Chapter 7
Jo-Jo parked her car beside Edith's in the driveway of the neatly landscaped, modest split-level and sat for a moment, gathering her courage. She was wearing a black silk miniskirt, a white silk blouse and high heel sandals. She didn't know why she had dressed sexily to visit a woman nearly old enough to be her mother. Habit, she guessed. She had warned Edith that she didn't do girls, and that was that.
She got out of the car and hurried to the door, remembered she had left the flowers in the car and retraced her steps quickly, hoping Edith wasn't watching her erratic movements through the window. Not knowing what kind of flowers Edith liked, she bought three different bunches of mixed blossoms and had the florist put them together into one big bouquet.
Edith was wearing silver lame lounging pajamas and high heel mules and skillfully applied make-up and a big smile. She had let her hair down, and it hung down to her waist, shiny and clean and obviously brushed a hundred times. The streaks of gray were gone, and Jo-Jo saw that the true color was dark brown.
"You're gorgeous," Jo-Jo blurted, startled by the drastic change in Edith's appearance. "When I saw you at the office, I thought you were an old hag."
Edith took the flowers with her left hand and Jo-Jo's hand with her right hand. "Ah, the candor of youth," she chuckled. "I look that way deliberately, honey, to keep the self-styled studs at arm's length." She held Jo-Jo's hand and took her into the living room and seated her on the couch. "Thank you for the flowers, they're lovely."
"I didn't know what kind you like," Jo-Jo said.
"All kinds," Edith said. "Nice place," Jo-Jo said. "I like the way it's decorated."
"Thank you. Interior decorating is a hobby. I've done several of my friends' houses and they seem well pleased with my work."
"A girl of many talents," Jo-Jo said. "You're very good, good enough to do it professionally." She caught Edith looking at her breasts, and knew her nipples were plainly visible. "Are you wearing contacts?" She had to say something to distract Edith. She could actually feel the woman's eyes on her tits.
"No, the glasses I wear at work are plain glass, just part of my masquerade. Would you like a glass of wine--? Rob gives me a case of red and a case of white every Christmas, and he's got superb taste."
"I'll have a glass of white, please," Jo-Jo said. Edith's pajamas shimmered when she moved, and the way her tits jiggled, Jo-Jo knew she wasn't wearing a bra. She was built a lot better than Jo-Jo expected. Not that she cared, she didn't do girls. "Why am I here, really? You want more than to give me dinner and talk about Rob, don't you?"
Edith gave Jo-Jo a glass of wine and sat across from her in a large brocade chair. "We'll talk about that after dinner. Let me tell you a little about Rob. Five years ago, when he first came to the company, he picked me out of the secretarial pool. I had been working there twelve years, and had made up my mind that I would stay right where I was. Oh, a couple of times, when young men came in, I was assigned to work for them, but when they moved up, they left me behind and I went back to the pool. I'm forty-five, and maybe I remind young men of their mother and they are afraid I'll spank them if they don't do their job. Rob was different. He said he wanted a secretary who knew what she was doing, not a pretty decoration for his desk, so he took me with him every time he got promoted."
"Has he ever seen you like this? Does he know what a pretty decoration you'd make for his desk?"
"He's seen me socially lots of times," Edith said. "He and Andrea take me to dinner at least twice a month. How do you like the wine?"
"It's excellent," Jo-Jo said, "the best I've ever had."
"I told you, he has excellent taste."
"You've got a crush on him, don't you?"
"Crushes are for young people, honey," Edith replied, "like you. Did you know that a goat has the highest normal temperature of any mammal?"
"No," Jo-Jo laughed, "and I'm not sure what that has to do with anything."
"I'm like a goat, honey, I stay hot all the time. Rob could have me, any time, any place, but he doesn't fuck where he works." Edith chuckled and gave Jo-Jo a big wink. "I'd better amend that, he fucked you this morning, but he doesn't fuck the people he works with. It's a good policy, and I agree with it, no matter how badly I want him."
"So, that's why you dress the way you do, to mask your own horny nature?"
"Rob said that you're very perceptive," Edith said with a coy smile.
"Then you're not a lesbian?"
"No, I'm not, honey," Edith laughed. "I like cock as much as you do."
"I thought you .were, and that's why you wanted me to come here tonight."
"This morning, you said that you don't do girls, but you still came even though you thought I was a lesbian."
Jo-Jo shrugged and sipped her wine.
"I heard the timer," Edith said. "Let's have dinner."
Jo-Jo didn't hear the timer, and her hearing was pretty acute. Edith took her hand, and she didn't flinch when Edith kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Maybe I should have said that I've never done it with a girl," Jo-Jo said.
Edith seated Jo-Jo at the dining table and she sat quietly, sipping the delicious wine as Edith brought the food from the kitchen. She realized abruptly, with startling clarity, that she was going to let Edith lick her pussy. The only unanswered questions were when and how she would react. If Edith asked, would she lick her pussy? That was a rhetorical question. Edith wouldn't have to ask. She emptied her glass and refilled it from the fresh bottle Edith had put on the table a moment earlier. Nothing like wine to calm her nerves and fortify her courage.
They ate boneless chicken breast in a delicious cream sauce, wild rice pilaf, tender artichoke hearts, fresh baked rolls and, of course, lots of excellent wine.
"This is fabulous, Edith," Jo-Jo said. "How did you get it put together between the time you got home from work and now?"
"I cheat," Edith chuckled. "I cook on the weekends and freeze everything, then pop it in the microwave, and presto, it's ready to eat. I prepared the artichokes while the rest of it was heating."
"You'd make somebody a good wife."
"No, I wouldn't," Edith said, "I've got a wandering heart. I like variety and most men don't understand."
"I'm not a very good cook. The frozen stuff I pop in the microwave comes from a factory and can't hold a candle to this."
"I'm sure you have other attributes," Edith said. "Have you ever been married?"
Jo-Jo said that she had, and told Edith about her late husband.
"Do you miss him?"
"No," Jo-Jo said. "He didn't play much of a part in my life when he was alive, so there wasn't much to miss. That sounds callous, but it's true."
"What are you going to do about Rob?"
"If you mean am I going to make trouble for him, the answer is no. I think too much of him, and Andrea is my best friend. And before you say it, she not only knows, it was her idea." Jo-Jo related how her visit to Rob's office came about. "I don't know what she has in mind, but I suspect it will involve me and be just as outlandish."
"Rob said she's pretty outlandish at times, so you're probably right."
"Obviously, Rob talks to you about his private life. Did he say anything about me?"
"Yes, but I won't tell you what and spoil his plans."
"He's going to do something Friday night, isn't he? Something unusual, I mean," Jo-Jo added.
"Depends on what you mean by unusual," Edith laughed. "All I'll say is, be prepared to have a good time. I would love to be in your shoes."
"Or out of them," Jo-Jo laughed.
"No, I'm sure he'll tell you to keep them on."
"By the way," Jo-Jo said, "I like your outfit. If Rob saw you right now, he would forget his policy of not playing with the people he works with."
"That's why I've never let him see me dressed this way, honey. A smart secretary never leads her boss into temptation, not if she-likes him. I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher, then we can have coffee and brandy in the living room."
"I'll help," Jo-Jo volunteered. "I like being with you. You have a nice aura."
Edith loaded a tray with coffee and brandy and carried it to the living room. They sat on the couch, close enough for their thighs to touch. Women know when they accept a date whether they will fuck a guy. He can jump through his ass and not change her mind if she decides to keep her knees together.
Jo-Jo knew she was going to let Edith have her way, and knew that Edith knew it. She sat up very straight as she sipped her cognac and coffee, showing her tits off for Edith's benefit, just as she would have done with a man she knew she was going to fuck. The behavior came so natural, she wasn't aware she was doing it.
"You smell so good," Jo-Jo said softly.
"Thank you," Edith replied, "it's Cinnabar."
Edith moved her knee, let it brush against Jo-Jo's, and Jo-Jo returned the pressure, thrusting her tits out a little further. The large mounds strained against her silk blouse, looking as if they might burst free any second.
"Do you date often?"
"As often as I want," Edith replied. "It took a while, but now I can tell within minutes if a guy is a good lover or a bullshitter. I don't put up with bullshitters. They spend too much time quibbling over what they want me to do, and not enough time thinking about what we're going to do to each other. If a guy pleases me, I'll see that he goes away happy."
"Maybe you can give me some pointers," Jo-Jo said. "I don't seem to have much luck picking out guys."
"Don't forget Rob."
"Well, my feelings for him have always been pretty lusty, but I didn't pick him, Andrea did."
"Still, don't forget him," Edith said.
"Have you ever done a threesome with a guy and another girl?"
"Honey, I've done just everything you can think of in all sorts of combinations," Edith chuckled.
"I'd like to try a threesome with a guy and another girl," Jo-Jo said.
"With Rob and Andrea?"
"Yes," Jo-Jo mused, a dreamy look on her face, "that would be nice."
Edith turned slightly and deliberately pressed her tit against Jo-Jo's arm. "I'm glad you didn't chicken out," she said softly.
Jo-Jo turned her head and looked at Edith. "In spite of the image you project at the office, you fuck a lot, don't you?"
"Yes," Edith replied, "but I'm not indiscriminate."
"I don't fuck as often as I would like," Jo-Jo said. "Guys are always hitting on me, but most of them don't turn me on. Maybe I'm too picky."
"Guys like Rob can spoil a girl in a hurry,' Edith said. "Still, you can't be too picky. I like sex, but I have to feel something special about a person before I'll fuck them. And I don't want anybody to get serious with me. I fuck for fun, not just for the fun of fucking. I turn down more offers than I accept." She put her glass on the coffee table and looked into Jo-Jo's eyes. "I've fantasized about you being here, just like this, so I could make love to you. Thank you for coming."
Jo-Jo's heartbeat speeded up and her breathing deepened. "I haven't yet," she quipped.
"You will, darling, you will," Edith assured her.
Edith put her hand on Jo-Jo's cheek and kissed her. Jo-Jo put her hand behind Edith's head and eagerly accepted her tender tongue.
Jo-Jo broke the kiss and looked at Edith with misty eyes. "My first intimate kiss with a girl," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I like the way your tongue felt in my mouth."
"Close your eyes and just feel. Good, now don't move, just feel." Edith touched the tip of her finger to Jo-Jo's mouth, her lips parted slightly. "Your lips are so soft," she said, "so moist and smooth." She touched Jo-Jo's teeth and brushed her nail against Jo-Jo's tongue. "Does that tickle?"
Jo-Jo's body tingled and the lips of her pussy swelled. "A little," she whispered, awash in sensations. She pursed her lips around Edith's finger and sucked lightly.
"Oh, yes," Edith whispered, "suck my finger like you suck a cock." She fucked Jo-Jo's mouth with her finger, a motion they both knew so well, the rhythm primitive and profoundly sexual. She leaned and pressed the tip of her tongue into Jo-Jo's ear, mimicking the rhythm of her finger.
Jo-Jo never imagined that anything so simple could be so deeply sensual. As she sucked Edith's finger and Edith tongue-fucked her ear, a sweet ache spread from her crotch to her tits. Her thin bikini panties were plastered to her watery cleft, and her clothes suddenly felt dreadfully constricting. She reached for the buttons on her blouse, and Edith held her hand, gently but firmly.
"Don't move, darling, let me be in charge." With a nip at her ear lobe, Edith pulled her finger from Jo-Jo's sexy mouth and skillfully unbuttoned her blouse with swift, nimble fingers. "Your nipples are so swollen." She pushed Jo-Jo's blouse open and stroked her nipples tenderly. "Do you like my hands on your hard nipples and pretty tits?"