot burbling pussy. Kim yanked it away.
"No, not that," she said again, her voice edged with terror.
"Kim, just feel me. Look, I'm all wet for you."
Cheryl bent her head to Kim's breasts and sucked one of the girl's excited nipples passionately. She felt Kim shudder and begin to whimper. She dipped one hand under Kim's skirt and quickly ran it up her thigh to her crotch. Kim was wet, sooo very wet.
"You want it," Cheryl whispered.
"No."
She pushed Cheryl back and covered her naked breasts with her crossed arms. She glanced wildly around for her blouse and her bra.
"You can't leave now," Cheryl said, desperately.
"Yes, I have to."
A cold tremor gripped Kim sharply. Her full round breasts jiggled, and gooseflesh arose along her bare arms. She slipped into her blouse, quickly stuffing her bra into the purse at her feet.
Cheryl grabbed the girl. She kissed her mouth, stabbing her tongue into it, her lips burning Kim's. I want to fuck you! God, don't leave! I want to fuck you so bad!
"Kim," she whispered hotly. "Tell me why I shouldn't want to fuck you. You can't leave me like this. Not now. I'll go crazy! You want to do it, I know you do. You're wet, you're hot, you...."
"No, Cheryl, no, I'm not that way. Don't try to make me, please."
Cheryl slipped her hand under Kim's blouse, which she hadn't yet tucked into her skirt. She cupped Kim's firm round breast, rolling the thick nipple with her fingers. Kim's eyes rolled upward. Her mouth went slack with desire, but she still pulled away.
"Cheryl, let me go!" she groaned. "I'm begging you, baby. Please! Let me go!"
Cheryl was panting, crazy with desire for the girl. She rubbed her inner thighs with her hands and parted her hot slit with her fingers so that Kim could see it. She saw the girl looking down at her open cunt. Kim's eyes were wide and swirling with lust. She bit her fist, trying to fight it.
"NO!" she shouted. "Don't make me want to! Don't! Don't!"
Cheryl was aching for her. "Kim, kiss me there. Kim, kiss me here....'and here....kiss my cunt. Kim, kiss my cunt, please!"
She ran two fingers over her glistening pussylips and shivered sharply from the pleasure.
"Oh, noooooo!" Kim moaned.
She turned and ran to the door. She had slammed it behind her before Cheryl could get up off the sofa. She was gone.
And Cheryl continued to burn. She lay there naked, her hands between her thighs. She knew Kim would not come back. But she herself was still so hot and wet, so aroused. She had to come. She lay back on the sofa, trying not to think of what she had lost. Think of her lips sucking my clit, she told herself. Think of her tongue fucking me. She stroked her aching clit with nervous fingers. She thought of Kim's lovely breasts in her mouth, of Kim's face contorted with pleasure. And within seconds she was sobbing hoarsely. Her hungry body flopped madly as the stream of fire rippled through her veins and gave her temporary relief.