Chapter 12
As June came up the hallway she noticed the door of the Farmer apartment opening. Len had just exited, and now as he caught sight of June, he closed the door behind him and remained with his back to it.
"How are you, Len?" she asked.
Len nodded, and stared at her. He'd never seen her looking quite this sexy. Her eyes were smoldering as though she were on fire. Her lips were puffed. Occasionally she tossed her head to keep the long black strands of hair at the backs of her shoulders.
June asked, "Is Doris home?"
Len nodded slowly. "Yes."
"That's great," June said in a husky voice that was laced with excitement. "I've got to see her."
He kept his voice low. "You can't-the old man he might come home and find out."
"I could care less about your old man," she said. "Today's the day." She pushed him away from the door.
"June...."
"Get out of the building," she cut in.
Len realized there was nothing he could do. June apparently planned to see Doris, and that was that. Quickly he went down the hallway, now wanting to be near the apartment if the old man should come home unexpectedly.
June waited until he'd disappeared, and then she knocked softly. "Doris?"
The door swung open. June saw Doris standing inside the apartment. Doris was wearing her robe. The hem of her cotton flannel nightgown was visible at the bottom. Doris stepped back and tugged the front of her robe together.
June stepped inside and closed the door, and then she slipped the chain lock into place.
"Why are you doing that?" Doris asked.
"Because I don't want to be disturbed by your brother."
"You saw Len?"
June continued to look at the little blonde and felt the quick rise of her passion. Even in the nightgown and the old robe Doris was beautiful, almost angelic. Her golden hair was freshly brushed and there was color in her cheeks.
"Yes, I saw him," June said. "He left the motel."
"I never expected to see you-I never thought you'd come to see me."
"I've wanted to come to see you for a long time."
Doris retreated slowly, watching June and remembering the day she'd seen June following the old man. "Did you get my father's permission?" she asked in a small voice.
"Let's not talk about your old man," June said. "I want to talk about you."
"I'm afraid I'm not very interesting, my life has been pretty dull, and she wept softly in her hands.
"Come on, Doris," June said softly. She put her hands on Doris' shoulders and held them tightly. "Things can't be that bad."
"You just don't know," Doris said. "Nobody knows and nobody cares." She moved away from June and pulled some tissue from a box. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
June went over and sat down beside her. Gently she put her arm around the girl, enjoying her body heat that seeped into her arm. "You've got everything going for you," June said softly. "What? Just tell me, what?"
"You're very beautiful," June cooed," and you've got a fantastic figure. How many girls do you know have a figure like yours?"
"Oh, you're just saying that," Doris answered. Her fingers tugged at the old robe. "You're saying it because you're trying to make me feel better ... because of these clothes I have to wear."
June's other hand came up and began to loosen the front of Doris' robe. Doris didn't object. June now had the robe open, and gently she pushed it off of Doris' shoulders. Her glance was fixed on the mounds that were the girl's jutting breasts.
"Isn't this a horrible nightgown-that he makes me wear?" Doris stared intently into June's face.
"I used to wear one just like that when I was younger," June soothed.
Doris stood nearby, watching her. As June disrobed, Doris compared each part of June's body with her own. She found that June's breasts were larger and fuller than hers. June's skin was much darker and, of course, the soft curls of her hair were black, a complete contrast to Doris'.
"I ... think you're beautiful, too," Doris said.
Now that they were finally together and both in the nude and in the privacy of the apartment, June had a chance to really savor the girl's body. She forgot the many days and nights she'd hungered for this moment. That was all in the past. Nothing mattered now. This was the present.
June's mouth was open and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her breasts felt very heavy and they were so taut that they ached. Her skin was sheathed in flame, and she felt very desirable under the girl's glance.
June managed to say, "You're very sweet." Gently she took the girl into her arms.
Doris didn't resist. She shuddered slightly and again buried her face in the hollow of June's shoulder. With one hand June touched her buttocks, caressing her gently to increase the fire that flickered within the girl.
Doris suddenly slumped against June, her vibrant body rubbing against June. "Kiss me again," she said in a low voice.
June led her over to the bed. Doris sat down on the edge of it, then swung her legs around and now she was stretched out on it. Her glance was warm and inviting.
"Could we-could you pretend that you're a man?"
Waves of joy billowed through June and tightened her throat. Her hunger was a dull craving at the pit of her stomach, and already there was moisture forming between her thighs.
"I'll try," she said in a low voice.
Her fingers continued to caress and excite the soft crevice. No longer was she content to merely trace the outline of the opening. She slipped her fingers into the wonderful lubricated sheath.
Doris moaned softly. As her tongue swabbed at her lips she moved her pelvis, rotating it and pushing it against June's hand to drive the fingers deeper within her.
Vaguely June began to realize that the girl wasn't truly a virgin. Her fingers were in deep enough. By now she should be able to feel the tiny film that was the banner of the girl's virginity. Her fingers moved around in the heated and sticky sheath.
"Oh, June," Doris cried out softly. "It's-it's like nothing I've ever experienced."
June was breathing heavily, fighting the hunger and the passion that pitched within her. Doris wasn't a virgin at all! After all these weeks of waiting and hoping, she now made this discovery. For a few seconds June felt the pangs of disappointment but they vanished. Perhaps the girl had broken her maidenhead while participating in some sport. Obviously Doris had never been with a man. As far as June was concerned, Doris was still a virgin.
June moved her hand away and then she slid onto the girl. She stifled a groan as she felt Doris' searching fingers, finding and toying with her black-fringed nest.
Doris embraced June and pulled her down on top of her. "Oh, I love you, June," she murmured ecstatically.
This time as their lips touched, their bodies flattened out and surged against each other. Doris trembled under June's weight and touch. Her fingernails sank into the flesh of June's shoulders.
Gently June let her feel the touch of her hunger as it began to rub against the mass of golden-coated honey. Doris sobbed erratically as she raised her legs and clamped them around June.
Slowly June began to strum her, forcing her black carpet against the gold, leisurely but at the same time urgently. Before long Doris' hips began to rise and fall in the same tempo as June's surges. Within moments powerful shudders tore at Doris' enflamed body as she struggled through a gigantic orgasm.
June's eyes were closed as she kept herself locked against the girl's body. Delicious waves of passion rocked through June's body. It was a delirious series of spasms, unlike anything June had every experienced with a man. It was almost the ultimate in ecstasy. But there was still another stage.
Panting audibly June drew Doris' buttocks onto her shoulders. Slowly June's head came down and then it was pressed into the cleft between Doris' thighs. Fiercely her mouth and lips reignited the passion within the girl and at the same time intensified June's passion and drove it towards the climax.