Chapter 10
Why don't you take off that smart blue dress, Gad? I'd like to try out some poses for my painting." Janice's green eyes twinkled.
Janice arose, unzipped her torero pants and out of them emerged the pale-fleshed scissors of her slim legs and compact thighs. "Just to encourage you," she chuckled, and off came the blouse. Both vestments were flung on a chair. Janice stood before Gail, legs wide apart, open to her inspection. "There isn't too much of me but what there is, is prime."
Gad stared fascinated at the pale almost-boy; the skin was so transparent, the blue veins emerged like fine pencil tracings. As Janice smiled her teeth gleamed white as cream. Gad inspected the bony diagram of the girl's body, the skin of greenish-white hue. The broad chest made the twin mounds of breasts look inconsequential so that the oversized, deep-red nipples appeared extra large. Against her will, Gail's eyes fastened at a strategic point where strippers wear fig leaves.
"Yes, I'm a true redhead," giggled Janice, and you prove the same to me."
The lights were dim and Janice's oriental perfume made Gail feel dreamy. And why not, she thought? What have I got to lose? I've lost it long ago, she pursued the thought.
Janice helped her undress. "Hm, black undies. So tartish, but I love it." Her nimble fingers removed the panties and the bra-worn for this occasion-and now it was Janice's turn to look and admire."
"Hm," she licked her lips like a kid staring at a cake behind a shop window, "delightfully delicious. Crisp and brown. And those impudent chest attachments. You are too twentieth centurish tobea Diana, too ecclectic. Yes," she walked around Gail to see that living masterpiece from all angles, "you are an abstractionist's dream. Those almost-curves." Her hands flicked over the buttocks, and now moved forward down the thighs, making Gail vibrate. Now those artistic hands, infinitely gentle and knowing, moved over concave abdomen and finally cupped Gad's breasts, who felt dizzy with repressed anticipation.
Janice fronted her close, nipple touching nipple, and started weaving from side to side, increasing friction by pressing close. Finally their lips came together, remained fused with Janice's tongue exploring. Wrapped in tight embrace, hands straying on each other's backs, they tested their skin resilience. Gad never recalled how they landed on the sheet.
But she would forever remember the tender, intimate caresses of the girl who was now kneeling over her, fanning the fires of desire expertly and with deliberate tantalizing slowness. Gail felt strange; to her, Janice was a young boy, eager and curious to discover the secrets of Eros. Yet her kisses were seasoned by a thousand years of living and the spice of her allure was in the deftness of her hands and in the delicate and to Gail novel caresses the girl bestowed upon her. Her legs strained, her insides were tight with excitement and her breasts ached wanting to be fondled by this expert.
Gail sighed and shifted position. Janice's hair was much softer than hers-silk like Myra's. But she didn't want to think of Myra now. Spasms shook her body and she surrendered to Janice's knowing administrations, twisting and moaning, scorched by ribbons of fire.
"Give," ordered Janice, and Gail soared to the peak of ecstasy.
Immobile, wrapped in the mantle of euphoria, Gail felt far away in a wondrous twilight of the senses, suspended in a web of no recall. Her body like a cloud.
Janice's kiss made Gail open her eyes. "Do come back to earth, darling, stars may be nice, but I'm here."
Her skin is infinitely more delicate than mine, reflected Gail, her lips tracing the blue veins, laving the boyish form. Janice's hands were on Gail's shoulders, now pressing down, her entire body a white arc, an offering, an ecstatic exhibiting of each tender curve and hollow, withholding nothing from lip or hand.
"Oooh, sooo good," sighed Janice, twisting and moaning, surrendering to the moment of unique, exquisite pleasure.
Brusquely Gail detached herself and sat up. A door closed and stealthy steps approached the bed. She jumped up, her eyes frightened, and stared at Kent Miles who stood there, a faunish grin on his face.
Gail sputtered and choked. "What-how did you get in here?"
Janice's giggle hit her ears. "I thought it would be more exciting-this way. And I didn't mind. Kent is an experienced voyeur."
Gad frowned at Janice. She grabbed up the sheet wrapping it around her nudity. "Janice, you knew all the time-why-that's why you didn't want me to come into the kitchen...."
"It's a bit late for covering up, don't you think, Gail?" Kent's smile was impudent. "Drop that sheet, don't be childish."
"Well, let her keep covered if she prefers it," said Janice. "And Gail, you don't have to be a party to what-might happen. Of course, I'd much rather we all had our fun together."
Somehow, the blanket slipped to the floor. Gail looked at Kent who wore nothing but his beard. She let out a giggle. "If you could only see yourself, Kent; you look like an animated coat hanger."
That caused a general outburst of laughter and the ice was broken.
Kent looked from Gail to Janice. "Two Venuses and only one Eros," he chuckled. "It takes a good man but I feel up to it." Saying this, he lay down next to Janice, winking at Gail. "We don't mind an audience of one, do we, Janice?"
"Two is nice, but three adds spice," quoth Janice. "Join the crowd everybody." She beckoned to Gail who came over and perched at the foot of the bed. Gail's heart was pounding. This is evil, it flitted through her brain even while her eyes glued to the thrilling spectacle. Kent's performance was more brilliant than she'd ever dreamt, and their two skin tones, light tan on alabaster, formed an exciting contrast.
He seemed like a huge faun having fun with a wood nymph who didn't flee but was ready and willing for the capture. Paralyzed, shaken by alternate hot and cold shivers, Gail listened to their panting that turned into moans. Their faces were a study in lust. Kent's features, a tight, tortured mask. His beard causing a giggle from Janice as he used it as a brush down her front. His big spread hands covered the slim thighs and now they moved to arrange the captive body.
Watching their hot, glazed eyes, noticing the spasm shaking man and woman body, Gail felt left out, abandoned. Her nerves were on edge; she felt hollow inside. They didn't need her; they had fun without her.
She felt Janice's eyes on her, saw the outstretched hand. "Don't stay on your island, dear, there's room for all of us." Janice pulled and Gail fell forward, her head landing on Janice's chest. Two pairs of legs entwined hers snake-like. She felt caught in the web of flesh. Hard and soft. Suddenly she jumped as the enemy attacked in the rear. She cried out wanting to squirm away, but the impact was too great.
"Just a little divertimento," Kent's voice sounded hoarse, as he now released her.
Gail watched, had to watch as Kent, the leader of this strange rite, took possession of Janice, burying himself, going underground, moving rhythmically and forcefully so that Gail had to move along.
Janice's eyes were glazed. "Gail, you touch me," she whispered.
Gail's mouth closed over the sugar cone and their three rhythms blended. Faster. Faster. Three bodies touching intimately, friction causing final eruption.
An outcry and then a deep moan. Gail sank back on the pillow closing her eyes, feeling faint, yet oddly stirred up. Her nerves vibrated, eagerly partaking of the communal heathen feast.
The bed springs creaked as Janice jumped up and disappeared in the bathroom. A huge spider was moving up Gad's thigh, irritating her skin. Now a second one. Opening her eyes, she saw his pale face which was bent over her, and she felt the crisp beard brushing her skin.
"Better rest," she said idiotically, "you're tired."
"I need your assistance," he whispered.
The miracle happened; a shoot grew into a hard-cored club which he now used as a spear. Gail was his star fish, wiggling, moaning in a wild frenzy which turned into exultation as Janice joined the party, adding to Gail's shivering delight.
Aware of her body giving and receiving pleasure, with Janice as a guiding spirit, fiery waves spilled over Gail, now inundating her, insulating her against all the outer world. Her senses fused into one sensual paroxysm of dissolving climax. She was floating down the calm river of appeasement....