Chapter 13
Pete had left the house before Gwen awakened in the morning. As she sat over her coffee, she remembered unhappily all the dreams she had had of married life. This was not what she had imagined, not at all.
She had planned to rise early every morning, give Pete a good breakfast, send him off to work with a kiss, work hard all day, and go to bed with him at night and fall asleep in his arms. That was what marriage had meant to her. That, plus babies, and a clean decent neighborhood, and good friends-
Her mouth twisted bitterly. How strangely perverted it all was, how her dreams had turned into nightmares, all because they had landed with the wrong crowd. Now Pete didn't sleep with her at all and he didn't want a baby.
She rubbed her face with cold shaking hands. She needed help, comfort, advice. But there was no one who understood except maybe Isobel.
She did understand, thought Gwen. She realized how Gwen felt. Sure, she was a lesbian, but Isobel realized what Gwen wanted, what struggles she was having, the danger of Karen.
Gwen made up her mind. She dressed rapidly, then went over to Isobel's house a few blocks away.
The small blonde girl opened the door. She beamed with delight when she saw Gwen.
"Come in, darling! What a pleasant surprise."
"I I hope it isn't too too early-" Gwen stammered.
"Of course not! I was just having coffee." She led the way to the kitchen, her small feet clattering in blue high-heeled mules. She wore a loose wrapper of a blue check fabric that made her look younger than ever. "This is lovely! I've been wishing for someone to drop in mornings like this. I'm so glad you moved here."
They sat down. Isobel poured coffee.
Gwen began abruptly, feeling embarrassed, yet driven to ask for advice. "That's just why I came, about being here in the neighborhood. Isobel, I'm afraid we made a bad mistake in moving here."
Isobel's blue eyes widened. "Why? You fit in so web." She pushed a plate of robs over toward Gwen.
"It it isn't the gang exactly-" Gwen stumbled over the lie. She didn't want to hurt Isobel's feelings. "It it's Karen. Pete is so involved with her he's very inconsiderate he he sleeps alone he he said he doesn't want a baby!"
"Oh, dear!" said Isobel, with comforting compassion. "He's head over heels, that's for sure. That Karen! She's a menace. I remember when Don was mad about her. I about went crazy! She used him all up, and he slept on the couch. And there was poor me, in bed alone, pining for Don. I about went out of my mind till he recovered."
Gwen sighed, rather relieved. "He he went through that? And recovered?"
"He sure did. He laughs about it now. I'm afraid we laugh together when we see a new man like Pete falling for Karen. I mean, she really is obvious, isn't she? The man-hunter on the prowl!" Isobel laughed out loud, her cute face crinkling.
Gwen tried to laugh also, but she didn't feel amused. Karen seemed too dangerous for laughter.
"There now, dear, I'm sorry," said Isobel, and patted her hand. "Drink your coffee and cheer up. Karen won't keep your husband for long, I promise you! He'll recover and see her for what she is, an easy mark, with not much to offer. After all, any man wants a bit more from a woman than some sex techniques."
"What more?" Gwen forced herself to ask, blushing.
"Oh, darling! A comfortable home, good meals, a wife in bed at night without the bother of finding motels. The easy life! That's what men really like. And with our parties, a man gets such a variety in girls that it will satisfy any instinct he has for roaming. See? That's how we manage to hold our men. Nobody is hurt. Everybody gets variety. We all have fun."
"But but none of you have children," Gwen finally said, troubled. "Isobel, I do want children, and Pete said-"
"Oh, so do I! Someday," said Isobel promptly. "But I'm young yet. I take pills regularly. Some day Don and I will settle down and have a couple kids, and do only a little discrete partying on the side. See? It all works out. You just have to plan for it."
Gwen was silent, digesting these new ideas. Was Isobel right? Was the easy moralizing right because it kept a man from straying too far? Were all her early teachings wrong, too strict, not allowing for the passions that gripped men and women?
"Poor Gwen." Isobel reached out and took her hand gently. "She's all mixed up and confused, isn't she? Does she need some loving to make her feel better?"
Gwen looked at the pretty blue eyes of her hostess and felt herself blushing before the wise keenness of the girl. She nodded.
"I I feel neglected," she confessed. "I I wanted Pete. But he he slept on the couch-"
"Come upstairs, darling. We'll have ourselves a good time. You're very sweet, you know it? I'm very fond of you." Isobel came over to Gwen and kissed her cheek. Her words and gestures were comforting to Gwen's bruised feelings. She let herself be led upstairs to the large master bedroom. It smelled of Isobel's sensuous perfume and her powder.
"Let me undress you. I love to," said Isobel. She came close to Gwen and began unfastening her clothes. Surely this was not terribly wrong, Gwen thought, as Isobel unbuttoned her dress. It's just playing, having a little fun because I'm lonely and blue. It isn't really wrong, she thought. It doesn't hurt anybody.
She stifled her conscience and abandoned herself to Isobel. The older girl lifted her dress from her and hung it on a chair. The slip came off next. Isobel stroked Gwen's silken shoulders.
"Oooh, you're so pretty," she cooed, and kissed the fold of flesh just above Gwen's armpit. A thrill began coursing through Gwen's body at the nibbling touch of Isobel's bps.
The brassiere was unfastened, and Gwen's pear-shaped breasts were free. They stood up proudly, the nipples already in peeks.
"Oooh, darling, you are just about ready, aren't you?" Isobel giggled. She teased Gwen with little kisses around the edge of each mound, then took a peak in her mouth and pulled firmly outward. Gwen's knees were weakening from the roused desire in her limbs.
Then the small hands pulled at the panties and yanked them down. Isobel knelt to pull them off, taking the barefoot sandals with them. She continued to kneel before Gwen for a moment, her face pressed to the soft brush of hair hiding the secrets of Gwen's femininity. Gwen's legs parted. She stood with feet apart to brace herself, and swayed dizzily as a warm wet tongue licked cleverly at her in deep kisses.
"Now me," said Isobel, standing up. She held her arms out like a doU. "Undress me like that."
Gwen obeyed, her hands shaking with desire. She took off the loose wrapper, to find a warm silken nude body underneath. Eagerly her hands caressed the pink and white flesh. Isobel lay down on the bed, and drew Gwen down on top of her. The two girls kissed, lips meeting, tongues lashing at each other, in wet serpentine movements which drove their passions higher. Body writhed against body, breasts pressing, thighs twisting, legs twining, closer and closer.
"Over and around-" Isobel commanded, breaking free.
"Oh I don't know I don't want-" Gwen began to protest.
To her shocked surprise, Isobel gave her a sharp spank across the buttocks. "Quickly, dear, or I'll spank again!"
"W-what-" Gwen gasped. She sat up, her desires ebbing at this unexpected treatment. She gazed at Isobel's flushed face and sparkling eyes.
"Around, I said!" Isobel's small hand smacked sharply. The crack was loud in the room. Gwen's thigh stung. Isobel laughed. "Did I surprise you? I find it adds spice to love-making. You can spank me later if you want."
Gwen swallowed. This was a new angle, and she didn't like it. She had come for comfort and love. Isobel struck her again across the buttocks.
"Around me, your head this way," she commanded, and pulled Gwen around so they lay in the classic lesbian posture. Gwen felt greedy lips biting at her stinging thighs.
She protested. "I don't want not this way Isobel, don't!" She was struggling in Isobel's firm grasp.
"What a pretty picture!" said a masculine voice. "Mind if I join you?"
Horrified, Gwen lifted her head to see Don Hoover's amused blue eyes. He was standing beside the large bed gazing down at his wife and Gwen. He reached out and patted the nearest thigh. It happened to be Gwen's.
"Two lovely girls in my bed. What could be nicer? I had a strong feeling I should come home this morning," said the man.
"But I we I don't-" Gwen squeaked, her throat closing at the unnerving experience. She was numb with shock at being discovered-
Don began to shed his clothes. Isobel was still kissing Gwen, and Gwen felt an unwilling response to the licking, biting caresses on her thighs. Gwen began to struggle again, trying to get out of the unexpectedly strong grip of the smaller girl.
"She's getting away, Don! Come and help," said Isobel, getting a better grip on Gwen's legs. "She's sweet when she gets hot, but sometimes she's hard to manage."
"I'll be right there," said Don, laughing down at the two squirming bodies. He had stripped himself to his shorts. He pulled these off, revealing himself in masculine readiness for the attack.
Gwen froze with horror as she realized what this couple meant to do. They meant to hold her, and force her to submit to both of them at the same time! This was not love, this was sex-violence! Her spirit was in rebellion, and she fought more fiercely.
Isobel laughed and panted. "Whoa, Gwen, honey! Take it easy! We'll satisfy you don't be so greedy!"
Her mocking words rang in Gwen's ears. Isobel knew Gwen was trying to get away!
Don climbed on the bed and grabbed Gwen's shoulders. He pulled her into another position, and he and Isobel drew her sideways. Finally Gwen was lying with her head pinned between Isobel's legs, face down. Her limbs and body were stretched across the bed under Don's body. Isobel was sitting, holding Gwen's head down forcefully to herself.
"Now, Don. Now!" said Isobel. Her voice was strangely high-pitched. "Work on her. She'll work on me. Oh, I love this. I love this!"
"Here we go. Hold on!" Don's voice was high and excited also. Gwen felt him at her back and thighs.
He forced her legs apart. She felt his masculine instrument at the wet entrance to her femininity.
"No no-" she-moaned, indistinctly. Her open bps were reluctantly in contact with Isobel's limbs. She tried to turn her head to avoid the touch. Isobel's hands forced her head back in place.
"Go on, darling, love me," cooed Isobel's voice in Gwen's ears. "Love me good! You'll get your reward from Don!"
Gwen couldn't answer. A mighty force had wrenched her thighs. A hard driving piston had beaten its way inside her. She moaned, stiffening. She tried to fight, but she was held motionless by the experienced couple. Don drove with a long, slow, single motion right up to the top. She felt him deep inside her, touching her quivering womb.
Now his hands reached up. He grabbed her breasts as though they were handles, and squeezed her, like a cow, she thought bitterly. like milking a cow. No thought for her as a woman, no care for her feelings and emotions.
They were using her as the instrument of their pleasure, as callously, as brutally as though they cared nothing for her.
She gave in and lay quietly. It hurt less that way. She let them use her, while she thought about the truth. These two really did care nothing for her; not Gwen, not a girl who was frightened and confused in a strange situation. All they really cared about was their own pleasure, a new thrill, a new sensation. The advice they gave, the things they did to her, were all designed to further their own satisfactions.
She couldn't trust them any more than she could trust Karen or Larry. There was no help for her here.
"Now she's warming up," said Isobel's cooing voice. The hold on her head lessened. "Kiss me, sweet. Kiss me good. You know what to do."
Gwen lay motionless.
"Gwen!" Isobel's voice warned. A light grip on her hair tightened. Isobel pulled Gwen's hair in a sharp yank that brought tears to Gwen's eyes. "Kiss me!"
Gwen began to kiss, automatically.
"That's right, that's good. She's sweet, isn't she, Don?"
"She's a voluptuous doll. Look at these hips, honey," said Don. "Nice and wide and round. Holds me tight, she does."
The conversation became even more intimate and disgusting. Gwen finally realized that Isobel and Don were giving themselves a thrill with their dirty talk. They were so experienced and so blase, they needed added incentives to get their kicks.
She was tossed back and forth between them as their excitement grew. Don worked at her back, thrusting high each time, until Gwen felt a reluctant response to his skilled movements. She ducked her head down. Her back arched involuntarily.
"Here she goes," Don commented. "High up baby! Here she goes! Now how do you like this!" He moved very rapidly, and sent Gwen off into a moaning ecstasy of pure sensation. In her writhing thoughtless reaction, she kissed and bit at Isobel until the other girl began to scream and kick and writhe also. Soon the three of them were rolling on the bed, holding each other, ecstasy blazing up in each. Don held Gwen's hips as he finished in her, and she felt him twisting in the final joys of the act.
She lay limp as the spasms died in her. Don groaned, and robed off onto his back. His blonde face was dazed and vacant, like a dummy's, his eyes closed. Gwen found herself full length between Don and Isobel. As soon as she had gathered strength, she sat up, blinking. She wanted to leave these people, this horrible perfumed bedroom that had been the scene of such an orgy.
Soft arms grabbed her waist. "Don't leave yet, sweetie," said Isobel's sweet voice. "We've only begun this party. We have all day, don't we, Don?"
"Let me go," muttered Gwen. "I have to go I must-"
"Not yet." Isobel brushed a kiss across Gwen's shoulder. "We'll give you the time of your life. You haven't lived till you've been with us right, Don?"
"Right, honey," Don agreed. He stirred and sat up lazily. Gwen gazed at him apprehensively. She could see the limp instrument rising up and growing in size and power.
"Oh please, no!" she said. "Please let me go-"
"She really loves it," said Isobel to Don. "She just has a conscience!" Isobel laughed, as though that was the funniest idea in the world.
"Well help her get rid of it." Don grinned, and put his hand on Gwen's breast. He squeezed, and the full swollen breast responded by the stiffening of a nipple. He bent and took the nipple in his mouth. He pulled, and Gwen was drawn down to his body. Isobel was at her back, caressing her. Gwen was helpless between the two skilled performers.
She gave in, and let them do what they pleased with her throughout the long, hot July day. The sun came in, and beat at their naked sprawling bodies. But the heat of their passions seemed hotter than the sun.