Chapter 2
Candy's home life was not a happy or even a pleasant one. Her parents disapproved of her and her friends, and, she saw, disapproved of each other since they were at each other almost constantly.
The only time they didn't seem to be bickering was when her father stayed in town for the evening as he often did. He claimed that it was for business reasons, but Candy often heard her mother accusing him of chasing tail, as she called it.
Candy wished they wouldn't air their troubles for her benefit, she didn't want to hear about them, but in conversation with others her age, she learned that many parents did so.
"I think in their own dumb way," one of her friends once told her, "they're trying to win our approval. Each time they do it, the one who does is saying, in effect, look what a shit your father, or your mother, is. You see, I try to do my best to make this a happy home, but look at him-her."
Candy was impressed by the observation and paid closer attention to her parents after that, confirming that it was a valid observation and provided a better explanation of their conduct than anything else she could see.
She was sixteen then and dating, but while other girls talked about marriage or thought about it, it was probably the farthest thing from her mind. She had no firm ideas regarding career, but she told herself she wasn't going to waste the rest of her life on marriage if it could be no better than the marriages she saw around her.
"Why do they get married in the first place?" she asked a friend one evening when they were discussing parents and marriages.
"Because they were in love," he replied with a grin. "They were horny, sex was new and exciting and they thought it was going to be great forever. After the newness wore off, they saw the flaws they should have seen before and they began to get on each other's nerves."
"Then why didn't they break it up?" Candy asked him, impressed with his maturity and his understanding of things around him, things she couldn't understand.
"Usually because they're already in a rut and too lazy to get out of it. The woman has her security and if she gave it up she'd have to go to work to support herself. They'll never tell you that though. They have a pat statement and they all use it. We keep the marriage together for your sake, dear, for the sake of the children."
"Well, I suppose there's something to be said for that," she replied.
"Sure there is, but it's all crap. Look around you, Candy. See all the kids freaking on acid, pills, the works. I don't mean just pot, I mean the real bad news stuff. A lot of those kids come from those homes that were kept together for the sake of the children. When one of those kids sets out to blow his mind, he's not just escaping. I have a hunch it's more often a statement, look, I'm going to destroy myself, see? It's all your fault. I wanted to live with love, not fighting and nagging. This will make you sorry, you fuckups."
"That sounds awfully impressive, but does it really make sense?"
"Yes. Look at the worst looking of the speed and acid freaks, the motorcycle hoods. They look and sound like the last people in the world who want to be loved, but don't let that fool you, Candy. When you want something real bad and can't have it, what do you do? You tell yourself you don't want it. In time, you come to believe the lie, or at least you think you believe it, but way down inside you're wanting real bad and you're hurting real bad, so you just shout it louder, I don't want it ... I DON'T WANT IT."
"It does make sense now," Candy said, impressed by the seeming wisdom of the youth who, at nineteen, seemed so much older and wiser than she.
But while the conversation helped her understand many things, it didn't improve her attitude toward marriage. It still struck her as being a bad news deal at best, especially if the couple chose to have children.
It was that thought, more than anything else, which kept her a virgin. She liked petting especially with youths she could trust to stop when she put the brakes on, liked the feeling of sexual arousal, but not enough to risk becoming pregnant.
Some of the boys showed condoms and tried to make her believe it would be safe, but her philosopher friend had shown her an article which rated the condom as one of the least effective methods of contraception, so she wasn't having any of it.
"I've got a right to make mistakes," was her attitude, "but if one of them causes an innocent baby to be born, he pays for it. No thanks."
But there was nothing abnormal about her sex drive. After a date when the petting had been hot and heavy, she would return home with her body hungering, the ache right in her crotch. Hurrying to her room, she would strip and attend to that ache, fondling her well developed breasts, stroking her vulva, pushing a finger as far into her warm vagina as she could get it, then fingering her sensitive clitoris until orgasm erupted. Some nights, she would have two or three orgasms that way before falling asleep.
She knew there had to be something better, but decided to let it ride for the time being. Later, when she was older, she told herself, she would force her mother to arrange for her to go on the pill so that she could play the game with safety.
Her philosopher friend returned to college, and while Candy had other friends, none were as interesting, none able to understand and talk about the things he could.
More and more, Candy accepted babysitting assignments. She got a moderate allowance, as much as most of the kids she knew, but she liked to augment it, liked to be able to buy the extras she wanted and still have something in her bank account.
She saw more of marriage that way, sometimes hearing a couple scrapping before they went out, more frequently after they returned, usually drunk.
Candy added spice to her babysitting in her own way. When her charges were asleep, she would take her panties off and put them in her purse, just in case there were any sudden interruptions.
There was a special, naughty quality to masturbation in somebody else's house, in unfamiliar surroundings. Sometimes she would stand in front of a mirror to finger herself, other times, she'd just sit on the edge of a comfortable chair and do it. Part of the excitement lay in wondering how the man of the house would react if he were to catch her with her legs wide apart, her finger working in her slit.
During one such session of masturbation, Candy was interrupted by the ringing of the door bell. Answering it, she saw a smiling, attractive woman in her thirties. The woman had come to return a book, but instead of leaving, she paused to chat with Candy.
Candy felt an affinity to the woman and invited her to come in and chat. Since she was sufficiently a friend of the family to borrow books, she reasoned that it would be all right to invite her in.
The woman, who identified herself as Brenda, seemed pleased to accept the invitation. Candy wondered why she liked Brenda so, why she could talk so easily with her, then she realized Brenda reminded her of her absent friend, the philosopher whom she missed so much.
They were still talking eagerly when her employers got home. They welcomed Brenda and showed Candy that they did not mind her entertaining a mature woman while she was sitting.
When she left, Candy was accompanied by the woman who insisted on driving her home, even though it was only a few blocks away along well lighted streets. When they reached Candy's house, they chatted for a while in the car which was parked under a streetlight. Candy noticed the woman stealing glimpses of her thighs from time to time, the hem of her skirt being hiked up a little. She found it strange, but it didn't bother her, especially since the hem of Brenda's dress was hiked much higher, showing the tops of her nylons and a little skin above. The woman, Candy observed, had very beautiful thighs which, like the rest of her, appeared to be very firm and well looked after.
Before Candy got out of the car, the woman gave her a card with her address and phone number and invited her to call when she had a free evening so that they could chat some more.
Candy called her the next evening and Brenda invited her to come to visit. Her apartment appeared more than just comfortably furnished and appointed, there was a subtle suggestion of wealth, but it was in excellent taste.
At first, Candy thought she felt a little tension, but it passed and they were soon chatting easily again. Brenda asked her about her dating, and Candy told her all about it. Sensing that Brenda approved and was impressed, she went on to tell much of her philosophy about love, marriage and sex.
Brenda appeared to be delighted that Candy showed such maturity when she was still a little shy of seventeen, and she told her so, adding to the girl's pleasure.
"Some of your ideas and attitudes are very close to mine, Candy," Brenda told her, "but it took me much longer to form them."
"Which ones?" Candy asked, showing keen interest.
"Marriage, for one, though there is a difference in our basic attitudes. You see, I've had nothing to do with men for years, and since I'm thirty-three now, it's not likely that I'll change."
"Then there is a difference," Candy agreed. "It does excite me to kiss and let a boy feel me up a bit. In a year or so, I'm going to force mother to put me on the pill so I can find out what it's all about."
"Good luck to you, dear," Brenda said with what Candy thought was a trace of sadness. "I hope you enjoy it."
"You sound as though you don't think I will."
"Then that isn't fair of me. Lots of women enjoy sex with men, I guess. I'm just one who doesn't, that's all. It could turn out great for you."
"How can you do it, Brenda? Sure, I'm getting along by using my finger when pussy gets hungry," she said, delighted with her boldness and hoping she wouldn't blow it all by blushing, "but I'd hate to think of a lifetime of just using my finger to get my sexual jollies."
"Perish the thought, so would I," Brenda said with feeling.
"Then you're beginning to lose me, Brenda. I mean if you don't dig men and don't settle for the finger thing, what's left?"
"Well, there is another sex, dear. It's called female."
As she got the meaning, blood rushed to Candy's cheeks and she hated herself for blushing.
"I'm sorry, dear," Brenda said, warmly, "I see I've shocked you."
"No, really," Candy protested quickly. "It was a surprise, but I'm not shocked."
"Don't worry, I promise I won't rape you. Have you ever known any lesbians, Candy?"
"Two, but I didn't know they were and the way I found out was kind of a shock, I guess."
"Tell me dear, I'm interested," Brenda said and leaned forward in her chair, causing the hem of her dress to ride higher and display more of her luscious thighs.
"It was a field trip at school, a few months ago. We had all split up and I was walking with the teacher and a boy. For some reason or other, we weren't talking and then as we stepped into this little clearing, we almost tripped over them, two girls. The fronts of their dresses were open and one of them had her bra unfastened. They both had their panties off and one of the girls was just pulling her face out of the other girl's crotch. There couldn't be any mistake about what she had been doing there."
"The poor dears, what a shock that must have been," Brenda said with feeling.
"Yes, that's the way I felt, once the shock wore off. I think the teacher and the other guy thought it was a great sight to see, before the girls could cover up their bottoms and crotches, but I felt so sorry for them. I wanted to cry."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Candy. Many girls your age would have been revolted and would have called them dirty names. Perhaps there's more of yourself that you don't know yet."
"What do you mean, Brenda?"
"Forget I said it, dear. It wouldn't be fair of me to answer that question."
"No, please," Candy persisted. "Do you mean that maybe deep inside, I'm really a lesbian and just don't know it?"
"Heavens no. I guess what I do mean is that in your sensitivity, you may have the potential to enjoy making love with another woman. Many women have it but go through life without ever discovering it. I suspect that the ones who have the strongest potential are those who profess to be so horrified at the thought, the ones who use names like queers and dykes."
"I really don't know, Brenda. I guess I've just never thought of it."
"Not even after the incident in the woods? Didn't you wonder what it would be like to have your pussy lapped as they were doing?"
"Well yes, I guess I did. Look, you mentioned sensitivity a while ago, I thought most lesbians were kind of rough and manish."
"Some are, dear, just as some male homosexuals are rough trade, but generally, the homosexual of either sex is sensitive and gentle. That's what it's all about with me. Notice how I'm sitting now. I'm showing quite a bit of my thighs and they're pretty nice ones, even if I do say it myself."
"I've noticed that, Brenda. I think they're beautiful. I suspect that applies to all of you."
"Thank you, dear, you have reason to know what beauty is all about," Brenda told her and boldly looked her over, from her face to her knees, "but I wasn't just fishing for praise. There's a point I want to make. You see, because we are both women, we can sit and talk like we're doing. You're not going to grab at my thighs and bruise them. If we decided to play or perhaps to make love, we would do it gently, warmly, with beautiful sensitivity. That, to me, is one of the big differences. Another, of course, is that neither of us would get pregnant."
She smiled as she said it and Candy laughed with her. After that, they talked a while longer, mostly on the subject of lesbianism, and more and more, Candy felt that the woman was making sense. Still, she couldn't see herself becoming a lesbian.
Just before Candy left for home, the woman put a hand on her knee as they sat together. Candy said nothing, then the woman's hand moved just a little higher, gave her a quick squeeze, then it was gone.
They had arranged for Candy to visit that Friday evening and as the girl left the apartment, Brenda told herself that if Candy kept the date, she was fair game for seduction, perhaps a relatively easy seduction at that.
On Friday evening, Candy arrived a little before the appointed time. She couldn't have known that the expression on Brenda's face contained a blend of smile and smirk. The intelligent young beauty was walking into her lair to give her firm, tender body in seduction.
Brenda wore a very short dress, one with a scalloped bodice which displayed the upper slopes of her breasts and the smooth valley between. Candy too, wore a short dress, and while Brenda couldn't have known it then, she wore too, her sexiest lingerie.
For a while, Brenda conducted the conversation along casual levels, talking about work and school and other innocent subjects, then she gave the subject a change of direction.
"Have you thought much about our conversation the other night, dear?" she asked.
"No, not much. To tell the truth," she appended, "I guess I just wouldn't let myself think about it. It was as though my mind was really thinking, but I didn't want to listen. I guess that sounds crazy."
"On the contrary, dear, it indicates that you have a better insight into yourself than most people have. I like that about you, Candy. In fact," she added, lowering her voice as she feasted her eyes on Candy's nylon sheathed thighs, "I like so many things about you, very much."
"Brenda," Candy began nervously, "are we going...." she stopped, unable to go on, and the woman went to sit beside her on the couch.
"I understand, dear," Brenda said warmly as she put an arm around the girl's waist and felt the exciting firmness of her young body. "Don't say anything for a minute, darling, just let it happen," she added as she put a hand on a thigh.
Candy saw the woman lick her lips, then those lips were touching Candy's, lightly. A hand cupped one of her breasts, the other hand squeezed her thigh, and then they were kissing passionately, Candy's arms around the woman, holding as tightly as she was being held. The kiss seemed to go on forever, and when it ended, they were both flushed and out of breath.
"Wasn't that as good as when you kiss a boy, darling?" Brenda asked in a whisper.
"Oh Brenda, it was better. You knew it would be."
"Yes dear, I did. I suspect you knew it too, knew it would be, but you didn't let yourself think about it. I'd like another kiss, dear, would you?"
"Yes," Candy replied, her voice breaking with lust.
"This time, you bring your mouth to mine, dear. I have a reason for that. It will be better for both of us."
Without hesitation, Candy brought her mouth to the woman's, her lips slightly parted, then they were locked in another torrid embrace, their mouths mashing wetly."
Before the second kiss ended, one of Brenda's hands moved slowly up an inner thigh and Candy moved her knees more widely apart in erotic welcome. The hand didn't stop until it was rubbing lightly on the crotch of Candy's panties, a crotch which had suddenly become very warm.
"You're so beautiful, Candy darling, and I wanted this so much. I'd have died if you hadn't shown up this evening."
"Did you know I was going to be so ... easy?" Candy asked.
"Easy isn't the right word, dear. I knew that if you showed up, it would mean that whether or not your mind knew it, your body was ready and eager for love, real love, the gentle love one woman can share only with another woman."
"I guess you're right."
"Tell me, darling," Brenda whispered, "before you left home, did you bathe carefully and select your prettiest lingerie?"
"Yes."
"Then you see, dear, not only did your body know, but your mind did too. You just weren't listening. I'm glad it was that way."
"Why, Brenda?"
"Because if you'd listened, you either would have been too afraid to come here, or you would have arrived filled with tension. This way, you came naturally, ready for all the beautiful love we're going to share, my lovely darling."
"I know now I want to do it, Brenda, I want to do it all with you. I have to admit I'm nervous though. Please, help me."
"You know I'll help you, darling," Brenda said as she opened the front of Candy's dress and fondled one cup of her bra. "You have lovely breasts, Candy, I'm dying to see them and fondle them and kiss them, but for now I'm going to kiss your lovely mouth again. Let's just lie back on the couch," she said and pulled the girl down with her.
For a long time, they lay in passionate embrace, kissing and licking each other's faces while Brenda's hands remained busy, rubbing the pretty face, fondling breasts and stroking her thighs, with visits from time to time to the warm crotch of the girl.
"We'll go to my bedroom now, dear," Brenda told her after many kisses. "Our bodies are going to look so exciting on my black satin sheet. Have you ever lain on a satin sheet, dear?"
"No, but it must feel good."
"It feels so sexy I can't describe it. Later, it will be wet with the sweat of our beautiful bodies.
They sat up, then held hands as they went to the bedroom. It too was beautifully furnished, Candy saw, but all she could really see was the big, wide bed, the covers drawn back carefully to display the black satin sheet. At the sight of it, Candy thought in terms of a big jewel case, then realized that their bodies would be the jewels which would be set off against black satin.
As they stood beside the bed, Candy allowed the woman to deprive her of her dress and then Brenda was sighing with delight as she feasted her eyes on Candy in her bra and panties which covered little and hid less.
She took her own dress then and it was Candy's turn to stare in awe and admiration at the stunningly beautiful body of the mature woman. Candy would have expected her to wear black lingerie, as she had done, but saw that instead, she had chosen pale blue. That couldn't have been a batter choice, she thought, then Brenda brought their bodies together in an embrace of intense passion as their mouths came together again.
While they shared many more kisses, Brenda moved her hands all over Candy's responsive body, and Candy, becoming bolder, sighed into the woman's mouth as her hands savored the firmness of the mature buttocks and the smooth, silkiness of Brenda's back and thighs.
"You're a natural, darling," Brenda whispered as she unhooked the girl's bra. "Unhook my bra too, and then we'll both have beautiful breasts to look at and to fondle and suck. Do you sometimes fondle your titties when you're masturbating?"
"Yes."
"So do I. We're so much more fortunate than men, our bodies are so beautiful, especially yours and mine. Does it shock you that I have such a high regard for my beauty?"
"No, I think you should have. Sometimes, when I see myself naked and I'm playing with myself, I say the same."
"You really are a natural, darling, you're much, much too good to be wasted on a man who would want only to get his dirty cock into your tender little cunt and fuck you."
They removed their bras together and each cried with passion at the sight of the other's naked breasts. For a woman of thirty-three, Brenda's breasts were incredibly firm, while Candy's were big for sixteen and jutted boldly, the nipples slightly upthrust and thrillingly pink.
The two were about the same height so that Brenda was able to hold hers from below and carry them to Candy's. As she saw what the woman was doing, Candy caught her breasts in the same way, then they staged an exciting lit tie duel of nipples, a duel in which nobody got hurt, but their beautiful weapons hardened and elongated excitingly.
"Let's get on the bed now, darling," Brenda said with thrilling warmth. "I'm going to work on your titties for a while, then I'll give you mine. It's going to be so wildly exciting and beautiful that I could almost cry right now. Are you getting more and more excited too, darling?"
"Oh yes, Candy assured her and then they got on the bed and embraced again, this time, their naked breasts kissing as their mouths and tongues kissed, while hands rubbed excitingly wherever they could reach silken skin.
Candy sighed heatedly while the woman gently fondled her breasts, her touch so light and gentle that it was not to be believed, then she cried out in ecstasy when a warm mouth closed around one and began a gentle suckling, while a hand continued to fondle the other.
Brenda sucked as much of the breast as she could get into her mouth, then she released most of the mound and Candy groaned as she felt the nipple being sucked so ardently. The nipple felt twice as long and a thousand times more sensitive than it ever had before.
When the woman's mouth moved to her other breast, the style was reversed as Brenda sucked the nipple first, then filled her mouth with breast later and went right on sucking.
"Do you want to suck mine, darling?" Brenda asked as she lifted her face from the panting, perspiring girl.
"Oh yes, my God how I want to. I want to do all the things you did to me. Your breasts are so big and so very beautiful. I've never touched any, other than my own."
"My breasts really aren't much bigger than yours, darling," Brenda said as she turned on the bed, "but take them and treat them nicely for me. Oh yes, you angel, what hands you have. I don't think they're hands at all, they're extensions of angel wings."
And the angel wings fluttered over Brenda's sensitive breasts for a long time and then were replaced by an angel mouth. Candy delighted in sucking the breasts and nipples of the woman and in slowly licking her tongue over the delicate nipples, making her partner squirm and moan with passion.
"For such an innocent little angel, Candy, you're a clever little devil. That tongue trick gets me right in the crotch."
Candy didn't move her mouth away from the breast to reply, but it delighted her that she could so impress an experienced lesbian who had, no doubt, known many partners, older and more experienced than she.
She would have gone on suckling the woman's breasts forever, but Brenda had other ideas and took the luscious jewel away from her, sighing as she palmed both her nipples, thrilling to the hardness and sensitivity of them.
"I know a little angel who is about to lose her panties. I have to find out what beautiful things you're hiding there. I know they're going to be real yummies, and when I see something really yummy, I just have to kiss it and lick it and suck it. Kneel up, darling, I want to take your panties off for you. I don't want you to become tired, overwork could do that, you know."
"I don't think I could ever get tired with you around," Candy told the woman as she knelt up and admired her bobbing breasts.
"Have I got news for you, you angel," Brenda said as she crouched to fondle the seat and crotch of Candy's panties. "Before this evening is over, I'll have eaten your sweet little cunty so often that you won't be able to walk. I'll have to carry your home."
"I don't think I'd mind that at all," Candy told her, then caught her breath as she realized Brenda was starting to take her panties down.
"I'm unveiling a work of art, darling," Brenda told her, "and such a ceremony should never be hurried."
Brenda pulled the panties down just enough so she could see the top of the valley between Candy's lovely, white buttocks, then she crouched and placed a wet kiss there. After that, she pulled the panties farther down, baring the upper half of the smooth nether cheeks. She paused to kiss and lick them, then turned and nuzzled at the base of Candy's tummy, her tongue licking slowly through the neat pussy bush, causing Candy to squirm hotly.
"You are hot and horny, aren't you darling?" Brenda asked looking up at her breasts and beautiful face which was contorted with passion.
"Yes. I'm so anxious for it to happen. I can't wait to get my cunt sucked by a beautiful woman like you."
"Waiting is good, dear. It makes the lapping better when it does come. I'll take your little panties down a bit more now."
Gripping the panties, Brenda pulled them slowly down until Candy's buttocks were totally bared and she could stare at them, desire churning deep in her crotch as she rubbed her hands over the perfectly rounded cheeks and thrilled to the silken texture of them. She put a long finger in the base of Candy's crack, then drew it up slowly. When the tip of the finger reached the girl's anal ring, it paused, pressed in a threat to push inside, then resumed its slow trip to the top of the warm valley.
"That felt so nice, Brenda," Candy told her, sighing.
"I'm going to do so many nice things to you, darling. Just turn a little now," Brenda said, guiding the trembling girl with her hands, then Candy stood in profile to her and showed Brenda her buttocks in profile and the small, neat triangle of her pubic hair.
"What a lovely little pussy bush you have, darling, and what a lovely ass," Brenda said in a husky tone as her hands fondled both. "Your panties will be off soon, dear, then I'll go to work on your pussy. The big thrills are all ahead of us, angel. All this has been just preliminary."
As she said the words, Brenda pulled Candy's panties down to her knees, then eased her down on the bed. A hot look in her eyes, she stripped the panties over Candy's feet, dropped them, then saw the beautiful legs opening wide for her.
"I like the way you open your beautiful legs, dear," Brenda said, then Candy heard her gasp. "Oh Jesus, what a sweet, precious little cunt. To think that it's virginal too, never polluted by a cock or even the touch of a male hand. I'll baptize it with my mouth."
Kneeling between Candy's legs, she felt her way up the firm thighs, pausing on the expanded tops of her nylons, then her hands were fondling silken skin again and Candy was moaning with desire, dying for the woman to perform the act which would have horrified her a couple of days before, had she been warned of it.
Brenda's hands kept moving higher over the smooth young thighs until they met in her crotch and savored the erotic heat they found there. While one hand moved away, the other patted lightly on the tender, pink slash, making Candy moan more loudly as her bottom jerked up off the bed.
"Soon, baby, oh so soon," Brenda told her and Candy saw her tongue licking over her lips, readying them to make contact with her vulva, ready to commence the act which Candy sensed she would remember for the rest of her life.
The hand left her vulva, then both Brenda's hands went under the girl's knees. She guided them upward, Candy helping eagerly, then she pushed the parted legs back over Candy's body, presenting the pink target magnificently, excitingly framed by thighs and white buttocks.
Candy watched the face come down to her, Brenda still licking her lips. She waited for the touch of mouth on her vulva, but it wasn't to be, not then, as Brenda proceeded to kiss and lick the surrounding area without quite making contact.
Candy was moaning loudly and pounding the bed with her fists when the mouth touched her organ and she cried out loudly. The first touch was a light kiss, then it became more intense. After that, Brenda wrapped strong arms around the girl and she was sucking with delightful greed, producing wet sounds to add to Candy's thrill, an addition she wouldn't have believed since she thought she had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.
But Brenda knew she hadn't, and sent her up another notch as she slipped her tongue into the moist slit and licked around the hot interior for a long time before she drew the tongue back a little, licked her way to the top of the opening, then found the sensitive little passion bud and began licking it while Candy stuffed the heel of a hand into her mouth to keep from disturbing the neighbors with the shrieks she wanted to emit.
While Candy bit into her hand, the woman licked her clitoris, then the inevitable happened and Candy's body felt as though it were exploding into tiny fragments as the lapping tongue triggered an orgasm that was nothing less than violent.
Brenda pulled her tongue out of the girl's organ, understanding that during so strong a climax, just a touch of the clitoris would be painful, but she went on holding her in the strong embrace.
When the climax was finally over, Candy opened her eyes and they shone brightly but out of focus. She looked as though she had travelled far away and had been gone a long time.
"Oh Brenda," she sighed weakly, "it's like not knowing where I am, where I've been, what day it is. I never knew a come could be like that."
"It can be like that every time, darling, with the right partner," Brenda assured her. "I wonder what your parents had in mind when they called you Candy? You're the most delicious Candy I've ever eaten. Is that really your name?"
"No, my name is really Candice, but it became Candy before I can remember."
Brenda lay beside her, took her in her arms, and they lay warmly together, whispering about the beauty they had shared, Brenda telling of what was yet to come. Their whispers were stilled from time to time as their mouths met and clung together, Candy tasting her vulva in the woman's mouth until the flavor was finally kissed away.
"Are you ready for me to suck you now?" Candy asked.
"Yes, darling, I'm more than ready. Can you remember how I did it to you?"
"Oh yes, I'll never forget it, every step of it. Am I going to like doing it? "
"Probably as much as you liked getting it. Cunt lapping is a beautiful two way street. Later, we'll do it together and you'll like that too. Get off the bed now and I'll show you a different position, one that will be easier for you."
Puzzled, Candy stood, then watched Brenda lie across the bed, her buttocks partially over the edge, then Brenda parted and raised her legs.
"I'm ready for you now, darling. Kneel on the floor, then bring your beautiful face into my warm crotch and eat. I think I'm going to be hot and juicy for you. Have a nice snack of hot cunt. Tease me a little before you start. I like to have to cry for it, like you did."
Candy recalled how the woman had tortured her with the waiting and vowed that Brenda really would cry for it before she gave her what she wanted. She trembled with excitement as she kissed and licked silken thighs, then licked around the warm crotch without touching the lips with her tongue.
And then Brenda was crying for it and Candy felt wild delight at the sounds, filled with a sense of power that she could make the sophisticated woman beg as she was doing.
Candy wanted to tease her some more, but the pull of the soft, warm organ was too great and then her mouth was pressed onto it and she was kissing, kissing which turned quickly into sucking as her hands rubbed sleek thighs and hips, marveling at the satiny quality of Brenda's skin.
The woman's sighs and moans told Candy she was doing her job well and was really giving the pleasure she wanted to give. When Brenda called for her tongue, Candy made her wait for it, sucking greedily while Brenda cried again and again for her tongue.
And then she gave it to her, licking up and down the moist slit, then sending it inside to explore the first sexual organ her mouth had ever touched. It was heaven, Candy decided, an act she would want to repeat over and over again as long as she lived. As she lapped lovingly, she found herself wondering whether she could ever again enjoy petting with a male, whether she would ever want to have sex with a man.
And then she realized that Brenda was begging again and turned off her thoughs to listen...." or I'll die, darling ... get it on my clit ... lick me off now, baby ... get on my clit and trigger the really big one...."
There was agony in the woman's tone and Candy didn't want to tease any longer. With only a little difficulty, she found the woman's small clitoris and began licking it. As the mature body trembled and jerked, Candy gave it the licking required and then Brenda was panting and grunting as she went into orbit around the sun, where it was hot and very bright, where there was music to entertain her as she floated among exploding rockets for what seemed like an eternity before she floated back to earth to find Candy holding her with strong young arms, her face pressed hotly between her thighs.
Again they lay together on the bed, whispering and kissing, then their hands came into play and it was not long before their bodies were demanding more than just kissing and playing.
Brenda was the guide as they moved into an end to end embrace, then each brought her face into the crotch of the other and they were sucking again. A little later, their tongues joined the action and then, within seconds of each other, both were climaxing, their bodies and thighs rubbing, their faces wet and sticky with shared juices, given and accepted so eagerly.
Their orgy continued through a long, lovely evening. Candy's parents were out and would not be home until well after one, she was confident, so she established midnight as her curfew. When that time came, she fouled up Brenda's prediction that she would be too tired to walk, but not by very much.
They dressed and Brenda called a taxi for her. Despite all the action of the evening, while they waited for the cab to arrive, Brenda kept the hem of Candy's dress above her waist so that she could again fondle her thighs and buttocks and feel the heat in her crotch.
It proved to be the beginning of an affair which lasted almost a year, before Brenda took another lover who demanded fidelity of her. Brenda helped Candy find another partner, and Candy was on her way toward being a full time lesbian.
She is still following that road today, at the age of twenty-four. Candy is stunningly beautiful and constantly attracts hungry stares from males. But they are of no interest to her. From time to time she thinks that one day she may go to bed with a man to find out what it's like, but that day hasn't arrived yet and she wonders, vaguely, whether it ever will.