Chapter 5
Charlotte's ripe body pressed against Carol's leanness, exploding with the pent-up emotion that held her since their eyes met that afternoon. She felt a strange tightening in her chest and went limp with submission as Carol's lips met hers. Charlotte invaded with a fiery lash, her tongue probing Carol's moist mouth.
"Hold it," Carol breathed, pulling her mouth away. "Man, you don't waste any time, do you?"
"I can't help myself. Ever since I first saw you I've wanted so desperately to kiss you."
Carol reached over to the table and brought the brandy snifter to her lips. "Mmra, this is so good."
"Do you resent-"
"No," Carol said, answering the question before it was asked. "It's just a thing about you. ... You come on strong." She swirled the amber liquid around in the snifter.
"I'm sorry."
"There you go again. I didn't say I don't like it."
Charlotte took her drink. "Don't let me fool you. I'm-well, I'm-anxious. I'm coming across like a bull in heat. I don't mean to. It's just that-well, I'm not experienced."
Carol tilted her head.
"I mean to say I'm not-"
"Gay?"
"Yes."
Carol looked surprised.
"I'm full of apologies, aren't I. Well, you leveled with me, the least I can do is the same. Last night, while at the club, I met this girl-a lesbian hustler. At least, I suppose she was. Anyway I went with her and-well-it was my first time."
"You've never had a-"
"Woman?" Charlotte asked. "No. What's more, I really didn't expect to ever again, until, that is, I went back to the club and saw you. But I forced myself to leave. Then when I saw you in back of the perfume counter-well, you know the rest."
"You mean you just came out?"
"I suppose that's a perfect description of one Charlotte Watts."
They both laughed.
"I was married for ten years," Charlotte explained, offering Carol a cigarette. "My husband died two years ago. From that time until now-"
"You're kidding," Carol cut in. She accepted a light from Charlotte.
"No. It's true." Charlotte inhaled then blew out a thin gray line of smoke. "I run a tobacco plantation. I've had to learn a lot in two years. I've done nothing but work."
Carol's eyes sparkled. "A plantation?"
"Yes." Charlotte reached over and poured herself another dollop of brandy.
"Where?"
"In Watts Town."
"Watts? Isn't that your name?"
"My married name, yes."
"You mean you own the whole town?"
"I'm afraid so," Charlotte smiled.
Carol stared at the woman. Was she putting her on?
"Do you live alone on this-this plantation?"
"More or less!" Charlotte answered. "Oh, there are the servants and the cook and the cleaning women and the foreman and farmhands. But outside of that, I'm alone. So, you see, if I come across like an anxious country bumpkin there is a reason." She threw back her head and laughed. "I guess I am a country bumpkin."
Servants? A cook? Farmhands? Carol smiled. No, she wasn't lying. She looked like class. Carol had thought so the minute she had met the woman.
Charlotte got up. She went to the radio and turned it on to a station that was playing soft music.
"I think we're talking too much," she said. She walked back to the sofa and sat down next to Carol. Her hand slid down the girl's soft, firm back.
Carol drew her feet up under her buttocks. "You know something?" she whispered.
Charlotte's fingers trembled over the flamboyant buttocks, kneading the muscled flesh through the girl's thin, tight-fitting maxi-slacks.
"What?" she asked. "I like you."
Charlotte's fingers caressed the sensitized muscles. "And I like you." Charlotte's mouth went to Carol's inviting lips. "I like you very much."
All Carol could think about was Charlotte telling her about the plantation. She'd never known a rich person, and here, out of the clear blue, she was being kissed by one ... and a woman ... a lonely, eager woman.
Their lips sealed together. Charlotte was surprised at the urgency behind the girl's lips. She embraced her tighter. They swayed in each other's arms. Firmly, Charlotte bore Carol against the soft pillows of the sofa, pressing against the luscious curves, feeling the full-bodied vibration that flooded her with a throbbing in her thighs.
"Oh," sighed Charlotte. "You feel so good, so like I knew you would."
Charlotte's hammering body beat against the girl's thighs with an uncontrolled urgency. The colorful blouse parted easily before her hands, releasing Carol's bobbing breasts. With a gradual process of discovery and a tenderness on Carol's part, Charlotte sighed in an agony of pleasure. Passion surged through her as inexperienced hands, guided by a special instinct all their own, reached out to embrace the ravishing white breasts in their lush, quivering fullness. This was the first time she touched another woman's breasts. They felt firm and soft and gave off a burning sensation in the palm of her hand. Carol's slacks gave way before Charlotte's insistent, anxious onslaught.
It was only a matter of moments until Charlotte, too, was naked. Then limbs whipped against thighs as Charlotte's lips traveled over young, sweet flesh, awakening a passion in Carol that she had never dreamed possible.
"Kiss me," Carol urged, her hands exploring the woman's body.
Their pulsating flesh clashed into one another until in a trillando of passionate moans, Charlotte brought her face down and grasped the girl's ankles. Her breasts jutting out, Charlotte pressed her mouth against the soft forest she found below. Carol moaned and opened her thighs, her small, ravishing buttocks rotating in little circles.
Charlotte caught the odor of their perspiring, perfumed bodies. Her heart beat faster, her mouth twisted in passion as she brought her head up and lay her face against the girl's flat stomach. "With you it's so easy. I know exactly what to do even though I've never done this before," she whispered.
Carol reached for the woman and drew her up. "You're wonderful," she said against Charlotte's lips. "Wonderful."
Bodies shifted as Carol got to her knees. "I want to do it now," she muttered. She slid down, her tongue traveling over Charlotte's bouncing breasts, down past her ribs, around her slim hips, down ... down to the anxious, throbbing thighs. She parted Charlotte's legs. She brought her mouth to Charlotte's feet and kissed the toes and slowly nibbled her way upward.
"Oh, Carol, Carol," Charlotte's husky whisper filled the room. "It feels so good. Oh, it feels so damn good." It wasn't strange loving another woman now. Now, thought Charlotte, it was easy, marvelously, wonderfully easy.
Carol reached up, her fingers feeling the hard core of Charlotte's nipples, and Charlotte whimpered with excitement. She clamped her legs tightly around Carol's neck and shivered with desire. Opening her thighs even more she squeezed Carol tov her and thrust up her loins.
A sob burst from her throat. "More," she cried. "More ... more."
Carol's hands reached under Charlotte's buttocks and she dug her face deeper into the woman. The more Carol drove, the more Charlotte groaned her pleasure, churning her thighs, twisting her buttocks, lifting her hips from the pillows to meet the girl's quivering mouth below.
Carol tapped Charlotte's leg and the woman released her hold. Then Carol arranged her body so that she was lying across Charlotte, her breasts against Charlotte's stomach, her legs spread wide near the woman's face. Charlotte raised her head and brought her mouth to the girl as Carol's tongue worked feverishly on Charlotte.
The two women clung together, pressing into each other, their anxious tongues working, determined to whirl the tingling sensations of flesh against flesh into climactic satisfaction.
The spine-searing, wildly abandoned moment came. Their passionate loving moans rose and fell in a cascade of erotic sound. Then, overcome by a violently satisfying sensation, they fell back in peaceful surrender.