Chapter 3
Broad daylight hit her like a bolt of lightning! She looked around the bedroom. She looked down at her naked body, looked over to the rumpled other half of the bed. She realized that she must have been tossing and turning, having a fitful dream, a terrifying nightmare. But there was one thing that puzzled the young girl more than anything else. She screamed it aloud as she suddenly sat bolt upright in the bed.
"Who am I?"
She began to tremble as she looked around the room, straining her mind to try to recognize something, anything. Jumping up from the bed, she put on the robe that was placed neatly over the top of a chair. It was a perfect, almost tailored fit. It must be hers, she thought.
Gripped with fear, she walked over to the dresser to look at herself in the mirror. She breathed a little, but only a little, more easily. She was a pretty girl, so pretty, in fact, that the anxiety and fear hardly showed on her face. She looked to be about twenty-three with golden blonde hair falling down to the level of her breasts. She opened the robe to observe her mirrored figure.
A smile crossed her lips. She was absolutely fascinated by the full, firm breasts and the reddened, swollen nipples, the slim waist, rounded buttocks and tapering shapely legs. She felt a small tingle between those legs, somewhere below the patch of light colored pubic hair and the lips of her vulva. Yet the question, the overriding question, still terrified her: "Who am I?"
But then she smiled again. Whoever she was, she was suffering from amnesia. Soon, she would collect her thoughts, have her memory jogged by meeting someone she knew, and it would all be over. She could laugh about it then.
Her eyes suddenly zeroed in on a purse. It was on the couch in the living room, and it bore the initials "T.F." She felt very relieved for the moment and walked over to pick it up. The bag was light and stylish, very expensive. Snapping it open, she realized that her question might be answered.
"Who am I?"
The terror began to ease. It was like a game, a jigsaw puzzle. It actually intrigued her. She found that she wanted to prolong the suspense. She leisurely opened the handbag and probed through its contents. There was a car key, a door key, lipstick, and also a very slim diary. And there was a small photo in the diary, a photo of a young girl, a photo of the very same girl she had just seen in the mirror!
Her head was hurting, she suddenly realized, and there was a small, sore lump near the back. But it didn't seem important. Not nearly so important as the purse and its contents might prove to be.
"Well ... it has to be my purse," she said to herself, feeling that as soon as she saw her own name on something that her memory would return. "Yes! Here it is on the first page! 'Terri Foster 2-242 Central Park West-Tel 773-4902.'"
Terri waited for the "jog," the "click" that would bring her memory back into focus, but nothing happened. The situation ceased to be amusing for her now. A new panic began to build up inside her. Wouldn't it only be a matter of time, she wondered. Surely, she would get her memory back in a few minutes, maybe an hour ... a day ... two days?
But she could not accept the evidence so far.
The contents of the bag meant nothing to her; the name and address in the diary provoked not the slightest hint of remembrance. Even her reflection in the mirror was like looking at a complete stranger!
Terri let her hands fall into her lap and shivered. She felt like a ghost, a thing without substance or identity. Perhaps this wasn't a simple case of amnesia, after all. Maybe she had gone insane! Perhaps this room was really a padded cell in a mental hospital, and her perception had become so deranged that she could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy.
Terri sat motionless in the chair. Her eyes traveled slowly about the room, moving from the spacious, net-curtained windows to the low mahogany shelf, pausing there to examine a collection of figurines which were artistically arranged at precise intervals. Several of them were highly erotic, cunningly carved nudes of both sexes, their voluptuous bodies grossly exaggerated in size and shapeliness.
A deep pile carpet covered the entire floor. Since the room contained very little furniture, it lent an air of expansiveness to the compact living room. Three paintings hung on the walls: complementing the carved figures with their unabashed emphasis on nudity and increasing the atmosphere of mild titillation which pervaded the room.
Occasionally, the revving of a car engine or the faint blast of a horn disturbed the silence-but most of the time Terri could hear nothing but her own heartbeats and the quiet ticking of her wristwatch. She felt herself becoming slowly mesmerized by lethargy; not wanting to move from the relaxing comfort of the couch. And it required a determined effort before the girl could bring herself up to a standing position and move to the window.
The view was astoundingly beautiful! Across the street, torn left to right, as far as the eye could see, was a lovely forested park with huge meadows of green grassy areas breaking up the tree scape occasionally. On the other side of the park were very tall buildings. Most of them apparently very large apartment buildings. Looking directly down to the street below, it appeared the apartment she was in must be two or three stories from the ground.
But there was nothing at all familiar about the scene to Terri, so she turned away. If this was her apartment, the name of the street "Central Park West," seemed to make sense. However, the view from the window was altogether strange to her, although she must have looked out the same window a hundred times or more. New York? Even New York was strange to her. Of course, she had been there on a visit ... she thought, and she had seen many pictures of various parts of the huge metropolis. But? Terri decided to take a bath and get dressed. Maybe that would help.
The sudden peal of chimes at the front door greeted Terri as soon as she was dressed. They chimed loudly, running up and down the scale, making Terri freeze and cast her eyes anxiously around the room, feeling that she was a burglar who had been caught red-handed.
She moved away from the window nervously, wondering if she could pluck up enough courage to open the door. Then a thought struck her. Of course! The visitor would be bound to know who she was! He would at least reassure her that she was Terri Foster, and he might even nudge her mind into a full realization of her past.
Bravely, she pulled open the front door after using the 48 full-length mirror in the foyer to make a brief adjustment to her dress and hair.
"Hello, darling. I hope you didn't mind my dropping in like this?" A smartly dressed woman, beaming and smelling strongly of expensive perfume, gushed into the hall, pecking Terri's cheek and hugging the startled girl warmly.
"As a matter of fact, I didn't think you'd be up so early-not after last night!" She smiled knowingly, holding Terri's arms and squeezing them with a confidential pressure. "And you look so lovable, darling! How on earth do you manage it?"
Before Terri could reply, the woman turned and shut the front door. Linking her arm in Terri's, she started into the living room. Obviously, they were good friends, Terri thought. The newcomer, although she was several years older, probably in her middle thirties, treated her as if they were long-standing acquaintances. And the warmth of her voice and gestures indicated that their relationship must have been quite an intimate one.
But Terri simply couldn't put a name to the woman. She was a total stranger to the girl, despite her easy-going familiarity. When they reached the lounge, Terri cleared her throat-ready to confess her loss of memory and admit that she couldn't even be sure of her own name-let alone the name of her friend. But before she spoke, Terri studied the woman carefully; giving her memory one last chance, hoping that she might save herself embarrassment.
The woman was removing her hat and coat, giving Terri time to appraise her without the woman being aware of the scrutiny. She was a rather slender person; her figure willowy and boyish, her face wearing only a hint of makeup. Beneath the hat, her hair had been cropped into a stylish pixie cut, and now that she was bareheaded she looked much younger.
There was an undeniable air of sophistication about her, too. Her gestures were affected, her eyes cool and detached despite the apparent warmth of her personality. Terri felt instinctively that she had nothing in common with the woman, some deep-rooted intuition telling her that their characters were poles apart, even if they did know each other quite well. But she had indicated that there had been a party last night ... a late-night party, judging from her remark about not expecting Terri to be up so early. Perhaps, after all, she was mistaken. Perhaps Terri Foster did belong to the flippant, cynical circles that this woman obviously moved in. Maybe she was the same type, cold and materialistic, a veneer of brittle, fun-loving sophistication hiding an empty, lonely shell.
"Tell me," she asked hesitantly, when her visitor had thrown her hat and coat casually over the arm of a chair and was seated in the armchair opposite. "Did I drink an awful lot last night? I can't seem to remember anything . . ." She laughed nervously. "Not even my own name!"
The visitor smiled knowingly. She crossed her legs, making the short hem of her dress slide halfway up her thighs, leaning back in her chair until the black, satin-textured miniskirt was revealing the tops of her stockings. She made no attempt to tug it down.
"Quite amusing, darling!" she drawled. "But, really, it's a bit early in the morning for jokes, isn't it? Last night, I might have found it rather amusing."
Then she peered closer at Terri, looking up at the girl who was standing a few feet away, her face worried and drawn.
"You are kidding, aren't you, Terri?" she inquired, "You don't really mean ... ?"
Terri nodded miserably. "Honestly, I'm not joking," she insisted. "A few minutes ago, I found myself standing in this room. I didn't know where I was, I couldn't remember my name, I ... I don't remember anything at all!"
For a moment or two, the woman regarded her suspiciously. Then, as Terri twisted her hands together and seemed to be genuinely upset, she rose to her feet and approached the girl.
"You probably had too much whiskey," she said kindly. "Or maybe you were mixing your drinks. It's only a bad hangover, darling. Don't worry! In a moment you'll remember everything. I'll help you, if I tell you your name and ... "
"I know my name!" Terri broke in. "That's what makes it so horrible! I found my diary, but it didn't help at all! I still can't remember anything-not really remember! I still feel like a ghost, like someone who doesn't really exist!"
"There, there!" The girl was becoming almost hysterical, her voice breaking and her eyes filling with tears. Gently, the woman led her to the couch and sat her down, moving beside her and slipping an arm comfortingly around her shoulders.
"Listen to me, darling," she soothed. "My name is Doris ... Doris Tarketon. Does that mean anything to you?"
Terri began to sob. "No!" she cried. "Oh, I'm so frightened. I think I'm going crazy! I can't remember! It's all blank inside!"
Doris cuddled her protectively and stroked Terri's shoulder; rubbing her hand firmly into the girl's trembling upper arm, bringing her closer until Terri's tear-stained cheek was resting lightly against her own.
"No need for you to get upset, darling," she whispered. "Just try to relax yourself, take it easy . .."
Doris slipped her other hand around Terri's waist. She gently urged the girl into an embrace, then moved her fingers softly up and down Terri's back turning her sideways so that their bodies were touching. Gradually, under the soothing massage of Doris' hand and the warm pressure of the woman's cheek against her own, Terri began to quieten. She stopped crying and lifted her face a few inches away from Doris'.
"If only there was something I could do!" she sighed. "Some little thing, like meeting someone who could jog my memory. And yet ... I know you very well, don't I Doris?"
The woman smiled faintly. "We're very good friends, Terri," she confirmed. "I don't think anyone has been quite so close to you as me! Lori and Laura took an early flight...."
"Why can't I remember you?" Terri sounded desperate now, her lips quivering as she came up against that terrible blank wall, so impenetrable, so empty and yet so hard to demolish. And who were Lori and Laura?
"You swear you're not kidding me?" Doris asked suddenly. "If this is just a practical joke, Terri, I'll...." She stopped, realizing that the girl couldn't be acting this realistically. A mischievous twinkle appeared briefly in her eyes, and then Doris continued, lowering her voice to a murmur.
"There is one way to restore your memory, darling! The only trouble is, you might be rather shocked by it ... in your present state of mind, that is!"
"No, Doris!" Terri gripped the older woman by her shoulders. "Please tell me! I don't care what it is! I must get over this awful amnesia!"
"Well ... " Doris appeared to hesitate, then she looked directly into Terri's pleading eyes. "I can't exactly tell you, darling-I'll have to show you!"
She brought her mouth suddenly against Terri's, kissing the girl warmly and passionately on her lips! It was heated and urgent, and if Terri still imagined it to be platonic, Doris' tongue, slithering wetly against her teeth, soon disillusioned her! At first she was too startled to draw back. Doris moved her lips hungrily forward, bearing down on Terri's mouth in an unmistakably sexual embrace; and she could do nothing but gasp and provide the woman with the entrance she sought!
She thrust her tongue quickly between the girl's parted lips and Terri felt its wet, quivering tip slide urgently against her own. A tingle of excitement passed through her, and then she was pushing the woman away, tearing her mouth to one side so that Doris' lips lost contact with hers.
"What ... what are you doing!" Terri exclaimed. Her face was burning with shock and her heart beat frantically as she understood all too clearly what Doris had been attempting.
Doris took her hand firmly and put Terri's trembling fingers on her thigh. Through the silk of her stocking, the flesh was warm and sleek: giving the girl a second brief thrill before Terri snatched it away.
"Don't!" she protested. "Doris, I'm not like that..
Terri stopped. She didn't know what she was like! She didn't know if her sexual urge tended towards Lesbianism or not, whereas Doris apparently did know! And from the way her visitor was regarding her, staring at Terri with a cool, understanding smile on her face, she guessed that Doris had been trying to show her the truth. If it was the truth!
The girl swallowed hard. She pressed herself into the cushioned back of the couch and tried to control the revulsion and fear which Doris' advances had created in her. For a long moment neither of them spoke or moved. And then Doris slipped her hand behind Terri's neck and gently caressed the girl's hair.
"I'm sorry, darling," she whispered. "I thought that it might help to restore your memory, jolt it back for you.
But I haven't succeeded, have I?" Doris sighed wistfully. "To think that we were so close," she continued.
Her hand remained on Terri's head, softly stroking the fine blonde hair, her fingers rubbing with the lightest possible touch against the girl's neck. "Only last night my kisses drove you crazy. And now you can't remember me at all!"
But Terri was beginning to feel aroused by the woman's hand. The long, slender fingers were soothing and restful; she couldn't help half closing her eyes and relaxing under their pressure, the soft fondling at the nape of her neck inducing a tenderness in the girl, a warm glow of affection. Perhaps, after all, she did enjoy the sexual charms of another woman, Terri thought dreamily. And the notion wasn't quite so disturbing to her now.
She could feel Doris' presence on the couch beside her even though her eyes were closed. There was an electric magnetism passing between them, a current which drew Vanessa slowly but inexorably closer and closer to the woman, until her lips were once again brushing Doris'.
This time it was the older woman who resisted! Doris cupped Terri's face in both her hands, staring earnestly into the pretty, half-closed eyes as she gently held the giri's warm, blushing cheeks in her palms.
"I want you to be sure, darling," Doris said softly. "Really sure that you know what you're doing ... don't let me embrace you unless you're quite certain, Terri!"
Terri's blush deepened but she opened her eyes and gazed soulfully up into Doris' face.
"I know that I want you!" Terri whispered. "There's something ... something about you, Doris, something I can't explain. Please make love to me!"
She pressed her mouth hungrily forward, the rose-tinted moistness of her lips merging with Doris' in a beautifully abandoned kiss. Terri pushed the top of her tongue into the hot wetness of Doris' mouth, her breath becoming quick and sharp, as if her own daring had excited her as much as the willingness with which the woman was returning her kiss.
Their bodies came together, Doris leaning forward until she was lying full-length on top of Terri, the girl's hands stealing around her back and pulling her down firmly. Their dresses worked up around the tops of their thighs-and Terri could feel the hard, exciting movement of Doris' garter fasteners as they pressed into her bare leg.
Exploring each other carefully, the girls gradually opened their mouths fully and let their tongues dart m and out, wetly and thrillingly, making little moans of pleasure as the titillation increased and they learned how to move their tongues in just the right way.
Terri could feel herself growing more and more aroused by the weight of Doris' body on hers. The small but exciting mounds of the woman's breasts were squashing down on her own, larger ones and she thrust herself up a little, then writhed her body so that the contact was sharply heightened.
After a gloriously long kiss, Doris' mouth finally withdrew from hers. Terri was trembling with desire. She turned her head to one side so that Doris could kiss her neck; and while the woman's lips were busily sucking and mouthing just below her ear, Terri stroked feverishly up and down Doris' back, letting her hands reach down to the almost uncovered hillocks of her lover's buttocks. Impatiently, she tugged the dress right over the lovely spheres, dragging the material up at the front as well as the back of Doris' body.
"Obhh!" Terri couldn't hold back the exclamation of delight as her fingers traveled over the lightly clad cheeks of Doris' beautiful ass. Beneath a thin, silky pair of panties, the woman's cheeks jutted proudly, their sleek flesh incredibly soft under Terri's exploring hands.
"Darling, your backside is so sweet ... so gorgeous!"
Terri sighed. She pinched up the flesh and released it so that the skin shimmied plumply, shuddering deliciously and giving Terri a warm, moist sensation in the region of her cunt. She could feel Doris' tongue stealing into her ear now, giving her so intense a thrill that it was all she could do not to jerk her head away. The ecstasy was so marvelous!
Beyond inhibition now, the girl slipped both her hands under the taut rim of Doris' panties and fondled the woman's ass passionately. She pulled the tight white cheeks open, holding the globes fully apart and trying to imagine what the action had revealed; probably a sweet, pearl-shaped hole, only a half inch away from the red slit of a darling pussy!
Wriggling her face round so that she could put her lips to Doris' ear, Terri whispered hotly.
"Could ... could I look at you, Doris? Could I examine you? Take your panties down and see what you look like without anything on?"
The woman rubbed their cheeks together. "Of course you can, my darling!" she replied softly. "On one condition, though!"
"Mmmm? What's that?"
Doris discreetly dipped her hand into the opening of Terri's dress and began to fondle the hard-nippled breast which lolled there.
"We must do it together," she insisted. "You must let me explore you at the same time, my precious. That's only fair, isn't it?"
The girl caught her breath sharply. The urge to see another woman's genitals in unhindered close-up was tremendously powerful. But she wasn't sure that she was ready to submit her own little pussy to such an intimate scrutiny. Not yet, at any rate.
Doris was doing something to her breast. Something rather delicious, yet at the same time causing her a not-too-unpleasant pain.
"Oooh!" she squealed. "Doris! You're scratching me ... you're scratching my titty!"
Her hand thrust down the tight cup of Terri's bra. Doris continued to move her fingernail back and forth across the girl's nipple; causing the bud to swell up and stiffen to a hard, anxious ripeness.
The action weakened all of Terri's body. She could feel herself turning almost to jelly under the determined, ceaseless scratching. Some instinct made her tighten her thighs, squeeze her legs firmly shut and then contract the muscles in her cunt. And almost immediately, Terri realized that she was secreting into her panties!
Terri closed her eyes and shuddered as a delicious orgasm racked her body. The hot juice was soaking the crotch of her briefs, making her forget everything except the urge which was flooding through her veins. And yet, somehow, her pleasure was strangely incomplete.
But Terri had reckoned without the expert resourcefulness of her more experienced partner. Doris quickly saw that the girl was in the throes of her first climax. She lost no time in snatching up the hem of Terri's dress and burying her mouth in the panting, throbbing heat of the girl's crotch!
Not bothering to remove the panties, Doris closed her lips around the prominent bulge of her cunt lips and sucked greedily inwards. The plump folds of flesh quivered as they were drawn into Doris' mouth, seeming to strain helplessly against the tight grip of the silk and force their way through the confining tautness of the briefs.
Doris pushed the girl's thighs widely apart, rubbing one hand up and down the tender flesh on the inside of Terri's leg, raising it at the knee so that she could apply her lips more easily to the pulsing, still secreting cunt.
As Terri stopped gasping, as her frantically threshing body returned to a state of comparative composure, Doris kissed the fatness of the girl's pubic mound and quickly peeled the saturated panties down over Terri's thighs. Her unstockinged legs were white and full-fleshed, their long shapeliness curving in beautiful symmetry to the small, triangular tuft of hair which flowered around her cunt.
As the girl was still lying panting from her orgasm, Doris unbuttoned Terri's dress and helped her out of it. It took but a moment for the Lesbian to remove the brassiere as well, leaving Terri's young body shamelessly naked and erotically posed before Doris' hot, swiftly appraising eyes.
Terri hardly realized that she was being disrobed, so smoothly and gently was the operation conducted. She could feel Doris' light hands on her flesh, stroking and exploring her thighs and her belly, but it wasn't until the woman's fingers actually began to caress her pussy that she reacted to the treatment.
The girl opened her eyes to find herself staring directly into the blatantly exposed area of Doris' crotch! Softly, Doris had straddled the girl so that her body was lowered over Terri's chest and her face was only a few sexy inches from the pungent-smelling crack. And with her own dress now removed, Doris' ass was presented to Terri's mouth in an unmistakable invitation!
The small panties were stretched tightly into the crotch of Doris' cunt, giving Terri a clear view of the ample bulge and also showing her the white cheeks of Doris' buttocks as they strained and pouted against the inadequate nylon briefs.
Immediately Terri lifted her face up and brought her mouth against the firm lips. They parted under the pressure of her tongue, allowing the girl's pursed lips to sink quite deeply into the slit which they normally concealed. The contact was curious and frightening at first. Terri couldn't help feeling that she was being perverted and
"dirty" to examine another woman's genitals so intimately.
The urge to continue what she had begun soon outweighed her inhibitions. And Terri, holding tightly to Doris' boyish but fleshy ass cheeks, found that she was getting quite a thrill out of licking up and down the soft flesh of the woman's cunt. Her tongue slithered from the hard bone of Doris' pubic mound right under the woman's cunt, then explored between the cheeks of her ass to poke at the tiny hole of her anus.
It didn't take long for Doris' panties to grow wet and clinging. Terri's moist tongue had lubricated the thin material until it was adhering more tightly than ever to the woman's cunt and ass. In fact, Terri could now see the inflamed redness of the slit, Doris' long gash showing clearly through the near-transparent nylon of her briefs.
This only inflamed Terri's senses. She was trembling from head to toe with desire now, especially since she could feel Doris' tongue beginning to dip lusciously into her open cunt, licking in a steady, unhurried rhythm up and down the naked and pulsing lips.
Terri understood that her first orgasm, delightful though it had been, was only a prelude to her real climax. Slowly but surely, she was being led to the true heights of sexual pleasure-taken one step at a time under Doris' expert guidance.
The girl shivered uneasily. At any moment now, she knew Doris was going to stick her tongue right inside the tight hole of her pussy! Already, the woman had tasted her clitoris, closing her lips tightly around the agitated button and sucking it to erection. And now ... now! Yes! With a cry of pleasure, Terri felt the insertion! Deeper and deeper slid Doris' exploring tongue, her fingers carefully holding the puffy lips well open so that it could penetrate as far as it would stretch.
Again, Terri felt that brief shock of fear as she realized that her most intimate sex parts were fully displayed to the Lesbian. Doris' eyes were being feasted on her dear little cunt. The woman could see everything, everything!
Doris' slick, wet tongue roved into every corner of her sex hole. It licked up one side, retreated, then lazily slipped forward again, now treating the other wall to a long, delicious titillation. The underside kept rubbing across Terri's clit, and the inflamed piece of sex meat was so stiff as a result of this attention that Terri could almost believe it was a miniature penis, throbbing and nearly ready to ejaculate!
For the past few minutes she had been too excited to devote much attention to licking Doris' cunt. She had kept her mouth buried against the warmth and wetness of the woman's crotch, but her lips were still and her tongue had withdrawn. But now, Terri felt ready to stimulate Doris in turn, and she quickly got her fingertips into the elasticated side of the woman's briefs and began to force the panties down.
Doris was too experienced not to realize what Terri was trying to do, and she assisted the girl by closing her legs so that Terri could swiftly tear the cumbersome underpants over her thighs and calves.
Panting, Terri thrust the woman's limbs wide again, feasting first her eyes, and then her mouth, on the splendor of Doris' totally naked cunt and ass. She examined the nude area between the woman's thighs closely and at length, taking one fold of the cunt lips in her fingers and drawing it well away from its twin so that she could look deep into Doris' gaping gash.
The sex organs fascinated the girl. She hadn't realized how many folds of pink, rubbery flesh reposed inside the slit of a cunt. They yielded obediently to her forefinger, the wet succulence of the vulva opening immediately as Terri prodded her digit further and further into the special, tight-gripping hole which gave access to Doris' interior.
Terri watched from a distance of mere inches as her digit sank completely out of sight, the soft red skin closing possessively around her slender forefinger as it penetrated to its hilt. A faint but steady throbbing came from the channel; urging the girl to poke the finger slowly in and out of the crevice and frig Doris until she was satisfied.
Although Doris was wiggling her buttocks and writhing pleasurably, it became clear to Terri that the Lesbian wanted more than just a finger inside her. She was increasing the rhythm of her licking, darting her tongue more and more quickly in and out of Terri's pussy; and the thoroughness with which she was performing this action indicated that she hoped Terri would imitate her!
Breathlessly, Terri withdrew her finger, seeing it glisten with sex juice as she brought it free of Doris' clinging slit. To give herself some preliminary idea of what a cunt actually tasted like, she raised the finger to her mouth and licked it, running her tongue all over the wet digit and swallowing the deposit of secretions which Doris had left on it.
Terri's eyes glazed as the enormity of what she was doing! And what she was about to do overwhelmed her. There it was: Doris' wide open cunt, waiting for her mouth!
Tenderly, the girl placed her hands once more on the round flesh of Doris' ass. As she came nearer and nearer to the exposed red flesh, she glimpsed the quivering little bud of the woman's clitoris, hanging down from the upper region of her cunt and looking for all the world like a ripe, tasty nipple!
She closed her eyes tightly. She stroked her hands down the slopes of Doris' buttocks until they were caressing the outside of the woman's thighs. Doris had kept her garter belt and stockings on, and Terri found that the rough, tingling sensation she got from rubbing her fingers along the tops of her lover's nylons gave her pleasure an extra dimension. It wasn't like touching her own stockinged thighs; knowing that the legs belonged to another female, a woman who was busily licking and sucking at her throbbing, excited cunt, Terri derived a strange thrill from feeling the taut gripping stockings and letting her fingertips pass over the steel fastenings.
Terri took a deep breath, then abandoned herself to the task of kissing and orally exploring Doris' cunt. Her lips fastened securely around the juicy perimeter of the pussy, and then her tongue stole out and pushed a path into the hquid depths, having to prod up and down the slit for a few moments before it found the snug opening.
Once inside, Terri paused to catch her breath, then wiggled her tongue experimentally. She found the sensation of having her mouth glued to another female's crotch rather pleasant. It was really like kissing mouth-to-mouth, she thought; a little more intimate, perhaps, but not essentially more perverse.
Had she really done this kind of thing before? Terri, as she reamed her tongue round and round the hot, moist tunnel of Doris' cunt, felt it as an entirely new sensation, an alien, yet strongly provocative pleasure which gave the girl a sharp, blissful glow in her belly. She had quickly discovered how to push her lips right inside the musky slit so that her tongue could rove about in the shaft of Doris' cunt and reach to a surprising depth.
The feeling of Doris' thighs and buttocks contracting in a tense rhythm with her licking made Terri aware of the power she held over the other woman. They were both completely absorbed in their work now, the two tongues dipping insatiably in and out of each other's pussies, while their hands fondled and caressed their partner's thighs and buttocks.
Into both girls' bellies, hard and firm, pressed their lover's breasts, Doris' extremely large nipples sticking into the softness of Vanessa's stomach like two red cherries, ripe to the point of bursting. Terri shifted her face slightly, moving her nose so that it pressed snugly against the rich, earthy hole of Doris' anus, which was now completely laid bare by the spread of her buttocks.
Terri sniffed, sighed and wriggled her nostrils in pleasure as she savored the aroma of the woman's crater. Her ass, too, was boldly open to Doris' view; since Doris had by this time cupped Terri's buttocks and raised the girl's hips up off the couch.
Gradually, as they kissed and sucked each other's cunts and caressed the soft flesh of their partner's thighs and buttocks, Terri felt her whole being focused utterly upon Doris' pussy. She moved her lips from side to side, uttering strange little cries of delight as the slit grew more and more wet under her mouth. A fierce itching had begun in her own pussy; and almost unconsciously, Terri had started to writhe her pelvis to relieve the tension.
But she could do nothing to keep the stimulation at bay! Forcibly, Doris held her thighs wide apart and kept her succulent lips on Terri's pink slit. Harder and harder she sucked, until the poor girl was thrashing wildly beneath her, overcome with emotion as a terrible urge to come welled up in her.
Finally Terri could contain herself no longer. She stiffened and thrust her crotch high off the couch, forcefully pressing the hairy openness of her snatch in Doris' face. She throbbed all through her lusciously naked body, then gave herself up completely.
Deliriously, she felt the long, abundant secretions gulped down by her Lesbian lover. Doris' mouth seemed to tighten around the lips of her cunt, pressing into the wet skin, sucking urgently at her excited little cunt. Terri went crazy for a few moments; she ravaged Doris' pussy with her sharp young teeth, nibbling cruelly on the sleek r flesh.
They lay there panting and sobbing ecstatically when it was over. Terri still licked up and down the secreting cunt that she had so quickly grown to love and crave. Her own crotch felt a little sore from the erotic actions of Doris' lips and tongue, but she didn't mind it a bit Terri had found out one thing about herself. She longed for the erotic stimulation of a Lesbian's tongue! Certainly, she thought, this would help her to remember herself, who she was, and what she did, and who her friends were.
Terri went off to sleep for a while. She was tired and needed the help that a nap would give her. There was no nightmare during her slumber, and she had no way of knowing that her true nightmare had only begun.
After the brief sleep, Terri opened her eyes and was about to say something, talk to herself, when she heard another voice speak first.
"Our ... lovely lovemaking hasn't helped at all, has it?" Doris sat in the most comfortable armchair in the bedroom. Her legs were drawn up beneath her, and she puffed nervously on a long, thin, filter cigarette.
"Don't put it that way, Doris," Terri said, walking into the bathroom and continuing to talk as she washed her face and made ready to shower. "It didn't provide an immediate or instant 'cure' for my amnesia, but I've certainly learned a lot about myself. And I'm ... glad you did help me out that much. Excuse me, while I jump in the shower a minute."
Doris yawned very sleepily and lay back in the comfortable chair. She thought about Lori and Laura and their hours of lovemaking, then the mad drive to get them out to Kennedy for sign-in time for their flight back to Frankfurt. None of the trio had time for a great deal of sleep, but it was certainly a sex-filled night and morning.
Lori and Laura, however, were only occasional "flings," Doris realized. Myrna, Sue Ann, so many of her Lesbian friends, as well as a few men friends, were only fleeting. She had no true attachment to them like she did Terri. She understood Terri and was never seriously jealous of her other lovers. And Terri understood her too.
"Ah, you look so fresh, darling!" Doris exclaimed when she saw Terri coming out of the bath-powder room, soothing down the front of her dress.
And Terri felt much fresher too. She no longer seemed so terrified by her amnesia, although it was still something that had to be worked on with full deliberation. But the puzzle of her identity had once again taken on somewhat of a fascination for Terri. She was in the middle of a real-life "detective story." She felt more confident that she would find out the truth about herself, if she could keep putting herself in situations that were in keeping with her true character.
"I can accept parts of my personality now," she told the woman, sitting on the arm of her chair. "I did a lot of thinking those few minutes in the bathroom. I want to accept every part of my real personality. I hope you understand what I mean. It's difficult to put in words."
A warm smile was on Doris' tips as she looked up to Terri and nodded her head, indicating that she did understand. Terri realized more than ever from the expression on the woman's face that Doris was almost in love with Terri Foster. Doris was cynical, sophisticatedly oversexed. But that was only the raw surface of the woman. It had been a blow to her that Terri had not remembered her after their lovemaking. And she felt rather sorry for the pretty, affectionate and sensual woman.
"Well," Terri went on. "It seems to me that we could sit here for half an hour, you could tell me everything you know about me-and I still wouldn't be sure of myself."
She laughed. "You must think I'm still crazy or I'm putting you on!"
Doris caught her arm and squeezed it protectively. "No, I don't think that, Terri. I'm really very worried about you. Shouldn't you see a doctor, maybe go to a hospital? After all," she pointed out. "Neither of us know why you're suffering from amnesia. If you knocked your head there might be brain damage."
"Oh, I'm sure I didn't have an accident," Terri insisted. "Perhaps it was some kind of shock, I don't know. But physically, I feel just fine! No, what I have to do is to find something or someone who can bring everything back to me in a blinding flash. If I can't fully accept what I'm told about myself, I might just as well be acting a part, walking through life in a dream."
Doris sighed. She patted Terri's arm then let her hand drop into her lap.
"How I wish I could have been the one to give you that insight! Perhaps I'm wrong, after all," she said seriously. "Maybe one of your boyfriends is better-equipped to help you. And yet I thought ... "
Her voice trailed away, but Terri felt her hopes quicken at Doris' reference to her "boyfriends."
"Perhaps you can still help me!" she said excitedly, "You mentioned before that you know me better than anyone else, Doris?" The woman nodded. "Then you can tell me who my boyfriends are, then, can't you?" Terri said triumphantly. "One of them is bound to . .."
Doris started to giggle. "What's the matter?" Terri demanded. "What's so funny?"
"You've got so many boyfriends," Doris laughed. "I'm sure I know you better than anyone else in New York, but even I couldn't keep track of your conquests, darting!"
The girl noted that the woman's voice had returned to its self-mocking, affected tone. Doris was taking shelter behind her facade of gay, worldly wise sophistication once more; trying to hide the hurt she was still feeling.
She rose to her feet and began to put on her coat. "I really don't think I can help you any more, darling," Doris said coolly. "You've got your diary, haven't you? Why not thumb through it and pay a few visits. I'm sure one of your many male friends can bring your memory back. I have a beauty shop appointment at noon. I'll be late if I don't hurry ... "
Terri was amazed at the sudden switch in Doris' personality. All the warmth, all the charm had evaporated completely. And even though Terri realized that the woman was merely trying to conceal her disappointment, she couldn't help feeling sorry by the sudden indifference and lack of concern for her.
"Will I see you again?" she asked tentatively as Doris picked up her handbag and pecked her cheek in a travesty of her earlier affection.
"You've got my telephone number in your little black book, darling! You know where to find me ... if you ever want to!"
And with that, Doris swept out of the apartment, pulling the front door shut behind her. Terri listened to the click of her high heels in the hall, then realized that she was alone with the mystery of her identity.
Before the hopelessness and misery could return, Terri pulled herself sharply together. She had a very important adventure to embark on, she told herself. And it was absolutely no use at all to simply sit here and brood. There were people to see, contacts to be renewed. She didn't even know what kind of work she did! Maybe an office somewhere was waiting irritably for her to arrive at this very moment.
But from Doris' description of her, Terri Foster wasn't the kind of girl who worked at a mundane, humdrum office job. Her vocation was something far more exciting.
Intrigued, Terri began to speculate on her possible means of support. Actress, model, even a call girl wasn't entirely beyond the realm of possibility, considering Doris' cynical remark about her "conquests."
The telephone rang, sharply cutting into her thoughts, and Terri hurried to pick up the call, certain by now that she was well on the path towards a complete realization of her identity.
For the moment, she decided not to reveal her amnesia to anyone else. Possibly, Doris would quickly spread the gossip to her friends but for the time being, Terri assumed, no one would know about her condition. On reflection, it seemed better this way. If she told everyone right away that she had only a dim idea of who she was, they might be tempted to take advantage of her ... as Doris had!
Therefore, Terri thought, if she pretended to be perfectly normal, they would undoubtedly reveal in the course of their conversation details about her life which she could then pick up and incorporate into her mental jigsaw puzzle.
"Hello?" she answered.
"What the hell are you doing at home?" a voice demanded. "For God's sake, Terri, we've waiting over an hour for you. It's really not good enough, darling! I know you had a heavy party last night, but ... "
"I'm sorry," Terri said demurely. "I'm afraid it went right out of my mind. Could you tell me where I'm supposed to meet you?"
The young man at the other end of the line drew his breath sharply. For a moment, Terri thought he was going to swear at her.
"Very well, darling. Have it your way," the man said with a touch of sarcasm and an impatient sigh. "The building on the next corner, Suite 107. Turn left out of the front door of your building. But don't play any more games, damn it! Carole and I have been waiting for over an hour. She can't sit around waiting for you forever, and neither can I."
"Yes ... yes, I'm sorry," Terri said, very uneasy about her ability to handle this situation that had taken her so by surprise. "I'll be there in just a few minutes. Uh ... your name ... it doesn't seem possible, but I can't quite recall...."
"Oh, you can't!" the man screamed, then settled down resignedly. "All right. I'll play the little game with you, Terri. But I wish you wouldn't pull this and be so damned late on the same day. This is Jack ... Jack Morgan, your old faithful fashion photographer. And I'll give you five minutes to get here!"
Terri heard him bang down the phone angrily, but she broke into an amused grin. She had no idea who he was, why he was calling, who Carole was, or what they were supposed to be meeting for. She was determined however to get there, wherever there was, in five minutes.