Chapter 5
Betty had spent the previous night in an overpriced fleabag of a motel, just so she wouldn't have to confront Cheri about the embarrassing scene with Veronica. It had all been too weird, and the way that Betty had reacted to catching them making love had been something she was not proud of. After all, Betty really didn't have any problem with lesbian sex; hadn't she and Cheri made it that one incredible time, shortly after they had moved into the house? What she had the problem with was Cheri having sex with anyone but her, because she was jealous of any other woman possessing Cheri. She knew that her attitude was ridiculous but, after all, it was not one she had chosen. Her horror at finding Veronica and Cheri screwing hadn't been something she had made up. It had been unexpected, impossible to control, something that had come straight from the gut.
Finally Betty had to admit that she was in love with Cheri, that she had always been in love with Cheri. She didn't really want to believe it, there was a little bit too much inbred conservatism about what a woman was supposed to feel, supposed to do for her to feel comfortable with her emotions. But she was unable to deny that those emotions existed.
Practically from the first moment she had known Cheri, she finally had to admit, she had been in love with her. And the sex had been the culmination of a dream that she had been unwilling to let herself believe. She knew now that if it was possible she would make love to Cheri every night, every day.
When Betty arrived home she found the brief note from Cheri telling her that she was spending the weekend in Tahoe, and that if Bob called, to explain it to him. Explain it to him! Fat chance! Both Betty and Bob knew that Cheri didn't have enough money in her savings account to do anything like flying to Tahoe for a mini-vacation, and that it had to be some guy she had picked up that was footing the bill. She didn't think that Bob would be too thrilled by that idea, and she could understand why. As for Betty, the idea of Cheri going on yet another of her fucking sprees with some guy up at Lake Tahoe didn't really concern her too much. For some crazy reason, probably because it had happened so often before, the idea of a guy screwing Cheri didn't bother Betty. She knew that she had depths of feeling, of sensitivity of her own, that no guy could match. She didn't have a prick, of course, but then that could be dealt with. She knew that women shared something, knew some things that men didn't and could never begin to appreciate. That was what no man could ever compete with her in, and why she knew that she had something for Cheri that no man did. She understood Cheri, understood her needs. What was a guy, anyway, but a chick that always carried a dildo? And if that was such a fucking big deal, well then Betty could always go down to the neighborhood adult bookstore and buy a dildo! That wasn't so fucking hard, was it? It was Cheri making it with a broad that somehow bothered Betty, bothered her deeply. She felt that if a chick was fucking Cheri, then it should be her....
Betty put the note down on the kitchen table where she had found it, and without even a decision, without willing herself to, she wandered up the stairs to the second floor. She walked past the door to the studio and felt a sore twinge, remembering back on the sight of Cheri and Veronica twined naked together, enjoying each other in a way that Betty would have preferred that Cheri save for her. Then she walked farther down the hall to Cheri's room, where the door was standing open. Betty paused at the doorway, then looked inside. It was really amazing how much of Cheri's personality was in the room, it almost felt as if her friend was with her right then. It looked like Cheri had done some hasty packing, this morning or perhaps this afternoon, undoubtedly preparing for her fling in Tahoe. A dress and a blouse were laying on the bed where they had been tossed, and one of Cheri's bras was hanging over the edge of an open drawer in the chest.
Betty felt a slight twinge of guilt as she walked into the other woman's bedroom, even though she knew that Cheri wouldn't have minded even if she knew. She looked around and was vaguely amused at Cheri's idea of housekeeping. Neatness had never been her long suit. On her writing desk there were a scattered sheaf of sketches of nudes, and although they were rough so that Betty could not identify them, she hoped that they weren't of Veronica. On the floor was a pair of crumpled leotards where Cheri had tossed them.
Neatness isn't everything, Betty thought.
She walked over to Cheri's dresser. Perhaps she might neaten up things a little bit, so that Cheri wouldn't be returning to a messy room. She wasn't, after all, mad at her ... Betty reached out and removed the bra from the drawer it was hanging over, glancing at it, rubbing the fabric between her thumb and forefinger to touch the fabric. That was Cheri's lingerie drawer, not that she wore much of that sort of thing, except when she was at work, being the perfect secretary. Holding the bra in her fingertips, she was reminded of Cheri, or rather, she was reminded of Cheri's luscious body. Just think, this wispy little piece of nothing gets to hold Cheri's incredible tits all the time, and does it appreciate them? No! To cup them, to lift them, just as Betty had once held them, lifted them, suckled on them. Her mind went back to the time that she and Cheri had had sex, an event that normally she kept tucked away in the back of her mind and really didn't like to think about too much because of the longings that it evoked in her. She remembered the big mounds of Cheri's boobs, each capped with those big, perfect pink nipples, the shading of that pink almost impossible to describe ... or to resist ... Betty looked at the bra again and thought about Cheri when she would sometimes wander around in her underwear before work, perhaps sitting in the kitchen and having a cup of coffee, perhaps rushing around the house and trying to find where she had left something the night before. The way her nipple-ends would spike through the thin, white fabric was so fucking pretty, such a fucking turn-on, though she had never told Cheri so. So many times, sitting there across from her, she had had the urge to lean forward and to take those nipple-spikes in her lips, right through the fabric of the bra, to suck on them, to make them go all distended and to make those twinges of pleasure rocket through Cheri. But she had always willed that forbidden urge down, denied that it even existed....
Betty pressed the filmy fabric of the bra to her face , inhaling, and pretended she was pressing her face into, between Cheri's tits. She moaned, imagining those firm, conical mounds and their soft pressure against her face, against her mouth, against her tongue. She imagined the little spike of one of Cheri's nipples protruding hard against into her mouth, and she pretended to take it into her lips and to suck,, to suck. She imagined herself licking at the big, pink aureoles of Cheri's tits, licking, stroking her tongue around the almost invisible shading at the edges, making the edges go all pink and dimply and beautiful. She kissed and sucked at the bra, moaning, pretending it was Cheri's tits she was doing it to.
Betty lay back on Cheri's bed and, still clutching the bra, she opened the buttons of her shirt. Then she popped the button on the jeans she was wearing and dragged them and her flimsy underwear down over her hips. She looked at her own brunette curly snatch and realized that she was getting wet, getting warm inside her pussy channel, and that the spit-curls of hair at the base of her snatch were plastered into the dampness of her pussy cleft. She lay back and let one of her hands descend down her belly and into the jungle of her tangled cunt-hair, going lower to embed her fingers into her cunt, squishing them into the hot, hot wetness. Betty writhed on the bed, grinding her ass into the covers as she worked her fingers into her pussy, grinding her hand into her clit, grinding the cups of the bra into her face and mouth. She was so hot she didn't even know what she could do about it! Betty kissed, licked and sucked at that bra, all the while imagining that it was Cheri's pink, out-thrust tits she was doing it to, while she poked and prodded her fingers into her cunt. Hotter than hell, she was panting, gasping, whimpering as she fingered herself, bringing her body closer to the inevitable explosion of joy.
Why would she do it to me? she pleaded with herself, aching inside. Why would she make it with another broad when I'm the one that ... that ... wants to love her, to fuck her! That wants to suck her titties, to flick my tongue on her nipples, that wants to kiss her and have our tongues wrestle with each other, suck each other as if we're sucking two wet little pricks. She kept up the banging with her fingers, driving herself onward physically and with her imagination toward her climax.
She must know that I would give anything to see her naked here beside me, to lower myself between her legs and to press my mouth to her dark pussy, to shove my nose, my tongue into her crotch ... I want to eat her! To fuck her! To eat out her ass, to look at her ass-hole, driving my tongue hard into her ass-hole; to suck, to lick, to probe....
Betty gritted her teeth and began to furiously flick her thumb on her clit, feeling her thighs, her legs tremble as she did so, feeling her own breath quickening. Yes, she said to herself, rubbing the bra over her little, up-perked tits, over the large brown nipples, if Cheri was here she would want to do the same to me, she would want ... she would want ... and then just the image of her friend's blonde head shoved into her crotch made Betty work her fingers more furiously, pinching and twiddling her clitoris while she thought about her friend's pink tongue licking out and flicking and sucking ... and she lost everything and arched back, feeling the waves of sex rape her brain, wanting every hole sucked, fucked, screwed by Cheri ... Wanting everything done by Cheri endlessly, wanting to do everything to Cheri, to do every one of her holes endlessly....
It was probably the most beautiful beach that Cheri had ever seen in her life, and it amazed her that it was deserted. The white sand was bordered on all sides by rock and sloping shoulders of earth, fringed with tall stands of pine trees. The sky was an incredible pastel blue, with fleecy white clouds curdled all through. The water was ... how blue? ... It was the clear, transparent blue of a sapphire engagement ring offered by a rich man....
Al Monte laid two oversized beach towels down and, lowering himself to the ground and sitting on one, was content to watch Cheri cavort and play in the crystal-blue water. The bikini she had brought with her left very little of her beautiful body to the imagination, but Al Monte still sat there and, in his imagination, stripped off those two remaining string-like pieces of red fabric. Cheri, laughing and splashing, was quite aware of the activity of Monte's eyes-she'd been aware of the activity of men and boy's eyes for quite a long time now, ever since she had developed tits-but she wasn't in the least bit offended. In fact, unlike some women, Cheri found it a turn-on to be ogled by men under any circumstances.
Al Monte was thinking, estimating what it would take to, well, not own, but possess the beautiful blonde in the water. It was impossible for Al to look at those sleek, curved ass-cheeks concealed only by the string of the bikini riding the vertical split, at the concealed triangular patch of fabric concealing ... what? Probably brunette pubic hair ... and at those two high-riding, beautiful, jogging mounds, really only their nipples concealed by the bikini, without figuring out how he could possess all that, to keep its beauty for his own. It all came down, simply, to whether Cheri was willing to go along with the plans he had for her, with the dreams ... He really couldn't change the hand of cards he had been dealt, and somehow Al hoped that Cheri was able to overlook the fact that the dreams were those of a middle-aged, not all that great-looking of a would-be Casanova. If she could only overlook the surface....
Al Monte, as he was well aware, was no kid any longer. And that was probably what Cheri was used to, pretty much: kids. She appeared to be barely into her twenties, and Al suspected that the usual date she might acquire might take her to, what? The drag races? The movies? And then they would try to cop a feel of Cheri's tits, or a screw in the backseat of their car while parked on some lonely side street of Portland. Hell, maybe she would be amenable to giving Al a chance, at least he wouldn't be trying to finger her in the movies, for God's sake!. As far as money, Al could buy her anything, anything, even though she probably didn't realize it. A Lamborghini for Christmas? No problem. A diamond necklace with a stone like a pigeon's egg? Well, maybe a little more difficult, but can do ... But, on the down side of the ledger, Al didn't look like a teenager anymore, either. Sitting there on the sand in his baggy swim trunks he was only too aware of his slight pot belly and of his thinning hair. Did it matter to Cheri? Of course it would matter, it was just a matter of how much it mattered!
He saw Cheri running friskily toward him on the sand, like some nymphet out of a chewing gum commercial, kicking up sand and just taking joy in her youth, in the surroundings.
"Al," she laughed, "you should come in! The water feels wonderful!" She laid beside him and he turned to assess her rump from close-up. Her body looked beautiful, glistening with droplets of water, her hair slicked back and darkened by the water. "Damn, this is just fabulous, Al! Isn't the sun wonderful? I could just stay here forever, I could just live here!"
It was a nice day, Al had to admit. "We're going to have to come up here sometime during the winter. Do you ski?"
Cheri mumbled a vague, pleasured affirmative and relaxed on the towel. "Al, would you rub some of that sun tan cream on me?" she asked, gazing up at him with those doe eyes that she knew perfectly well had their effect on men.
Al reached into the canvas carryall they had brought along, and ,pushing aside the junk they had accumulated, took out a tube of cream. He applied it liberally to his hands and then he began to rub it onto Cheri's pretty, already-tan shoulders. Cheri let out little purrs of pleasure as Al rubbed the cream into her skin, and Al's dick practically did the same. From her shoulders Al descended to her lower back, then he moved down on the towel to get at her legs. Cheri was getting a combination treatment with the sun tan cream and a massage in the bargain, and she was enjoying every minute, but not as much as Al was. He rubbed the cream all over her legs, working from her calves upward. Al was treating himself to her upper thighs last. It was almost maddening as he worked his fingers over Cheri's slim, soft legs, rubbing the cream in. Al's breathing was quickening just being in such close proximity to Cheri's nearly naked body, and his cock was already half-hard in his trunk and growing by leaps and bounds. Al could feel the large, exposed head as it rubbed against the inside of his trunks, asking to be released from its bondage and to find another, softer bondage. It was an annoying, frustrating feeling that made him want to let the big thing spring free, to have its way. Finally Al reached Cheri's upper thighs and his strong fingers worked the suntan lotion in. Cheri was purring her agreement as his fingers molded and caressed her thighs, the soft interiors, and he could watch her clenching her ass-cheeks fully exposed in the bikini-while his fingers worked firmly but softly, his fingers soaking up the deliciousness of Cheri's skin.
Al just couldn't take it any longer.
He went ahead and risked offending Cheri just to stop the torment of seeing her there almost naked, touching her. Al leaned over and slipped his fingers into the topmost part of the bikini. Cheri didn't utter a protest. Then he slid the bikini down. Even though the bikini had revealed just about all there was to reveal of Cheri's fabulous, firm ass, sliding it off sure did make a difference. Al feasted his eyes on the two big, shapely mounds of her ass and then brought his face down. He squeezed her ass-cheeks between his hands while he kissed and licked them like a starving wolf. All Cheri did was to let out a little moan and to move her ass a little in slow, languorous swirling motions, letting him take his pleasure and his eye's and mouth's fill of her rear. Al spread her ass-cheeks with his worshipful fingertips and then lowered his mouth to her rump and began to run his tongue in hot, cat-like strokes between the cheeks, doing a bit of moaning himself. As Al went lower he saw the protruding tuft of dark hair that stuck out between Cheri's legs, saw the little puckered pinkish hole of her anus, and went at his task with a vengeance. Spreading her cheeks with his fingers, his mouth, his nose dove into the warm, wet junction at the base of her ass, licking, nuzzling, moaning, and then thrusting. He slid his tongue into Cheri's ass as he felt her ass clench and squeeze and then do a little rhythmic bucking as if she was simulating fucking someone.
"Oh, Al! Oh, fuck!" Cheri moaned, raising her ass up farther to let Al better squirm and swirl his tongue into it. Al reached under her raised body and slid his hands over her hairy little quim, molding it, letting his fingers slide shallowly into her already widening, wet cunt lips. Cheri was bucking her hips as Al banged her up the ass with his tongue.
In a single smooth motion Cheri rolled over and Al was gifted with the vision of her cunt, her cunt-mound all arrayed with fine strands of dark hair, and the shadowed slit of her crotch. Al dove right to work and Cheri spread her legs, reaching down to clasp Al's head in her fingers as he burrowed his tongue into her cunt, tickling, driving it in until she was letting out little rhythmic yelps and banging her cunt hard into his lips and tongue and teeth. Al was licking and chewing to his heart's content, but suddenly he got the message. His cock was telling him it wanted a piece of the action, too.
Al climbed further up the towel and, standing on his knees, slid his trunks down. His cock arched at an angle away from the liberally-furred tangle of his crotch, bobbing semi-stiff in the air. He hoped Cheri liked it.
Cheri did! Al came up next to Cheri and, taking his cock into his hand, let it slide up and down Cheri's pussyslit, dawdling, pressing it inward. Her cunt was wide and cherry-tinted inside, and with a single plunging arch Al sank it deep into more sensation than he had ever known before. Maybe it was crazy, but the sensation of having his prick lodged into that chick's cunt seemed to carry to him all her youth, all her longing.
Al smiled, even as he jogged his cock in her. Maybe it was just that she was a hell of a lot tighter than any pussy he had had for a very long time! He'd just seen the end of fifteen long years of misery married to Irma, his thankfully ex, and he was feeling an incredible relief being out of that trap, hoping he would never lets himself be hogtied and humiliated, ass-fucked by a shrewish woman like that again. Al slid Cheri's bikini top off of the twin, glistening mounds of her tits and stared at the two little ruddy-pink bobbing nipple-castles sitting atop those two big white hillocks of breast. His hands reached out and, as he continued to prick her down below, his hands molded and caressed her tits. Cheri moaned and writhed, and Al loved the look of pleasure on her face, her mouth lolling wickedly open, her tongue going out to dodge over and glisten her lips.
Al just kept on banging. He was harder than he ever remembered being before, even in his college days when he was giving Irma a chase around the block, and his cock felt like some kind of a sawed-off broomstick handle shoved up the little wench's crotch. He felt like he could have banged away on her tight little pussy for an hour, for a week, forever.
Cheri just couldn't believe that cock of Al's! He just kept ramming and slamming, punishing the inside of her cunt with it! He was so hard, and he was going on for so long! Obviously he wasn't quite the over-the-hill guy that she might have thought at first blush! She was already out of control, feeling like she was experiencing one long, continuous orgasm as he beat that pecker hard and repeatedly into her, beat that pussy into whimpering, total submission with it like it had needed for ever so long! Al was so forceful, so strong, like a raging bull plowing into her from above, and just when she didn't think she could take another stroke of that big, stony prick of his she was shattering ... shattering into a hundred pieces as the sweet pinkness of her orgasm engulfed her whole body. Convulsing, it seemed like the universe was turning into sweet soft ecstasy, and that all of her ecstasy was molded around the hard rod of Al's prick that now ... fired a streamer of molten jizz to splatter deep into her, burning her inside, burning her like she had always wanted to be burned....
"She fuckin' what?" Bob asked, his face outwardly showing no expression.
"I said she went to Lake Tahoe. I'm not going to make any excuses, if you expect me to. C'mon out of the doorway, and I'll show you the note."
Bob followed Betty into the kitchen, his mind whirling, not knowing what to think. She handed him the note from Cheri, and he read it, then read it one more time just to be sure.
"You want a cup of coffee?" Betty asked.
Bob looked up from the note. "Uh, sure." He sat down at the kitchen table, then looked at the note again. "Tahoe? What business has she got in...." Betty could almost see the gears in Bob's mind spinning, could almost hear them whirring as he sorted through the mystery of Cheri taking off without advance notice. "And another thing, where did she get the dough to go there? She blew the last of her savings on fixing the transmission in the car a couple of weeks ago...."
Betty handed him the cup of coffee, still waiting for the truth to dawn on Bob.
"Oh," he said, things finally starting to filter through. "Oh."
Bob took a sip of coffee and sat for a moment, thinking. "Do you know this ... this guy she took off with?"
Betty sat across the table from him and sipped at her own coffee. "No, I don't. It was as much of a surprise to me as it is to you. It's my guess that it's somebody she met at work." And then Betty realized that it might not be a guy. It might be Veronica and Cheri fucking their brains out at some resort hotel by the lake, and then she suddenly started to feel heated. She held back her thoughts from Bob, she didn't need to get him any more disturbed than he probably already was.
"That tears it," Bob said, but without anger. "I guess she expects me to be here for her when she gets back from her fuck spree in Tahoe with this new guy of hers. It ain't gonna happen."
Betty bit her lip, and looked at Bob. Suddenly she saw what he was seeing, and she saw that the floodgate that had kept she and Bob apart while he and Cheri were together was rapidly springing leaks.
"I can't say I didn't expect it...." Bob said. "Cheri has a pretty liberal attitude when it comes to sex. She told me that upfront, but I guess I didn't really pay attention. I wanted to hear something else, can you blame me? I guess I was too hot to get into her pants to think about anything else."
"Yeah," Betty said, "other guys have felt that way about her, too. They get hypnotized by her tits, I think."
Agreements were over, now.
Bob reached out his hand, testing the water behind the floodgate. He touched Betty's arm and she lifted her eyes to his. They sparkled.
"Are you sure?" Betty said.
He leaned over and took her in his arms, holding her close, squeezing her. His actions could still be construed as just being comforting, but that wasn't his intention, at all. He could feel the bulbs of her tits pressing right through his shirt. He kissed her on the neck, letting his lips wander further, drifting downward.
Bob," she said, "I don't know if this is such a good idea...."
But by that time it had progressed far beyond an idea, and Betty knew it perfectly well. They both stood up and in one motion Bob popped the snaps of Betty's shirt, stripping it open, exposing her naked tits to view.
"Fuck...." Bob said, staring at the big brown disks of Betty's nipples, at their hard, projecting spikes. His hands went to her little tits, molding them, distorting them within his fingertips and he brought his mouth down to a single nipple, took it in his mouth and worked it with his lips and tongue and teeth, making Betty arch her chest into his face, and to whimper with the sensations. She bucked her crotch against Bob's leg, her hands roving down to work his belt buckle open, then the buttons of his pants. She stripped his pants and underwear down and her cool fingers went out to his hot dick, squeezing, working, bringing it rapidly to attention. Bob lifted her up on the kitchen table, moving the cups of coffee onto a chair. He undid her pants and then dragged them over her hips, watching her pussy-hair arise auburn brown and shimmering. She spread her legs and Bob rapidly levered his body over her, thrust his cock down to her ready, wet pussylips and thrust into her, jolting her on the table, making her grunt with the shock, grunt with the pleasure.
"Shit, Bob," Betty gasped, her face tortured with pleasure, "I've waited for this for so fucking long...."
And Bob had, too. He had wanted to screw Betty practically from the moment that Cheri had introduced them, had even suggested to Cheri on a couple of occasions that it might be fun and harmless to include Betty into their sex play. Now he was going to get the opportunity to find out what Cheri's friend was like in the sack, and he could hardly wait. He hovered over Betty, his hands taking his pleasure, while his naked ass bucked and drove his long, hard stem into her cuntchannel, each stroke making her jerk on the kitchen table, making her gasp with the impact. He leaned down and his ass was going like a machine out of control, pounding his rod deep into her, making her beg for his dick.
"Do me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me!" Betty gasped out, completely oblivious to the fact that she was fucking the guy who had, moments before, been her best friend's lover. "I want it!" she groaned, wrapping her legs around Bob's ass, "I've got to...."
And then Bob drove that final hard flurry of strokes and he too was washed away, was slamming his boner into the center of that fire that was exploding between them, blowing the whole world away....
The difficult part to deal with was after the fuck. Bob and Betty both felt guilty about screwing behind Cheri's back, regardless of what she was up to in Tahoe. They were friends, they were lovers, and it just didn't seem right to be concealing anything from her. It was silly, but that was the way it was. Still, they also both knew that the scene between Bob and Cheri was dead, if only because of the fucking she and he had done, and they knew that something was might be developing between them. They only hoped that it wouldn't destroy their friendship with Cheri.