Chapter 3
"Isn't this a nice spot for a picnic?" Terri Connell asked Dee.
"Oh, very," Dee answered, looking at the wooded slopes below, at her right. The small meadow was enclosed on three sides by trees and brush. Terri's sports car was parked nearby.
It was Sunday afternoon; Dee had been delighted by the slender redhead's call two hours earlier. She was glad to be out of the house and all of its sexual implications. Having a picnic with a girl friend, her only one, really, would surely clear her mind after the previous night's excitement.
Terri wore a snug blouse and a mini-skirt; she was bare-legged. The weather was just right, cool in the shade and warm in the sunlight. Dee had picked tights and a loose jersey for the outing; she wore very little makeup, and she was rather surprised to note that Terry was all turned out, almost as if she were going on a date with a man.
But then, Terri almost always dressed becomingly, sexily. She was sitting prettily on the blanket now, creamy thighs spread, her skirt recklessly back.
After their lunch, Terri had produced a bottle of wine, and the girls had been sipping on it. Dee wasn't used to drinking, and already she felt warm and rather tipsy.
"I guess we should have snagged a couple of men for this deal," Terri giggled. "But where do you find 'em in this place?"
"They're all married," Dee agreed. She thought, that guy at the movies isn't, but he's much too young. And he visits whore houses.
"It's rough on we single gals," Terri mused, taking another drink of wine, handing the bottle over to Dee. "For real fun . . . " "Oh, you can get plenty of dates," Dee protested.
Terri shrugged. "Those salesmen are all married. Oh, I get a little stuff once in a while. Don't you, honey?"
"Are you kidding?" Dee said. The wine was loosening her tongue. "Legs Evans? I'm a kind of local freak!"
"Don't say that! You've got the equipment, those nice, long legs! They're sexy." Dee flushed. "Too much!"
"Oh, stop downgrading yourself, honey. Why don't you try wearing short skirts and dark nylons and tight blouses, like this one? And you would look better with some makeup."
"Oh, you're just saying that!" Dee exclaimed.
"No, honey. Honest. We'll go to Spokane one of these weekends and you get yourself all gussied up, and we'll land a couple of studs!"
The idea was highly provocative, but Dee was sure she couldn't do it. She was rather shocked to hear Terri admit that she got a little stuff from married men. How slutty.
Terri had now opened her thighs until her cunt showed, cupped by fancy green, thin panties. Dee pulled her eyes away, terribly confused and strangely excited.
She was vaguely aware, in the dim recesses of her mind, that some girls were that way about other girls, but the mere idea that Terry might be Lesbian was horribly ungrateful! And even worse was the suggestion that she, Dee, might become attracted to the pretty redhead!
When Terri went to Spokane on weekends, alone, she claimed her fun was always with handsome men-but was it, really?
Here we are, on a picnic, and she's showing me almost everything she's got! Is she trying to make out with me?
Dee shivered, but not entirely with revulsion. She wasn't afraid of Terri, as she was around men. She could discuss things more intimately with the curvy redhead than she could with anyone else. But just how intimate was it going to be?
"Maybe we should be getting back," Dee muttered, still blushing.
Terri drew one shapely leg toward her and rested her chin on it. Now her whole pussy was exposed. Dee jerked her attention away.
"Look, honey, I know what you're thinking-and I might as well tell you the truth. I like an understanding girl once in a while. Sure, I go for men, and I'll get married someday, but-" She shrugged and smiled. "Men talk. It's rough. Don't you like me, just a little, Dee?"
"Well, yes, but-" Dee felt her cheeks flaming. "That's terribly wrong!"
"Oh, hell!" Terri murmured. "Lots of things are wrong. These guys around town go to whore houses all the time, married and single. Where do the dames go? Nowhere! A gal has to be so careful. I'm on the Pill, but it's still risky. A dame can get hung up emotionally. I got hurt badly a few years ago. I went all out for this guy, and it turned out later he was married, with three kids. He wasn't about to divorce his wife and marry me. He was getting it from me, free! These damned men are all polygamous. They'll cheat at the drop of a hat!"
Dee shuddered. She's talking me into it, and I'm not running or objecting, so far! And she's right about men. They're dirty and obscene. I heard the other day that Carl takes on a whore once in a while . . . And he hasn't been married to Sarah much over a year. How can he do such a thing? Doesn't he love her?
Ohhhh, I'm so terribly mixed up I don't know what to do. But I am excited. I can feel my nipples poking out and my cunt is wet. Words about sex always excite me. But what do two girls do?
"I can tell you're lonely, honey," Terri murmured, sliding over beside Dee. "Wouldn't you like to share yourself with someone who wouldn't talk, and who cares for you?"
"B-but it's evil-and nasty." Dee cried, trembling. "Honey," Terri breathed, her left arm slipping around Dee's shoulder. "Loving can be very beautiful. There's nothing wrong with sex. It's what's in our minds that make it dirty and wrong."
"I-I want to think about it a while!" Dee cried, her voice shaky with emotion.
"Well, sure, I understand," Terri whispered, hugging Dee. "I don't want to rush you into anything. But I can tell you're sensual. You're just very bashful and shy. You don't have to be around me."
I'm in, Terri thought, triumphantly. I'm going to get my hands and maybe my mouth on that sweet, virginal pussy! I've been working on this for months. I'll make her so disgusted with men she'll spit on them. I'd swear no one has ever laid a hand on her.
I want to slide between those long, long legs and hear her moan with joy. I'm positive she masturbates all the time; she's dying for mutual sex. That wine is really working. She loved it when I waved my pussy at her. She's got a male hang up, but I'll fix that. I haven't had a piece of girl stuff for weeks and weeks. In a few months I'll have her really liberated. She'll be a swinger.
Dee felt soft, warm lips on her neck, below her ear; she felt a seeking hand on the bulges of her jerseyed tits. They were puffing out inside her bra. But I like it. I do need someone. Terri understands. 'Ohhhh, Terri." Dee cried, winding her arms around the other's neck. Their mouths collided. Dee felt the sensuous press of Terri's lips, felt her shiver with pleasure. The idea that she, Dee, was physically appealing, even to another girl, flattered her bruised ego.
If she thinks my long legs are sexy, maybe they really are. Ohhhh, I don't care, now. I need her. I think I've wanted this for a long, long time and wouldn't admit I've watched her wiggle around the office in those tight, sexy clothes, and I believed I was just envious. But it's more than that. I want her to do it to me. I'm sick of eavesdropping and playing with myself, time after time. Yes, this is wrong, but maybe it doesn't have to be dirty and lewd. Ohhhh, I love being kissed. I'm starved for it, famished for it. I can't fight her any longer. I adore her for doing this.
Dee felt her lips spreading, tingling. A tongue-tip wiggled against her teeth; she found her mouth opening, eagerly. A soft hand slipped under her jersey, gliding across her belly, up to her swelling tits. She yielded, sinking backward on the blanket; Terri continued the mouth-to-mouth contact. Her tongue began to slide sweetly in and out of Dee's mouth. Delicious.
A clever hand opened her bra in back, loosened it. In seconds Terri was squeezing Dee's stinging tits. Dee felt them firm with her raging need. Waves of pleasure caught her, her long legs were opening, her hips rising.
Her lips were puffing under Terri's seeking mouth, she was pushing her own tongue upward, jabbing it at her lover's. Her tender nipples were tingling and stiffening delectably. How sweet and provocative.
I'm easy, I fell right over backward, but I don't care. Wonderful things are happening in my body; the sexy sensations are deeper and richer because I'm sharing. I've waited and waited for someone, but I never dreamed it would be another girl!
Terri's mouth lifted, at last. Her quick, eager breathing into Dee's parted lips soared Dee's passion higher.
"Honey, I know you needed this!" Terri whispered, fondling Dee's tits.
"Just do it!" Dee panted.
"Well, let's take some clothes off, sweetie. I want to give you a good loving!"
"Ohh, not out here!" Dee cried. "Somebody might-" "All right, honey!" Terri breathed. "Don't push me away now."
Dee shuddered as a seeking hand opened the top of her slacks and crept inside. Warm fingers invaded her panty, pressing her cunt. Ohhh! Now her jersey was being lifted, her bra slid from her tits, and suddenly Terri was kissing a tingly nipple.
Dee clutched at the redhead's shoulders, her hips curved toward the caressing hand, she felt a flood of wetness on her cunt, a finger invaded her fuck tunnel. It teased her stinging clit, it dallied with her swollen cuntlips.
"Ohhhh!" Dee cried, feverish with yearning.
"Come to Terri, honey. Come now."
There was that word again, blazing through her brain, her being. All of its implications drew honeyed thrills from her. Why didn't Terri say, I adore you, I need you? Dee was too far along the path toward culmination to protest now. Her hips were thrusting, as they did when she worked her pussy against the pillow, the sweetness was turning sweeter!
She found her tits pushing upward, she felt a delectable sucking on a sensitive nipple, the finger danced on her clit.
"Ohhhh!" Dee cried, fiercely. Heavenly impulses seized Dee and she was climaxing violently. Her legs kicked, her whole body shook as the joy raged through her pussy, up to her tits and back down again.
Suddenly Terri's body was between Dee's thighs, Terri moaned and pounded her hips against Dee's pussy.
"I'm making it, too, honey." Terri panted.
Dee was through the best part of her orgasm when Terri's body shuddered, her pretty face twisted, her hips went wild.
"Ahhhh-Ohhhh-Damn." Terri cried. "Hug me and make me come big."
The harsh words drove at Dee's conscience; this wasn't really love, it was just sex, but she couldn't deny Terri her pleasure. She hunched and fastened her mouth to Terri's lips. She felt the shuddery tide of the redhead's exploding passion, and more thrills gripped her. She was having it again.
How sweet to kiss while she was having her climax. How utterly delicious. Dirty or not, it was sharing and it was loving.
"Uhhhhh!" Terri panted, tearing her mouth from Dee's lips. "Ohhhh-Ohhhh-it's coming, honey. It's coming, now."
Dee felt a slutty wash of guilt within her being; she held the pretty redhead until the shaking and panting diminished.
Finally, Terri rolled away, onto her back, still breathing hard. "That was a real, nice, hot one, honey!" She raised her head, smiling. "But next time let's get naked. We're not kids any more. We might as well do it right, huh?"
Dee felt tears of shame in her eyes. She bit her lip. "You-make it-dirty!" she stammered.
"Sorry, honey," Terri giggled. "But after all we're not in love, if that's what you mean. Fun's fun. Don't make too big a deal out of it, sweetie. We'd just get hurt."
"You don't care for me, you just used me!" Dee cried, rolling away.
"Oh, for crap's sake!" Terri sighed, wiggling her ass. Her skirt was away back, her pantied crotch exposed. Dee could see the wetness at the crevice. "Of course, I care for you!" Terri murmured, patting Dee's hand. "You're special for me. I don't do this with just any girl! But we have to use our heads, honey. We can't date. We can't have people talking, can we?"
"I think we'd better go," Dee said, trying to re-fasten her bra without removing her jersey.
Terri giggled. "Relax! Admit it was fun! You're one up on me; you should be real tickled about that!"
She knows I had two climaxes, Dee thought. Now she's teasing me about it. Why can't we be nice about it? I guess I'm just a square. It was fun! Dangerous, forbidden fun. And I just know I'll weaken the next time we go out . . .
"Too bad it's raining so you can't go on your new job," Nell Winter said pleasantly and sympathetically.
"Right," John Bellows answered. A heavy, unseasonal downpour had halted logging operations in the back country for a few days. Mrs. Winter had invited him upstairs for coffee, which they were sipping at Nell's breakfast nook. Her interest in him was flattering.
But it was only Tuesday; if he missed a few days he wouldn't lose too much money. He had adequate reserves. He had been studying on his books; he wanted to be able to pass the college entrance exam when the time came.
He was rather puzzled by Nell Winter's appearance; she wore makeup, which she hadn't the day he had dropped by to ask her about the apartment. She also wore a tightly-belted dressing gown, and the folds of cloth at the top revealed the white slopes of her upper tits. She certainly had big ones.
"I suppose a young man your age is thinking about marriage," Nell said, smiling. Her dark hair was becomingly shaped, her black eyes seemed to be flirting with him.
"Not yet, for awhile," John answered. "You're wise not to rush into it. I imagine you have a girl friend." "No."
"Do you get lonely sometimes?" she asked, leaning slightly forward. Now he could see deeply into the vale between her large tits. She probably wasn't aware of it. He felt a shiver of sexy arousal.
Good Lord, she's old enough to be my mother and then some, he thought. At least fifty!
After his experience on Saturday night, at the rooming house with Rita, he found himself thinking less romantically about women generally. Sex was here to stay. How much more gratifying real sex was than masturbating. Was this buxom widow giving him the old come-on?
"Yes," he answered, finally.
"Well, I get lonely, too," she smiled, taking a deep breath. "My husband died years ago. You probably wonder how a woman my age could think about a man, you know-but it happens! Oh, John! I'm sorry, I didn't want to embarrass you."
He realized his face was flushed and his loins were tingling erotically. His prick was hardening.
"Sure, I understand," he said, feebly.
"But a woman has to be so careful," she went on. "I do have a little money put away, and there are always smooth-talkers around. Oh, darn it! I feel like having a drink!"
"I guess I could use one, too," he said, his chest tightening. "I'll go get a bottle ..."
"Oh, I have some, John. Just for company, and you're very understanding." She reached across the table and squeezed his wrist, hard. "You're a very handsome young fellow!"