Chapter 9

They walked into the house together while Liz went to the open door. When they entered the house, Kathy tossed a look at Dale who was just getting off the couch with Natalie.

Liz opened the door revealing a good-looking young girl. Thelma was covered by a beautiful floor-length mink coat. "Sorry we're late," Thelma said. She was a pert young blonde with a confection smile.

Natalie shrieked when she saw Thelma. "That coat," she screamed. "That coat." She jumped up and down with glee. "Thelma, it's beautiful. Where did you get it? What did you have to do to get it?"

"Mike gave it to me for being pure and good." She modeled the coat. "Mike's getting the projector out of the car."

Mitch said, "I'll go out and help him." He patted Thelma's butt as he passed her and she turned and tossed him a kiss.

Natalie patted the coat and inspected it from every angle. "Beautiful," she repeated.

Thelma walked up and back, modeling it with professionalism.

"My God," screamed Natalie, "what did it cost? Quick, tell me."

Irving tried to interfere, saying, "For goodness sake, that's none of your business."

Thelma paid no attention to Irv. "Mike paid twenty-two hundred. Practically wholesale."

"You see," Natalie glared at Irv, "some men appreciate their wives."

Irv's answer was, "Some men have wives they can appreciate!"

"Oh, Thelma, let me try it on, please."

"Of course," responded Thelma, "but can I show you the lining first!"

"Yes," Natalie said curiously. "Show us the lining."

Thelma opened the coat wide and let it fall to the floor. She was nude-not a stitch. And she had an awe inspiring figure with firm breasts and a small well-rounded stomach. She did a half turn to show a beautiful backside.

Kathy's eyes popped. Irv grinned. Natalie shrieked with laughter. Dale came closer. Mitch and Mike were still out of the room. Liz stood looking with a small smile of cynicism on her face.

"You know," Liz said-she was the first to speak-, "I've always wanted to do that. But it was you who did it."

"I love it," Thelma said. "I had to wear that beautiful coat on my naked body."

"I would do the same," Natalie said. "And promise me if you ever divorce Mike I want him. I want first crack."

Thelma was walking around the room nude and Kathy couldn't take her eyes off her. It was such a beautiful body and so nude-and with men and women in the room. She looked at Dale. He was mesmerized. As if he were in a trance, his eyes followed Thelma.

Mike and Mitch came in carrying the projector. "Hey," Mike said. "Pick up that coat. It cost me a fortune." He seemed oblivious to his wife's nudity. Mitch didn't even look her way.

Thelma picked up her coat and draped it on but it was still open in the front. Kathy couldn't take her eyes off Thelma. She thought that not in a hundred years could she do anything like that.

Liz introduced Dale and Kathy to Thelma and Mike. Thelma crossed the room to shake hands with Dale. He could think of only one thing-if he could have that body in bed, just once, he'd be willing to die, and happy.

For the first time Kathy had to admit to herself she was glad she had come.

Mitch mixed a drink for the two late arrivals."

Liz addressed the crowd. "Look, if we don't get this show on the road there isn't going to be one. It's getting late. Let's get started."

"Right," said Natalie, "after Thelma, everything will be an anti-climax. But let's get to the anti-climax, or is it the climax?" She laughed.

Mike set up the projection screen while Mitch threaded the machine.

Liz said to Kathy, "We always show a stag film before-hand. It turns us on. Mike knows where to buy them. I hope they don't offend you."

Kathy was now caught up in it. "No, I'm curious. I never saw a stag film."

Both Thelma and Mike poured themselves drinks. Mike said, "I think we're getting a good start. It feels like the last Wilson party and that was fun."

"Fun! It was wild. Irv lost five pounds. This should only be like that," Natalie said. "If we could only think of something new, different."

Liz said, "I have an idea. Remember what made the Wilson party such fun-those costumes. What if we wear something odd like that."

"Fine," Natalie agreed, "but the Wilson's rented theirs. How do we do it?"

"Improvise," Liz said. "Anything is better than going in cold turkey."

"You know," Mike said, "I think you're right because even the stag films don't cause the kick they used to."

"Well, I think I have just the clothes to do it. Now don't go away." Liz rounded up all the girls and they went back into her bedroom.

Just before leaving, Kathy looked at Dale. It was a glancing saying, "Is everything okay?"

Dale smiled his approval and Kathy tagged after the other girls.

Kathy went to the master bedroom. It was opulently furnished with a king-sized bed as the center of attraction. Its headboard and footboard were mirrored.

Liz walked in first and slid open the closet doors. "There are all sorts of things there-nurses uniforms, evening gowns, maid's costumes, even motorcycle garb."

"Great," Thelma said. "I prefer to go nude but I suppose that doesn't go."

Both Natalie and Thelma started to undress. "I'm a 10," Kathy said.

Liz told her, "I've got something just right for you. Mitch will love it."

Something was bothering Kathy. "Does everyone come into the main bedroom. I mean when it starts?"

Thelma and Natalie by this time were walking around nude looking for a proper costume.

Liz explained: "We have four bedrooms and there are four couples. Its a matter of choice."

"Tell you what," Liz said, "you go into the master bathroom and undress, I'll bring you in your clothes."

Kathy went into the bathroom and closed the door gently. There was no turning back now. She started to undress and took off everything but her slip and panties. She couldn't take them off-she just couldn't.

With Kathy in the bathroom with the door closed they couldn't help but talk about her.

Natalie said, "I'm dying to see her without clothes. She had such a cute figure covered up. No wonder your husband is so hot to trot. And plenty of wonder her husband is so hot to trot. You'd think a guy getting a girl like that would appreciate her." Natalie while talking was going through all sorts of clothes.

Liz looked unhappy with Natalie. "Why don't you lay off her. She's obviously a good kid and unspoiled."

Natalie slipped on a pair of full-length black opera hose. "Who needs unspoiled nice kids," she said. "She'll ruin the party and don't say I didn't warn you."

Thelma did some breast exercises with hands outstretched making her boobs snap to attention with each muscle pull. "You mean this is Kathy's first party? Well, what do you know. I wish I were young and naive again. Those were the days."

"Yes," Natalie advised her. "It's the kid's first party and I hate breaking in a beginner. It's hard work."

Thelma laughed. "Tell you what," she said, "you break in Kathy. I'll break in her husband."

Natalie reacted quickly. "Sorry honey. I'm afraid that's my job. I'm stuck with it. Oh well, you take the bad with the good."

Liz laughed. "Natalie, you're all heart. I feel sorry for Dale when you get started on him. He'll think he was caught in a barracuda net."

Liz found a garment she wanted and went into the bathroom where Kathy was staring at herself in the mirror. She said, "Yon won't find any answers in the mirror."

Kathy smiled, "In story books you can. I'm afraid that's not the way it is in real life."

"Please don't worry," Liz begged. "It's not bad. Maybe a little awkward at the beginning. No monsters. No ogres. The men are human even if they are out for thrills." Her tone changed and her hands moved gently down Kathy's back. "What a lovely back-such silky skin." She appeared hypnotized by her own fingers traversing Kathy's spine.

"Thank you," was all Kathy could say. She felt transfixed by the moment. The fingers on her back were pleasant.

"You're such a beautiful girl," Liz went on. "I don't want you to suffer at all ever. It isn't often a girl comes along so perfect in face and figure and yet so-well, so modest."

Kathy felt strange. She also felt like a dope because she could only say again, "Thank you." Liz's fingers on her back felt wonderful and yet she felt guilty. It wasn't right for another woman's touch to be able to give such a reaction.

"You know," Liz said, fingers falling lower each time they traversed Kathy's back until they included most of her backside, "Who's to say how to live a life. Life is short. Why shouldn't we enjoy all the pleasures we can." Her fingers slipped down into Kathy's panties and Kathy felt a warm glow between her legs-a glow she knew shouldn't be there.

"Don't," she said ever so softly. She thought to herself, "Can it be that this lovely lady, queen of a plush household, mother, wife, likes girls? Can it really be?"

"Please, don't," she begged.

But the fingers never stopped. Liz said, "You're a beautiful girl, Kathy. Your magnificent body was made for pleasure." Her hands went to Kathy's breasts from the back and she held Kathy's firm breasts in her two hands, meanwhile drawing her close.

Kathy was fascinated by what she saw in the mirror-Liz holding her like that. It felt good. She felt wanted. Yet she didn't want a woman. Right now she wanted Dale-and how she wanted him. She was awakened and in need.

Liz kissed her shoulder and then turned her around to her. Now she faced Liz. She thought, "Why did I take my clothes off? But at least I left my undies on."

Liz held her face in her hands and kissed her gently on the lips. "I love you," Liz said. "That's all. Now you know. I love you."

Kathy answered stupidly, "Don't say that. You love your husband, your child."

"Yes," Liz said, dreamily, "but in a different way. The love poets speak about-is-the love I have for you." With her mouth on Kathy's she let her hands slide up and Kathy's stomach and into her panties until her fingers gently rubbed into her pubic hair.

Kathy gasped. This was wrong. "Please don't," she said. "I like you. I really do. But I don't have that kind of feeling for girls. I never did. I can't help it. I'm strictly a man's girl."

Kathy wasn't in the least dissuading Liz. "You've never tried. The most satisfactory, most sensitive love in the world is between two women who care. They understand what pleases a woman, what gives her satisfaction." Her fingers rode into Kathy's crotch stealthily, into, but not far into, her love nest. "I love you," she repeated.

A wave of hot feeling engulfed Kathy. She had never experienced anything like this. But it was wrong. She couldn't let it happen. Her hand moved down on top of Liz's hand and she tugged weakly at it but it didn't give. Liz' fingers worked their way further into her wet vagina and thrilled her in waves down to her toes. "Don't" she begged, but she did nothing about it.

"Please hold my breasts," Liz begged huskily. Kathy like an automaton obeyed the order. If she didn't maybe that wonderful feeling in her insides would stop.

"Inside," Liz begged. She was aware she had put her hands on Liz's bra. She put her hands inside the bra. Liz felt good. Her nipples were hard and her palms pressed on the hardness.

"Oh God," Liz said, "Yes. Kiss them please." Meanwhile her fingers were searching Kathy's love hole and finding the proud, erect clit. Kathy gasped.

Liz sunk gently to her knees, spread Kathy's legs just a trifle and put her tongue where her fingers had been.

Kathy moaned and leaned back against the sink. She was aware her panties were now half-way down her legs. If she only had the will power to stop Liz. But she didn't.

Liz sucked at her and she thought nothing had ever been so wonderful as this. She was wet to bursting. Liz's hands clutched her backside, the fingers deep in the crack. Her hands were still on Liz's breasts, the nipples harder than ever.

Once more she had to say it. "Please Liz, don't. I'm not like that. Please."

Liz never stopped for a moment. Kathy could hear that rhythmic sucking sound from deep within herself. The thrill and the passion was growing in her middle. She had to help Liz. She spread her legs more and leaned further back so her crotch was thrown further forward.

Liz responded, greedily increasing the rhythm, her tongue going deeper with each suck.

Kathy whispered, "Mother of God I can't stand it." She thought she'd explode and burst. Liz cooperated by increasing the tempo. Her fingers dug deeper into Kathy's backside. Kathy felt Liz's hot saliva dripping down the inside of her legs. She held Liz's breasts tighter and when her downward glance found Liz's face buried deep in her, she bent and kissed Liz's neck.

Liz's muffled words pleaded, "Bite me. Please bite me." The feeling in her love bug was hot and a climax was near. Kathy knew when an orgasm was close. It was close now and she had to have release. She must do everything to please Liz.

She bit deep into Liz's neck.

Liz gasped. "Yes, that's good, good, good." She attacked Kathy with more power.

"Now," Kathy gasped and Liz forced her tongue higher than it had ever been. Then it happened. It was the best Kathy had ever experienced. Every muscle in her body tingled with pleasure. Her insides screamed satisfaction. Her sounds were that of a savage and she pulled at Liz's hair.

"Yes," said Liz with satisfaction. "Yes, tell your lover how good it is. Tell her again."

"It's wonderful," moaned Kathy.

Then there was gratifying silence. Liz stood up and kissed Kathy on the lips.

"I'm so ashamed," Kathy said. "I didn't mean to."

Liz only kissed and fondled her. "Now," she said, "just put on this costume. The others will wonder what has happened to us. Oh, please don't say anything. Nobody here knows."

"I won't," Kathy said.