Chapter 10

HER MOUTH FOUND JEAN'S MOUND AND SHE QUIVERED....

"Isn't this a nice spot for a picnic?" Donna asked, glancing around the upland meadow where the two girls had driven the next day.

Jean nodded, not as enthused as she believed she would be when Donna had come by the apartment, proposing an outing. Jean liked the outdoors, but picnics generally called for shorts or slacks, and she didn't look good in either one. So, she had worn a short-skirted summery print dress.

Donna looked very pert and pretty in a tight blouse and revealing slacks. She had evidently gotten over her disappointment about the previous night.

Before leaving the apartment with Donna, Jean had called her father. He hadn't been in a very pleasant mood, and she wondered if the itching powder had worked. He had mentioned that he had been to a skin specialist ... There was one in Troy, she recalled.

She decided that she would drop by his place in the evening, and perhaps she could think up more mischief. The idea that Colleen might be a lesbian lingered in her mind, too. Maybe she could somehow expose her....

She had tried not to think about Carl. He was an enigma, and she liked things either black or white. He could latch onto some slim-hipped broad who would fit his ideas of how a girl should act.

She would soon be away from Troy, back in Santa Barbara, where good hired studs were available. None of this childish kissing and hypocritical morality.

The girls had finished their lunch, and the picnic things had all been put away in Jean's car. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. Time now to do what they had come out here for, and somehow Jean found herself not as anxious for girlish dalliance as she had anticipated. Perhaps another beer or two would help.

Donna sat down beside Jean, smiling and acting flirty.

"Cheer up, honey!" Donna said, leaning close. "I like your dress. I'm glad you wore one ... makes things easier!"

She opened a can of beer and smiled at Donna. The little meadow lay some distance from the forest road, and trees surrounded them on every side. The temperature was ideal; a soft breeze blew gently through the greenery.

"I didn't wear much underneath, either," Jean said, drawing one leg forward. The move hiked her skirt halfway to her hips.

Donna touched Jean's exposed thighs with a delicate caress. Exciting tingles sped along Jean's body. The newness of having another woman for a playmate, the novelty of being admired by a beautiful female even though it was anti-social, still gave Jean a thrill.

She wanted to drive her experience with Carl completely out of her system. There were no other men around Troy to relieve her tensions, give her satisfation-so why not enjoy Donna? When she returned to California she would try it with a few girls there. What did anything matter?

Donna's left arm went around Jean's waist, and her right continued its journey along Jean's thighs.

"Nice!" Donna whispered, reaching Jean's panties.

Jean opened her legs. Tremors of pleasure commenced, bringing urgent warmth.

"Did that Carl Zeller do you any good, honey?" Donna murmured.

"No!"

Donna giggled. "A girl understands what another girl really likes ... Your legs are so soft and warm! I really got my thrills yesterday ... It was about the best one I ever had!"

Jean finished her can of beer and tossed it aside.

"I had my fun, too," Jean said, dropping her hand on Donna's trimly-rounded thighs where her pants outlined the cute girl-mound. Donna squirmed, spreading her legs.

I wish I was slender and pretty, Jean thought wistfully.

Donna's fingers cupped Jean's femininity, and the desire spread through her loins. It wasn't hectic, yet-just a cozy warmth, building.

Jean's skirt was all the way to her hips, now. She watched the other's hand cavort along her opened thighs, and her breasts commenced to firm inside her bra. All during the lunch, Jean had watched Donna's figure, the allure of her fresh, young body, remembering the things they had done the day before....

Could she enjoy it today? The very fact that she was asking herself the question indicated a trace of doubt in her mind. She would try harder! Forget Carl. He's a dud.

"Let me undress you, honey?" Donna breathed, kissing Jean under the ear.

"Well, why not?" Jean pressed her hand on Donna's vee. Donna curled her lips upward suggestively.

"Oh, we'll make this wonderful today!" Donna murmured. Her mouth found Jean's. Jean softened, opening her lips and the dart of Donna's tongue awakened fizzy stings of joy.

Donna trembled, her right hand lifting to Jean's bodice. Donna's hand cupped and squeezed; Jean felt her nipples swell, and she wrestled her tongue around Donna's. Gently, Donna opened Jean's frock, exposing her breasts, cradled in the wispy pink bra.

Donna's tongue bladed sensuously in and out, in and out. Donna's hand grew more impulsive. She teased Jean's nipples making them tingle. Donna seemed in no hurry to remove the bra. Jean relaxed her mouth, her own tongue lax, as Donna's probe continued its thrilling explorations.

A vision of Carl invaded Jean's thoughts, and she fought to push it away. This wouldn't do, at all.

No emotional overtones; today was for sexy fun, nothing else. She would have to try with more vigor.

Finally, Donna opened Jean's bra. Her breasts surged forward, and she felt her nipples erect under Donna's knowing caresses. Donna trembled again, her tongue shooting very deep, vibrating inside Jean's mouth.

Jean curved her mounds forward, tell-tale darts of pleasure making them even more sensitive, responsive.

Donna's tongue withdrew, at last, and their mouths parted.

"Mmmmmm!" Donna breathed. "Your titties are just super, honey! So nice and big...."

"Play with them good," Jean said.

"Oh, I will!"

Why didn't Carl do this? Jean thought, savoring the touches on her nipples, feeling them expand and turn hot. Achy little waves of need made her shiver. Nothing deep or profound, just spicy tinglings....

Donna's lips wandered to Jean's throat, then coasted downward toward the jut of her breasts. Donna's hand went again to Jean's thighs, seeking the tender zones of delight, pressing in a way that reminded Jean of some of the more experienced studs she had hired.

I'm the femme and Donna's the dyke, drifted through her mind.

Jean sank backward on the blanket, and Donna uttered a gasp of satisfaction.

"I'll make your panties burn!" Donna whispered, sipping at the swollen tips of Jean's breasts, easing her fingers inside Jean's wispy briefs. "I'll make your little gun go bang, bang, bang!"

"Not too soon," Jean murmured. "No, honey-we'll have all kinds of fun, first!"

The spell was broken by the sound of an approaching car. Donna's head lifted, her hand quieting.

"Talk about luck! Maybe it will go on by...."

The quirts of pleasure in Jean's body diminished, she struggled into a sitting position. There was no hurry, really But the intrusion was annoying.

The car-sounds grew louder. Donna stood up, and Jean refastened her bra, closing her bodice. She pushed her skirt down. Stings of unrequited need caused an ache in her loins.

"We should have gotten further away from the road," Donna said, frowning. "Maybe we ought to drive back to your apartment."

Jean nodded. She didn't like the idea of being 'caught' on a picnic with another girl. But why should she care? This time, when she left, Troy, she would make a clean break, move out of the apartment for good. Let people say what they liked; they generally did, anyway.

Sam wouldn't cut off her money entirely. Perhaps she should find a job, anyway. She was experienced in office work. She would still have time to enjoy herself. Other girls did. She would have some pride....

What's happening to me? she thought. I'm beginning to have square ideas!.

The approaching auto went on by, and before the motor sound faded, it suddenly died. Someone had pulled in not far away, stopped.

Other picnickers?

"Damn it," Donna said, picking up the blanket.

A girlish laugh, followed by a masculine answer, drifted across the clearing.

Donna straightened, glancing at Jean. She winked. "Some couple out in the woods for a good time," she whispered. "Let's see if we can slip up on them. Might be fun...."

Jean hesitated. She had never watched another couple for pleasure. Donna seemed quite thrilled with the idea.

Donna came over to Jean and hugged her, giggling.

"Come on, honey. Maybe we'll get a little extra battery-charging!"

Jean smiled. Why not? She could delay her pleasure if Donna could. The whole afternoon stretched ahead of them. The apartment would be there, waiting for them.

Donna caught Jean's hand and they walked toward the line of trees that circled the meadow. Donna put her finger to her lips, smiling. They would have to be quiet.

Donna led the way along a dim trail that wound through the underbrush. The girlish laugh came again, louder this time. A breeze hushed through the tall pine and fir trees overhead. A chipmunk darted into the trail ahead of them.

A moment later Donna paused. She turned to Jean and pointed.

They had come to the rim of another clearing, and right below them, in a patch of shade, a man of about forty was spreading a blanket. A plump, young redhead watched him. Jean guessed her age at not over twenty. She was attractive, wearing colorful slacks and a halter that left her midriff bare. The man was reasonably handsome, with broad shoulders, narrow hips. She had never seen either of them.

The man drew the girl down on the blanket and they began kissing. They faced the spot where Jean and Donna stood, watching. The man's hand went to the girl's halter, buljry with promise.

She's almost as plump as I am, Jean thought.

Donna's arm circled Jean's waist, and her hand cupped Jean's breast. Spicy tingles awakened in Jean's nipples. It might be fun watching someone else at that. At least the man and the redhead were doing something normal-or, they were warming up for it, anyway.

Watching them neck made Jean realize a-gain that the thing with Donna was definitely unnatural, a twisted kind of enjoyment, at best.

Their mouths parted and the redheaded girl laughed, running her hands through his hair.

"You're different out here in the woods, honey!"

He said something Jean couldn't hear, and the girl wiggled her bottom. He reached around her and unfastened the halter. Her lush breasts came in sight, and she giggled. The movement of his hands on her rosy-tipped charms sent twinges of excitement along Jean's body. He played with her skillfully, finally tipping her backward on the blanket.

His mouth sought a saucy nipple, found it. The girl squealed with delight. She kicked her legs, squirming her bottom, obviously enjoying herself thoroughly.

His hand went to her vee, and she began to quiet down, her movements becoming more languid.

Donna was opening Jean's dress again, slipping her hand in on two achy mounds.

"Ever watched a couple doing it?" Donna murmured in Jean's ear.

"Nooo."

"He's taking her pants off," Donna whispered, squeezing Jean's breasts.

Jean nodded, her legs feeling watery. A moment later the man had the girl's thin panties removed, too. His trousers and shorts came down. He was well endowed, very rigid.

"Not bad," Donna breathed.

The girl opened her naked, white thighs, waiting for her lover. His hand cavorted over her tummy, then down to the triangle of her passion. She bucked her hips encouragingly.

Donna's breath sucked in as the man swung above the juicy redhead. She lifted her legs, curling her hips upward. Jean saw his rigidity begin to impale the girl's femininity, and a sharp wave of need swept her being.

"Ohhhhh-honey!" the girl cried.

The man sank his shaft in, deeply. I'll bet she isn't paying for it, Jean thought, dizzily. Why didn't Carl do that to me? I was ready, I was burning. He was too, but he was too damned backward to take me.

Now the man and the girl on the blanket were really swinging. She came up when he came down. The sensual vision, the pumping of his shaft into her depths, the pauses, while they savored their pleasure, the slow starting again, the clasp of her thighs about him, all made Jean vibrate with longing.

She had had that many times, but always with the onus of having to pay money for it. This was something entirely different-or anyway, she imagined it that way.

Her breasts seemed ready to burst her bra. Donna's breathing quickened. Suddenly Donna's hand was under Jean's skirt, cupping her flaming fount of yearning.

Jean curled her hips against the teasing caress. The darts of her need flared stronger. Donna slipped her hand inside Jean's panties and found the tender spot. A wave of delight gripped Jean.

Donna whispered in her ear. "Come on, honey, I think you need this-right now!"

Jean's legs seemed to be made of rubber. Still, she was intent on the goal, now. The redhead in the meadow commenced to whimper. The man lifted, and the girl's hips tossed and rotated. He was going to let her make the final thrusts.

Jean began to push Donna back along the trail. She was afraid that when she reached her peak she would fall down! They walked together, Donna keeping in step, Jean hardly able to curb her passion until they were out of sight....

Donna kept her hand in Jean's panties.

"Ohhh ... the joy was starting....

Jean staggered and the two girls fell in the soft grass. The jolt seemed to intensify Jean's gaspy need. She rolled over on her back.

Donna flipped Jean's skirt up, pulled her panties down, in a kind of frenzy. Donna's mouth went to Jean's loins. Jean spread, ignoring the fact that her panties were tearing. She didn't care. Ohhhhh-it was wild and exciting....

The heated sword of Donna's tongue entered the place of Jean's passion. A cluster of shivery spasms rocked her body. Delicious flutters turned into dramatic, honeyed palpitations.

Ohhhh-I'm going ... ohhhhh ... hurry, Donna! Ohhhhhh ... it was almost there Ohhh-NOW! NOW! NOW!

A rage of churnings tore at her pelvis. She heaved and moaned until the last hard pulsings sent her into a kind of trance. A faraway feminine cry of rapture from the meadow gave her another series of joyous tremors....

The redhead was having her climax, too.

Ohhhh-how she must be floating and sailing, with her lover's bigness in deep ... And here I am with a girl above me, her mouth on my place of want. How twisted can I become?