Chapter 8
When Jackie returned home from visiting her mother, she immediately sensed something had gone on between Greg and Vickie.
That night Greg wasn't interested in fucking, although usually on Sunday nights they had what they affectionately referred to as their weekly orgy.
Jackie was no prude. She'd fucked both her stepsons and felt no guilt. But she had no intention of sharing Greg with Vickie.
She decided to handle the matter by taking Vickie into her confidence. She wouldn't tell her anything important, but she would take her out to lunch and pretend she wanted to become friends. Make a friend of an enemy and that enemy becomes a friend—she'd heard that once and now was the time to try it. And if that didn't work she had another plan. A plan she wasn't eager to try with a girl she didn't like, but which involved one of her favorite forms of sex— lesbian love.
She had experimented with lesbian sex several times in her life. She liked it and thought Vickie would too. The girl looked cock-hungry most of the time.
Now she urged the teenager to finish her wine. She felt somewhat giddy as she refilled her own glass.
"Why're we having lunch?" the girl said sullenly.
"I thought it would be nice if we had a chance to talk alone. Just the two of us. Girl talk."
Vickie drained her glass and wrinkled her nose. "I hate girl talk."
Jackie whistled softly. This wasn't going to be easy. "I do too," she said firmly. "Let's talk about men."
Vickie began sipping her second glass of wine. "I think this is silly. You're a married woman. Why would you want to discuss men with me?"
Fuck you, little girl, Jackie thought. "I thought it might be fun," she said instead.
She signaled to the waiter to bring another bottle of wine. They both drank a lot, but the conversation remained stilted. After a while they ordered lunch, but Vickie just nibbled on the delicious food.
Jackie ate with gusto. The little bitch wasn't going to ruin a perfectly good meal. Not on the one day she was breaking her diet.
She chatted about clothes and the family, but Vickie didn't say a word. Occasionally she smirked, but most of the time her eyes wandered over the room. She looked decidedly bored.
"This is nice, isn't it?" Jackie said, becoming desperate.
"Can we go home soon?" Vickie said.
Jackie forced herself to smile although her lips felt tight and stretched. She flashed her perfect white teeth and shook her head.
"I don't know about you, but I've just got to have dessert."
She hailed the waiter and ordered dessert. Vickie rolled her eyes and turned away. "I don't want any. I just want to get home."
Jackie ordered a brandy just for spite. She would force the little cunt to linger over lunch if it killed her.
"Well, I'm having fun even if you're not," Jackie said.
"You can't buy me," Vickie said in a cold sharp voice.
Jackie choked on her brandy. "I'm not trying to buy you."
"Yes you are," Vickie said quickly. "I know when I'm being courted." Her nostrils flared and she frowned. "Anyway, I'll be out of the house in a few years and you won't have to worry about me messing things up." "Messing what up?"
A tiny smiled crossed the girl's pretty face. "Whatever," she muttered.
Jackie refused to walk into the girl's trap. She would be sweet and friendly if it killed her.
"Well, I'm glad we're having this time alone," Jackie said.
Vickie raised her eyebrows. "Jesus!" she hissed under her breath. "I am," Jackie said defensively. Vickie nodded. "Yeah, we ought to do it more often," she said sarcastically.
"You might get to enjoy it," Jackie said. She placed her hand over the girl's. "Your hand is freezing."
Vickie didn't pull away. "Yeah, I guess I've got a warm heart."
It was the first unhostile sentence she'd uttered since they left the house. Jackie was grateful for it.
"As a matter of fact, I bet that under that tough facade you do," she said.
Vickie peered at Jackie over the top of her glass as she sipped her wine. The woman was confusing her. Why was she being so nice? It wasn't easy being nasty to her when she acted so nice.
"I'm not so nice to you," she blurted.
Jackie shrugged. "I understand about those things." After a moment of silence she continued. "As a matter of fact, I do have a little problem I thought I could bounce off you. I know you're very young, but I'd like to try."
Vickie tried hard to look bored. "What problem?"
"I think Greg's losing interest in me."
Vickie blushed andlowered her lashes. "What makes you think so? "
"Nothing specific."
Vickie nodded. "Isn't that what happens when you're married?"
"Maybe so. I never thought about it that way."
The intimacy between them made Jackie feel warm all over. Of course the brandy helped, but suddenly Vickie seemed to be softening up and even talking civilly.
They talked about boys and high school and dates. Talking about dates added a conspiratorial ring to the conversation.
"I'm not a virgin," Vickie said defiantly.
"I didn't think you were," Jackie said, patting her head.
"Did I really help you before?" Vickie said.
"You certainly did." Jackie lowered her voice. "Maybe it's time I did something to make him jealous. Give him a hard time once in a while, if you know what I mean."
Vickie stared at her unblinking. "I think I do. You mean you'll cheat on him?"
Jackie laughed uneasily "I was thinking of something a little different. Like giving another kind of sex a whirl."
"Another kind?"
"Not with another man, you know, but with another woman. That would really shake him up if he found out about it."
Vickie stared at her wide-eyed. "One of my friends wanted me to try it," she said.
Jackie held tight to her hand. "And were you tempted?"
"Sort of. Anyway, I think Uncle Greg still loves you."
"I wish I was sure."
"Did you ever do it with another woman?" The girl's eyes bore into hers.
"Yes, before I got married I indulged myself occasionally."
The teenager drained her wine glass. "Did you like it?"
Jackie winked and deliberately licked her lips. "Not bad."
"Just not bad?"
"Pretty terrific."
"What's it like?"
Jackie knew she had the girl in the palm of her hand. "I never came so much."
"Oh?" The teenager moved her hand away from Jackie's and twisted her napkin in her lap.
"It's not better with a woman," Jackie said softly. "It's just different. You really ought to try it one of these days. I think you'd like it."
Vickie's face turned pink. "I don't know who I'd do it with."
Jackie took a deep breath. "It would be one way for us to become friends," she said. "You mean you'd ..." "Yes, I would." Jackie's voice was a whisper. "I'd do that for you and for me. For us, really. We're both women. If we give each other pleasure it'll be hard to resent each other.!"You mean you resent me too?" Vickie said. "Of course," Jackie said. "I'm human. I've got all the fears you've got. Just because I'm older doesn't mean I've got it all together." "I don't know ..."
Jackie moved closer and touched her thigh to the teeanger's. "You can stop whenever you want to. Just say the word. We have the house to ourselves all afternoon. What do you say?" Vickie turned to the woman and saw she was sincere. She felt warm and dizzy from the wine. And more than a little turned-on.
"What do you say?" Jackie said. Her mission had been to make the girl like her. But now she wanted to go to bed with her in the worst way. She wanted to make it with the teenager. Vickie nodded slowly. "I'll try it," she whispered.
Jackie winked, pushed her chair back and rose up. "Let's get the hell out of here," she said.
Twenty minutes after they left the restaurant Jackie was having second thoughts. As they entered the house she paused to make certain they were alone. Then she told Vickie, to sit down in the living room.
She threw her purse on the hall table. "I'll fix us something to drink," she said.
Vickie sank down on the sofa arnd pulled her feet up. When Jackie returned with their drinks, she began talking.
"One thing is bothering me," the older woman said. "I don't want to take advantage of you in any way. I want you to do this only if it's what you really want."
Vickie smirked as she sipped her drink. "I'm no baby. I do only what I want."
Jackie relaxed. "Okay, that's out of the way."
"What about us taking a shower together," Vickie said. "It might relax you."
Jackie nodded, rose up and followed the teenager upstairs. She took two bath towels from the closet and placed them on the towel rod. They undressed in the bedroom. Vickie was the first to move to the bathroom and climb into the shower.
By the time Jackie joined her, the youngster was soaping up. Jackie picked up a bar of soap and absently lathered her tits.
To Jackie's surprise and disappointment, Vickie quickly rinsed off and climbed but of the shower. "I'll be in the bedroom," the girl said.
Jackie was beginning to have misgivings again. The girl's behavior was strange. But she had started this thing and she had to finish it.
She continued her shower while Vickie, still naked, lay down on the bed. Vickie listened to the sounds Jackie was making in the bathroom. When the shower stopped running, the blonde's heart pounded. This was all too kinky. Maybe if she pretended to be sleeping, Jackie would leave her alone.
When Jackie entered the room, Vickie closed her eyes. She felt Jackie's eyes on her. Why didn't I put a robe on? she thought.
As for Jackie, she regarded the naked figure on the bed and became aroused. She gazed at the girl's ripe ass and perfectly shaped tits.
Still towejing herself dry, Jackie sat down on the edge of the bed. She wasn't fooled. She knew Vickie was awake.
After a few moments Jackie tossed the towel onto a chair and bent over the girl. She touched her thigh and Vickie flinched.
"Don't be afraid," Jackie said.
Vickie opened her eyes. "I guess I'm nervous." Then she fastened her eyes on the hang of Jackie's big tits and she smiled. Reaching out, she pinched one of the older woman's nipples and moved her thighs apart. "I'm not afraid any more. Do what ever you want."
Jackie climbed between the girl's thighs and leaned over her. Her lips sought the peaks of Vickie's tits, and when she found them she closed her teeth over one of the nubs.
Sparks of excitement flowed through Vickie's body. Her pleasure mounted in waves as Jackie's greedy lips worked their magic. "I think I'm going to like this," the blonde said.
Jackie's answer was muffled against the girl's titflesh. It didn't matter. She used her hands to explore the treasure between the girl's legs. She used her fingers gently and expertly as the blonde moaned and squirmed.
Gyrating her ass, Vickie thrust her tits and cunt towards Jackie's mouth and hand. The girl spread her thighs wide, urging her aunt to touch her pulsating pussy-folds.
A fire spread within her. She had never expected to ball another chick, especially Jackie. She still didn't like her, but she would take all the pleasure she offered.
As for Jackie, making friends with the teen was the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. She crouched over the girl, paying homage to her youth and beauty while she pressed hot kisses on her swollen tits.
Jackie's fingers explored the girl's snatch while her teeth nibbled her stiff nipples. Then she dragged her lips from Vickie's tits to her rounded belly and from there to the inferno between the girl's legs.
A long time had passed since Jackie had buried her face in a cunt. Now she cupped the damp hairy flesh and thrust a finger into the teenage cunthole.
"Oh, God, you're going to make me come!" Vickie cried, her chest flushed with passion. "That's the idea," Jackie said, parting the girl's thighs and sniffing around her twat. "Stick your finger inside again." Jackie pushed her finger deep inside the girl's cunthole. She stroked her finger in and out. "Like this?" "Yes, but kiss my tits, too."
Jackie's tongue worked on the girl's nipples. She licked from one tit to the other, all the while fingering her gash.
"I'm so hot," Vickie moaned, her body surging with strange, wild feelings. "I feel sort of floaty and funny."
"You're turned on," Jackie chuckled.
The girl raised her ass off the bed. "Kiss my cunt."
Jackie swooped down and closed her lips over the golden curls of Vickie's muff.
Vickie gasped. She grabbed Jackie's head and then clamped her thighs around it. Jackie grew bolder, probing her tongue over the girl's clit.
Vickie opened and closed her legs while Jackie parted the moist lips of the girl's cunt and burrowed inside her cunthole. Jackie felt her own excitement mount as she savored the heady fragrance of the girl's passion.
Jackie enjoyed Vickie's response. The girl was highly sexed, there was no doubt about that. As she licked her clit steadily, Jackie wondered how it would feetto once again have her cunt worked over by a female.
Vickie strained to come. She panted and moaned and told Jackie she loved her. Jackie knew the girl didn't mean it, but it sounded good and spurred her on to suck more vigorously.
Vickie finally came. She pumped her cunt at Jackie's sucking mouth until the last quiver of her orgasm. "Oh, God, that was good," the girl said with a groan.
After a while she rolled over and lay between Jackie's wide-open thighs. She looked at Jackie's gaping cunt and smiled. "You're very wet."
Jackie quivered. "That's because I'm very hot."
"Do you want me to suck it?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you do and I think I'm going to love it." And the next moment the teenager lowered her mouth to the older woman's dripping cunt and began sucking.