Chapter 4
Stephanie more or less followed a routine. When she got home from work she took off her clothes and relaxed in a hot tub. A cocktail followed and then she kept whatever engagements she had.
There were several men in town that were after her and she was able to use them as a means to get a free dinner and a movie.
Her story was that she was recently divorced, which was not true and that she was not ready for a relationship, which was partially true.
No one had ever questioned her, she had never done anything in town that would cause people to gossip about her and she had every intention of keeping things that way.
She lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. The cottage was owned by an elderly couple who lived out of state. It was a good size and there was a backyard which Stephanie kept up. The grass was mowed regularly by one of the neighbourhood kids, but the thing that Stephanie liked most about it was that it was somewhat isolated.
She had neighbours of course but they were not breathing down her neck and there was enough greenery so that you couldn't see into the house from the road.
Wearing nothing but a housecoat, she padded barefoot around her living room waiting for Blanche, taking a sip every now and then out of a gin and collins.
Then she heard Blanche's car turn into her driveway and as always Blanche parked in the rear of the house even though there was plenty of room in the semi-attached garage.
Entering through the screened back door she immediately found herself in the kitchen and made herself a stiff vodka and tonic while Stephanie watched and waited, knowing that Blanche had something on her mind. They finally went into the living room. They sat down on facing chairs.
"You know Harold Schlumberg?" asked Blanche.
"Sure, he's your boss."
"I was late this morning."
"So?"
So Schlumberg threatened to fire me on the spot.
"Did you get out of it?"
Blanche took a long pull out of her drink.
"Oh, I got out of it all right." I gave him a blow job."
"Hmmmm."
"And he came, too."
"Well, you don't look any the worse for wear."
"I'm not. It's just that I don't like the idea of blowing that scum bag."
"So don't be late. Besides, it's not the first cock you've ever sucked."
"No, it wasn't and frankly, it probably won't be the last, but he isn't very high on my list of men I'd like to do that to."
Stephanie shrugged her shoulders. "It happens. I wouldn't worry about it too much if I were you. Besides, there might be a lot of good to come out of it.
"Like what?"
"Like make you appreciate me more for instance."
"You think I don't appreciate you now?"
"I didn't say that. I just like to be told every now and then."
"I thought I did," said Blanche.
Stephanie felt something stir inside of her. Maybe it was the fact that she felt Blanche was very vulnerable at that moment. Maybe it was because she was the type of person who didn't hesitate to take advantage of someone if it suited her needs.
"I think you need a little reinforcing," said Stephanie as she finished her drink and stood up.
Blanche watched her, now knowing what was coming.
"Such as?"
"Such as finish your drink and lie down on the floor," said Stephanie.
"Lie down?"
"You seem to be in a sucking mood today. Now do as you're told."
Blanche gulped down the rest of her drink, put it on a coffee table and lay down on the floor. There was a thick rug and it was quite comfortable. Then Stephanie squatted over her and pulled up her house dress, revealing her hairy cunt mound. She reached around behind her so she could give Blanche's breasts a little shaking that excited her.
"Now suck."
Blanche took her fingers and spread the folds of Stephanie's pussy apart, revealing her pinkish, inner flesh. Stephanie waited in anxious anticipation as Blanche kissed her inner thighs before she ran the tip of her tongue up and down the length of her slit.
Then she pressed her mouth against hers and stuck her tongue up into her hole as far as it would go and kept it there, poking and probing it around.
Stephanie pressed herself down, crunching her cunt hard against Blanche's face, making her open her mouth so she could take as much pussy as she could.
Rubbing her own breasts Stephanie began to get more and more excited. Blanche really knew how to suck whether it was a cock or a cunt and she liked it too and added a lot of little things that made it both interesting and exciting like nibbling as much as she could on Stephanie's fleshy cunt folds.
"Oh, oh," moaned Stephanie.
Blanche began to get excited herself and her tongue became more active in Stephanie's cunt. Stephanie raced towards an orgasm, enjoying the thrilling way she was able to dominate Blanche so easily.
"Don't stop," she gasped.
Then she came, cream flooding her cunt canal and rolling down into Blanche's eager, sucking mouth. she swallowed and sucked for more.
Stephanie didn't have the greatest orgasm in the world, but it was better than nothing and she looked at it as sort of an unexpected bonus.
Besides, it was a nice way to start off the evening. She spasmed once more and then she was finished. Cream was splattered all over Blanche's lips and cheeks and her breasts heaved up and down on her chest, her mouth full of the taste of her friend's juice.
Stephanie stood up and went into the kitchen with their empty glasses, making fresher but smaller drinks and by the time she got back into the living room Blanche was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.
"I haven't done that for a long time," she said as she accepted the drink.
"What's that?"
"Suck on a cock and a pussy on the same day."
"You ought to try it more often. You might like it," suggested Stephanie.
"Don't give me any ideas."
"Have you anybody in mind? for the cock part of it?" asked Stephanie.
"You know as well as I do that there's more than enough cock in this town to go around."
"I've noticed."
"Ever been tempted?" asked Blanche knowing that Stephanie really didn't care for men sexually. She wanted to tease her, see if she could get a rise out of her.
"Oh, once upon a time I was."
"And did you?"
"Indulge myself?"
"I indulged him and if you don't mind I'd like to change the subject."
Blanche knew she had struck a sore spot, a very sensitive area of Stephanie's past but she was not the kind of person to exploit it.
Basically innocent in the respect and with regards to how anyone can be basically innocent, Blanche took what life gave her.
She was not a complainer and she did not have the intelligence or the desire to seek answers for which she had no questions. So she changed the subject.
"I'm happy with you and I think it would be a fun thing if we could get someone else to play with us," she said.
"Have you anyone in mind?" asked Stephanie as she went into her bedroom. Blanche followed her.
"Not really, but I could keep an ear and eye open, see what's out there.
Stephanie was in the process of getting dressed. She briefly immured herself in a large, walk-in closet from which she extracted a beige linen suit.
Going to her bureau she fished out suitable pantyhose and a matching blouse. There was a dressing table and after Stephanie had put on her skirt and blouse she proceeded to makeup her face using subtle shades and hues, brushing her hair which she took special pride in.
"I would have thought you already had that checked out," she said.
Blanche sat on the edge of the bed and watched, almost fascinated in a child-like way as Stephanie finished getting dressed.
"I did, but naturally I never acted on it."
"Smart move," said Stephanie as she slipped her feet into a pair of brown pumps.
"Going somewhere?"
"Yes, I'm taking you out to dinner."
"Any place special?"
"I'll think of something on the way. Let's go."
They had several choices. There were enough places in town where they could go and they could always find something within a twenty minute driving radius.
As a precautionary rule Stephanie did not like to patronize the same places with any degree of regularity. She often ate alone which she didn't particularly like only because it automatically drew the unwanted attention of single men who were on the make.
The other complication was that Blanche was the only person she was seeing so it really didn't do to constantly be seen in the company of a woman.
Not that it was all that uncommon. It wasn't. There were a lot of divorced people in town, but it was nevertheless one of those towns where if certain people got hold of a juicy item (or even if an item was perceived as juicy) it would spread like wildfire.
Stephanie liked it there. Basically the people were nice, she liked the countryside to which she had easy access and she made enough money so that she was able to live in relative comfort and still be able to pursue the kind of life she wanted.
She had a measure of peace and it was difficult if not impossible to put a price tag on that. As a result she did everything she could in order to protect that and no one would have argued with her.
They took Stephanie's car and every time Blanche rode in it she made a mental note to go down to the local dealer and make inquiries.
She forgot about it just as quickly and as they drove down the state highway, headlights stabbing into the darkness, Blanche began to remember.
She didn't know why she began to remember, not that it was important because it wasn't, but she remembered nevertheless.
She also wondered (briefly and without knowing why or really caring) why she was remembering, but remember she did and it wasn't all that nice.
Blanche didn't know it but it had been something that Stephanie had said. It was a phrase, a series of words that had triggered off a subconscious reaction that, as she looked dully at the black road and the trees that were illuminated by the headlights, suddenly, unexpectedly forced itself into her consciousness.
It was a narrow, twisting two lane road and Stephanie handled her little front wheel drive car well, exceeding the local speed limit by perhaps five miles and hour, driving with both hands on the wheel, instilling a confidence in Blanche that allowed her recollection of things past to float lazily to the surface.
Stephanie said nothing, concentrating on her driving, checking the illuminated green numbers on the dashboard every now and then, heading towards an Italian restaurant that was about twenty miles away.
She sensed that Blanche was in a reflective mood and left it at that. Blanche could be anyway she wanted to as long as she came across with the sexual goods when she had to.
Stephanie was not interested in her moods or her past history. it had nothing to do with her and she took no vicarious pleasure in details of her lover's past life.
Insofar as Blanche was concerned, it was an entirely different matter of course and she remembered in detail and although they were unpleasant, they were not painful.