Chapter 6
WES DRESSED HURRIEDLY AFTERWARD. When he was ready to go, he flipped her over and untaped her wrists. Then he ducked out of the building. Celia sat up dully and pulled the tape from her mouth. Then he ducked out of the building. Celia sat up dully and pulled the tape from her mouth. She got to her feet and almost collapsed. There were no bones in her body. She was all liquid. In a daze she walked back to her locker and put on her clothes.
When she left through the main gate, the watchman called to her. "Night, Misses Brown. You're real late tonight. I was starting to worry about you."
She hesitated with her mouth half open. Then she closed it again and walked on. "Good night, Sam."
What could she tell Sam? What, could she tell anybody? The truth? That she had just experienced the most ecstatic sensation of her entire life?
Unlike Eve, Celia was going to keep her big mouth shut!
Wes was thinking similar thoughts as he climbed the steps of his house. The best of his life. No doubt about that. This was the way love was meant to be enjoyed. The male, the aggressor, the complete master. The female, soft, frightened, helpless. He expanded his chest and stepped high and bold onto the porch. He felt like a man.
Sue heard him in the bathroom, whistling as he showered. She had a glimmering of hope that his work had gone well, and that he might. . .just might . . . but no! He climbed onto the bed, and, without even bothering to find out if she was awake or asleep, he began to snore at once. The tears of frustration burned her cheeks. And frustration seared her, burning, keeping her awake almost all night.
When she awoke shortly after nine, Wes had already gone to the college. Heavy-eyed and heavy-hearted, she put on panties, bra, blouse and shorts. She was in the kitchen preparing coffee and toast when the door chimes sounded. She opened the front door and was mildly surprised to see two college girls on her porch. One was Connie Beach, the girl whom she had met in Dr. Marx's office yesterday. The other was a voluptuous blonde girl who reminded her of Marilyn Monroe.
"Hello, Mrs. Parker," the slim, dark girl said gaily. "I'd like you to meet my roommate Lorraine Olson."
Puzzled, Sue invited the girls in for coffee, and they accepted with alacrity. Connie was a confident and fluent spokesman. As she talked, Sue's eyes were drawn to the opulent breasts of the blonde girl. The edge of the table was pushing up on their bottoms, and at any moment Sue expected them to spill out into full view from the top of her daring off-the-shoulder blouse.
"We took the liberty of coming here today, because I did meet you in Dr. Marx's office," Connie said. "I meet a lot of interesting people in my job." The inflection in her voice made Sue unaccountably uneasy. "It's no secret that people who come to the doctor's office are seeking help. Help of a very intimate nature."
Sue licked dry lips. "I don't imagine that Dr. Marx confides the problems of her patients to you, Miss Beach." She tried to put this snippy girl in her place with an authoritative air. but it fell flat.
Connie smiled superciliously. "Certainly not. Nevertheless, it is no secret to me that the men, women, boys and girls who take analysis with the doctor are predominantly concerned with problems of a certain nature. I'd say a good seventy per cent of them."
Sue could not control her blush. At the same time, she became uncomfortably aware of the pressure of Lorraine's bare knees against her bare legs under the table. She pulled back self-consciously, and the blonde girl smiled at her, a queer, secretive little smile.
"I'm a psychology major, you know," Connie said. "That's how I came to work in Dr. Marx's office. I expect to be practicing professionally myself after I graduate. You might say working with the doctor gives me the advantage of on-the-job training." She turned her chair to face Sue and crossed her legs, slim and shapely, under her full short skirt. Sue's eyebrows went up as the skirt hiked up high on her bare legs. That was an immodest way to sit, even in front of another woman, she thought.
"The fact is, Mrs. Parker, that I've been working with some of Dr. Marx's patients outside the office. They get the benefit of additional therapy, at a fraction of what they would pay for that in the office."
Sue was getting angry. The girl was absurd. "Does Dr. Marx know about this?" she demanded.
Connie smiled. "No, I'm afraid she wouldn't approve. But I can tell you that none of the patients have objected so far."
"Well I'm objecting right now," Sue said coldly. "You know nothing about my reasons for seeing Dr. Marx, and I have no intention of confiding them to you, young woman. Now, if you don't mind, I have a very busy day ahead of me." She made a move to stand up.
"Sit down, Mrs. Parker," the girl snapped. "I'm not finished with you yet. I know all about your reasons for seeing Dr. Marx. Your husband can't take care of you any more, and that's left you high strung and frustrated." I
Sue collapsed on the chair, her whole body on fire with humiliation. "You--you terrible creature I" she gasped. "How did youI mean where ? " She couldn't finish.
"It doesn't matter how I know. I do. Now, I think the group therapy sessions that I conduct weekly would be of immeasurable help to you Mrs. Parker. To ease your own personal problem, that is." She smirked. "If you want to bring the professor along, that's all right too. We might just be able to help him, you know. We have special rates for couples. Fifteen dollars a session. Ten for singles."
Sue was outraged. "Group therapy! What kind of nonsense are you telling me?"
"No nonsense about it." She smiled slyly at Lorraine. "Just hanky-panky. The reason I brought along my friend here is that she's one of my satisfied customers. Tell her honey."
Lorraine giggled and shoved her leg against Sue's leg quite deliberately this time. "I was all tied up in knots before I met Connie," she vouched. "Now I'm as loose as goose grease, without a nerve in my body."
Sue withdrew her leg for the second time. "What kind of therapy is this you practice Miss Beach?"
"Very simple. When a patient comes to the office who I believe would profit from special group therapy, I contact him or her. Our group is about twenty now, wouldn't you say, Lorraine? We have college kids, impatient virgins, dissatisfied hubbies. And--" she smiled at Sue, " dissatisfied wives."
"It's not true!" Sue protested weakly. "My husband and I are extremely happy. Well adjusted " She stopped, defeated by the girls' grinning faces.
"You'll particularly enjoy the big event of the evening. We call it 'love buffet.' It's a kind of smorgasbord, you know, you help yourself. An infinite variety of exciting kicks. Boys and girls together. Girls and girls together. And if you can't find what you want, just ask."
Sue raged at her. "You little depraved witch. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to report you to Dr. Marx and then to the police!"
Connie shook her dark head. "No, you're not. You're going to pay me the ten dollars for your first session. It's next Monday night."
Sue choked. "You're insane I"
The girl's dress had slipped further now, and Sue was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She leaned forward and placed a cool hand on Sue's bare leg.
"Mrs. Parker. Among other things, you told the good doctor that about a year ago a certain salesman visited this "house. And that you and he -"
"Stop!" Sue's face was ashen white. "You're vile. This is nothing more than blackmail."
"It's considerably more, Mrs. Parker. May I call you Sue? You see, you're going to get value for every penny you pay me. As a matter-of-fact, you're about to receive a bonus for signing up right now." She nodded at Lorraine. The buxom blonde got up and came around the table to stand in back of Sue's chair.
The gleam in Connie's eyes alerted some sixth sense in the older woman. That was the look of the beast of prey. She bolted out of the chair, intending to run out the back door. But Lorraine wrapped her arms around her waist and held her.
"Let me go!" Sue struggled to break the big blonde's grip. Connie stooped down and grabbed her legs, lifting her feet off the floor. She fought violently and tried to kick the dark girl, but Connie was grasping her under both knees.
"Let's get her into the living room where we'll be more comfortable," Connie said. They carried her, still protesting, through the hall and into the front room. "Right here on the rug. We want plenty of room."
Lorraine giggled.
"What are you going to do?" Sue asked in a fearful voice.
Connie smiled. "I told you. We're going to give you a bonus. A preview, you might say." The two girls laughed hilariously.
Sue gaped as Connie stripped off her blouse and kicked off her skirt. She was completely naked under the outer clothing. Her body was lithe and brown, with hard high breasts and firm, round buttocks. She stood with her hands on her hips, brazenly. Then Lorraine followed suit. Sue was repelled yet fascinated at the blonde girl's overpowering sensuality. Her creamy breasts were caricatures of the female bosom. The nipples resembled crimson plums. The rest of her was the symbol of all womanhood. Sue was embarrassed by this lavish show of naked flesh. Always modest, she even disliked public pools where others of her sex paraded around in the near-nude with nonchalance.
"All right. Sue," Connie said. "Take off your shorts and blouse."
"No!" She tried to scramble to her feet, but Connie pushed her down with a bare foot. She stumbled to her knees and pushed against the dark girl's legs, shoving her back. And she began to scream.
"Shut up, you fool!" Connie slapped her hard across the face. When she continued to scream, she hit her hard across the temple and then again across the mouth. Sue stopped screaming, tasting the blood oozing out of her split lip. She sank down on the floor again, stunned.
The two of them pounced at her. While Lorraine held her hands behind her, Connie opened her blouse and unsnapped her brassiere. Connie eyed her pointed breasts admiringly. "She's got a good pair, Lorraine. I think they're bigger than mine. Let's compare."
She knelt down and held her apple-sized globes against the pear-shaped boobs of her victim. Their nipples mashed. Sue gasped at the touch and tried to pull away, but Lorraine was holding her fast.
"What's "the matter, honey?" Connie laughed. "Are you surprised because that's so good?"
"No! Stop this instant. What kind of filthy girl are you?"
"Let's find out what kind of girl you are, Sue." She unbuttoned Sue's shorts and yanked them off her hips and over her knees.. Sue had put on a pair of sheer, ruffled bikini panties that she had purchased as a weapon in her fight to stir up her husband's libido. They hadn't affected him, but Connie liked them.
"Aren't they the cutest things? I'd like a pair like that myself."
She tried to remove them carefully, but Sue put up such a fight that, by the time Connie worked them to her knees, they were torn to shreds. Shame swept over Sue in great waves as she lay helpless and naked under their leering gazes. Her breasts were heaving with exertion. Her leg trembled violently against the bare flesh of the dark girl kneeling by her. She was filled with revulsion at the proximity of all this female flesh. This was indecent. She looked up at Lorraine and shuddered.
"Please, don't!" she gasped as Lorraine's gentle hands began to caress her breasts, but she was powerless to resist. Her arms were still pinned by Lorraine's knees. The soft, woman's fingers teased her nipples, and, to her horror, she saw them respond. What was worse was the prickling sensation that permeated her entire breasts, and the warm, pleasant shudders that wracked her body.
Connie's eyes shone with satisfaction. "Not so bad, is this Sue?"
"Bet it's been a long time since anyone played with your boobs," Lorraine said slyly.
"Or did this," Connie said. Her hand was softly caressing, moving slowly and tantalizingly. Sue's body convulsed as if she had been touched with a high-voltage wire. Electricity charged through her.
Her mind screamed at her. Why? Why was this happening to her? She of all people, who despised abnormality in love, who had no sympathy for Lesbians. She couldn't help what was happening to her. But why did that have to be so good?
Connie could read her reaction in her flushed face, in her puffy lips and glazed eyes. "That's the girl, Sue. Beginning to sneak up on you now, isn't it?" Her hand became more insistent.
"No!" Sue cried, but the sweet lassitude contaminated her like a miasma. She let herself be rearranged on the rug without protest, let them move her puppet arms and legs for her. Lorraine bent over her from behind, so that her big creamy breasts mashed Sue's face. Nose and mouth traversed the fragrant valley until she was lost. And then she felt the girl's kiss at her own aching breasts, indescribably delicious. Without conscious thought, her own mouth began to move to the mountains of flesh on each side.
Connie was kissing her now too, teasing her. Her lips were amazing, what they could do, the infinite variety of themes they could play on sensitized flesh. And, after her long deprivation, Sue was super-sensitized. Her whole body was in a state of excitation.
She let out a small cry of delight as, together, the three of them scaled dizzy heights. When Sue looked down at the world below, it was an insignificant little sphere, dwarfed alongside one of Lorraine's magnificent boobs.
The finish began as a pinhead of light, a twitch of an eyelid. The light glimmered, her eyes closed, she was wracked with tornado force. Her breasts felt as if they were exploding. Her heart stopped. Her lungs were frozen. There was. nuclear fission taking place.
That happened in a flash of blinding light, and Sue felt the impact of the mushroom cloud.
Lorraine shook against Sue, and, finally, the detonation whip-lashed across Connie's slim, tense form.
For a long time after that was over. Sue lay there on the floor like one drugged.
"Do you think she's all right?" Lorraine asked in some concern, as they dressed.
"She's fine." Connie winked. "She's out of condition, that's all. A few more workouts and she'll be right up there with the rest of us." She addressed Sue. "Bet you're glad now we were so persistent, Sue. You needed to have us much more than you realized. That isn't healthy for a red-blooded gal like you to keep herself in mothballs. Well, that's all over now."
She walked to a table and picked up Sue's pocketbook. Opening it she found the wallet and removed a ten dollar bill from it. "This is for your first session. Don't forget, next Monday night." She placed a slip of paper on the table with an address scribbled on it. "Here's the place where we meet."
When they had gone, Sue got up and put on her brassiere. Her panties were torn and useless, so she threw them In the garbage. She carried her shorts upstairs and put them on over new panties. Her mind was a merry-go-round. Guilt and shame festering sores within her. She marched downstairs and picked up the paper Connie had left, crumpling it in her hand. She flung it into the garbage pail on top of the torn panties.
She sat down on a chair and lit a cigarette, trying to order her thoughts. The reality of what she had done, what she had felt with the two girls, horrified her. That was. incredible. Sue Parker, doing the Lesbian bit! She shut her eyes and shuddered. She had enjoyed every sordid moment of the performance, once the passion gripped her. In her mind, images of how the three of them must have appeared materialized in vivid detail. To her further horror, Sue felt the lust boiling again.
What would Wes think if he knew what she had done? What would he say and do? Probably he would faint. A terrible hatred of her husband flushed over Sue. It was his fault that all of that had happened, to begin with. If he had been a normal husband, instead of an impotent slob, she never would have had occasion to visit Dr. Marx, never would have met Connie Beach, never would have been so frustrated that another woman could arouse her passion.
That was his fault!
She got up and rummaged in the garbage can until she found that slip of paper with the address. A sly smile crept over her face. That bit with the girls had only been a stopgap measure. But that had been delightful. She was raring to go now with some eligible male.
There would be plenty of them at the group therapy lesson Monday night.