Chapter 5
Jan had never actually known remorse following one of her seductions. There had been occasions when fear of discovery had kept her on a nervous keel the following day, and times like this Friday morning when she suffered with a hangover from the liquor she had consumed throughout the remainder of the afternoon and evening after Dickie had left. She was not worried, however, that her little darling was about to share his lustful secret with anyone. Surprisingly enough, he hadn't been ashamed when it was all over, and was pleased when she kissed him at the door, then whispered that next time they would do all the things she had promised.
Now, she smiled to herself as she lie in bed, though her head felt as if it were about to burst. She had taken two aspirin and was on her second vodka-tonic, having long-since learned that a bit-of-the-hair-of-the-dog was truly a remedy ... at least it was for her. She could hear Shelly's voice on the telephone, phoning her student's homes as she instructed and canceling all lessons for the day ...
"Yes, man ... Miss Arlen isn't feeling at all well ... A touch of the flu, she thinks, Mrs. Harvey ... Yes, I'll tell her, and thank you ... "
The girl was quite capable, Jan thought as she listened to her proficiently handling the task. She stretched languorously in the bed, the thin satin-sheet alone covering her nakedness. Once more, she sipped from the glass, mentally noting that her vile headache was beginning to subside. Really, she needed an extra day's rest once in awhile, one in which she did nothing but good-off and lazily lie around, not even bothering to get dressed. Shelly could fix her some breakfast and lunch when she was ready for it ...
"I've called them all, Miss Arlen," the tall lissome girl informed from the doorway in her young, throaty voice, her slender fingers combing at her short hair. "No problems," she added, her dark-eyes discerningly sweeping over Jan's outlined curves beneath the covering sheet.
"Thank you, Shelly. You can just go on with your regular cleaning if you like," Jan said. "Every thing but this room ... "
"I forgot to pick up my check yesterday, Miss Arlen," the teenager calmly interrupted.
"Oh ... I'm terribly sorry, Shelly. I forgot ail about it," Jan apologized. "I hope it didn't cause you too much inconvenience?"
"With the exception of my father's flying into a rage, none at all," she replied, mater-of-factly. "I forgot it, too; then after I'd left, I remembered, and came back."
For a long moment, Jan weighed her words, watching the unmoving willowy figure framed in the open doorway, subconsciously noting that it was briefly covered with the same garments that had adorned it yesterday. The attractive teenager's statement struck a dischording note of possible meaning then, and reflexively, the blonde girl raised to her elbows, the sheet being concealingly held in place by the tiny peaks of her semi-hardened, pink nipples. A sinking sensation gripped at the base of her belly as she stared into the shrewd, calculating eyes of her young curvaceous employee.
"You ... . you came back ... ?" Jan finally questioned, surprised at the hoarseness of her own voice.
Shelly slowly nodded, her dark-eyes never leaving the older .girl's slackened, open-mouthed face. She moved silently inside the doorway then, closing the barrier with a soundless effort, she said: "Queer world, isn't it, Miss Arlen? Everyone has their particular ... or should I say, peculiar desires ... wants ... and hang-ups. Now ... you take me. I really don't ask for very much, but it's no good at home and I want to fly the coop. The problem is, my old-man never lets me get enough bread together to feather out my wings! He's always got his hand out for beer-money. And you know, it wouldn't take too much cash to care for Shelly? That is, I'm frugal, Miss Arlen. Why ... a thousand dollars would probably look after my wants and needs for a damn long time ... know what I mean?"
Jan stared at the youthful girl who was slowly approaching her bed, an expression of innocence brightening her face. Yes, yes ... the horrifying part was that she feared she did know what the teenager meant ... and only too well! Blackmail! My God, she'd seen them ... !
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about, Shelly ... " Jan said without realizing that she'd spoken the words.
The lovely young girl's pretty face broadened in smile. "Oh, come on now, Miss Arlen. Games are fun up to a point ... but we've played this one out! I watched you suck-off Dickie Edwards yesterday afternoon! Now, what the hell more do you want me to say? Like ... I'm going to have a chat with his mama?"
Jan's arms collapsed, but not before the sheet fell away, leaving her lying there with the rounded white mounds of her full breasts completely exposed. She was hardly aware of the revelation, but had she looked closely at her teenaged blackmailer she would have known that the younger girl was.
Shelly sensed the hot ripples of arousal the sight of Jan Arlen's naked white breasts were kindling within her. She thought of how she had lain awake the night before remembering them, and all of the other soft, feminine delicacies the blonde beauty possessed ... but hardly more than she'd remembered Dickie Edward's cock! Mother ... what was it with her, anyway? Where from here? She hadn't slept all night with the turmoil of it tearing at her brain! Male! Female! Both ... ?
At the moment, she saw only the enticing beauty of the older blonde girl's naked white breasts, and the urge to touch them, caress them, even kiss and suck them was a growing overwhelming passion inside her. She moved toward the bed, silently sitting down on its edge beside the staring older girl.
"Don't worry, Miss Arlen ... Jan ... " she half-whispered in her youthful husky tones. "I won't sell you out ... if you're nice to me. Look . , she said, suddenly reaching into her shirt pocket. "I brought us some pot to smoke! It's like heaven compared to that crap you're drinking! I mean, no hangover ... nothing but a beautiful ride on the clouds up there ... just you and me, all alone today ... two love-hungry girls with no place to go ... but to each other!"
Jan heard herself whimper as the teenager lay her hand on the sheet covering her rib-cage, then smooth it upward until it actually touched her exposed naked breast! The hot softness of the girl's warm hand against the resilient white mound was indescribable! Again, she' moaned aloud, her mind a racing inferno of trapping, yet, sensually arousing thoughts as the enticing teenager began to caressingly massage the fullness of her firmly rounded breast with delicious, provoking strokes.
"Wh ... What are you trying to do ... ?" Jan chokingly questioned. "M —My God, Shelly ... I—I'll give you the money to leave ... a thousand dollars ... "
"I want more! I want more! Miss Arlen ... Jan, baby ... ! ! want you!" the teenager hoarsely whispered. "I want you to eat my cunt the way you ... you sucked Dickie off yesterday! I want that ... and I want to lick your pussy while you do it! I don't care what happens ... that's what I want, and that's ... that's what we're going to do ... !"
"Oh ... oh, my God!" Jan exclaimed, the phrase more of a vent to her own mounting passions than shock at what the girl had said. She had never before known the intimate touch of another female, not the understanding warmth it could fire within her naked body. She sensed the uncontrollable hot seepage that had immediately started to secrete from between her flushing pussy-lips, moistening her soft, inner-thighs, the warming sensations at the base of her belly from the young girl's erotically knowing hand. "This ... this isn't right, Shelly! It isn't, you know ... I—I'm just not that type of person ... "
'Type ... ? Well now ... " Shelly hissed, her young dark-eyes narrowing, "Just what type would you classify yourself, Honey? I mean, sucking boy-cocks for a mature woman must be considered some sort of aberration, wouldn't you think?"
Jan continued to stare in disbelief at the younger girl, unable to comprehend the aroused sensations her delicate teenaged hand had sensually touched off within her. She had never felt so at loss for words in her life, not so completely and helplessly entrapped. Suddenly, she realized that she was rolling her head back and forth on the pillow in a negative gesture of confusion ...
"Oh, it's all right, Miss Arlen," Shelly soothed, leaning over her to brush a soft, warm hand across her brow and slowly down the line of her cheek, her fingertips lightly tracing the almost imperceptible bone structure beneath. "I—I've never considered myself that type, as you put it, either ... but today, I am ... and you're going to be ... at least, just this once ... " She sat upright then and reached into her shirt pocket, bringing out two brown-papered cylinders, resembling small cigars. Without a word, she found a book of matches in the same pocket and lighted one. Then, she said: "Now watch me to see how I do it."
Jan did, and in shocked fascination at knowing that the lithe girl was boldly puffing on a marijuana cigarette right in her very home ... and that shortly, she would be expected by her young blackmailing temptress to do the same! My God, could it really be happening? Yes ... yes ... she could actually smell the almost sickening sweet aroma of the cannabis resin ... . pure hashish! Somewhere, she had read that ... !
"Slowly at first, Honey," Shelly said, placing the burning weed between Jan's fingers. Then, she lighted the other one. "Like this," she instructed once more, drawing on it gently, but deeply, inhaling in the same manner.
Jan could never answer even to herself why she did it, but it was as if she knew there was no alternative, and hesitantly, she did as the youthful, dark-eyed girl instructed, surprised that the taste was strange but not unpleasant. She watched Shelly eagerly nodding her head, a tiny sparkle in the depth of her eyes beginning to show itself. With less hesitation, she repeated the act, taking more of the smoke and drawing it deeper into her lungs, holding it there for long seconds in the manner of the tomboyish, maturely curved teenager.
Neither spoke for a space of minutes, while Jan continued to more daringly experiment. After a few inhalations, she realized that she hardly noticed it going down; it was that smooth. Finally, she took a long, deep measure of the smoke and held it as long as did Shelly seated on the bed beside her.
"You like it don't you, Honey?" the girl said with a soft, warm smile, her husky voice seeming to come from a great distance off.
"I ... I really don't know," Jan replied, aware that she herself was smiling, and that a light little laugh had come from her throat. But in truth, she was beginning to feel feathery ... very fluffy and wonderful ... and the longer she withheld the smoke, the more elated she seemed to become. She saw Shelly Carter's enticing young face smiling at her, almost as if it were floating in the air and ... coming down toward her. Soft and gentle young hands moved along the keenly sensitive flesh of her naked arms and shoulders ... and then, once more to her now, hardened nippled breasts, causing a fiery little tingle to spread through the erogenous white mounds. A fleeting trace of apprehension made its presence known within her, but it was immediately diluted in the realm of warmth the cigarette had captivatingly spread throughout her entire being.
Possessively, Jan started to reach out and cup the lovely young face, but it seemed to drift away, out of her reach, and then she sensed the cigarette being taken from her fingers.
"I think we've both had just enough, Honey," the face's exquisite mouth whispered. "Now, I'm going to get naked ... and lie down beside you ... and we'll both find out things ... together ... ."
Jan swallowed tightly, her mind beginning to fill with its particular vein of erotic stimulation from Shelly's suggestive words. She watched as the alluring teenager quickly stripped away her clothes, revealing the smoothly flowing curves of her youthful white nakedness, from the firmly thrusting, mounds of her young cherry-nippled breasts, down her slender waist and soft belly to the dark, silken triangle of curls between her fully rounded thighs and long, shapely legs. A brief sensation of confusion again flittered through Jan as she gaped at the delicate, feminine beauty in its naked white loveliness, but she refused to let it linger. Her lecherous obsession to possess youth was too overwhelming. Something wickedly fascinating ... strangely forbidden and sensuously beautiful was about to happen and she wanted it ... perhaps, needed it, just as this bewitching young girl before her needed it ... whatever it was ... !
Shelly could hardly believe it was happening the very way she'd planned that it would. Yet, even hi her own excitement and with the crazy high of the pot's exhilarating world, she still felt bewildered with herself, both aggressive and passive. A wild feeling was tormenting her belly, and she suspected that Jan Arlen was probably experiencing the same. The intimate touch of another girl had never really been her desire ... had it? And right at that moment the idea was both inciting and revolting her, the combination of the two stupid emotions causing her to wonder why she had schemed the whole scene into being! Miss Arlen was no lesbian, anymore than was she, herself, yet, damnit, the sight of her lying there with the sheet only half-covering her, and the expression in those cat-like green-eyes ... ! There wasn't any question! They both wanted each other ... !
Pushing all thought from her mind, Shelly bent over the bed and drew the satin covering from Jan's naked white body, then lowered herself down beside her, surprised when Jan immediately raised up to engulf her inside her soft arms. Shelly couldn't restrain the little whimper as the older girl drew her young body against her, until they made hot, pressing contact and her own lithe suppleness seemed to flow into Jan's quivering soft contours. Eagerly, Shelly smoothed her one hand to clasp with open palm at the voluptuous blonde's velvety-skinned back, while with the other she cupped with gentle fingers her full, yielding breast.
Jan gasped at the initial contact, buoyantly electrified by the soft, small hands caressing her, and she lecherously drew Shelly's youthful nakedness tightly to her, while she pressed her own tremulous curves hotly against the girl. She bent her head downward while Shelly raised hers, both of them straining until their lips met. It was a timid union at first, each feeling the quiveringly warm, delineated imprint of the other „ ... and then their kiss grew more fervent.
Both sensed their confused rigidity relaxing under the hot sensuousness of their building desire, their tiny voluptuously soft bodies hotly following suit. In mounting passion, they began to rub briskly against one another, their aroused loins writhing to meet as were their lips.
"Oh ... oh damn, Miss Arlen ... !" Shelly breathed heatedly into the golden-haired, older girl's carnally awakened face. "I-I don't know what made ... made me want to ... but you're so beautiful ... !"
"Shhhh ... don't question it, Baby ... don't even speak!" Jan hissed, completely swept up in the erotic salacity of their act, forcing her small pink tongue wetly into the receptive teenaged mouth before her. Simultaneously, one eager hand began to feel and caress the girl's smaller, firm breasts, gently pinching and taunting their tiny dark-nipples into little marbles of hardness. Restlessly, it brushed with exploring fingers down along her ribs to the flowing swell of her young full hips, there, smoothing behind to possessively clutch and massage the naked ovals of Shelly's full, warm-fleshed buttocks.
Shelly moaned behind closed eyes, reveling in her drug-induced euphoria. Once more, she sensed Jan's long slender fingers flitting up her rib-cage to finally catch at a nipple, rolling and taunting it in a tenderly understanding caress that only a woman could know. She felt her whole infused body quiver at the lewd forbiddeness of their lovemaking. Her brain reeled in mounting lust, and she knew, had she wanted to, it was too late to change her mind. She couldn't resist the lecherous advances she had unleashed within the now feverish, golden-haired girl.
Jan's enthusiastic fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently rolled her onto her back, her head upon the pillow. Her breasts rose and fell with every panting gasp, and she opened her eyes to see the young woman's beautiful, soft mouth engulfing one of their nipples. All of the ruby-like areola with its hardened bud disappeared in a hot, moist heat within her sucking lips, then a swift flicking tongue sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward along the nerve-ends of her naked flesh to her pot-glazed brain. Breathing heavily, Jan orally sucked and tongued the satin-like, firm mounds of cherry-crested flesh, while her hot, tremulous thigh raised to slither over Shelly's, entwining around it, the soft golden-curls at the base of her belly brushing warmly against the teenager's smoothly arched hips. Again, she raised her impassioned face and her lush, parted lips found the girl's, as with fiery possession she darted her hot little tongue info the teenager's whimpering mouth.
God, she could hardly believe the intense flames which the delicious nearness and feel of Shelly's soft naked body had touched off inside her. It had to be the marijuana twisting her mind, blinding her into such licentious doings, making her want to possess this girl as much as any boy she had ever seduced! Her churning belly and hot, flushed loins seethed with her mounting desire. Suddenly, she felt the teenager's tiny damp tongue worm hotly up into her mouth and she hungrily sucked on it, while the younger girl's hand trailed over her sensually fired body with fascinating little touches. They brushed like feathers over her quivering breasts, her sides and the tingling hollow of her back, their bodies finally locking together once more as the young caressing hand reached the fleshy ovals of her buttocks. Jan's breath quickened when she felt the yielding mounds being pressed apart and a finger began to intoxicatingly stroke at her tiny, puckered anus with a tender and provocative touch.
Abruptly, Jan raised to her elbow, taking one of Shelly's youthfully firm breasts in her cupping hand, her soft fingers teasing its hardened little nipple. She let her lustful eyes rove thirstily over the teenager's lithe, smooth nakedness in unique delight. Finally, her voice trembling, she said: "I—I've never done this before, Baby ... have you?"
Unhesitantly, Shelly shook her head. "Honest to God ... I never have!"
"But you've wanted to ...?"
"I-I don't know ... I-If I did, I never realized it until yesterday ... when I saw you naked ... and so beautiful. I knew I wanted to then ... but only with you. Oh mother, I sound like some kind of nut! Maybe I am ... but I'm no lesbian ... not really, I mean. Honest! Do you believe me?"
Why shouldn't I, Darling?" Jan whispered, excitedly smiling as she continued to tenderly massage the satiny flesh of the girl's warm, pliant breast. "I know that I'm not and never have been ... I want to do these things to you. Do you understand that?"
"I don't know ... and I don't care ... I just don't want you to stop ... maybe not ever!" Shelly unashamedly hissed.
"M-My God!" Jan gasped at the girl's electrifying admittance. "Y-You're so young, baby ... so lovely and soft and young! Are you a virgin?"
"No ... I've been fucked ... and more than once," Shelly quickly replied. "I liked it too, very much in fact. But that has nothing to do with this ... with us, does it?"
"N—No, Baby ... it has nothing to do with us," Jan replied, her drug-incited brain spuming with the erotic charges surging through her at the beautiful naked girl's free use of lurid words in her sincerity. Slowly she ran her hand over the yielding little bowl of the teenager's belly and downward into the silken dark triangle of hair to tauntingly idle there. "H-Have you ever sucked a boy?" she heard herself suddenly ask.
"Y—You mean ... sucked a boy's cock ... like you were doing to Dickie Edwards yesterday?" Shelly questioned, her young dark-eyes showing a new luster.
"Y-Yess ... like that ... "
The girl shook her head. "No ... but I wanted to yesterday ... when I watched you!" she whispered, suddenly licking out with her tiny pink tongue to moisten her soft, feminine lips. "I was so damned hot that ... that I made myself cum right there in the hallway ... honest!"
Jan stared down at the uninhibited, striking young face with its glowing dark-eyes, a further wave of sensual excitement sweeping through her at the lovely, naked teenager's lewd confession. She bent down and feverishly kissed Shelly's tongue-moistened lips, then whispered: "Would you really like to, Baby ... suck a boy's cock, I mean?"
"I ... I ... yes, I think so if I was hot enough!" the girl stammered, her eyes beginning to question. "But I don't know if I could let him ... cum in my mouth ... !"
"Oh, you could, Darling!" Jan assured her. "My God, yes! You'd want him to! Once you begin to suck him you can't stop ... not until it squirts right into your mouth like ambrosia! Honest, Baby! There's nothing in the whole world like it ... !"
"Oh mother ... I don't know ... !" Shelly managed in confusion.
"Never mind," Jan whispered, laying a finger across her lap. "You've got to trust Jan now, Darling," she added, beginning to trace her finger intimately along the sparse, hair-lined pink crevice of the teenager's tight, moistening pussy as the other opened her thighs to her. Teasingly, Jan slipped the finger downward into the warm smooth cleft between her young full buttocks to caress the tiny pursed lips of her puckered anus.
"Oohhh ... ohh, damn!" Shelly groaned, reaching to cup the older girl's lush, naked breast. "I—I'd trust you with any thing right now ... !"
Jan could hear her own heavy breathing in her chest. She said: "The ... the very feel of your warm, smooth skin ... it drives me wild, Baby! I-I never thought that another girl could do this to me ... but maybe, we're both finding out things .,!"
"Yes ... I know! I feel that way too!"
"I never dreamed that ... that I'd do what I'm going to, little girl," Jan choked, "but I'm going to ... just as you're going to suck cock! Do ... do you know what I mean, Darling?"
Shelly nodded, her eyes wildly excited. "Y-Yes! Only, please ... please do it ... and I'll do it to you!" she hissed up into Jan's panting face, watching and breathlessly waiting as the blonde girl began to slide down away ... down her trembling young passion-infused body ...
Naked to the waist as usual, and wearing a pair of unevenly cut-off, faded pants, Felix Ronson went about his yard duties in customary juggernaut fashion. His blank, orfish face that might appear expressionless to a passer-by belied the intricate workings going on in his nubbin head. He was going to make her do it to him, he determinedly thought as he continued to diligently prune the hedge, just the way he'd watched her do it to that creep, Dickie Edwards yesterday. He was going to shove it right into her mouth and ... and maybe he'd even fuck her, too!
She was the prettiest woman he'd ever seen in his whole life, "just as Shelly Carter who lived down the street from him was the prettiest girl! He thought about both of them a lot, about the way they'd look all naked with their white tits and asses exposed before him and their soft, hairy pussies between their legs ... but he'd never dreamed it possible that he might ever really see either one of them that way. And then, yesterday, when he'd been trimming the rose bush by Miss Arlen's bedroom window, he'd seen it all! There, both she and Edwards were on the bed without a stitch on, and she sucking his puny cock like crazy! Man, for a minute, he'd thought he was going to go right out of his skull watching them, and then he'd realized he was drooling again and he had his own hardened cock in his hand, stroking it as fast as he could!
He realized that he wasn't very smart and that people around town called him Oaf, but maybe if he hadn't had to quit school in seventh grade to take care of his Ma, it would be a different for him. Just because he didn't have book-learning though, wasn't to say that he was stupid about everything, his Ma said, and he knew she was right. He could take a car engine apart and put it back together as well as any garage mechanic, and nobody could fix electrical things any better than he could. No sir, he wasn't as dumb as people figured, but he'd learned that sometimes it was better to let them think he was ... and even dumber, if they wanted to.
For instance, half the night he'd lain awake in bed planning just how he was going to do it, what he would say to her and everything. Then, the idea had flashed to go see Dickie Edwards the first thing that morning and let him know that he'd seen the whole damned thing. Christ, what a shock that little fink had gotten as they stood in front of his big house and he'd just let him have it, both barrels ... !
WH-What're you talking about, for crap sake?" Dickie had choked, like as if he was eating half of his words. "You must be nuts, Oaf ... !"
"Don't call me that, you little bastard, or I'll plow you!" he'd growled right back at the punk, watching him shy off, plenty scared. "And I ain't nuts either! I saw you both ... her sucking your skinny cock and everything! What's more, you try to lie out of it and I'm going in and tell the whole story to your old-lady! Now what do you think of that, fink?"
Felix grinned to himself while he went on with his pruning, occasionally wiping the spittle from his small, thick-lipped mouth as he thought about the whole wild scene. Shit, it hadn't taken the little squirt long to see he'd meant business. He'd been just about ready to bawl when Felix had said:
"Okay ... you don't want me to say anything ... so I won't. But here's what you do: you come over to Miss Arlen's this morning with me. I'll be working there on the hedge. And the first chance we get, we're going in and you're going to tell her to suck me off, just the way she did to you! And if she doesn't, I'm going to blow the whole goddamned thing to your old-lady and everybody else ... !"
Man, had he squirmed and bleated on that, the nubbin-headed boy thought, his wet grin still broadening his oafish features. He'd come up with more damned reasons why it wouldn't work than Felix could count, even to the fact that Shelly Carter would be there doing the housework, but none of them had done him any good. Tears were in his little funky eyes when he'd finally understood that old Felix Ronson didn't intend to take no for an answer, and all the way to Miss Arlen's he'd felt his long, thick cock growing stiff as a log inside his shorts.
Then, to top it off, he'd had to go into the kitchen for a drink of water and heard Shelly Carter on the telephone talking to Miss Arlen's students and telling them not to come for their lessons because she was sick. At first, he'd gotten a sinking feeling in his gut; that meant his plans were all going to fall through! He'd gone back out into the yard feeling lousy about the whole thing, and then he'd caught a glance of Miss Arlen through her bedroom window in one of those frilly negligee things. She was fixing herself a drink of booze and kind of smiling ... not looking like she was one damned bit sick!
Yeah ... it was going to work after all, the big, thick-chested teenager thought, wiping at his wet, grinning lips as he looked up and saw Dickie Edwards walking reluctantly along the street toward him ...