Chapter 3
Louisa felt her heart quicken as she looked out the window and saw Al and Marty drive off. She would be here alone with Susannah the rest of the night. Would she be cautious? Would she panic? Or, had the idea of their mutual attraction merely been an extension of her feelings of yesterday, influenced by the evening's drinks?
"Oh . . . oh, my head! I feel terrible!" Susannah moaned as she sat up slowly on the couch, holding her head. She was such a beautiful sight to Louisa that she was quite sorry about the way Susannah felt. Her long, blonde hair had loosened and now fell across her neck and shoulders in a sexy pattern. A strap of her evening gown was hanging off, making the dress open more and reveal almost the whole of one large and lovely breast. She looked to Louisa and asked, "Well . . . wha-hoppen? Everybody leave?"
Louisa smiled at her and nodded.
"My husband too?" she asked, looking around the room rather uneasily, still numbed a bit by the liquor. "Hey, Louisa?" she said, "has he fucked off without me, the dirty prick! Ooops! Forgot you didn't like that kind of language. Bad, bad me!"
Susannah stood up none too steadily and continued to try to search the room with her bleary eyes. "No kidding . . . where's Al? And, say! Where's Marty?"
"It seems they've left us," Louisa said, trying not to sound provocative at all. "Actually, they've gone over to your place for an all-night session of working over the plot of Al's play. After all, that's the reason we're taking this vacation together . . . so they can do just that."
"Oh," Susannah forced a smile. "Midnight inspiration. It happens to all 'creative' writers, I'm told. Look, I think I saw some aspirin tablets on your bathroom shelf, Louisa. Mind if I help myself to a couple?"
Louisa steered her to the bathroom, drew a glass of water and took two aspirin tablets from the bottle. Susannah was right behind her. She went up to the sink and gulped down the aspirin quickly, chasing them with water. Louisa moved into her place in front of the sink and replaced the aspirin bottle and rinsed the glass.
Suddenly, she felt Susannah's hands slide onto her hips. The girl peeped over her shoulder and their eyes met in the mirror of the medicine cabinet. Her body wanted to tremble, but Louisa would not let it.
"So we're all alone here, are we?" Susannah giggled softly. "Mmmmm, I wonder if I'm safe with you without my husband to protect me!"
Louisa swung round. "What on earth do you mean?" she demanded. "That's a pretty weird thing to say, isn't it?"
Susannah giggled again. Her hands had remained on Louisa's hips and she was standing very close to the woman-her body almost touching Louisa's. "Oh, come on!" she whispered. "Don't pretend that you haven't been making eyes at me all evening!" She leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Louisa felt her large breasts pressing into her own, felt the animal heat of Susannah's body as the girl thrust herself insolently against her . . .
She raised her hands and gripped Susannah's shoulders, easing the girl away, feeling her breath becoming uneven and fierce, despite her efforts to control it. Susannah moved her hands quickly around Louisa's waist and interlaced her fingers-cuddling the woman into a tight, firm embrace.
Louisa started to push at Susannah's shoulders in earnest now, but the girl clung to her and rubbed her breasts and thighs in cat-like movements against
Louisa's body. Beneath the girl's sheath-like gown, her ripe bosom and the fleshy softness of her belly pressed meaningfully into Louisa's flesh: and the latter girl could feel herself growing more and more aware of Susannah's voluptuous sexuality . . .
"Please! Stop it, Susannah-you mustn't!" But Louisa could already hear the breathy excitement in her voice and knew that Susannah had noticed it, too. Her efforts to thrust the girl away were growing weaker every moment.
"You're drunk, darling," she cried desperately. "You don't know what you're doing!"
"Don't I?" Susannah smiled directly into her face, those beautiful, mischievous brown eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she whispered. "And so do you!"
Susannah appeared to have sobered completely, Louisa realized. Her words were no longer slurred and indistinct, her eyes had lost that glazed, drunken expression. They held Louisa's in an almost hypnotic stare-challenging and provocative . . .
She stopped struggling. "That's better," Susannah murmured. "Now-tell me you don't like to feel me so close to you!" There was a long, pregnant pause during which Louisa felt her cheeks going red and her will-power slowly evaporating.
"Say it," the girl insisted softly. 'Tell me you don't want my body against yours!"
Louisa looked at the moist red lips, at Susannah's slightly open mouth: the white, even teeth; the soft fleshiness of the girl's neck. Susannah had stopped rubbing herself into Louisa's body, but she could feel those large, thrusting breasts pressing against her own.. .
She started to take her hands away from Susannah's shoulders. But, without Louisa quite realizing what she was doing, the movement turned into a caress and she found that she was slipping the girl's dress straps over Susannah's arms; her fingers pressing into the wonderfully soft skin and stroking the white flesh-slowly-so very, very slowly-bringing her hands down the girl's shoulders until the straps fell to Susannah's elbows.
"That's better!" Susannah gently disengaged her hands from Louisa's waist and pulled the flimsy strips of material over her wrists. A large portion of her breasts had spilled into view during this maneuver, and, staring down at them, Louisa could see the red semicircles of Susannah's nipples sticking impudently out of the girl's much-lowered neckline.
Susannah moved back a step and slowly turned around. "Unzip me, darling-I can't quite reach.. . "
Louisa reached up and took the zipper between her finger and thumb. She felt numb and dazed, in a state of incredulous, dream-like suspension. As she drew the zipper slowly down Susannah's back and saw that the girl wasn't wearing a brassiere, her eyes grew so misty and heated that the expanse of white flesh which she was revealing seemed to blur and melt into a lascivious, fluffly blanket. The area of
Susannah's back was an infinite landscape of soft skin into which she could sink forever, merging with the girl's precious body in a voluptuous, sensual oneness . .
She lowered the zipper until the dress fell away from her back, revealing the girl's white bikini pants. Keeping her feet planted firmly on the floor, Susannah shook her body until the garment was shrugged to an untidy heap around her ankles, then stepped delicately out of the silky folds.
Louisa feasted her eyes on the glamorous sight of the girl's stockinged legs, running them slowly up the thighs and admiring the extremely taut grip of her garter belt. It pulled the sheer black stockings as tightly as possible over the girl's fleshy thigh-tops, drawing them up so that only a scant inch or two of bare skin existed between Susannah's panties and her garters.
The swell of her overflowing buttocks thrusting out of the flimsy and blatantly inadequate briefs, excited her tremendously and Louise recalled suddenly and vividly the lingerie photographs which had always attracted her attention in the glossy magazines.
She knew then that the seeds of her perverse desire had always been present within her. Buried in some deep, secret corner of her mind; never (until this moment) fully bursting into consciousness, they had nevertheless been partially satisfied by her choice of profession. In show business, where she was frequently on assignment with two or three other girls, Louisa was often surrounded in changing rooms and sometimes when posing for sexy publicity stills by scantily-clad female flesh.
The bareness of the under-dressed girls had served to quiet her unnatural instincts-but only for a certain time . . . Unknown to her, they had also unconsciously fanned the flames of her secret lust and now-with Susannah flaunting herself so shamelessly and seductively-Louisa understood that her craving for the naked bodies of her own sex was well and truly out in the open . . .
She watched as Susannah began to turn around to face her once more, the girl moving with a deliberate, provocative slowness. Her headache had magically disappeared-and Louisa knew that the cure had been effected more by the traumatic release of her nervous tension than by the aspirin.
Susannah stood in front of her and Louisa abandoned the pretense of shocked surprise and openly allowed her eyes to wander over the girl's charms.
They traveled an inch at a time over the exciting, practically nude flesh-starting at Susannah's thighs and moving upwards . . . She gazed upon the tight vee swelling around the crotch of the girl's panties; the hard, curvy mound thrusting beautifully, the taut swath of the white nylon cutting deeply into Susannah's vulva.
Her hips were gorgeously round the fleshy, making the girl's waist appear even smaller and nipped in than it was. Louisa's eyes flickered higher. And came to rest on Susannah's most prominent attributes: her very large and shapely breasts.
So that Louisa could admire them at their most sexy and flattering position, Susannah raised her arms and let her hands sweep her hair back on top of her head-causing her breasts to lift and swing momentarily. They really were enormous, Louisa thought, her eyes studying them greedily-hoping that Susannah wouldn't interrupt her appreciation by moving or speaking.
But the girl seemed perfectly content to stand still, hands raised and buried in her rich growth of hair, while Louisa literally gloated on the feminine riches of her body.
For several minutes the girls remained in this position; Louisa scarcely daring to breathe for fear that she would break the spell. Then, as if she felt that Susannah was growing restless, she began to slip out of her own dress-silently stepping out of the green chiffon and unclasping her brassiere.
In a moment, she stood before Susannah wearing only her panties and stockings. She used the self supporting type of nylons and felt even more naked than she looked without the rather comforting feel of a garter belt around her waist.
She ran her tongue over her lips nervously, wondering if she would make the first move towards a more intimate contact. But Susannah, after giving her a searching appraisal, closed the short distance between them and put her arms possessively around Louisa's waist. Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh just above the woman's buttocks-and Louisa quivered, both with fear and expectation.
"That's much better," Susannah whispered. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Isn't it, Louisa?"
"Yes . . . " Louisa heard herself saying. The sharp metal clips of Susannah's garters were digging into her thigh and she could feel the girl's hard crotch thrusting into her own pubic mound.
Even more thrilling than these points of contact was the highly erotic touching of their breasts. She glanced down quickly between their bodies: Susannah's huge white globes were squashed completely out of shape-sticking as hard as the girl could press them against her own, smaller, breasts.
Their nipples had stiffened tremendously, the four red buttons growing longer and thicker as they rubbed sweetly together.
Louisa closed her eyes, her senses beginning to swim, and rested her face against Susannah's. Softly, the girl was stealing her hands beneath the ridge of Louisa's panties. They drew the tight elastic up and the woman felt her bottom being gently massaged by Susannah's soothing, probing fingers.
At once she felt a sharp desire to do the same thing-to fondle and rub the intimate flesh of the girl's buttocks. The urge was strong for her to resist; and in any case, she thought with a smile, why should I resist it? Everything's completely out in the open now. Why shouldn't I do whatever I like to her? She's practically asked me to!
And Louisa followed suit, flattening her hands against Susannah's spine and slowly lowering them until her fingers slipped beneath the tight band of the girl's bikini briefs.
She sucked in her breath as the incredibly soft and supple mounds of flesh came into sweet contact with her fingers. She rubbed them firmly, her hands moving eagerly over the rich globes-at last giving full vent to her long-concealed desires.
Susannah began to writhe herself once more against Louisa, grinding her hips in an easy, slow motion action so that her crotch rubbed into her partner's. So gently did the girl begin this movement that Louisa was scarcely aware of it at first. She then felt Susannah's buttocks tensing and untensing beneath her fingers; the warm, yielding cheeks clenching as the girl increased the intensity of her rubbing.
Louisa imitated her. She urged her own loins forward, feeling an intense excitement welling up in her cunt as the sheer intimacy of what they were doing came home to her.
Holding each other's buttocks, cupping a fleshy cheek in each hand, the girls writhed tightly together. Their bodies touched at every possible point: from their faces, down to their breasts and tummies, and further downwards to their stockinged thighs, they clung as closely as they could.
Until Susannah whispered: "Let's go into the living room, darling, and get more comfortable."
Louisa took one hand out of Susannah's panties and kept the other resting firmly on the girl's right buttock. Susannah followed suit, and they moved slowly out of the bathroom and into the darkened front room-feeling the gentle, rhythmical wobbling of each other's bottom as they walked.
Louisa shivered. "Let me close the windows," she suggested. "It's very cold in here . . . " When she returned from pulling the windows shut and turning the thermostat a little higher, Susannah was already back on the couch. She lay at full-length, her arms resting placidly at her sides, the red glow from the fire giving her half-naked body a compelling, fiery glow; as if she had been summoned up from a hellish inferno.
And as Louisa approached her and Susannah made room for her to he on the couch the girl did resemble some kind of satanic she-devil, conjured up out of a weird, surrealistic nightmare. Her skin was bathed an exotic flame color, her blonde hair tinged a wild shining silver as it cascaded down over her breasts-effectively concealing them from view.
Louisa lay on her side, facing Susannah. She put her hand on the girl's waist, then moved it slowly upwards until her fingers could gently brush the burnished tresses away from the adorable titties.
Susannah watched as her breasts were brought back into full view by Louisa's smoothing hand. The woman's fingers drew the final wisps of hair off her nipples, then remained on the smooth surface: beginning to tickle the nipple with a soft and tentative stroking of her thumb.
She kept the digit beneath Susannah's nipple and drew it slowly up and down, constantly keeping the rising bud in contact with her thumb. Susannah squirmed despite herself. The caress was making her feel hot and itchy; not only in the region of her breast but also much further down her body.. .
Louisa moved a little closer to the girl, until her parted legs were clamped securely around Susannah's thigh. She grew a little bolder: her forefinger joined her thumb in fondling the girl's nipple, and, together, they began to squeeze and worry the juicy morsel-pinching it firmly, then easing the pressure . . . then increasing it.. . while the palm of her hand moved pleasantly on the ripe mound of soft, pliable flesh, rolling Susannah's breast from side to side.
The girl's garter was pressing almost painfully into Louisa's crotch. Its raised steel clasp seemed to be caressing its way between the lips of her cunt, pushing through the thin silk of her panties and working insolently against her clitoris . . .
Louisa could feel herself growing intensely excited by this unusual and stimulating pressure. She raised her left thigh and fitted her leg between Susannah's crotch-then bore down even harder on the metal clasp, beginning to rub her moist slit up and down on it.
This brought her face ever closer to Susannah's breast, and Louisa-through hot and eager eyes-saw the girl's other nipple only a brief space from her mouth. She glanced up at Susannah's face. The girl nodded slowly and deliberately.
"Kiss it, darling!" she urged. And the fierce yearning in Susannah's voice made Louisa feel weak with passion and desire. "Suck it! Suck my titty!" she moaned. "Oh, Louisa, please! Pet it-bite it-do anything you want.. . ! ! "
Louisa sank her lips into the fullness of the girl's breast. The warm flesh felt even softer against her mouth than it had looked-and she quickly fumbled her other hand onto the globe, holding it steady as she crammed as much of the satin-smooth titty between her lips as possible.
When she had her mouth completely full of the girl's wonderful breast, Louisa started to suck it. The firm and supple skin was quickly moistened by her saliva, the woman's lips working in a frantic, greedy gobbling action on Susannah's proud and red-tipped beauty.
Her other hand still cuddled the girl's far breast . . . her fingers never ceasing their rubbing and teasing of the nipple. And after she had mouthed and sucked deeply on the orb which was buried between her lips, Louisa let the gorgeous flesh escape-allowing the tit to wriggle out of her mouth and shimmy.
But before the cheeky red nipple could steal from between her teeth, she quickly clamped them shut around the stalk-biting angrily into the rosy bud and holding it tightly. Then she curled her tongue up and began to dart its tip over the imprisoned nipple: lapping and licking at the stiff and tasty morsel until Susannah was writhing in a terrible frenzy on the couch, her thighs twitching beneath Louisa's legs . . .
As if she was trying to revenge herself on the girl who was tormenting her nipple, she thrust her hand suddenly between Louisa's open thighs and started to rub her fingers urgently up and down the moist folds of the cunt-lips.
Louisa's first, instinctive reaction was to close her legs against this intimate treatment. Then she smiled, despite her excitement, as she remembered that they had abandoned both their moral scruples and their inhibitions.
Louisa shuddered with a sudden trembling ecstasy as she realized what this meant. Every inch of Susannah's body, every single part of the girl's most private and secret regions was hers to treat as the mood and the inspiration took her.
And Susannah had the right to do exactly as she pleased with her bodyl
No longer did it seem wrong to Louisa that she should desire the charms of another girl. How could it be wrong or perverted, she thought dreamily as her fingers plucked daintily at one of Susannah's nipples-and her teeth nibbled sweetly at the other. How could so blissful and wonderful an experience be sinful or evil?
She gave the warm, snug little nipple a loving pinch, and felt Susannah work an exploring finger beneath the elastic of her panties by way of reply. The girl quickly found the deep, rather wet slit of Louisa's cunt and began to ease the tip of her forefinger into it.
Carefully, making sure that she took the longest possible time over the insertion, Susannah dipped the finger into the raw mast of Louisa's pussy. She pried the lips gently apart, then rubbed her knuckles in a preliminary caress up and down the naked wound.
Her thighs began to twitch with a life all their own as, for the very first time, Louisa felt another girl's fingers fondling their way into her sex. She sucked harder on Susannah's nipple, breathlessly awaiting the moment when those slender female fingers would actually push their way remorselessly into her cunt.. .
But Susannah evidently intended to work her up to a fever pitch of desire before bringing her relief. The girl had found the ripe button of Louisa's clitoris, and, nipping it lightly between her forefinger and thumb, she began to toy idly with the stiff red protuberance.
Louisa began to moan, the sounds muffled by Susannah's breast. Hoping to speed the penetration she reluctantly left the girl's other nipple and stroked her hand down the body until her fingers could feel Susannah's panties resting silkily beneath them, She wriggled them under the tight waistband, pushing further downwards over the flat of the girl's belly. Her hand shook with excitement as they touched the short, curly hairs of Susannah's pubic patch and her fingers fondled a path through them and alighted upon the opening to her partner's vulva.
The soft, yielding lips which opened up like the petals of a rare flower made an effective contrast to the hardness of the girl's mound. The thick crotch had felt so firm and muscular beneath her fingers, Louisa mused. As if it were capable of penetrating her cunt and fucking her with as much satisfaction as-
As a man! She gasped, almost losing her hold on the nipple as the bizarre thought stuck her. While her fingers slotted themselves into the wide-lipped cunt, Louisa worked her thumb upwards until it was able to caress the hard pubic mound again.
Yes! Her fevered imagination had little difficulty in transforming the girl's particularly firm pubic mound into a reasonably approximate male organ. She petted it with her thumb, rubbing with harder and harder strokes-half-expecting it to rise up away from Susannah's body and truly assume the shape of a penis!
She was unable to dwell for very long on this exciting fantasy. For one thing, her other fingers had now slipped right into Susannah's vulva and she felt, with a momentary shock, the thick, sticky juices seeping strongly through.
For another, Louisa realized that her own cunt was becoming wet. Susannah had been busily manipulating her clitoris to such an extent that she had without knowing it, anointed the girl's fingers with her love-juice!
Louisa squeezed her middle and forefingers tightly together and pushed them slowly but firmly into Susannah's cunt-making them tremble and shake so that the girl had the added enjoyment of a frigging even while Louisa was still inserting them.
She was rewarded by feeling Susannah's fingers at long last slip right into her own pussy: and the relief and intense pleasure this gave her made Louisa want to smother the girl with kisses!
Why not? she thought suddenly. Why shouldn't I? Somehow, the mere act of putting her mouth on Susannah's and letting their lips meet in a long, moist lass shocked Louisa more than the far more intimate caresses they were at present giving to each other.
She found it almost impossible to formulate her feelings about it. Somehow, she couldn't understand why, kissing was a more unnatural practice to her than the most voluptuous fondling.
But Susannah was clearly expecting them to kiss each other. She brought her free hand up to Louisa's face and stroked her cheek gently.
"Let's kiss properly," she whispered, cradling Louisa's face in her palm, the fingers moving up to caress the woman's ear lobe. "Give me your mouth,, darling.. . "
Louisa allowed Susannah to draw their faces very close together. She trembled and felt herself stiffening as the girl pursed her lips and brought them very slowly into contact with hers. Her tongue stole out, intending to pass briefly over her lips: they were dry and parched-but Susannah quickly put out her tongue and ran it swiftly across Louisa's.
The wet, slithery meeting of their tongues electrified her. She withdrew from Susannah sharply, trying to twist her mouth away from the girl's searching lips.
Susannah held her chin firmly, forcing her to look into her eyes. "Kiss me!" she demanded fiercely. "Louisa-you're going to kiss me!! "
Susannah moving her fingers in a steady rhythm inside Louisa's soaking, terribly itching cunt, slipped her hand suddenly around her neck and pulled the woman's mouth against her own. With parted lips, she kissed Louisa urgently and passionately, sucking, then rubbing her mouth on Louisa until-with a sob-the latter girl surrendered and began to return the kiss ardently.
Their hungry red lips worked fervently together, pushing and straining, until Susannah once more brought her tongue into contact with Louisa's. She thrust it almost angrily between the girl's teeth-forcing it into her mouth and then running it with slow, deliberate possessiveness around her teeth and gums.
Tentatively, Louisa licked at the underside of Susannah's tongue. The wet, ultra-sensitive organ provoked a violent reaction from her. Again, she felt that tremendous shock; as if she had darted her tongue against a live rail!
But this time the sensation thrilled rather then terrified her. She was conscious of being immensely daring, unbelievably bold!
Louisa repeated the action, and kept her tongue in position beneath Susannah's. "Mmmmmm!" Susannah mumbled. Her tongue started to move faster around Louisa's mouth, tapping at the roof, licking experimentally around the inside cheeks.
She also pushed her fingers even more deeply up the tight hole of Louisa's cunt and started to do something which made the girl shudder with pleasure. It took her some minutes to realize that Susannah was using her fingernails-scratching firmly, insistently at the tender, vulnerable upper wall of her pussy.
Suddenly a white, searing pain exploded behind her eyes. She tore her mouth from Susannah's a sharp cry of agony coming from her lips. Susannah hugged her with her free hand.
"Oh, darling-I'm so sorry!" she soothed. "That was wicked of me, I scratched you too hard! Oh, Louisa, I didn't mean to hurt you so much, darling. What can I say? What can I do, my precious?"
Blinking away the hot tears which flooded her eyes, Louisa suddenly realized that Susannah had done it to her on purpose. She had deliberately and savagely cut deeply into the rawness of her cunt with one of those wicked fingernails I
A second later, she also realized why Susannah had done it.. .
"Quickly, darling," the girl went on. "Let me put my tongue inside you-I'll lick it all better for you. I promise! There, there! It must feel so sore, Louisa. But your Susannah will soon make it feel nice again . . . I'll make all the hurt go away, darling-honestly!"
Crooning to Louisa as if she were a child, the girl gently withdrew her fingers from the sorely scratched cunt and, talking all the while, re-positioned herself so that she was kneeling on the carpet with her head between Louisa's thighs.
The pain had subsided by now, but Louisa was far too excited by the tongue-caressing she was about to receive to tell Susannah that she needn't bother. The prospect of having her cunt licked by this beautiful young girl was worth the few moments of agony she'd suffered, and Louisa had never before been subjected to such a treatment. Marty had never shown any inclination to kiss her in that very special place and she had never been able to bring herself to suggest that it might be fun . . .
"Let's take these off first, shall we?" Susannah was whispering. "I can't reach you properly with your panties on, darling!"
She ducked her head quickly under Louisa's legs and the next moment Louisa felt her briefs pulled gently away from her hips. Susannah drew them over her legs and tossed them aside, then put her hands back on Louisa's legs-caressing up the inside of her stocking-clad thighs.
"Mmmmm, that's a clever idea, isn't it?" Susannah was referring to Louisa's stay-up stockings. The girl ran her fingertips around the reinforced tops. "Very smart!" she murmured. Then, firmly, she parted Louisa's legs again-resting them over her shoulders and bringing her face close to the woman's completely naked cunt.
Louisa felt intensely embarrassed by the minute and detailed examination which Susannah was giving her vagina. And she wondered, with a stab of jealously, how many other girls Susannah inspected so intimately.
Susannah's tongue licked from the very base of her long-slitted cunt to its apex-pushing wetly between the lips and slowly rubbing its velvet path up the entire length of her lips! So far, the girl's mouth had not touched her: Susannah must have thrust her tongue out as far as it would stretch, knowing that Louisa would be even more excited by the caress of her tongue alone than by her lips-at this stage, anyway. But eventually, after a succession of slow and methodical licks, she decided to give Louisa the full benefit of her mouth and lips.
Louisa felt Susannah's fingers on her pussy-lips. They peeled them gently apart, pinching the swollen flesh softly and opening her cunt to its widest capacity. Then the girl blew sweetly into the opening-sending a steady stream of warm air issuing into Louisa's utterly exposed sex-slot.
Looking down at her seducer, Louisa saw that Susannah's head was moving up and down; she felt the girl's lips pursing tightly-then a tremendous jolt of pleasure flooded her body as her cunt was sucked in one long, beautiful breath into Susannah's mouth. The feeling was so intense that Louisa was almost convinced that Susannah had drawn her pussy inside out and was swallowing the raw, red flesh!
Again and again the girl sucked . . . And with every intake of Susannah's breath, Louisa was transported higher and higher into a state of sheer, ecstatic bliss!
She realized dimly that Susannah was also fondling her bottom-the girl's fingers caressing the naked cheeks and occasionally stroking into the warm, moist cleavage. But she could scarcely feel any sensation there or anywhere else in her body. For all she knew, she might be lying on a bed of nails. All that mattered, all she was aware of, were the incredible waves of pleasure emanating from the hot, sticky place between her thighs.
She raised her buttocks from the cushions, lifting her open crotch more directly into Susannah's face. The girl supported her, cupping her buttocks under her fingers while she licked and sucked with ever-faster gulps into' Louisa's cunt.
Susannah, though she had appeared quite sober during their sudden and very abandoned intimacies, was in fact still in a state of inebriation. She knew what she was doing, but the amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the evening had completely numbed her inhibitions. The girl felt totally amoral, wonderfully free from any kind of restraint.. .
And she was giving her voluptuous partner such pleasure! Such deep, wonderful pleasure! Louisa was making gurgling noises of satisfaction, writhing her limbs in a gorgeously trembling abandonment. . .
It had never been like this! Never! Louisa felt so utterly free, so limitless in her capacity for sexual pleasure. She knew that there was a limit: knew that she would soon reach a certain point where the feeling of ecstasy would explode in a final, frantic orgasm-but Susannah was delaying that inevitable moment so beautifully, so cleverly!
The joy she was experiencing threatened to overwhelm her completely. With every inward suck of Susannah's lips she was lifted higher and higher towards a state of impossible bliss.
It's too much, too much! she wanted to cry. But her excitement grew more and more intense-shattering all her previous concepts of sexual fulfillment.
And it was almost without her consent that, ultimately, Louisa reached the zenith of her lust!.. .
Instantly, the girl glued her lips more tightly than ever to Louisa. She sucked furiously, gulping down all the liquid froth.
Louisa's cunt pulsed wildly against Susannah's mouth, her clitoris wriggling and seething with excitement. Carefully, Susannah kept her lips working in rhythm with Louisa's spasms until she was quite sure that the woman had passed her first climax.
"Oh . . . oh, darling!" Susannah moaned when she pulled her lips unglued from Louisa's still-throbbing cunt. "So long.. . so good.. . taste so good."
Susannah was almost asleep, but she did manage to pull her body up alongside Louisa and cup the contented face in her hands and kiss the lips warmly. "You're beautiful, Louisa," she sighed in a whisper that was barely audible. "Your pussy's beautiful, Louisa. It's been so long . . . next time . . . something else . . . you'll.. . . "
And then Susannah's hands released their hold on Louisa's face and she fell fast asleep, perhaps dreaming of their two weeks together with the men devoting most of their time to work, while the wives.. . .
For Louisa, sleep did not come nearly so easily. She felt both anxious to find out what the beautiful young Susannah meant by: "next time . . . something else," and the very definite promise the words contained of much more of this warm and wonderful new kind of lovemaking that was in store for her, and she was scared too.
Why should she be afraid, Louisa pondered? Did she love her husband any less? Did she not still want him to satisfy her completely? Did she not. "Complete satisfaction?" Louisa suddenly realized how good she felt, how relaxed, how tensionless. She felt love with Susannah cuddled next to her, yet her body thrilled comfortably at the thought of how that beautiful mouth and tongue had provided her with the most intimate sexual caress she had ever experienced in all her life!
Was Susannah a lesbian? Impossible, Louisa thought. Why would she be so happily married to a man if she preferred sex with girls? Why would Louisa be so much in love with Marty and want more from him, if she were a lesbian?
That was the point that bothered her more than anything else, rather than a rationalization. Louisa wanted more in sex from Marty. She desperately wanted him to go down and suck her like Susannah had done. She wanted to suck him off all the way and swallow his come, really eat him. Susannah's secretions were so copious and Louisa wondered how she would taste. Apparently, Susannah liked the taste of her secretions as she licked inside her wet cunt so much.
Was she a bi-sexual, Louisa wondered? Were they both bi-sexual? Was bi-sexuality as abnormal as homosexuality? Why shouldn't women be able to enjoy sex with both men and other females? No, she decided, real bi-sexuality would have to be abnormal too. But what difference did it make? Being a genius was being abnormal, wasn't it?
And then finally a smile crept across Louisa's tired and worried face. She had read somewhere that nearly everybody, male or female, had the capacity to desire a homosexual act, that there was a homosexual component, no matter how small, in nearly everybody's personality.
With that thought in mind, Louisa turned over on her side and went to sleep peacefully.
The next morning, it was Susannah's turn for concern. When she woke up and found herself naked and snuggled tightly against an equally naked Louisa, she instinctively moved away. The vivid memory of their recent lesbian lovemaking flooded her body with conflicting emotions. Susannah thought that her previous lesbian acts with girls at school, at college, were simply a part of growing up, of adolescence.
Susannah frowned again when she realized that she and not Louisa had been the one to take the initiative. She could slightly excuse herself by recalling all she had to drink that she might have been seduced into it only because she had been almost drunk. Louisa did have such provocative eyes, and she had been certain that Louisa had mentally undressed her from the time they first arrived at the Gebhart's.
What to do, Susannah pondered? Should she go ahead and admit to herself that Louisa's body did excite her? Should she allow their relationship to develop during the plethora of opportunities they would have to be alone together the next two weeks? So far, it hadn't been fair for Susannah. She had yet to have her pussy sucked by Louisa, something that she wanted and had wanted very much the previous evening. Of course! Susannah deserved a reward for her act of sucking and licking Louisa to such a successful orgasm, didn't she? Of course, Susannah had managed a very wonderful orgasm too, but it would have been so much better if Louisa had put her beautiful mouth and tongue to her pussy and licked and sucked her tender nymphae and clit.
Yes, Louisa thought to herself, I do deserve to have the favor returned. That certainly wouldn't make her a dyke, a real lesbian. Would it?
The long jet flight to Acapulco the next afternoon was an experience in tension for both Susannah and Louisa. They chatted aimlessly, seeming to make concerted efforts to dredge up any subject in the world to talk about. Yet they never once looked each other in the eye. They seemed to be deliberately avoiding such an encounter. Did the men notice it? Susannah felt almost certain that Al could detect something odd about the way they were acting. Louisa felt reasonably sure that Marty suspected nothing. He was far too engrossed in talking about Al's play.
A sudden change in temperature greeted the passengers when they walked from the air-conditioned comfort of the big jet into the broiling Mexican mid-afternoon sunlight. However, they would soon be swimming in the beautifully clear Pacific. Within less than an hour, they would reach the private villa they had rented, and would have their own private beach.
The warmth of the air, coupled with the sweet fragrance of tropical flowers and trees, made her feel a lot happier. Impulsively, Susannah took Louisa's hand in hers and swung them lightly as they walked. Louisa squeezed her fingers and gave her a happy smile.
"I was beginning to think you hated me!" she whispered. "What was it? Just a bad hangover?"
Susannah nodded, returning the pressure of Louisa's hand. They followed Marty and Al into the customs section and waited while the men cleared their luggage. Still holding hands, the girls looked into each other's eyes; exchanging glances of mutual admiration and affection.
In the airport lounge a man was waiting with the keys to their hired car. Susannah and Louisa sat in the back seat together, gazing out of the windows at the vista of new sights which swept quickly past
Soon, they were heading out into the countryside.
"It's beautiful!" Louisa breathed. "Just as I've always imagined it!" She wasn't referring entirely to the Mexican landscape, however. Louisa was thinking rather of the lovely curves of Susannah's sweet body!
She openly admitted to herself that she had been completely captivated by the girl. As soon as her eyes had opened that morning a part of Louisa's mind had slipped into a dreamy, preoccupied reverie about Susannah's wonderful charms-and the intense pleasure which they had given to her the previous night.
Louisa's worries of the night before seemed to have completely vanished, and she felt like scolding herself for being so Victorian in her ideas. There was not even the slightest trace of remorse or regret for what she had done. Perhaps it was the peace and quiet and beauty of the Mexican seashore which was in sight during most of the drive. But whatever it was, Louisa felt wonderfully free of any guilt feelings.
She rested her hand affectionately on Susannah's knee. It would be so easy for the two of them to get away from their husbands. Everything was working out so perfectly, Louisa thought. The only problem was the way Marty had been treated by the producers. She wondered if they would really blackball him completely, even if he came back with a terrific collaboration job on Al's play and his usual powerhouse promotion schemes.
What was Al really like? Louisa began to wonder as saw his eyes and nose reflected in the driving mirror. The eyes were pale blue and rather weak looking, she noticed. They lacked the strength and firm determination that Marty's eyes could express. She really doubted that Al would be capable of negotiating with the big producers and backers the way Marty did. It might be, Louisa mused, that Al required some additional reason, something more than loyalty, to force the Broadway moguls to keep Marty as a part of the deal.
And Louisa wondered fleetingly if an affair with Marty's wife would help guarantee Al's allegiance . . . She giggled to herself finding it hard to suppress a loud peal of laughter at the idea. "You're turning into quite an amoral libertine, Mrs. Gebhart!" she reprimanded herself. "You'll be suggesting that we all get together and have a wonderful gang-bang in a minute."
Her amusement vanished abruptly. Louisa felt a sharp jolt of excitement at the pit of her stomach and she had a sudden vision of them all-the four of them-in a tangle of wild, erotic positions . . . Susannah and herself kissing and caressing, while Marty and Al struggled to fuck them.
She pressed her thighs together tightly. An uncanny suspicion that this fantastic notion might, just possibly, be a premonition of things to come stole over her. But no one else would ever agree to it, the rational side of her mind insisted. Susannah wouldn't . . . Marty certainly wouldn't-out of pride, if nothing else.
And Al? She stared at the back of the writer's neck. He was still rather an unknown quantity to her.
All at once, Louisa knew that she was seriously considering ways and means of bringing about such a four-some. She forced herself to look out of the window again and stare blankly at the sun-baked fields. The white road cut a deep swath through them, like a straight and clean razor stroke across a stubbled cheek.
Louisa thought that if she did instigate such an orgy (this was nothing more than a time-consuming exercise, she told herself), if she did plan it, the person to start with would have to be Al. Idly, though secretly aware that her calculations were quite deliberate, she mused on the possibilities.
Supposing Al "caught" Susannah and herself in a compromising situation? Would it really be so difficult to seduce him, getting Susannah so excited that she joined in?
Louisa mulled this over thoughtfully. It would mean running the risk of losing Susannah, she realized. In the other hand, though . . . it might very well succeed in providing her with both a female and a male bed-partner at one and the same time!
Her speculation quickened, her eyes grew heated and the lids felt heavy and slumberous. That was quite a prospect! The next stage-persuading Marty to join in-was more formidable, but that bridge could be crossed when she came to it.. .
She licked her lips in a delicious anticipation. Apart from everything else, her little scheme might very well help Marty's career. At the very least it would cement Al's loyalty to them. She could make quite sure that he had such a gorgeously sexy time with them that he'd hate to do anything that might disrupt their relationship.
Their villa was a two-bedroom residence, with a sunny, spacious lounge, sun-bathing patio and a study where the men intended to work. They had rented it from one of Marty's friends who was at present making more money from hiring out his villa than from working on or off Broadway. Everything was in perfect order when they unlocked the door. A maid came in twice a day to clean and cook, and she had a meal ready for them.
After lunch, a filling and excellently prepared lobster dish with local vegetables, Susannah and Louisa changed into their swim suits and announced that they were going to the beach.
"Better throw a couple of wraps over your shoulders," Marty warned. "The locals don't like bikini clad girls running around-this isn't Atlantic City you know."
Louisa pouted at him. She thrust her breasts out deliberately and swayed her hips in an exaggerated but sexy imitation of a stripper.
They'll have to get used to it!" she announced. I came here to get a sun-tan and I don't intend to wear anything more than le minimum all day long--every day!" She tossed her head. T might slip into something more decent in the evenings-if you really want me to, that is!"
Marty stared at her, frowning a little. This wasn't like Louisa. She both looked and sounded very much out of character. True, she had an outgoing personality, but he'd never heard her speaking like that in front of comparative strangers. Or parading her body so blatantly. He shrugged and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. Maybe it had something to do with the party, he thought. Perhaps she still felt high . . . Either that or she'd been at his Benzedrine tablets.
She blew him a kiss then turned and went out the door followed closely by Susannah. The girls were wearing practically identical bikinis: the colors were different, but the extreme brevity of the costumes was consistent. They both revealed as much of the flesh they were intended to conceal as possible; cut away at the front to two tiny triangles of cloth--barely covering the abdomen.
And as he watched them walking away, he could see the cheeks of their bottoms spilling out from beneath the inadequate pants. The door slammed shut behind the girls and Marty finished his coffee, then lit a cigarette.
"How long have you been married, Al?" he asked suddenly. "A couple of years?"
"A bit more than that, seven, actually. Why do you ask?"
Marty drew thoughtfully on his cigarette. "No particular reason," he said. "I was wondering just how well you knew your wife. Pretty well, I suppose, after all that time?"
Al nodded rather uncertainly. "I guess so . . . Why-aren't you and Louisa all that close?"
"Not really." Marty stood up and walked over to the window. He watched Louisa and Susannah as they picked their way carefully over the rough path to the beach. They were holding hands, moving down the stony track and clutching at each other to keep their balance. The sound of their giggling reached his ears and Marty turned away, irritated and vaguely disturbed-though he couldn't understand why.. .
"We used to be," he went on; crossing the room again and standing over Al. "She seems different lately-I don't know.. . " He gave Al a searching look. "You've not noticed anything . . . anything a little odd about Louisa and Susannah, have you?"
Al stiffened visibly. "What do you mean?" he asked quickly. "Odd?"
Marty studied him carefully. The question seemed to have upset Al quite considerably. "Go on," he urged. Tell me what you meant by that remark."
"Never mind. Forget it." Marty thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and moved away. Tm still worried about that ending," he said, changing the subject. "I don't agree that it should be as inconclusive as you've written it. It doesn't necessarily have to be neat and tidy-or tragic. But lately all the plays seem to have fizzled out, leaving everything up in the air. It's about time we returned to a more positive form of climax.. . "
Al was only half-listening. In any case, they'd gone over this particular point before-and there would be a lot of arguments and discussions before they reached agreement. What had disturbed him was Marty's remark about his wife: about Susannah and Louisa.
It hadn't escaped his notice that the two girls seemed to have been quite close together since the party. And he wondered vaguely if something wasn't going on between his wife and Louisa. But Susannah had sworn to him-shortly after their marriage-that although she'd had lesbian experiences in the past, she was through with them now she'd met Al.. .
He would have dismissed the slight suspicion at the back of his mind if it hadn't been for Marty's hint that he, too, had discerned something "not quite right" about the girls' friendship.
Now the fear that Susannah might be slipping back into her old habits returned to haunt and worry Al. He began to find hints of an unnatural relationship in their every glance, their every exchange . . . Through Marty's conversation he superimposed the picture of the two girls walking hand-in-hand to the beach; wearing such scanty bathing suits, giggling together.. .
"You haven't listened to a bloody word!" Marty cried suddenly. "Where are you? You look miles away!"
Al started, shaken out of his unpleasant thoughts. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I-I was following what you said. You don't think the climax should be so inconclusive."
"That was five minutes ago!" Marty stopped, searching Al's face to see if the man had taken his sly hint seriously. Then, "You're worried about them, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.
The writer saw immediately that Marty understood the problem. A rapport was kindled instantly between the two men-they exchanged a long, slow look . . . and Al realized that Marty had precisely the same doubts in his mind about Louisa as he had about Susannah. He nodded, his voice practically a whisper as he said: "Yes, I am . . . "
Marty sat on the edge of the table, staring down at him. "I thought so. I could tell by the way you kept watching them. What are you going to do about it?"
"We don't know for sure that they're actually . . . " His voice trailed away. Tight-lipped, Al went on: "It's a hell of a thing to suspect, isn't it? That your wife is a-a lesbian!"
"I guess it is." Marty rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It wasn't until I sounded you out that I really thought it was possible. But it looks as if we've both arrived at the same conclusion. You remember, this morning, I went into the bedroom first?" Al nodded. "They were curled up in each other's arms, obviously naked. I went out of the room quickly, in case I embarrassed Louisa. After all, there wasn't anything so odd about that: they'd both had a hell of a lot to drink and they probably tumbled into bed-cuddling together without thinking.
"But before I left, I saw the look on Louisa's face." Marty paused, staring at the wall behind Al as if seeing again the expression on his wife's lips; a dreamy, satisfied half-smile, the tip of her tongue gently protruding. It seemed to betray her, that manifestation of sensual satisfaction. It spoke of recently savored delights, blissful euphoria.
"There was something about the atmosphere of the room, something I can't put into words." He tapped his fingers on his crossed leg, drumming them at random on his thigh.
"Has Susannah ever had a homosexual affair?"
Al colored. "Before we were married," he blurted out, as if afraid to hesitate in case his courage deserted him. "She admitted it to me-said she didn't want to have any secrets . . . But she's never repeated it, I'm sure of that." He looked at Marty appealingly. "Are you sure we're not simply tensed up because of the play and seeing intrigues where there aren't any? Both of us have been living with it for the past week or so. Maybe it's making us imagine things?"
"Yeah, maybe." Marty seemed doubtful. "I'd still like to know what we ought to do about it if it turns out we're right." He smiled suddenly. "Somehow, I don't feel as angry about it as I ought! It's not at all the same reaction I'd have if I thought Louisa was having an affair with a man!"
There was a short silence. "Are you going to ask her outright?" Al queried. "To see what her reaction is?"
Marty looked thoughtful, considering the suggestion seriously. "I don't think so," he said at last. "It's probably best to let things ride at the moment. Ji they are having an affair, it'll most likely blow over in a few days. Louisa's not really that way inclined--I'm quite sure of that. And it's more probable that she's simply experimenting . . . I've been so wrapped up in my work lately that I haven't paid her very much attention. She may be bored, restless.
"Frankly, I don't think either of us can afford an emotional harangue right now. He need to focus all our energy on the play if we want to get it into shape. In any case, you may well be right: We're letting our imaginations run away with us."
Marty swung himself down from the table. "I wouldn't mention any of this to Susannah," he warned. "Either way-right or wrong-it won't do any good to start accusing her. Save your rhetoric for the script! We're going to need it!"
Al regarded him curiously. "You're a pretty callous bastard, aren't you?" he said wonderingly. There was no venom in his voice-just a kind of detached interest. "Your career, the play, your talent . . . you put that before everything, don't you? Even in front of your personal life!"
"That's right." Marty punched him lightly on the shoulder. "And you'd better learn to do the same, Allen-boy. If you want to get anywhere, that is. In this business a little thing like infidelity is strictly of secondary importance.
"Listen: we could spend the rest of this vacation either fighting and squabbling over a possibly nonexistent lesbian relationship between our wives; or keep it to ourselves and brood so much that we can't write a damned thing!
"I don't intend to do either! Sure, well observe them-see if they really are up to something together. But that's all I plan to do, see? Be a relatively disinterested voyeur!
"In case you've forgotten, I've got a hell of a lot wrapped up in this play: possibly my whole career. If we do a really great job on it and finally decide that you owe me enough loyalty to insist that I handle it-"
Marty paused, fixing Al with a steady, penetrating stare.
"I'm not having it all fucked-up by what you call my 'personal life'! You're damned right I'm not! And don't think you've made it yet, Al, because you haven't! The synopsis is fine, the first half of the play is as good as we can get it, but you need that second act revised and re-written, boy! And you need me to help you do it-don't forget that!"
He grinned at Al cheerfully, but Marty's chest felt constricted, his nerves taut and his heart racing. There wasn't the slightest trace in his mind (after Al had told him that Susannah was no stranger to lesbianism) that she and Louisa were lovers. The fact knotted his stomach, screwed him up inside.. .
"I wonder," Al was saying. "I wonder if there's anything, anything at all, which would make you put your career in second place."
Marty turned away from him, reaching for his cigarettes. "I doubt it," he replied. "I doubt it very much"