Chapter 2
May would always remember how she, herself, had peeled down Jeanie's shorts, then impulsively seized the elastic band of her white silk and lace trimmed panties and started sliding them down the girl's peaches and cream pelvis.
When the two of them were naked, they entwined arms around each other and May thrilled to feel Jeanie's hot eager mouth descending upon her own. Jeanie's lips were soft and demanding. Her tongue was a live electrical wire, searing everything in its path, scorching the roof of May's mouth, then swooping down to collide with her tongue. May began twitching as Jeanie's palm massaged her lower tummy, and her fingers tangled with the thick mesh shielding her maidenhood.
"Do the same to me," Jeanie's voice was thick with desire. "The way I'm doing it to you."
May obeyed, if only because she wanted Jeanie's hands to continue massaging, to stroke the sleek warmth of her inner thighs, to reach down so deep, that it felt as if she were transported to Paradise.
"Do you like it?"
May admitted it was the most wonderful feeling she ever knew. Her breasts were being mauled by Jeanie, but there was no instinctive revulsion as she would have felt if a boy touched her. Instead, May felt her pulse quickening and she knew that she loved every bit of it.
Mays mouth began exploring Jeanie-kissing her throat, then seizing one of her rounded globes, and nibbling at the rose tip. May took the milky white globe in her hands, cupped it, squeezed it, all the while listening to Jeanie's gasps and soft exclamations of ecstatic pleasure. She squeezed the breasts, each one in rotation, then took one of them, pressed tightly to emphasize the nipple and this was seized between her lips.
"Ohhhh," moaned Jeanie, threshing wildly on the bed, her hot and anxious body naked and filled with a savage yearning. Her hands did things to May and as her nipple was whipped by May's tongue, she knew she could not control herself much longer.
Jeanie next did it to May, kissing the breasts, seizing a hard and elongated nipple between her white teeth and biting down so hard that the girl stifled a scream.
May was so excited, so far on the paths of Lesbos that she could not go back, or even try to control herself. She straddled Jeannie, and then brought both of her breasts down on Jeanie's lips. "Kiss them-kiss them," she gasped, feeling her flushed face grow boiling hot with urgency.
Jeanie kissed one, then the other, then started kissing the smooth valley between the two of the breasts, and started even nibbling at the flesh of her naked midriff.
Just how it came about was never clearly remembered by May Kramer. But she knew that the two of them were now lying prone, with May underneath and Jeanie above her, simulating a heterosexual position.
Jeanie was whispering in the soft lobe of May's ear, kissing the tiny shell like extrusion at the same time. "I'm going to make you rise in the clouds. You'll go floating all the way up-you'll shoot like a rocket."
In a daze, May Kramer wondered what Jeanie meant; she heard the bedspring creak under their combined weight as Jeanie shifted her body. In a few moments, Jeanie's breasts brushed against May's lower tummy.
And suddenly, May was aware of a spark of fire being ignited within her very being. What started as a licking spark soon burst into a growing fire; a forest fire that spread over her thighs, causing her to become tight and anxious. She made soft, moaning sounds. She was burning up.
Jeanie was kissing her all over, but when she came to one most delicate region, it was enough to make May fairly leap up to the ceiling-to rise in the clouds. She stifled a low scream.
The fire erupted into a savage heat. There was a sharp knife-like pain tearing through her loins. The floodgates poured open. The dam cracked loose. The waters came bursting free. The waters were hot-boiling hot!
May loved it! She loved the boiling heat that tore through her vitals and kept smashing against the back of her head. She arched her body, raised her hips, felt Jeanie's palms slip beneath and cup the soft slopes of flesh. Again, the smashing reverberations tore through her very innards, washed away the pent up desires, made her taste the sweet ecstasy of pure joy.
She was floating on the clouds. She was being bathed in the most scented, smoothest, delicious sea of fragrant waters. She was tasting the nectar of the forbidden fruit that grew on the isles of Lesbos where Sappho ruled supreme.
Now she wanted more-as she felt herself sinking down upon a world of soft cushions made of raw flesh, she wanted more. She twisted at her waist, let her breasts dance back and forth. May's lips sought Jeanie's mouth; her arms worked to push the girl down on the bed.
May was now on top. Her eyes were glazed. She was still intoxicated by the dizzying experience. She started kissing Jeanie who lay flat on her back, exhausted by what she had done, but filled with expectancy and eagerness.
"Love me-all the way," sighed Jeanie.
May obeyed wordlessly. Still throbbing from the experience, she was beyond conversation. She kissed Jeanie, then nibbled at the soft hollow of her throat, finally going down-down-down-until her tongue was as sharp and provocative as a needle sharp lash-licking at the valley between Jeanie's twin peaks, flicking back and forth across the areola, causing Jeanie to squirm with pleasure-pain, knowing that it was driving her into a wild frenzy from which there would soon be an explosive climax.
"Now ... oh, please ... now-" sobbed Jeanie, her legs performing a pagan scissor-dance, opening and closing, opening and closing.
"Not yet," whispered May, wanting to prolong this moment to the maximum, knowing that she would remember this first time for the rest of her life. She wanted to preserve it.
"Please," Jeanie kept sobbing brokenly, raising her hips, begging May to clutch her by the soft buttocks. "Kiss me-kiss me...."
May's dark hair teased Jeanie, the strands flickering across her breasts, down over her expansive rib cage, then tickling her waist. When the dark, silky hair was caressing the soft inside of Jeanie's thighs, she knew that merciful fulfillment was in the offing.
May kissed Jeanie where she would feel it the most. She swept away so many years of confusion, fears and inhibitions. These emotions were replaced with the floodgates of desire. Now May was going to enter the strange world of twilight love.
May had a dim awareness that she was not only a willing partner-she was a willing lover. She was on both .sides of the picture and in so doing, she severed herself from what could be regarded as normal.
Was this abnormal?
As May swooped down and seized her prey, the shudders that tore through both of their bodies in unison, made everything feel so heavenly blissful that she knew-
It was normal!
She loved it!
She loved the singing feeling it gave her. She thrilled at the way Jeanie's hands seized her black hair, forced her head into the desired channels, compelled her on and on and on....
May loved this.
There was no fear. No pain. No rough calloused hands of boys. No brute strength of inexperienced men-no cruel thrusts of those who regarded girls as vehicles for their own selfish pleasures.
No. With Jeanie, there was sweet purity. As the shudders erupted into volcanic earthquakes, the two of them fell into one another's arms, their breasts as soft as pillows, the nipples as sharp as spear tips, but their mouths were soft and moist and they fell into a world of their own love.
Again and again, the reverberations erupted and ripped their bodies apart-and in answer to this ancient, almost pagan demand, their hips bounced up and down, their sharp pelvic bones crashed against each other and both May and Jeanie found that there was one type of love that far outshone all others. It was the love a woman could have for another woman.
Neither of them were girls any longer. They emerged another woman.
Now, May Kramer stood before the mirror, weighing her breasts, thrilling to the pangs of shock when she tweaked the areolars between her thumb and forefinger.
She had a fleeting desire to bring about her own high point, but even now, as she turned to regard her side view, with the soft slopes of her back caught up in the setting sunshine streaming through the windows, she felt a sense of shame. She looked at the way her rounded buttocks came to a crease where they joined her thighs, and wondered whether she was normal!
"I loved it," she said somberly to her reflection in the mirror. "Jeanie made me come alive." She stepped closer, pressed her lips against the mirror. "I love the body of a woman-soft and warm." She arched her shoulders, bent her head and pressed her breasts against those of her reflection. The cool feel of the looking glass made her shiver. She stared somberly at herself, at the slopes of her tummy, the way her dimpled navel was set in just the slightest plump of a hillock.
When she stared even lower, to the vase like shape of her torso, to the forbidden forest of Venus, May Kramer felt the heat rise to her cheeks. "Why do I feel this way about my own body?"
There were so many unanswered questions. But she knew, above all, that she was filled with a consuming desire to learn more. She wanted to have Jeanie again and again and again. Nightly, she would toss and turn, feeling the urgent need, yet Jeanie refused her, saying it was "wrong for two step-sisters to feel this way about each other."
Well, May Kramer was going to do something different tonight. She was going on a date-actually, it was a double date.
Hers was a broad shouldered fellow whose father ran a dairy farm. His name was Max Denning and while he was on the shy side, the way he looked at her when they met in the shopping center of town, made May wonder if he was so innocent as all that. He had a rock hard body, a sun bronzed face that was handsome in a farmerish way of speaking.
Once and for all, May was going to find out if she was afraid of men or if just one experience would make everything right again.
The other pair were familiar. They had been dating each other for months and everybody gossiped about them. The girl, Nancy, was known for being fast and loose. Her boy friend, Ned, was a gangling, loose jointed guy who spoke crudely and had only one thing on his mind. He wanted it any way he could get it. Everything pleased him!
From what May had heard, she wished there were something about Ned in her attitude. Maybe it was best to look for the most in life and let caution go to the winds. No holds were barred.
She even heard it whispered that Ned and Max Denning (her date) would disappear in the bushes for an hour or so. If that were so, then it was true that Ned liked it any way he could get it!
May had to hurry. She was going to be late for supper and her Ma was punctual. Her stepfather whom she grudgingly had to call Pa, her stepbrother Jeff and her stepsister, Jeanie, were always waiting for her at the table. It made her feel so self-conscious to walk down the flight of stairs and know they were listening to every footstep.
May selected a pair of canary tinted Suspants. They slid on easily and kissed her softly dimpled hips. Then she stepped into a silken skirt that had big red and blue polka dots. It swirled around her hips and caught attention to her flashing legs, smoothly curved and delicately soft. She always wanted silk stockings but they were denied to her.
"Don't want you looking like some cheap hussy," was the excuse given by her grumbling stepfather.
As for her Ma, she had no choice but to obey the source of income. She smiled wearily and tried td make May feel better. "You're a naturally pretty girl, May, and that's all that really counts."
She was still naked above the waist; she savored staring at her strawberry tipped breasts, remembering the electrifying thrills she enjoyed when Jeanie kissed them, nibbled and even bit them!
She watched the way they bounced up and down as she walked to the closet, withdrew a candy-striped scooped neck blouse with short sleeves. At first, she would have selected a blouse with no sleeves, but she was not wearing a bra this evening and knew that the natural movements of her chest would expose herself.
Quickly, she slipped into the blouse, buttoned it down in front, felt a tremor as the soft silk teased her nipples. Gratefully, the blouse was not too high so that it could not be ascertained if she was naked beneath or "decently" covered with a bra.
Her durable but unattractive walking shoes were waiting for her. She frowned as she slipped on a pair of baby blue bobby sox. She yearned for silk stockings and high heeled shoes-with narrow toes and an excruciatingly slender vamp so she would look like a real lady! Well, she decided that she was going to save up her money and as soon as possible, try to get away from here. Maybe she would leave for California. She heard that many jobs were open to young girls. It was just a slender ambition, but it was something to cling to.
Downstairs, they were waiting for her. Pa and Ma sat at opposite ends of the table. May mumbled her usual excuses about being sorry for the delay; she glanced sideways at Jeanie who was looking at her plate.
Jeff, who sat facing her at the other end of the table, toyed with his fork. He was never much to talk-in fact, mealtime was always a lonesome experience. The five of them just tolerated each other.
"Will you be out late tonight?" asked Ma as she started ladling out the steaming bowls of minestrone soup and all of them began the meal.
"I'll try to be home on time," said May in a low voice.
Jeff snickered. "Going out for a wild time with Max Denning, eh? Bet he'll teach you a few tricks."
"That's not true!" exclaimed May, losing her appetite which was small enough to begin with. "Isn't a girl entitled to go out once in a while?"
Now it was her stepfather's turn to voice criticism. "You never were much for party times. Why the sudden change?" He finished the soup and now reached for the thick potatoes and huge chunks of beef. He had an appetite for everything-for hard work, for sleep, for punishment!
"I ... I just felt like going out," she cast anxious glances towards Jeanie who was toying with her side dish of steaming green peas and squash. "I mean, I'll be starting work soon-this is the last summer vacation I'll have now that I'm out of school. So I thought I'd have a little fun-and then go to work in town in the department store."
They ate in comparative silence. Only Jeff was noisy with his knife and fork, gulping down every morsel of thick, juicy beef as if this would be the last food he would be given for a long time. After a particularly noisy swallow, he squinted his dark eyes at his stepsister. "Max Denning's a wild one." He was going to cause trouble.
"How would you know?' she snapped. "Maybe you're just jealous that Max has life in him-while you're no different than a plow horse."
He flushed darkly, knowing that his celibate life was being talked about. "I do an honest day's work," he echoed his father's repeated proclamations. He was then at a loss for words.-
"You will be careful, won't you?" It was Ma who now voiced concern, looking worried.
May was impatient to be out of the house. Ned was coming by for her in the car. The others would be with him since they all ate earlier. But at this household, there could be no deviations from routine. Everything was done at a set schedule and nothing could change it.
"I'll be careful, Ma." May was in a hurry to finish the stew. She munched at her vegetables, forcing them down.
"You'll tell me all about the date, won't you?" Jeanie had hardly even touched her food.
"Why is everybody acting as if this is the end of the world?" protested May. "Honestly, you'd think I never went on a date before." She began to wonder if this was the right thing after all. She knew that Max Denning would want to feel her, to do all kinds of things to her. What if she refused him? What would happen? It was too late to cancel the date. She would not change it, even it she had the opportunity.
Suddenly, the loud honking of Ned's car was heard.
May leaped up. She froze in her tracks. A stern look from her father's work worn, sun wrinkled face reminded her of another iron clad rule. "Oh ... may I please be excused?"
The loud honking was more insistent. Muffled shouts could be heard from the merrymakers. Already, the sun was setting and an early autumn coolness stirred the emotions.
May's stepfather relished the slight delay in granting her permission. He took sadistic delight in tormenting this reminder of the man who preceded him. "Very well," he said slowly. "You may leave."