Chapter 7
"I suppose we should." Susan spoke regretfully. She wasn't in the mood to go home to Gil. She was still a bit miffed with her husband. The martinis were just beginning to make her feel good, and it was friendly and interesting to sit in the storeroom and talk with Lucia. Besides that, there were funny litue feelings dancing in her stomach.
She stood up. Lucia was an inch taller. Susan couldn't explain her sense of pleasant expectancy. She had the feeling something was going to happen. She felt something should happen. Standing there, looking into Lucia's attractive face, her thoughts were confused. She thought of Gil's silly act, of his attempt to scare her out of taking the job by making a play for Lucia. It would really serve him right if ... If what?
If she said, "Lucia, I'm whistling?"
If she felt Lucia's arms go around her, entered a field of experience about which she knew absolutely nothing? What kind of a lover would Lucia be? How would a girl like that go about it? Oh, she had the picture, the one presented in books and magazines, but how would it actually be?
"Lucia?" she said thoughtfully.
"Yes?"
"I might, someday."
"Might what, Susan?"
"Whistle."
"Don't tease," Lucia said.
"Lucia!" Susan whispered. She puckered her lips. She felt as if she were on the brink of a daring adventure. Once before in her life she had felt that way, the night when she was seventeen, when she decided to let Gil make love to her all the way.
She felt a delighted trembling inside. Her breath was swift. Her heart hammered. She stood, lips puckered, on the brink. Lucia looked at her, smiled. Full lips parted, a pink tongue flicked out to moisten the round surface of Lucia's lower hp.
"Damn!" Susan muttered, her lips puckered again.
"What's wrong?" Lucia asked, moving closer.
"I can't get the damned things to work," Susan said, little chills chasing up and down her spine. T can't whistle."
"It's the intent that counts," Lucia said, touching her now, her hands on Susan's arms.
"Whistle, whistle, whistle!" Susan said, and then she couldn't talk any more because warm, feminine lips were closing on hers, a soft, warm tongue was flicking at the outer surface of her lips, edging inside, searching and finding sweetness in one continuous movement as their bodies flowed toward one another and touched. Two soft globes pressed into Susan's own breasts and she could feel, as the embrace went deeper, hips grinding against hers.
It was happening so quickly. She hadn't really wanted it, hadn't really believed it would happen. It seemed strange that things could change so swiftly. One moment they were just female friends, talking easily. The next, entirely different beings, their relationship changed drastically.
She knew, now, how female arms felt. They felt soft and protective, not muscular. They felt intimate, and they were closed tightly around her, and soft hands knew the exact, nice spots on her back and her rump. She was sure it would end. She wasn't really letting Lucia suck her tongue into a hot, sweet mouth. She wasn't really feeling the hard pelvic bulge grind into her own.
But she was helpless to stop it. She felt herself being pushed back, back, felt the edge of the bed against the back of her knees and let herself be lowered until she was on her back on the mattress, Lucia bending over her, not once having broken the wet, passionate kiss.
Then she was lying on her side with Lucia facing her. Their bodies stretched full length, their long flanks pressed tightly together, their breasts mashing each other's with corresponding softness. She could feel the warm radiation of nearness.
There was a small, smacking sound as Lucia broke the first, long kiss.
"Why?" Lucia whispered. "Curiosity?"
She could still be completely honest. They were that close. "At first, I think."
"And now?"
"Ummm!" Susan murmured as soft lips brushed hers. She put her hand behind Lucia's head and pulled the dear face to her, opening her mouth hungrily to savor the exotic taste of Lucia's lipstick, of her tongue, of her open mouth.
"It's more than curiosity now?" Lucia asked.
"More than that," she said.
"What do you want?" Lucia asked. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I want something," Susan said. "I don't know what to do."
"I can show you, darling."
"Do! Please do!"
Hands worked with her clothing. Blouse buttons opened, exposing a lacy bra. The blouse was pulled from the waist of her skirt, pushed up to expose her bare midriff. Warm lips, Lucia's lips smeared with lipstick, closed down on sensitive stomach skin, kissed and teased and soothed. A warm tongue flicked at her in loving abandon. Tender hands raised her shoulders as she cooperated eargerly, unfastened the bra and exposed her large, perfect breasts.
"Do you remember the day I touched you there?" Lucia asked, putting her hands, gentle and soft, on Susan's breasts. A quiver of excitement went through Susan as fingers moved expertly to toy with the rapidly stiffening tips.
"Ummm!" Susan murmured again, not trusting her voice.
"It was so good," Lucia whispered. "I had to fight myself to stop. Do you know that?"
"Tell me," Susan said, wanting to hear the soft voice. She was lost in the strange wonder of her urges.
"I felt it all the way up to my guts," Lucia said. "I wanted you so terribly, so very, very terribly. I didn't dare dream we'd be together like this, so soon."
A gasp of pleased surprise came when Lucia's lips first closed over one of her breasts. She arched her torso, heaving her breast up to push hungrily into Lucia's mouth.
"Good?" Lucia asked, pausing.
"God, yes!"
The thrills mounted. Her body was crying its need. She felt her hips begin to make their demanding, circling, searching motions. Lucia pushed her onto her back. She pressed upward, pushing herself against the front of Lucia's thigh, loving the contact as she humped her body to feel it.
"How do you do it, Lucia?" she breathed. She was fully ready, wanting to get on with it. She liked the breast-kisses, but she needed something more.
"There are several ways."
"Show me. Show me now!"
Lucia was unbelievably beautiful. Her body was lusher than Susan's, but not overly lush. It was full and ripe, and it glowed with health as it was exposed with hasty hands. Lucia jerked Susan's skirt and panties away and lowered herself, full length, atop her. Her body was soft and warm and voluptuous. Susan felt the beautiful pressure deep in quivering softness. She used her hips to savor it.
"This is one way," Lucia said. "Do you like it?"
"Lovely!" Susan said, opening her mouth wide for a wet, tongue-filled kiss, toying with Lucia's lips between her teeth, tasting her sweet feminine breath as she allowed her body to rev up into rhythmic motion. She fought and lunged and made hard movements to press Lucia closer against her.
"Play with my breasts," Susan said excitedly. Tender fingers toyed, teased, squeezed. "Harder!"
Sensation approached pain as fingers pinched tender areas. A low moan of pleasure came from Susan's lips.
"You're not close?" Lucia asked.
"Yes! Oh yes!" Her body strained upward. Lucia stopped her movement.
"Not yet!" Lucia said.
"Now!" Susan cried.
"No. Wait!"
Lucia pulled away. Where, in Susan's arms, i there had been warm woman, there was emptiness, and she opened her eyes in protest. She reached for Lucia, but the dark girl was already positioned, looking like a lovely love goddess with her breasts pendant, her hair hanging around her face. Susan stared, wide-eyed, expectant, as the face neared, touched. Searing wonder shot through her body with the hard push of contact. She cried out with the goodness of it.
As the skilled Sappho did things to her, she churned against the loveliness and went high, higher, until, with an explosion which, she felt, should have been audible, she peaked, climaxed. Thrills shot throughout her body with a climax that went on and on under the expert persuasions of Lucia's soft, now gentle, touch.
She was weak. She lay lax, her eyes closed, letting Lucia's lips move slowly up her body, feeling the weight of Lucia, turning her head to accept the kiss which had a strange, not unpleasant taste of love.
"How do you feel now?" Lucia asked. "Guilt? Shame?"
Susan opened her eyes. "Should there be?"
"There is with many the first time."
"It was so beautiful, Lucia. How could I feel guilty?"
"Good!"
They didn't speak for a long time. "I'm not sure I want to do it again, though," Susan said at last. "Why?"
"Because of what it did to me."
"What did it do to you?" Lucia asked, smiling down at her.
"It was so damned good," Susan said, clasping Lucia tighter. "It was so much better than anything that's happened to me in a long time. I might get to like it too much."
"Hey!" Lucia said with concern. "That sounds ominous. You haven't got problems you'd like to tell me about, have you?"
Susan shook her head.
"You said it hadn't happened to you like that in a long time. Isn't your man doing his homework?"
"Oh, sure," Susan said.
"But not lately?"
"Oh, look," Susan said. She felt guilty talking about Gil's sexual habits with another person. "Let's drop the subject."
"What's wrong, Susan. Has something gone awry with your marriage?"
"No. Not really." She smiled, wanting to brush off Lucia's guestions. "It's just that-oh hell. I guess the only way to say it is that the honeymoon is over."
"Is that all?" Lucia laughed. "If it's romancing you want, baby...."
"I don't think that's it, Lucia."
"I'm the most romantic girl-lover alive."
"I've been very selfish, I guess," Susan said.
"Don't think you were leading me on. If that's what's bothering you, forget it. If you say you don't want to play again, that's it."
"You do understand, don't you?"
"Hell no!"
"Well," Susan said, "if I did it again, I'd feel it was cheating on Gil, and I've never cheated on him."
"What about this?"
"No," Susan said. "It wasn't cheating because I didn't know what I was getting into. I didn't know how lovely it was going to be. I thought it was just some kind of gay-hey, how's that for a play on words?"
"Don't try to be funny," Lucia said, smiling fondly. "You've got a few years to go before you hear all the plays on that word that I've heard."
"I mean some sort of a fun experiment," Susan went on. "Just something between friends, you know?"
"Just us sweet little girls playing games?"
"I guess so."
Lucia smiled. "Sometimes little girls can surprise you."
"What I mean is, I didn't think it would be so complete," Susan said. "I thought it would be a nice little something, kind of like sneaking a couple of hard rubs with a soapy washcloth in the bathtub."
Lucia giggled. "You too?"
"I thought I'd go home maybe just a little bit twittered from playing games with you. I had no idea it was going to send me to the moon. If I did it again, knowing what you can do to me, I'd feel guilty, because the feelings I had with you are supposed to be Gil's and Gil's alone. Now do you understand?"
"I get the picture," Lucia said. "You're asking me very nicely not to get you twittered, as you say."
"Yes. Can you forgive me?"
"Well, I know what I'll be missing now," Lucia said. "It won't be easy to forget that you're quite a gal, my Susan. I thought I wanted you before, but right now what I felt before was just a twinge."
The pressure of Lucia's arms slowly increased. She rained soft kisses on Susan's neck.
Susan was touched. She was also curious. "But how was it nice for you? I mean, I didn't do anything for you."
"Darling, you'll never know," Lucia said. "That's one thing you never can know until you've been there, and I don't think you'll ever make the trip."
Susan didn't understand. "But did you go? I mean did you reach a climax?"
"Did I go? Whoo!" She raised her head to grimace at Susan suggestively.
"When?" Susan was still puzzled.
"When you went."
"With me? But how?"
"I suppose it's some kind of sympathetic reflex or something. I don't know how it works, I just know when it works it's really something."
Lips touched Susan's softly, gently, not demanding at all. It was a sweet little kiss, harmless. Susan pursed her lips and answered it.
The kiss changed, became more than a little touch. Susan turned her head away. "We've got to get home to Gil."
"Maybe he's working late," Lucia said, hopefully.
"I'd better call him."
She padded, still nude, to the extension telephone in the storeroom. There was no answer at the shop. She dialed her home number and got Gil. She told him that she and Lucia were detained at the store, putting up stock. She said they'd be along in a few minutes. When she returned, Lucia was pulling on her panties. She watched as Lucia's fine, full breasts were covered by her bra. Then the knit dress went on with a wiggle of beautifully full hips. Susan gathered up her clothing.
"I'm still curious," she said. "Now you want to ask questions."
"Yes, may I?"
"Shoot."
"Do you like other women to do to you what you did to me?"
"Now and then, but generally I prefer to be the aggressor."
"Do you-" Susan began. "Do you...."
"Do I have many lovers?" Lucia smiled sadly. "No. I'm not really promiscuous. I do things in spurts. I go for weeks and weeks without the slightest urge and then, suddenly, I'm turned on and I'm a tiger for several days."
"And I've turned you on," Susan said.
"Yes, darling, but don't fret. I'll be all right."
"You won't-"
"Find someone else? Maybe."
"I don't think I'd like that," Susan said, puzzled by her sudden possessiveness for Lucia.
"That's sweet," Lucia said sincerely. She pulled her dress into place, smoothed her skirt. "We'd better be getting home to your Gil."
"Oh, to hell with him!" Susan said sharply. "Any other night he'd stay at that son-of-a-bitch of a store until midnight."
"Now, now," Lucia said.
"Oh, I don't really mean it," Susan said.
"All right, sweetie, up, up and away." Lucia led the way to the mirror in the bath, where they repaired the damage to face and lipstick. They left the night-lights burning in the store and Lucia locked the door behind them and led the way to her car, parked in the alley behind the store.