Chapter 4

We walked arm in arm up to Lexington, pausing every few steps to kiss, caress, feel. When I kissed Jeanne, I would reach under her mini and feel the nylon clad tautness and roundness of her ass. There were no other people on the lonely, dim-lit side street, and I don't think we would have cared if there were. Cars were parked at every available space. I was too engrossed with my suddenly revived desire for Jeanne to notice a very familiar vehicle pull out of its parking space and creep along slowly behind us, right after we walked past it.

The traffic on Lexington was fairly heavy, and we flagged a cab within a minute or less. However, it seemed like an eternity, because I could not kiss and embrace my new love in the glare of the wide street and its many lights. Once in the cab, I quickly gave the driver the address of the apartment building on Fifth Avenue.

"I still can't believe it's true, darling!" Jeanne whispered, her lips clinging to mine, her hand stroking my pantyhose thigh higher and higher. "Oh, darling! They're crotchless! And . . . and you're wet in your crotch. I'm going to have such a wonderful feast on you!"

"I wonder what the driver thinks," I said, observing that he almost went through a red light while watching us through the rear view mirror. "Of course, I don't give a damn what he thinks. But men are such strange creatures about sex. Do you ever date a man, Jeanne? Let him have relations with you?"

"I avoid it as much as possible," she told me, as both our hands stroked gently between warm, moist thighs. "Dallas is very sophisticated, but I still had to keep appearances. I dated about once a week- a man, that is-and I let two or three fuck me. Oh, I can put on a good act. But I was surprised how many were perfectly content to suck me and let me suck them off. I like that . . . sucking a man off."

"I do too . . . even with my 68 year old, impotent husband," I admitted, caressing her tightly. "I don't know why, but there's something about the way a cock fills up my mouth, the hardness and then making it go limp while I swallow . . . uh . . . yes, I'll admit it. I swallow."

"So do I!" Jeanne responded immediately, squeezing my hand. "I don't mind it, really. The chairman of the board of one of the best fashion houses used to ask me to suck him off a lot. He was married, of course, and he could think of the wildest places, just on the spur of the moment. He was at one of our modeling sessions one afternoon, and took me out to dinner. I sucked him off first while he was driving down Main Street! And we had a cozy little place back in the corner of the dining room to eat. We sat along the wall . . . and this crazy, sexy idiot, decided that he wanted me to suck him off right there I We were having an after-dinner brandy . . . at this real posh club. So, he took it out hard and I played with it, all beneath the level of the table top, naturally. When he was ready to come, he nodded to me, and I put my head down there and sucked it off I What a character!" "You must have had a million memorable experiences, Jeanne. You'll have to tell me about all of them eventually," I said, and then we broke away as the cab pulled up to the Fifth Avenue apartment building. "And remind me to call Kenneth-my husband-and tell him I've decided to stay downtown all night ... or overnight . . . that seems a better way of putting it."

"Good evening, Mrs. Hathaway!" the elderly doorman, Fred, greeted us as I paid off the driver and emerged from the cab with Jeanne, both of us laughing and displaying a great deal of leg. "It's nice to see you again."

"Thank you, Fred. It's nice to see you," I told him with a friendly smile, then nodded toward Jeanne. "Fred, I would like you to meet one of my dearest friends in the world. This is Jeanne Love. We went to school together in Texas . . . and I used to baby-sit for her too. We haven't seen each other in ten years, so I invited her to spend the night. You'll probably be seeing more of her. Jeanne-this is Fred, the nicest and kindest doorman in New York."

Jeanne held out her right hand and Fred never batted an eye, shaking it once very firmly, and smiling as always. I never felt a need to "bribe" Fred, as I was certain he was quite discreet. But then I had never taken anyone, male or female, up to the apartment for sex. I suppose then it was my own guilty conscience that prodded me to dip in my pocketbook for a ten dollar bill.

"This is for not having seen you in so long, Fred," I said, handing him the money and receiving gracious bows and verbal offerings of appreciation.

"We're on the 20th floor," I told Jeanne as we walked through the door and the small lobby to the elevators. "There's a beautiful view from our place. And the apartment is so spacious! Kenneth bought it almost 20 years ago, and it's been kept up to perfection."

"We're alone at last!" Jeanne said, when the door of the automatic elevator closed, preventing me from seeing that same car that had followed us along the street near Denyse's, pull up at the front entrance. "I hope someone else doesn't get on....."

"Oh, my God, Jeanne!" I exclaimed, when she pulled at the upper front buttons on my genuine suede mini with the high-rise waist and unhooked my bra in front. "God, Jeanne! Oh ... I love it! I love your lips on my nipple! But . . . please, darling . . . someone might be stopping the elevator at....."

"Stand behind me!" Jeanne said quickly as we felt the cage stop on the 9th floor.

"Evening, ladies," a slightly inebriated man of good looks and middle age volunteered tipsily. "Damn wife wants t'pick a fight . . . t'hell with her!

I'll go up to my Mistress' apartment and sleep with -her. G'night, ladies. ..."

He had pressed the button for the 19th floor, and left the cage immediately. I gave a huge sight of relief and quickly hooked the bra back together and snapped up the mini to the low neckline at top. When we passed a party of four walking down the hall on the 20th floor, I was certainly glad I had not tried to risk dashing to the apartment from the elevator exposed. One of the men was a business acquaintance of Kenneth's, and they had both had apartments on the same floor for years.

Our place was by no means as ultra-modern as Denyse's. But it was furnished beautifully and the bedrooms were large and comfortable. The one Kenneth and I used had a little bar built in. with an ice cube machine, sink, and a small refrigerator for champagne, beer and wine.

"I've got to call Kenneth before he goes to bed," I said, but was stopped at the very second I bolted the door, by Jeanne's hands. "Please . . . it'll only take a ... a minute. ..."

We both dropped our purses to the floor and embraced. Our tongues lolled liquidly together and our lips kissed at first one angle then another. Our hands went under each others' minis at about the same second. I cupped my palm under Jeanne's soaking wet, silky panties and squeezed hard, using a lower knuckle to gouge at her sensitive clit.

She had no trouble of that sort in my case. Her fingers delved through the opening in my crotchless pantyhose and into the dripping fleshiness of my naked cunt. We both groaned, moaned, pressed our hips together. And then I finally managed to pull away, convincing her that I had to call Kenneth. The conversation was very brief. I acted elated at meeting my old friend and told him I had invited her to spend the night with me at our apartment. He seemed to sound well pleased and asked me to give her his best wishes.

"Now, Jeanne!" I said, walking toward her as she stood behind the little bedroom bar looking for things. "We are all alone!"

"Oh, darling!" she called out, dropping the unopened bottle of liquor into the sink (it didn't break) and running around toward me. "I love you! I'm going to kiss you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes! I adore you, Norma! Oh, how I've thought about you . . . my perfect dream woman ... all these years. I've never forgotten....."

There was no time for a drink then, and when I look back, I don't see how we stripped each other so quickly without tearing our clothing. When Jeanne's beautiful, slim, shapely, young body was completely nude and I saw the big tuft of blonde hair on her Venus mount and down between her legs revealing wet, pink lips, I was just getting ready to push down my pantyhose.

"No, Norma! Don't do that!" Jeanne said, looking at me with naked lust in her eyes, pushing me back toward the side of the bed. "Men love a woman with her stockings still on. I want to love you that way. I want to eat you, my sweetheart. Oh, how I love . . . and I'm so happy that you were the first, darling. You made me what I am . . you made me know real love. ..."

Her words upset me a little, as if I felt she was trying to "blame" me for making her a Lesbian. On the other hand, she seemed pleased, very pleased, and dropped to her knees as I sat down on the side of the bed and put out my arms behind me for support.

Our minds were still communicating beautifully by some form of telepathy. It had been so long. Yet, I felt I was "home". I was where I belonged, doing what I wanted, doing it with whom I wanted. I raised my legs and put them over her naked shoulders, her flesh warm and smooth against mine. I looked down through the valley between my breasts, and I saw the sweetest, most excitingly wonderful girl in the world. Jeanne was looking up at me adoringly.

"Mm-mmm!" she exclaimed after darting her mouth and tongue into the crotch opening and licking and sucking some of my fluids. "You taste delicious, Norma. I can even remember the taste. Your taste is sweet, but light. I love 'Norma' flavor. I love Norma. And . . . the way the rim around the opening in your pantyhouse touches and rubs along my nose . . . it's so much softer and sexier than if I were eating a girl wearing a crotchless girdle. We have quickies like that in the dressing room sometimes ... if there are no straights there....."

Jeanne could talk no more. She was too frantic to press her face tightly into the opening. I was drooling with fluids and she licked down to the bottom of my cunt and underneath, almost to my asshole. I pressed my legs together after she was back licking my clit, indicating that I wanted her to keep it up.

Her tongue and lips toyed teasingly with the little passion bump, then she began to suck it.

There was no doubt she was well versed in the Lesbian techniques, as she sucked it far into her mouth with great suction, then pulled out the little clit the farthest it had ever been: She released the suction, but immediately used it again when the clit was about to leave her lips. She kept it up and I was crying, whining, wailing with orgasms! Orgasms! Orgasms!

There was more too. After those first very strong orgasms, she sucked hard on my swollen clit, then drew her lips out until they were barely over the tip of it. By continuing to suck so hard, I could feel the foreskin inside actually separate from my clit! I knew that the female clit was a small projection subject to erection, just like the male cock. And I knew that it was covered over completely by a fairly thin foreskin too. But I had never before experienced the sensation of it separating underneath the flesh like that.

"Oh! Oh, God, Jeanne!" I cried out hoarsely, wantonly, my body perspiring despite the 68ø temperature set by the air-conditioning. "Do . . . oh, do that again, darling! Hurry! I want to love your body too!"

Again, she sucked at just the tip of my clit and I could feel the separation. The third and fourth time she did it, I had another pair of orgasms and was screaming so loud that I wondered if Kenneth could hear me out in Westchester!

After the orgasm subsided, Jeanne began to lick down my inner thighs, her saliva wetting down the sleek, sheer nylon of my pantyhose so that the contact was even more intriguing, teasing, subtle and wonderful.

"Please, Jeanne . . . help me get these off," I finally asked her, both of us breathless. "You must have a pussy full of heavenly nectar for me to drink!"

"Oh . . . I'm so shaky and hot, Norma!" Jeanne protested. "I'll tear them off for sure!"

"Tear them off!" I said with a laugh of complete freedom and joy. "I keep a supply of clothing and things here. Go ahead. Be rapacious! Tear them off!"

That was all she needed. Instead of grabbing them by the waist and pulling down though, Jeanne put her hands in the open crotch and pulled and tugged until the runny, torn, dilapidated nylon was hanging on me. Then, she ripped it by the seam up to my waist. I lifted my ass. And she pulled the rest of it off.

Quickly, I jumped all the way up on the bed and rolled over to the other side. Jeanne joined me, looked at me and smiled, and then faced the opposite way curled up next to me. I felt I wanted to be on top. It seemed like such a natural urge. And Jeanne understood without my having to utter a word. She turned over on her back and lay sprawled out, deliberately vulnerable, inviting, beckoning, daring!

Her body was so youthful, so blonde, so precious. Her breasts were small, compared to mine, but so healthily firm, the nipples pinkish-red. I moved over her, suspended for a moment, only my feet and hands touching the bed. I looked down between our bodies and our eyes met. There was such a desperate plea in hers, as if to say-"Norma ... do you really want to eat me . . . love me . . . make Lesbian love once a week or more?"

Slowly, I lowered my body to hers. My suspended breasts mashed into her firm belly, then I had to adjust myself so that they almost mashed into her slim waist ... or fell around beside them. I gasped with sheer delight when the hard little nubs of her nipples pierced the tender flesh of my slightly fuller belly. I rotated my torso a little and made them rub around and around. The feeling was unbelievably beautiful-tits on bellies, rubbing, creating sweet Lesbian sensations.

Her tongue and lips sought my pussy and she began to lick the surrounding hair and the other lips in a very subtly sensuous way. I looked directly below and saw that I was only two or three inches from her soft, blonde tuft of hair. I licked through the silken strands and wet them down, pressing my tongue on her mound and feeling it bounce back to shape. I licked downward until I was at her pussy lips. They were pink, the hair growing just to the edge (as some men wear their mustaches). And then I saw the seepage. I could tell that her vulva was filled to overflowing with her liquid love.

I sighed aloud as Jeanne went for my clit again, and even louder when she wrapped her young arms around my upper thighs and pulled my cunt farther against her face. I waited breathlessly for a moment! Her fingers were on the cheeks of my buttocks! They crept closer and closer! They pulled the cheeks apart! When her fingers first began to tease my asshole, I cried out and began to work my cunt against her face, feeling her little nose wiggling in my damp ass crease. Her fingers then opened up my anus. She moved up slightly, and then her mouth was under my cunt, her tongue licking until it was in my asshole, moving in and out and setting my whole body on fire!

No more teasing, no more delays! I put my hand beneath her pussy. I put my tongue to her lips and licked the juices off by going up and down them. I probed inward, but not all the way, and a small flood of her secretions greeted me. I swallowed deliciously! I wanted to cry out how delicious her young juices tasted.

My hand at the bottom of her pussy had collected the "drippings", and I sucked them up noisily. As I licked back up, my chin contacted and parted her lips, with the result that more of the lovely liquid made its way to my mouth. And even more seeped out! I was enjoying all the secretions she had stored since we began our sex games at Denyse's!

"Jeanne! You're delicious!" I cried out, taking my mouth away for a moment to let her know how much I loved it! "I want to ... to have you store it and bottle it for me....."

"You darling. ..." I heard her mumble as her breath blew on my moistened asshole.

Her tongue darted back into me, and I twisted my head a little to the side and pressed my mouth to her seeping lips. It was like a mouth-to-mouth kiss! I parted the lips with my tongue and began to suck! My mouth filled with her slightly viscous liquid. I swallowed the fluids with the eagerness of an alcoholic suddenly told by his doctor to drink all the straight whiskey he wanted. The flavor was so won- erful as I gulped it down across the tastebuds of my tongue. The thinner consistency, as compared to a man's ejaculation, was also an extra fillip to its feel as it floated down my throat.

After swallowing the mass of reserve that had been stored in her pretty pussy for so long, I at last made very direct contact with the slippery inner flesh. I found her inside lips easily and reveled in licking them up and down without letup. Intuitively, I knew that Jeanne would respond. I knew it because I was a highly sexed woman and she was a highly sexed woman. I knew it because we both wanted Lesbian love. And, most of all, I knew it because of the "magic" communication that passed wordlessly between us.

"Oh! Aw! Oh, Norma! You're doing it!" she screamed, after removing her mouth from my anus.

"You're doing . . . oh! I'm coming . . . again!

You're doing the impossible, Norma! You're doing it because we were meant to be lovers from the first time we made love! No . . . woman, girl or man or boy . . . has ever made me have multiple orgasms like that! Oh, God, Norma! You were worth waiting for tonight! This was worth waiting for. No . . . don't say a word, darling! Make me come again! Be Norma! Don't be Denyse. . . ."

Her tongue penetrated my anus after that puzzling statement, and I forgot all about it. The only thing I was really intent upon at the moment was to bring Jeanne to more orgasms, make her know that I was the best lover in the world for her and, at the same time, enjoy myself to the fullest. I kept my tongue going up and down her juicy, inner lips, and only when she began to moan and cry during the few moments her lips and tongue were not glued to my anus or swiping along my cunt lips teasingly, did I press my face farther into her vulva and lick indiscriminately.

I knew how teasing it could be to lick, lap and suck without deliberate attention to the "hot-spots", and I continued to rousingly frustrate her that way until I found that I could get my lips near her vaginal entrance and suck out the "sweating" secretions. I rejoiced when I felt her muscles contracting, and put my tongue in as far as it would go. She then pulled it in further by working both sets of her vaginal muscles in a smooth rhythm, and I recalled how Juanita's ass could "suck" on a nipple or tongue.

I knew that Jeanne was being well satisfied because my chin was rubbing against her clit as I was using my lips and tongue in the lower part of her pussy. And when I did realize that, I pushed and rubbed my chin more deliberately over her clit and up to the point where her pubic hairs swam in the liquids of our mouth-cunt embrace.

Intuitively, I reached around beneath her buttocks and spread them. The very moment that my finger hit her anus, Jeanne had another shuddering, spasming orgasm! I knew then that I had discovered most of her special sex-pleasure points. (But I wondered if she was sensitive at her navel and armpits too, and endless possibilities intrigued me. The future seemed to loom up as something to live fori I could sense that Jeanne was becoming as relaxed as I. We should enjoy one last mutual orgasm, and then find time for the tender moments of love, a drink together and looking out at New York City by night. I could never understand why so many natives were always saying they wanted to move to California or Texas or Virginia or somewhere. As for me, once I had learned New York, any other place in the world seemed small, provincial, inadequate. Instead of picking up the phone to call about something, almost everyone else in the country had to write letters or call long-distance. Because New York is where it's at!

It seemed almost impossible that I had been able to let my mind wander, because Jeanne was controlling the movements of my pelvis by holding onto my hips and making my lower torso pivot. As a result, her long tongue traversed the route from my asshole to my clit continually. When my asshole was in line with her tongue, she plunged it in. On the movement back, her wet, hot tongue slipped into my pussy at the bottom and plowed through and across my vaginal entrance, zig-zagged arousingly against my inner lips, then teased my clit unmercifully. Sometimes, she would pause there long enough to suck it between her lips with great suction and let me feel the foreskin separation for just a moment!

With my hands under her buttocks, I positioned them so that my thumbs pulled her blonde-haired cunt lips apart, while my index fingers could both probe her small, but stretchable anus. I could tell by her faster licking of my front and back sex parts that I was turning her on to the final, big orgasm too. I licked her open cunt, like a cow lapping at a calf or a salt-block.

I alternated my probe of her ass with my index fingers, and it was exciting for me, but more physically arousing for her. One finger would go in deep, spreading the tight anal muscle, and as soon as it came out, the other finger would jab in deeply. Her anus, of course, was liberally lubricated and juicy from the fluids of my mouth and her cunt, which had dribbled down to the crack.

I stopped all my activity dead still for a moment, and listened! I could hear the "slurping" of her wet tongue as it went on its back and forth route between my thighs. I worked with Jeanne, moving my pelvis so that it was easier for her tongue and lips to traverse my sensitive areas.

"Aw! Oh, Jeanne . . . you're wonderful!" I cried out, working my thumbs and fingers as I lifted my face away for a moment. "This ... is going to be a good one. . . ."

"This is it!" she screamed, lifting her face away for a second or two. "My nymphy lips . . . inside, Norma! Like before!"

Immediately, her mouth was back between my thighs, her tongue and lips working me to a strong, building climax that was almost at hand! I did as she asked, of course. I buried my mouth in her pussy, then released the outer lips from my thumbs. The result was that her inner lips closed tighter and when I put the tip of my tongue between the juicy and delicious pieces of inner flesh, there was more pressure.

We both became frantic then! We wanted to build each other quickly to that final, long, beautiful orgasm of the evening! I kept plunging the index fingers of both my hands into her anus in alternation. I felt Jeanne begin to go! Her whole body tensed, but she licked me faster! I moved my pelvis faster! And when the explosion came, we both shuddered and spasmed uncontrollably. Our mouths wanted so desperately to cry out our joys of orgasm, but they were too busy creating those orgasms.

Finally, after the strong, relaxing climax was over, we lay in position. Our hot breaths panted into the moistness of our sex parts, so wet and juicy. Our bodies titillated with feeling, but we were not wild savages anymore. I slowly turned around and crawled up beside Jeanne. I kissed her on the mouth and our lips ground together in the tenderness of love.

"You really do mean that I can sleep with you tonight?" Jeanne asked after a long kiss and warm embrace. "You really mean that Denyse said I was free to spend the whole night with you? I can't believe it!"

"But she did, darling," I insisted, rolling her breasts in my hand. "We are alone . . . this is our night! Come, darling. Do you want to have a drink and talk about things....."

"No . . . no, Norma," she answered quietly, lovingly, cuddling to me. "I want to sleep with you . . . right now. I'm so happy ... so in love . . . and so tired . . :" Jeanne suddenly went limp. Her beautiful, naked body was next to me, almost clinging. But she was asleep. I quietly pulled myself away from her and stepped off the bed. I was relaxed, satisfied, exhausted. But I had more to think about. There was Kenneth, Ken, Cissy, Denyse. How many others there were, I didn't know.

I went to the bar and retrieved the fallen bottle of Scotch from the sink. I took out half a dozen ice cubes and put them in the glass, filling it with straight Scotch. I walked to the window and looked at New York. So many buildings . . . lights on. there . . . and there . . . and over there. The Empire State Building seemed the most unlit of all. And the big, Port Authority buildings were not even visible from the apartment.

The liquor hit me. I had a second drink, a third drink. I wondered if I might be an alcoholic. But then I felt so good, I didn't care. I looked down at Jeanne's young body, naked and so contented, a smile on her lips. I curled into the bed beside her. I felt her body flesh near mine, touching mine.

And I went to sleep as soundly as Jeanne.