Chapter 7
"Let me take off that panty so we can swing out, honey," Terri said, reaching for Dee's pussy.
Dee, now fully aware of what she had done, for the second time, with a girl, pushed the seeking hands away. She couldn't believe that this wouldn't spoil her for men. She was already too strongly attached to the pretty redhead.
"I-just can't!" Dee wailed, rushing into her bedroom. She heard Terri following.
"You came to the right place, sweet," Terri laughed.
"Come on, don't be a prude all your life."
"It's still wrong, and I can't do it any more!" Dee said, her voice shaky. "I-want to be your friend, I'd like to double date, but this has gone far enough."
"Well, for crap's sake!" Terri snapped. "You like it, you come real hard. What's got into you?" Her voice hardened. "Oh, I know. You've got a date with a guy, you're going to save yourself for him, huh?"
Dee turned, her passion cooling, her anger rising. "I don't want to be a-queer!"
"Well, I'll be damned!" Terri sneered. "Time for me to pick up my panties and leave, huh?"
"What if somebody found out?" Dee exclaimed, her face hot. The vision of Terri's body was too enticing. She turned away, again.
"What's wrong with two girls visiting, or sharing an apartment?" Terri said, touching Dee's bare shoulder. "Who's going to know, but us?"
"I just can't!" Dee said, determined.
"Okay, sweetie. The prim virgin act again, I see. Well, you go ahead and let some guy mess up your life and your panties. You're a stinking square, and always will be."
Half an hour later Dee was alone. Deep inside, she felt she had made the right decision about her personal life. An affair with another girl could lead nowhere, and in a small town like this, the word would soon get out.
I want a man, she thought, again. And I do have a date. I'll try to leave myself alone until Saturday night, at least. I wish now I didn't have to work around Terri, but she'll keep her mouth closed. She won't want to be known as a Lesbian any more than I do. I feel better already. I think I did the right thing.
John rested in the sweet, lush saddle of Nell's burning thighs. They were in her bed, the covers were turned back, a dim light glowed in a far corner of the room. Her big, dark-tipped tits were pushed up for his mouth, her cunt was fluttering around his eager cock.
"Nice and slow, now, honey," she breathed, curving her pussy higher. "You want to learn how to be good in bed, don't you?"
"Right," he gasped.
Nell was so pleased to have his big, long cock back in her cunt she felt tears of joy in her eyes. He was learning, he was more relaxed, but she realized she still had a few erotic bridges to cross before he would be a real expert in the sack. How wonderful to coach him and break him in. How desperately she needed what he had to give. A young man was the answer to her cravings.
Ohhhh, when he spurted up in my mouth, I went crazy, she thought, meeting his slow stroke. What a sensation, what a dreamy way to climax. I startled him, though. I'll have to watch myself. I can't scare him away, now.
She had to be truthful about Dee Evans. She felt rather sorry for the long-legged, bashful girl. She was glad to know that Dee had moved out of her mother's house. She had heard all about Carl Wall. He was a loud-mouthed opportunist. Like most young, married lumberjacks, he visited whore houses. Perhaps Dee had moved out because Carl had made passes at her.
Another deep thrust of John's prick made her shudder. Her vagina fit his prick like a glove. She had never enjoyed such a sweet stuffed feeling. When he pulled in and out, her whole cunt was involved.
He was about to come again, though. Thankfully, he would be able to continue. Weeks might pass before he could really hold back. It was all too new for him. She would have to wait until he had climaxed about two or three times before she could let go and fuck to her heart's content.
"Uhhhh!" he groaned, stroking faster. He was caught in another rise toward culmination. She was more than ready. She opened her thighs farther and thrust up as he swept into his short pushes.
"Oh, honey, kiss my nipples!" she panted, feeling the tensing of his body, the swelling of his big, long cock.
His mouth dropped to her tits, but he was too excited to clasp a nipple in his lips. It was all right. The sweet pounding of his knob at the core of her pussy sucked heaven from her. She was rising! It was now! "Fuck me, honey!" she cried. "Pour it to me, deep." His frenzied lustings, his eager jabs, sent twitches all through her body. The sweetness was drawing and pulling from her lips and tits and thighs, it was roaring across her cunt and now it burst in a gust. The convulsions of her pussy around his unloading prick, as he poured a honey-shot into her, drew a fierce shout from her throat. :"Ohhhh-ohhhhh-ohhhhhh!'' The bed rattled with their energetic fucking; he flattened on her body, hunching out the lust of his young virility, bathing her depths with the juices that would put spring in her steps and a healthy glow on her cheeks. The swelling of his knob was the answer to her cravings. She wrapped her thighs around him, panting, shaking, drawing his chest tightly against her tits.
I'll never let him go, she thought, selfishly. I don't want him to date Dee Evans. His nice, big prong belongs in my pussy. But how on earth can I ever hope to hold him?
On Thursday evening at seven-thirty, Dee's phone rang. She had just changed into a nightie and robe, she was ready for bed. Terri hadn't made Dee's day any easier; the redhead still was sore, and Dee realized that they couldn't be just friends any more. Lesbian sex had reared its ugly head.
"Yes?" she said, into the receiver, hoping it would be her date.
"Is this Dee?" came a masculine voice. But it wasn't him, after all. It sounded like Carl, her father-in-law. "Yes," she said.
"This is Carl, baby," he muttered, slyly. "I was by your apartment last night, I know who was visiting you, and I know what you two broads were doing." A dry, cynical laugh followed.
Oh, no, Dee thought. That stinking eavesdropper!
"You made me sore when you pulled out, baby. Now, you get in touch with that fancy redhead and tell her that I'm going to spread the word about both of you unless you two give me a party. Understand?"
Dee almost dropped the receiver. An awful dizziness claimed her. That rotten fiend. Blackmail. She had rebuffed him and now he was trying to get even.
My second Lesbian experience, and someone knows already! she thought, an awful sinking sensation in her belly.
"I-I'll have to let you know," she said, dully. He was a monster.
"You'd better, Legs. Make it tomorrow night. You both be ready to swing. I'll call at this same time and tell you where I'll be. And no monkey business, baby. I'm going to get in your cunt."
Click. The dial tone in her ear. was a horrid buzzing.
That nasty word made the whole thing even nastier. It was like Carl. He was an animal, a wenching, swearing, drinking pig. How could he even think of such a thing. A party with two girls. An orgy. Why couldn't he be satisfied with Sarah.
And what if she refused. What if Terri wouldn't do it, either. Well, Carl did have a big mouth.
A moment later she was dialing Terri's number, her hands shaky. She knew the redhead had a private line; they could say what they cared to.
When Terri answered, rather disagreeably, Dee said: "I have something to tell you, Terri."
"Well!" Terri answered, brightening. "Glad to hear from you, honey. What's cooking?"
"I-just had a call from Carl Wall," Dee said, her voice strained. "He was listening in, last night, here at my apartment. He knows."
A long silence at the other end. "Are you sure?"
"Well, he said so. It's the truth. What he wants is a party, with both of us-tomorrow night."
"And if we don't?"
"He'll blab it all over town." Dee cried, shuddering.
"Caught with our panties down, huh?" Terri said. "He can't prove anything, honey."
"Maybe not, but-ohhh, I was afraid of something like this!" Dee wailed.
"Hell, he's running a big bluff, hoping to get himself a little," Terri said. "Girls visit other girls all time. When he calls, tell him to go piss up a wet rope. I wouldn't mind a threesome with the right guy, really. But Carl sure isn't it!"
"I'm afraid he'll really do the talking," Dee said, and meant it. "I know how he is."
"Poop! If he can't prove it, what's he got to go on? Tell him if he hangs around your place again you'll get him for loitering."
Dee sighed. "I feel some better, at least."
"Forget it, honey. We're single, we get talked about anyway. Why don't you tell Sarah?"
"She wouldn't believe me," Dee answered. "She thinks he's just about the best man in the world."
"I know. Older woman, young husband. Not married long ..."
Dee dropped the receiver, her world spinning back to some kind of normalcy again. The fear remained, though. What if John heard the dirty rumors? He certainly wouldn't want to date her again.
When Carl was rebuffed he would be terribly mad. He might do more than just talk. Maybe she would be safer if she and Terri did share an apartment. She felt more terribly alone than she ever had in her life.
The worst part of the whole thing was, that if Carl talked, he would be telling the truth.
As of now, I am a Lesbian, she thought. I let Terri make out with me, and I loved it.
Saturday night!
Dee sat stiffly in her seat at the Rex Theater, so shiveringly aware of John's nearness, on her right, that she couldn't see the lighted screen. It was all blurred.
Before seven-thirty the previous evening, she had driven to the public library alone. She had been afraid to take the call from Carl. But, when she returned to her apartment, the phone was ringing.
Finally, she had answered. She had told Carl she and Terri weren't going to party. She couldn't remember all he had said, but she did recall his parting shot.
"... I'll get even with you, Legs. Just remember that. I'm gonna hurt you in the cunt!"
He had known, evidently, that the stinking word would singe her. She hadn't slept well, she still was feeling rather upset and uptight. And she had wanted her first real date to be absolutely right. Her nervousness seemed to communicate to John.
She was glad for one thing. They were in the balcony, and not many others were present. And she was trying. She had opened her jacket so that her snugly bloused tits would show, and she had worn a tight skirt, her best, smoky nylons and highest heels. She had spent over an hour on her hair and makeup; she was adequately cleaned and perfumed. She hoped she was sexy.
John was delirious with anticipation. The view of Dee's long, nyloned thighs, where her short skirt hem struck them, was terrifically appealing. When he had picked her up at the apartment, she had seemed even taller and leggier than he remembered. When he had helped her into the front seat, remembering the first time he had seen her, with her legs sprawled awkwardly apart, he had caught another flashing glance under her skirt. He had seen the edge of a bouffant mini-slip, he had inhaled her perfume, and he had walked around the car riding on air. They hadn't said ten words since they had left her quarters.
Why in hell couldn't he talk? Visiting with Nell was easy enough; but of course, they had a lot to talk about. He had been in bed with her twice; and the last time had been for hours.
I went off in her six times, he thought. And she had more climaxes than I did! That was really far out! My ass muscles are still sore, and I'm in good condition. When I left her she was really pooped. She wants me to drop up tomorrow night.
Perhaps the shame of illicit sex was bugging him, making him shy and awkward around Dee. Damn it, he was the man, he was supposed to lead the way. She was a very nice girl, he had heard nothing bad about her, and he was determined to make a good impression. She probably didn't like it because he was younger than she.
"Dee, would you like to cut out of here and have a drink someplace?" he asked, his heart pounding.
"Yes," she said, instantly.
"Right," he murmured, gladly. He hated it when she pulled the jacket over her prominent tits.
When they were outside, he suggested a cocktail spot across the street. He had scouted it earlier in the week; it had booths at the rear and a small dance area near a juke box. He hoped it wouldn't be too crowded on Saturday evening.
As they crossed the street, she took his arm. The intimate touch ignited hot sparks in his whole body. In the flashing neons her face seemed rather pale. The sweet pout of her generous lips made him shudder with longing. Just before they went through the door, he felt her hand tremble on his arm.
Once inside, he steered her toward the back, and she went right along. Several men at the bar turned to look at Dee. One of them whistled wolfishly. Only one other couple was seated in the dancing area; evidently the big crowds were where live music was featured. He drew in a big, trembling breath of air. So far, so good.
There was a kind of stinging in his cock; he wondered how she was reacting. Again, as she sat down in the circular booth affair, she opened her jacket. The allure of her tits brought a flush to his face. Thank God for the dim lights.
A slinky, mini-skirted waitress came to take their order. He asked for martinis, and she didn't object.
"I appreciate this, John," she smiled, her eyes lingering on his face. "You're out with the town freak, you know."
"Don't say that!" he exclaimed, leaping at this opening. "I like your legs."
The instant the words were out of his mouth he knew he had pushed his foot in it. He muttered. "I'm sorry-" "Oh, that's all right," she said, lightly. "I'm used to being called 'Legs.' " "It's you I'm interested in, not just part of your body," he blurted.
She smiled. "That's very nice, John."
"Damn it, I'm not saying this right. Would you go out with me again?"
"You're supposed to wait till we get to my front door," she laughed.
"Don't make fun of me," he said, staring down at the table-top. "I'm a damned roughneck, and-well, hell! If I'm too young for you, just say so!"
"Not at all, John."
The waitress came with the cocktails. The juke box continued to groan. His fingers fumbled with his money. He felt like a fool. He gave the girl a big tip and she beamed her thanks.
Dee felt a tremendous excitement. Despite his confusion, he seemed inwardly confident, especially after she had reassured him. He was too aware of their age difference, but it really didn't show that much. He could pass for twenty-five; she didn't really care how young he was. That might make him all the more fascinating.
She didn't feel quite so badly now about his venture into a whore house. Who wanted a weak, namby-pamby kind of man? She realized that a man's sensual needs were not so emotionally involved as a woman's. She had read enough books on it. It was just that thinking and doing were so far apart.
She wanted to be soft and sexy and yielding for him, and she was a bundle of stiffness. How could she have fun if she couldn't relax?
The other backroom couple started dancing. She looked at them, plastered closely together, and her cunt twitched excitingly.
"W-would you like to dance, Dee?" he asked, stuttering slightly.
"Of course," she smiled.
He stared at her blouse, where it shaped her tits, and she could see his flush even in the dimness. She slid out of the booth, her skirt sliding back to the bands of her nylons. He rose quickly. She waited for him to take her in close.
"I don't know much about it," he said.
"Well, we're almost alone," she murmured, taking his hand. His arm circled her waist, and sharp thrills cascaded along her body. The snug posture of the other dancers seemed to give him courage. She melted inward, her tits nudged his jacket, her hips pressed his cock. She nestled her cheek against his face. A sweet shudder racked her body, she felt a sensuous twitching between her thighs.
No man had ever held her like this. It was a prayer answered. She didn't know much about dancing, either, but did it matter. They were close, they were touching intimately, and the fires that began to rage in her body seemed to kindle his own interest. She felt his hard cock pushing into her loins. She trembled again.
He's hard! I'm sexy enough to stiffen his cock! Ohhhh, I'm turning all drippy at the cunt. It started in the theater and now I'm all swollen down there. I'm afraid I'm going to have a climax-right here.
Her hand tightened in his, she gasped against his throat. "Ohhhhhh, John!" she breathed, shuddering.
She knew she should pull away to save embarrassment, but she couldn't. The tingly tracers of her pleasure gripped her, the heaven was starting, burning, flaming in her pussy; now it spread up to her swelling tits up to her mouth and throat. The soft lights, the music, the touch of a man she liked, even the other man and girl clutched tightly together, propelled her toward a climax.
But it wasn't like the thing she did alone, or even like the thrills she had enjoyed with Terri; this was a deep, voluptuous ache, building so slowly she thought it would never reach the peak of delight.
She moaned and seized him, her hips flattened against his cock, she felt the quick, sharp banging of her pleasure, waves of erotic totality so sugary she almost shouted.
On and on went her joy. It was lasting and lasting. She felt the hard grip of his arm, felt his tremors, his virile closeness and another gust of orgasmic delight quivered her pussy. She was having it again. She was dizzy with relief when the squirmy joy faded in her cunt. A whole gush of hot liquid was leaving her cunt slit, soaking her panty.
I never had such an orgasm in my whole life, she thought. And he hasn't even kissed me.