Chapter 5
IT'S DIFFERENT THAN WITH A MAN, LOVE....
Jean had just finished putting on her makeup when she heard a knock on her apartment door. She had slept late, and she felt very rested and refreshed. It was ten-thirty. One of the first things she had to do was get her father alone and have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
She hoped he had come by her apartment to see her.
Dressed in panties and bra, with a thin wrapper belted at her waist, she walked to the front door and opened it.
Donna Anderson stood there, smiling, looking very attractive in skin-tight stretch-pants and an equally snug jersey. Her bright brown eyes swept over Jean's figure.
"Good morning!" Donna said, in her friendly manner. "Thought I'd drop over and keep you company."
"Well, come in!" Jean said. "You look bushy-tailed this morning."
""Had a dull night. This town's no place for vacation." She swayed to a sofa and sat down.
Jean closed the door and joined her. She remembered her thoughts of the previous evening, a-bout the possibility of having a little girlish diversion. Donna sat with her long legs apart, and the curve of her femininity was clearly visible under the hug of her colorful tights. Her makeup and grooming were perfection. She had a devil-may-care gleam in her eyes.
"Maybe we can liven things up," Jean said, winking. She flet a stir of excitement, recalling Donna's hints of the evening before. "Like a drink?"
"If it's gin," Donna said. "Makes my panties burn."'
"Your in that kind of mood, huh?"
Donna leaned nearer. Her glance went to the jut of Jean's bra under the filmy wrapper. "You know what I mean.'"
Jean smiled. "I like gin, too...." She rose and went into the kitchenette, her heart pounding faster then usual. She found a nearly-full bottle of gin and soon had two martinis mixed. She felt her nipples rise against the cling of her wispy bra. How did girls manage it?
When she had first awakened she had been a little itchy. Her shower had cooled her desire, but now it was starting up again. Apparently Donna didn't mind Jean's size, her bigness.
Jean returned to the living room and handed Donna the very dry martini. She sat down and Donna moved closer. Donna's breasts looked very pointy under the tight blue jersey. Her lilac perfume invaded Jean's nostrils.
"I haven't had any fun for weeks," Donna murmured, sipping her drink. "Talk about a bunch of squares, this burg's got 'em!" Her voice took on an intimate tone. "You look luscious, Jean...."
"I had a good go-around before I took the plane yesterday," Jean laughed. The gin was warming her tummy, fanning out through her loins. "We had to hurry it a little! One thing I don't like is making a deadline."
Donna giggled. "It's awful to rush a good thing! Was it good?"
"Very! This guy had a real big one."
Donna laughed, wetting her red lips with a restless tongue. She opened her legs way apart, her left knee brushing Jean's thigh.
I've never touched another girl, Jean thought. But it might be a new kind of thrill. And I won't have to pay for favors, either!
Donna finished her drink and put the empty glass on a coffee table. Jean did the same, her chest tight. The mood was building; there was an element of naughtiness in thinking about fun with another girl, and it wasn't like picking up a complete stranger. She had known Donna for years. It was simply that the slim girl had lived in a big city for a while and had wised up. They were no longer kids.
Maybe I would like it, Jean thought, her thighs turning warm and prickly. She remembered she had told Donna she had tried it with girls, wanting to appear sophisticated.
"I lied last night," Jean said, feeling her cheeks warm. "I haven't ever ... with a gir!"
Donna smiled. "I really didn't think so, last night-but I wasn't going to bring it up. The right man is okay ... I told you I was married once. I might marry again ... for security...."
Donna reached out and opened the folds of Jean's nylon wrapper. Jean trembled. A soft hand cupped one of her breasts, and her nipple swelled tinglingly.
"Ohhhh, neat!" Donna breathed. "You're firm."
She did have good breast. She needed no-foam padding.
Jean softened, feeling a wave of spicy tingles course along her body. She knew right away who would be the aggressor. Donna came nearer, her lips parted, aiming for Jean's mouth.
"You'll love it, honey," Donna breathed, her deft fingers opening Jean's bra. "In high school I used to watch the nice roll of your hips, but I was too green to know what I needed. You're so soft...."
Donna's mouth found Jean's, and a wave of sparks seemed to shoot from her tongue-tip as it wiggled inward, fluttering between Jean's lips. Donna's touches on Jean's nipples created little shivers of delight.
It's different than with a man, Jean thought. And I do like it.
Donna's lively tongue began to slide sensuously in and out. Jean reached out and cupped her hand over a jutty mound. Donna wore no bra! Jean felt the slim girl's nipple perk out against the cling of the jersey. Jean coiled her tongue around the invading probe.
Donna's hand grew more daring, caressing Jean's tingly breasts gently but surely, and the sweet twinges of need grew and grew. Colleen's strivings of the night before, watching her crouched on the bed, had been a source of stimulation.
Donna's mouth lifted, at last. "You are hot, aren't you, honey?" Donna whispered.
Jean nodded. She watched Donna's hand on her breasts, and her thighs opened. She tugged the jersey loose from Donna's tights, and slipped her hand up underneath to the hard cones of the slim girl's breast.
"That's it, play with me, too," Donna urged. "I've been starved ever since I hit town."
Cupping another girl's charms gave Jean a special thrill. She wondered why she hadn't tried it before!
Donna's lips wandered lower. Her hand dropped to Jean's legs, opening the filmy wrapper. Donna's nipples were spiking, and she trembled.
"I'm going to kiss your beautiful breasts now, honey," Donna whispered. At the same time her hand glided in on the rounded areas of Jean's widening thighs, caressing skillfully. Sugary thrills raced through Jean's loins, up to her achy nipples.
Donna teased her tongue and lips all around Jean's spires before she finally drew a swollen tip between her lips.
"Ohhhh!" Jean cried.
The clever fingers were now on Jean's panties, tracing the outline of her femininity, squeezing gently, pressing until Jean cried out again.
"That's-good!"
"I'll make it feel even better, honey!" Donna teased.
Jean's breasts were firmed with desire, seeming to throb deliciously with each kiss, with each sly caress of Donna's knowing tongue.
Now Donna's hand slipped into Jean's panties. Jean shivered, widening her plump thighs, her bottom rising to meet the touch of the practiced finger that went along the edge of her other lips, creating voluptuous waves of pleasure.
Only another girl would know where to fondle and tease. The little stings of delight, as Donna played with Jean grew sharper, more delectable. Jean felt the hot flow of her desire.
"Have a little quickie, honey!" Donna breathed around a rigid nipple.
"Ohhhh!" Jean gasped. "Ohhhh-I do need it-ohhh ... honey!"
Donna slowed her caresses and kisses, letting Jean hang a moment. The little coilings of her need were a balm to her nerves, spreading all through her body.
"Come on, now, baby!" Donna urged, her breath quickening. "Come on to Donna! You're about ready ... That's it, lift up, open out ... Easy, now. Not too fast ... Isn't that nice? All right! You're going to make it, this time!"
The honeyed nuances made Jean's whole body flutter and quake. She made several coital lifts; Donna played more surely with the swollen tip of Jean's want-and suddenly the built-up passion in her loins exploded.
"Ohhhh ... Oh ... Ohhhh!" Jean shouted.
A cascade of delectable spasms rocked her; she gripped Donna and sank into the trough of sluttish release, as she felt her little gun going bang, bang, bang!
It was rich and good, so deeply satisfying. The wonder of it ran through her being, like a flood. She had discovered a whole new area of sensation.
Jean quieted, at last. The hand remained on her femininity, holding her while the sweet aftermath bathed her nerves, making her slump back on the sofa, while she caught her breath.
""Now, aren't you glad?" Donna whispered, nuzzling Jean's breasts with her lips. "You really went off hard!"
"Well, I guess I did!" Jean sighed. She laughed, softly. "I didn't think it could be so wild!"
"We'll have all kinds of fun, honey," Donna purred, pressing and squeezing Jean's moist femininity. "Now, you go in and clean up a little, and we'll have a ball...." She drew her hand out of Jean's panties. "I brought something in my purse that might give you a little extra thrill."
Jean took a deep breath. She knew she wanted to, again. She also had things to do-like keeping Colleen away from Sam. But right now she was too involved in her own enjoyment. Sam wouldn't be able to resist the sneaky brunette forever.
Colleen might even try to persuade Sam to elope. A horrible thought, really. But, if his sawmill deal wasn't quite wound up, which Jean understood to be the case, he would have to stick around and sign the papers.
She left the sofa, winking at Donna. "Be right back, honey! That was one of the best go-rounds I ever had!"