Chapter 4
It took a full day before Helen worked up the courage to go see Sandy. Now that the urgency of lust was past, the redhead felt guilty about spying so shamelessly on her neighbor's dalliance with the teen-aged gardener. She knew she would have to be well prepared before she faced Sandy. Otherwise, her guilt might show in her blushing face. At twenty-six, Helen still blushed when she was embarrassed.
After long rationalizations in which Helen told herself she had been so shameless only because her need was so great, she went to see her friend. After what she had seen of Sandy's reckless lust, Helen could imagine her friend would understand if she knew what she had done. She might even be turned on by it....
"Helen! I'm so glad to see you! I was wondering when you were going to come by!" The blonde took Helen's hand and led her eagerly to the kitchen. "I'm just fixing myself a treat. Sit down and share it with me!"
It was just like Sandy, Helen thought. She had only been in the older woman's company a few minutes and already she felt better ... about everything. Again she admired her friend's cheerful nature, although this time with more understanding than she had possessed in the past. Helen knew now what made Sandy so cheerful, or she thought she knew. It might even be because of her good cheer that the young gardener had sought her out as a lover. Maybe it was those who were sure of their deserts in life that good things happened to. Helen tried to put on a happy face to match her friend's.
Sandy set a steaming cup of coffee and a liqueur glass in front of Helen. "B & B goes great with coffee, Helen. Try it. It's my favorite pick-me-up."
Helen sipped the liqueur and discovered it was delicious. It made her feel tingly all over. Another reason why Sandy was always so cheerful? she wondered. "It's good, this stuff. What is it again?"
"B & B. Benedictine and brandy. A scrumptious concoction brewed up by those cute French monks. It's my one extravagance." She raised her eyes apologetically skyward. "Well, one of my few anyway."
Before she knew it Helen had finished her liqueur, though she had scarcely touched her coffee. Sandy poured her another glassful. "I don't think I should, Sandy," she protested. "I already feel tipsy."
"What the hell! It's mid-afternoon. What have you got to do anyway until your lord and master comes home? I, for one, like to enjoy myself in those precious moments before Joe shows up. The rest of the night, I know I'll be getting him this and getting him that. Soothing his troubled brow."
Despite her negative comments about her husband, Sandy still seemed as cheerful as ever. But Helen guessed she had been into the B & B before her arrival.
"You know what would go great with this? Some chocolates! Now where did I put that box?"
Watching the pretty blonde rummaging in the kitchen cupboards brought a hot surge to Helen's cunt. She was vividly reminded of how Sandy's ass had looked without her tan slacks, squirming in the air while she sucked the cock of a young eager boy.
Helen felt her cheeks grow hot. She was blushing. She was excited.
She hoped desperately that Sandy would not notice her discomfort. No such luck! Sandy was an observant woman.
"What's the matter with you, sweetie? Here, have a chocolate!" She pulled her chair close to Helen's. "Now give! Nobody blushes like that for no good reason!"
Helen sensed the other woman's eagerness and it confused her. It was almost as if Sandy were aroused. She could smell the blonde's perfume and it was doing odd things to her. She was trembling.
Helen knew the easiest way for her out of any dilemma was to tell the truth. She had never been very good at lying. It usually fouled her up. Without looking into her friend's excited eyes, she ventured a quick stab at the embarrassing truth. "I was just thinking ... I mean, I ... the other day ... yesterday, I mean ... I watched you ... with Jorge...."
She looked cautiously into her friend's face, anxiously awaiting her reaction. She prayed her confession would not lose her the best friend she had. Sandy seemed stunned at first. Then gradually her surprise turned to obvious excitement.
"You mean yesterday ... you watched me ... sucking Jorge's cock?"
Helen hung her head and nodded. Her face was burning worse than ever. She managed to bleat out a feeble, "Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."
Sandy's hands gripped the younger woman's shoulders. "You don't have to apoligize, sweetie. I imagine if I happened on a sight like that, I might be tempted to stay and watch. In fact, I know damned well I would!" She paused a moment. Her eyes sparkled. "Did it excite you, Helen?" She began to caress Helen's arm. The redhead was getting goose bumps all over without understanding why.
"Yes, I ... I got awful excited." The alcohol was galloping through Helen's blood. It was beginning to open her up to the thrilling side of the situation. Instead of feeling embarrassed or guilty, she began to get hot. She was seeing again the way Sandy had looked the day before kneeling naked in front of the handsome boy with his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her cunt pulsed in wet remembrance.
Encouraged by the younger woman's excitement, Sandy grew bolder in her prodding. "Did you play with yourself, Helen? I know I would have. Jorge has such a beautiful body, doesn't he?"
Helen grinned shyly at her friend. "So do you!"
Sandy laughed. The hand on Helen's arm seemed to fall by accident to the younger woman's ripe tit. "I was putting on quite a show, wasn't I?"
Wrestling with the hot thoughts and tingling passions vying for possession of her body, Helen was totally unprepared when Sandy gripped her tit wantonly and kissed her. She was startled she did not think to resist the tongue that forced its way between her lips. Then it was too late. By then, the forbidden raunchy feelings were already gripping her senses. She was liking it. She was liking it a lot.
"Mmmmm," Sandy moaned as her tongue probed Helen's. She forced the redhead to respond, to stick out her own tongue to play the sensual game. Both hands now were on Helen's tits, kneading the yielding flesh greedily. Even through Helen's blouse and bra she could feel the rising buds of her nipples. "You're beautiful, Helen! I've been wanting to do this for so long!" Again her mouth closed on the younger woman's. The passion grew more intense. Helen found herself returning the kiss without thinking about why she was doing this and whether or not she should stop.
The redhead was overwhelmed by the novelty of the situation and its sheer surging excitement. It seemed preposterous that she should be accepting kisses and caresses from another woman. Despite all her frustration, she had never suspected she might be a lesbian. Yet there could be no denying the fluttering joy that ricocheted from her mouth, to her tits, to her quaking cunt and back up again.
Timidly, she reached for Sandy's tits. The blonde wore no bra and her breast-flesh felt soft and inviting under her skimpy cotton blouse. Helen could scarcely believe how satisfying it felt to stroke another woman's tits. It was as if without even knowing it, she had been longing forever to do this thing. While she explored Sandy's tits, her own tits throbbed with the attentions of the older woman's hands. Helen's long-repressed horniness began to rush for freedom, for satisfaction. The redhead found herself yielding to the depraved temptation of Sandy's mouth and hands. She realized she did not want to be noble and good when her alternative was to be sexy and satisfied.
It was incredible to think that all the time they had been friends, Sandy had been lusting for her body. Helen had had no idea of the blonde's desires. It made her tremble to think she had befriended a woman with unnatural designs on her vulnerable body. Trembling with fear and excitement, she knew only that Sandy's touch was something she wanted more of.
When she felt Sandy pulling open her blouse and tugging on her bra, new tremors of anticipation shook her. The first contact of Sandy's hand on her hard nipple sent jolts of pleasure to her cunt that were almost like coming. She moaned and returned her kiss with mounting frenzy. It was so good. She didn't care if it was wrong. Sandy was her friend. She trusted her friend to take good care of her.
Noting that the redhead was abandoning her body tensions with amazing speed, Sandy took quick advantage of her surrender to pleasure. By the first tightness she had felt in Helen's mouth, she knew the redhead was a stranger to love between women. The thought only egged Sandy on in her lust. She broke away from their fierce kiss and dropped her head to Helen's tits. She took first one nipple and then the other into her mouth and sucked hungrily. Helen's moans of delight, her hands stroking her hair, told Sandy she was on a clear course for seduction. The blonde's cunt was throbbing hungrily. She knew what she wanted. She decided to take it now.
She pushed back her chair and dropped to her knees between Helen's thighs. Smiling reassuringly up at the stunned redhead, she pushed up her skirt and stroked the moist strip of the crotchband of Helen's panties. She could feel the younger woman's clit. "Oh, sweetie ... you're so excited, aren't you? Your clit feels so hard, it turns me on! I want to make it feel good, Helen! Will you let me?"
Already the blonde was helping Helen to wriggle out of her panties, and the tipsy redhead could think no farther than the excited pulsing in her cunt. She wanted what Sandy wanted to give her. No matter how depraved such exploring between women might be, Sandy had already shown her she knew how to please her. Helen could not bear the thought of tearing herself away before she had investigated the other thrills Sandy had in mind. Her cunt wanted attention, and her cunt was a tyrant.
She saw Sandy smile at her and she tried to smile back. The gesture collapsed into one of excitement as Sandy began to stroke the wet lips of her cunt. "It's going to feel so good, Helen. I promise you! You like to be hot just like me! We can be good for each other."
"Uuuuhhh...." The blonde was prodding the yielding hole of Helen's cunt. Helen's eyes closed in dreamy surrender and she squirmed her asscheeks closer to the edge of the chair. In lewd rhythm, she jerked her cunt upward in search of more of the inciting caresses.
What she got was more than she bargained for!
"Aaaaiiiieeeee!" Her thighs fell open as wide as they would go. Her cunt nudged hard against the face of the woman who was licking the sensitized lips of her cunt. Helen was filled with delight and confusion. She was sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of lust. In her weakened condition she could only think that it was well worth it. Her body had never felt so intensely, so wantonly alive!
Never in her wildest dreams had Helen thought she would one day he reveling in the forbidden abandon of lesbian love. It had never occurred to her that she could find the passion she had been missing in the arms of another woman. But Sandy's lewd tonguing was stripping her of the last of her reason. It was smothering her in unspeakable delights. Though her husband ate her cunt from time to time, Helen could not remember that it had ever felt so good as it did at this very moment. Sandy was uncovering responses that Helen had never felt before!
"Oh, God! God, lick my cunt like that!" She felt very depraved, sitting with her thighs spread wide, her hair tossed back, her hands gripping the head of the woman who was eating the wet hot juices of her cunt. She felt Sandy's tongue slide round and round the peak of her blood-engorged clit. It slid down at last to probe the heated territory of her cunt-opening. The blonde tonguefucked her to mewling distraction before moving down to prod her vulnerable asshole. The combination of sensations had Helen's brain reeling. She scarcely knew which way was up and she certainly did not care. Not as long as the mouth kept attending to her craving cunt.
For just an instant, Sandy paused over her obscene labors. She gazed up at the flushed, slack-jawed face of her stunned lover. "You're beautiful, Helen! Your cunt tastes so good!" To prove the truth of her words, she immediately returned her lips to Helen's cunt. She nibbled the soft flesh wantonly. She ran her tongue up and down the quivering contours. With every move she made, she drove Helen closer to her climax.
The blonde's energy seemed boundless. She seemed not in the slightest hurry to be done with her lurid task. With moans and quivers of delight, she let Helen know how much she was enjoying eating her cunt. Each time that Helen thought she could not go any higher without completely falling apart, Sandy pulled something new from her bag of tricks. She brought out the greed in Helen that kept her hanging on-for the promise of more erotic joys to come.
Helen caressed Sandy's soft curls as the older woman's head bobbed between her wide-open thighs. She was experiencing what seemed an unnatural attachment to the woman who was freeing her so nicely of the frustrations that had been plaguing her. She wanted to tell Sandy that she loved her for what she was doing, but she did not dare. Even though they were engaged in a wanton act, Helen still feared making some statement that might label her queer. To enjoy might be all right. To go all the way to romantic attachment was too frightening a prospect to play with ... even now, with her cunt pulsing for more and more satisfaction.
"Oh, yeah ... you're making me feel so good, Sandy! God, I needed it so bad! I didn't know how bad I needed it till now!" It was true. Though she gave herself lots of attention, her hands could never replace the input from a sensual stimulating lover. She had forgotten how wonderful it could be to be thoroughly excited. She had started to get that way with Ray when he had stuck his cock in her cunt after her dream. But he had cut her off in the midst of her passion. Left her feeling dry and resentful. Sandy would not do that. She could tell. Sandy would keep on licking and sucking her cunt just as long as Helen needed her to. It was good to know that. It made the excitement all the sweeter to know it would not be choked just at the moment of blooming.
Helen had no idea how long the other woman had been licking and sucking her cunt when finally the flood of release started to move in on her. A lazy smile curled her features as she surrendered to the climax that had been creeping up on her for so long. "Oooooohhhh ... oh, I'm commming!" She held Sandy's face against her cunt until the last of her passion was spent. The throbbing of delight in her cunt went on long after the wrenching orgasm had passed. Her nerve-endings were still painfully sensitized. "God, that was good! I don't believe how good it was!"
She saw her new lover smiling up at her. Sandy was clearly proud of herself for the sensual havoc she had wreaked. "That was really something, Sandy. I never imagined I'd ever experience something like that ... with another woman." She started to feel shy again, now that the urgent passion was over. She looked away from Sandy's eager gaze.
Sandy touched her chin gently and forced her to look at her. "Don't be embarrassed, Helen. Pleasure is good. We deserve it, you and I. Maybe our husbands aren't as hot in the sack as they used to be. That doesn't mean we have to dry up inside."
Hearing words like that about Ray from someone else made Helen defensive. She knew there was truth in what Sandy was saying, but still she felt a fierce loyalty to the man who had been her husband for seven years. "Ray tries. He tries hard. He's a good lover to me. Really!"
Sandy grinned and poured them another drink. Helen awkwardly smoothed down her skirt and retrieved her panties. She stuffed them quickly into her pocket. Sandy handed her a drink. "I think maybe the lady's protesting too much. Okay, so you're loyal to your man. So am I. Hell, I wouldn't be with him if I weren't. But we're just going through different stages right now, Joe and me. He's got his things going, I'm sure of that. Why shouldn't I have mine?"
Helen sipped her B & B thoughtfully. She had never once thought that Ray might have lovers. Her husband seemed so loyal, so practical ... She blushed guiltily. If Ray did have a lover, then she would not have to feel like a traitor for what she was doing. In her dreams. With another woman.
She decided to let herself go on the assumption that Ray might have his flings on the side. After seven years of marriage ... now that she thought about it, it seemed logical.
"I guess you're right, Sandy."
"Sure I'm right." The blonde's eyes twinkled as she drained the last of her drink. "Feel better now?"
"Yes ... Except about one thing...."
"What's that?"
"You made me feel so good. I want to do something for you."
Sandy took her hand and helped her to her feet. "I was hoping you might say that, sweetie. Why don't we go to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable?"
The afternoon's lesson went on and on. Helen was barely home in time to fix Ray a dinner of hamburger and salad. Her whole body tingled with her wonderful secret as she watched her husband eat.