Chapter 6
"NOW ... NOW ... NOW...."
Carl Zeller left Eddie's Bakery Bar, climbed in his pickup truck and drove slowly toward his office. The night before he had seen a nice big blonde at the counter, sitting all alone, and he had asked Eddie some questions about her.
She was Jean Sampson, her old man had owned the sawmill until he had sold it, just recently. Jean had been in California lately. She had never married.
Carl was more than casually interested in Jean. She didn't look twenty-five, she had a sensuous way of walking, even though her hips were large and there was something very dainty and sexy in her every gesture. Her blonde hair had the sheen of youth and good health. She had a passionate-looking mouth, full and wide.
Carl had watched Jean talking to another girl who had come in the Bar, and he listened to her voice, soft and compelling. The slim, athletic types had never appealed to Carl, somehow. He had passed over the brown-haired one, focusing all of his attention on the blonde.
He wanted to meet her-he was determined to.
He had never had any trouble attracting the dames; he was tall and dark and handsome enough. He was successful. Since coming to Troy a year earlier he had built his logging outfit into the biggest in the area. He had an agreement with the new owner of the Sampson Sawmill.
His trouble around the gals had always been a deep, ingrained shyness. He couldn't think of bright, clever things to say. His former wife had called him dull; she had taken off with a traveling salesman. She had told him he was a dud in the bedroom, too afraid to let go.
Carl was forty and he was frankly looking around for a wife. The sight of Jean had stirred his interest and passion. She appeared friendly and had a sense of humor-things he needed in a girl.
How could he meet her? Her father was no longer head of mill operation; he was in the process of selling out. Still, he, Carl, could pretend that Sam Sampson was still involved, and go talk to him. Maybe he would run into Jean.
Eddie had told Carl that Jean was in town to attend her father's wedding.
Carl made up his mind to go by Sam's apartment. It was three in the afternoon. He steered his pickup away from Main and drove toward the Sampson apartment.
When Jean came out of the bathroom of her apartment, she saw that Donna was naked. Jean had removed her panties and bra and wore only her thin wrapper. She was still shivery inside, remembering the thrill she experienced in Donna's arms.
The slim girl looked even more boyish without clothes than when she had been fully dressed. The extra width of her trim hips and the delicious put of her brown-tipped breasts dispelled the illusion, of course. She had her share of feminine appeal.
"Ready for more fun, honey?" Donna asked, smiling. She was opening her purse, fishing around inside. Finally she came out with an object that Jean was entirely familiar with.
Jean laughed intimately. "Is that for you ... or me?"
Donna giggled. She held the base of the object up to her vee and rotated her hips. "Ever tried it, honey?"
"A few times," Jean said, drifting to the sofa.
"I see you're not too shocked ... I thought we might as well have a real party. I mixed some more drinks, too."
Jean sat down and opened her wrapper. Donna's eyes lit up, and she moved over to stand in front of Jean. Her slim thighs drifted apart and, with the object still held to her femininity, she made hunching motions with her hips.
Jean felt a stir of desire. This was something out of a stag movie, something Donna had learned in the big city.
"Getting hot again, honey?" Donna murmured.
"Sure. Why don't you sit down here close to me?"
"It's my turn, isn't it?" Donna laughed. "Well, yes."
Donna swung down to sit on Jeans left. She leaned back, thighs wide apart, and handed the rubber object to Jean.
"Now, kiss my titties and play with me and-then you know what to do, don't you?"
Jean nodded. She put the object aside for the moment. It disturbed her to have it right out in sight; she had only used one when she was real-ly in need. And always when she was alone.
The idea of fondling Donna made her heart pound. She reached for the slim girl, her hunger mounting. She ran her hand along the smooth inner planes of Donna's thighs, leaning over Donna's breasts.
Donna's hand wandered down between Jean's legs, finding the curve there.
"Tease me up slow," Donna breathed. "It takes me quite a while to start swinging. I'm not as fast on the trigger as you, honey."
Jean shivered, curling her hips against the hug of Donna's hand. Traces of excitement were beginning already, little twinges of delight.
She drew one of Donna's nipples between her lips. Donna wiggled and arched her pert mounds forward. This was more stimulating than Jean had expected. She felt Donna's shiver of application. Donna's finger located Jean's sensitivity.
"Ohhhh!" Donna moaned.
Jean found the slim girl's point of need, bedded in the soft lips of her vee, and began to play with it.
"Ohhhh ... that's the way!" Donna breathed, hotly.
Jean opened her thighs so Donna could return the intimate caresses. Jean's thighs burned, her breasts ached for attention.
Suddenly the whole act didn't seem quite as thrilling as Jean, had expected. Perhaps she wasn't as worldly as Donna, perhaps the idea of lesbianism was beginning to pall, slightly. Did she prefer men, even if she paid for them? Well, I won't be a piker, Jean thought. She gave me a good time; I'll give her one, too.
Slowly Jean sank back on the sofa, giving and receiving hot, sensuous touches.
"Keep teasing me, honey!" Donna cried. "It getting better!"
Donna began to lift her hips against Jean's toying finger. Donna's breathing was uneven. Her red lips were parted, her nipples tightly swollen. Jean kissed them again and the slim girl moaned. Her hips went around and around.
Suddenly she seized the dildo and Jean, seeing what Donna intended, withdrew her hand. Donna seemed unaware of Jean, now. She inserted the object and commenced bouncing her hips, legs sprawled far apart. Donna panted and strained.
"Stand behind the sofa and play with the titties!" Donna cried, pausing in her act.
Jean did as she was asked, feeling a kind of apartness now. Donna was losing herself in her wild rise to culmination. Jean, leaning over the slim girl, cupping the hard, pointed charms, could look straight down, see the object go in and out, in and out....
"Ohhh ... it's going to be good!" .Donna cried, worming her hips, stroking the object slowly, then in little short bursts.
Jean felt a lessening of her desire. The whole scene began to have a kind or feeling unnaturalness. She had, on occasion, done the same thing to herself, so she couldn't object, really?
It went on and on.
But finally, Donna reached the point of no return. She stiffened, her breasts in Jean's hand trembled, and the strokings came in long, deep sweeps....
"Ohhhh-I'm about there!" Donna cried, her hips tossing.
Jean whispered in Donna's ear. "Come on, honey-come on to Mama!"
Donna shuddered, and Jean felt the throb of the orgasm against her palms, in the tautening of Donna's nipples.
"Ohhhh ... damn!" Donnna shouted. Ohhh ... Ohhh . ... now . ... now . ... now ... NOW!"
Donna nearly squirmed out of Jean's grasp. The waves of pleasure seemed to communicate through Jean's hand, and she released Donna, staggering into a chair, thighs wide apart. She touched herself and while the whimpers of Donna's joyful climax knifed in Jean's ears, Jean felt the stings of her own pleasure. It came in sweet, sharp waves, twisting her body, making her breasts very hard and pointed, and she had to shout, too. But it was not entirely satisfying.
When she drew her hand away from her femininity, Jean felt a deeper shame than she had ever known.
Do I have any decency left? she wondered. Is this what a lonely woman ends up doing? What will Donna want me to do for her next time?
Donna left the sofa, finally, and disappear in the bathroom. Jean rose from her chair, found her wrapper, and slipped it around her body. The glow of relaxation she usually felt after sexual release was missing.
Well, I tried it, and I think I prefer men, she thought, sinking down on the sofa. A core of need, deep inside, hadn't been appeased. The clitorol excitements were fun, but that was about the extent of it.
Donna came out of the bathroom, still nude. She swayed up to the sofa and sat down beside Jean. She patted Jean's thigh.
"Talk about flipping, I really did!" Donna said.
"I had one too," Jean murmured.
"I thought you would, honey ... I really needed that!" Her voice softened intimately. "You have something special, Jean. You're so wonderful!"
Jean glance at her wrist watch. Nearly noon.
"I like you, too, Donna. But I've got things to do today...."
"Oh, honey!" Donna protested. "I thought we'd stay here a while and have some more fun."
"We can get together tonight," Jean hedged.
"Mmmmmm. Whatever you say...." Donna held her hands up to her pointy breasts. "You really made 'em hard, honey! This is going to be a wonderful vacation, after all."
Jean wanted to take a shower, get rid of the cloying lilac fragrance. "Well, naturally," she said. In spite of her wish for a man, she found herself looking forward to the next time with Donna....
I'm all mixed up, now, she thought, gazing down at Donna's girlish curves. I wish I could have a man just once I didn't have to pay for. And if I don't break up Sam and Colleen, I might not be able to afford even that.