Chapter 9
Barbara slid her hands up the outsides of Patti's thighs, over the wide hips and onto the cheeks of the jutting ass. She moved her fingertips towards the folds of Patti's cunt in stroking fashion, tentative and richly curious at the same time.
Down below, Patti drew Barbara's legs up and apart. Barbara yielded without resistance, surrendering her cunt to Patti's horny urges freely and naturally. It made Patti hornier.
Again she traced along Barbara's slit with her finger-tip. She jiggled it against the stiffened knot of the other woman's clitoris and stroked down between the dewy lips.
Pressing in, Patti found the smaller entrance and twirled her finger through the opening. Contrinuing to run her finger in circles, she wound her way deeper into Barbara's tunnel. With a sighing moan, Barbara lifted her hips in a circular motion.
"You like a finger in there, don't you," Patti observed lasciviously. "So do I."
Barbara knew what that meant, and she was as ready as she would ever be. Extending the middle digit of her right hand, she slid the tip down the center gash of Patti's gaping cunt. Stroking up and down, she excited the inner lips enough for them to remain apart from each other and reveal what lay beyond.
Barbara touched Patti's inner slit and let her fingertip idle up and down on the thin wet line, her finger turning hot from its contact with the spongy flesh of Patti's twat.
The closer she got to touching the inside of Patti's twat the more Barbara wanted to do it. Virtually transfixed by what she was doing, and spurred on by the arousing touches of Patti's finger inside her, she pushed the tip of her finger through Patti's entrance.
She entered a hot, wet tightness that gripped her finger. She fed more of her digit into the padded chute, into the bubbly, oozing juices. She pulled out and stroked deeper, and elicited a groan of pleasure from Patti.
With a woman's finger up her pussy and one of her own buried inside the privates of that woman, Barbara was filled with the wickedest, funkiest feeling of excitement she could remember since the first time she had played with a cock. It was a primal thrill, striking to the core of her being. She shivered with enjoyment, wriggling happily under Patti.
For long moments the two females played with each other, sometimes working their fingers on the inside, sometimes rubbing and caressing over the outer portions with all their fingers. Sometimes Barbara followed Patti's examples and sometimes she struck off on her own, trying out her own ideas.
Presently, though, Barbara felt something new on her pussy. On her clitoral area, to be precise. Wet, hot, velvety, Patti's tongue came flicking into play.
It took their involvement to a deeper level, and it took Barbara a moment to get used to it. This was down to the nitty-gritty for her. There wasn't much more after this step. It was almost going too far. Almost. Anyway, she had no choice bud to see it through.
Patti leaned back on her thighs, easing her pussy toward Barbara's mouth. She moved her slippery folds across Barbara's lips, adding more and more pressure.
Patti fit her open mouth on Barbara's cunt and ran her tongue over the gaping folds with eagerness. Barbara took it as an example to follow, and opened her mouth against Patti's twat.
The meaty folds slipped into the oval of her lips. The hint of ripe, funky juices drew her tongue up and out of her mouth, into the fiery gash. Patti's cunt seemed to open for her, taking her probe into its boiling depths.
Not sure of what she was going to find, Barbara delicately explored and tasted the other woman's melting honey hole. She dared to suck on it once, then had to try it again and again.
Licking, stabbing, slurping, Patti wasn't holding back. She feasted on the ripe richness of Barbara's cooze like a woman possessed. She filled Barbara's tunnel with the twisting wash of her tongue and emptied it out time and time again.
Before long, Barbara had caught up with her, in enthusiasm if not in expertise. The two women inserted their tongues to fullest reach inside one another. Bending, twisting, twirling, they launched all-out assaults on each other, sucking hard to get whatever they missed.
It seemed to go on and on, one sweet carnal delight overlapping another. Their arousal built in gradual stages, so that they weren't really aware of it. It was a steady and slowly quickening flow of erotic pleasure.
Suddenly, Barbara felt a surge of intense energy. Her body spasmed and her breath seemed to have been snatched away from her. She trembled hotly and went bucking and thrashing out of control.
A fantastic climax cascaded through her. The pit of her pussy started clamping down hard, pulsing blasts of ecstasy into her rushing system. Her mouth lurched and gulped at Patti's juicy cooze, and she tasted the first wetness of Patti's orgasm.
Clamped to each other, bodies humping and spasming out of control, Patti and Barbara sailed through their climaxes. They hung on tight, drinking each other's simmering creams and chewing into baked, swollen pussy flesh as they quivered and quaked into aftermath.
Happiness tingling in every nook and cranny, they twisted as one and rolled over and over like they had started out doing, unabashedly licking at one another's pussy, sharing every last possible moment of their joy.
Finally, they broke apart and lay end to end on their backs next to each other, moaning a little, or groaning, smiles lingering on their lips. Neither spoke for a long while.
Barbara's expression grew increasingly sober as she lay there, as aftermath passed. She began to wonder just how low she had sunk, or how depraved she had been. It was shame trying to get back at her. And it was.
She rolled over onto her side, facing away from Patti, pulling her knees up. toward her chest. She had been wrong and Patti had been right. She did think it dirty, something to be ashamed of. How she had ever enjoyed it was a total mystery.
"Feel bad, huh?" Patti remarked.
Barbara didn't answer.
"You'll get over it," Patti assured. "Once you've got your hooks into Dwight. This little episode will fade from memory. Not completely, of course, but so you can live with it."
"I hope that doesn't disappoint you too much."
"Not too much."
"I don't know why you wanted to see me suffer in the first place. I offered a proposition. You didn't have to accept."
"Ah, but I did," she answered, then had to explain why.
"Because it was the only way I could get you into bed. You're a gorgeous woman, Barbara. Gorgeous. I have a weakness for such things. A terrible weakness."
"You should have warned me I was twisting your arm. I didn't realize."
"Sorry. But you have to admit, you got what you wanted."
"And a belly full of shame."
"I've sold Rachel down the river. How do you think I feel?"
"What happens to that bitch isn't something either of us should worry about."
"I made her a promise. That means something to me."
Something softened inside Barbara then. She rolled over and sat us, gazing down into Patti's lovely but surprisingly sober-looking face. "You're hurting too," she realized.
"It started as soon as you asked me to sell out Rachel. I knew I shouldn't, but was going to. I wanted you badly, but resented having to break my word to get you. I had to have you and hurt you at the same time, because you were having and hurting me."
Barbara shook her head in wonderment. "It was an awfully complicated transaction, wasn't it?" she remarked.
Patti's face broke into a smile. "Awfully."
"I hope things will be simpler with Dwight."
"I'm sure they will."
"I'm sorry I corrupted you," Barbara said then. "With your deal with Rachel I assumed you were already corrupt."
"I was. Just not that corrupt. But as far as I'm concerned we're even."
"Yes. In our own ways we've both reached new limits. Or should that be lows?"
"Lows," Patti answered. "Although I'm sorry you feel that way about enjoying a woman's company. What's so shameful about it?"
"I can't explain," Barbara said. "All I know is I did it, I loved it, and I never want to do it again."
"Bummer."
"Please don't be offended."
"I'm not. I'm disappointed. I turned you on and you turned me on and you'll never let it happen again."
"Well," Barbara joked, "you could always blackmail me."
"Thanks," Patti smiled. "I'll keep that in mind."
By the next day Barbara was back on track in her effort to seduce Dwight. She called to set up another date, and this time she picked the spot.
It was the restaurant of a major downtown hotel. Barbara was waiting for him at a corner table two days later, making a bet with herself that he would be right on time. She won.
She greeted him with delight, and he seemed almost as glad to see her. They sat down and ordered drinks, and from there on out the pressure was on for Barbara. Not too fast and not too slow, she cautioned herself.
They chatted, ordered lunch and began eating before Dwight decided he couldn't take it any longer. "I'm dying to know what's really on your mind," he confessed. "You've never done this before. You must have a good reason."
"I think it's a good reason. You might not."
"Out with it."
"You're what's on my mind," she confided.
"Me?"
"There's something I need to know about you."
"What?"
"Do you think an affair with me would be out of the question?"
He stared, dumbfounded.
"I'm not letting you get away without answering either," she told him good-humoredly.
"Barbara," he said, "you can't mean it."
"Mean it? I've taken a room for the day. Just in case you didn't have to think about it."
"Well I do," he insisted. "I mean, I don't. Not at all."
She smiled sympathetically. "Poor Dwight. I've thrown you for a loop, haven't I. Sorry. But I had to start somewhere."
"What made you think I'd ever accept this ... proposal?" he asked, getting his stride back.
"You've been married a few years, probably have seen most of the surprises, if not all of them. You're obviously in good working order, still vital, still fit for adventure. And then, of course, there's me."
"You?"
"Am I unattractive, Dwight?"
"Hell no."
"Am I unwilling?"
"Apparently not."
"Can I surprise you?"
"I'll say."
"Well then. What does all that add up to?"
He sat in silence a lo' moment, as if seeing the world cast in a new and interesting light. Then he caught himself. "A married man," he answered, "and his wife's best friend, who should both know better."
"Knowing better doesn't always help," she said to that. "Think about it, will you Dwight? About you and me, and the big beds they have in this joint?"
"I gotta hand it to you," he said, shaking his head. "You're sure different."
"How?"
"Assertive, frank, kind of bold, even."
"Is that so different?"
"It's a change from Rachel. She can be pretty passive."
"Rachel?"
He nodded. "Not that I've ever minded...." he said, his voice trailing off.
"Until now?" she finished for him.
He avoided her gaze. "Did I say that?"
"You will, if you give me half a chance, lover."
"Jumping the gun a little, aren't you?"
"Just wondered how it sounded. How does it sound? Lover?" A little teasing never hurt.
"Dangerous," Dwight answered.
"She'd never suspect me. Or you. We could make out like bandits."
"Robbing my wife."
"I'll leave you with enough energy to take care of her," Barbara promised. "In fact, with me, you won't have to do much at all."
"Oh?"
"I'd be more than happy to give a demonstration."
He smiled shyly. "You're outrageous," he said.
"I'm going to leave you to think it over," Barbara said then. She got up from her seat, then bent over to whisper her room number in his ear. Then, placing a warm hand on his shoulder, she smiled and walked away from the table.
Twenty minutes later he was knocking at her door.