Chapter 5
"Where've you been?" asked Bill as Jann walked through the door one afternoon.
She was startled to see him. It was only three-thirty and he wasn't expected until six p.m. at the earliest. "You're home," she said with the appropriate amount of surprise in her voice. "Is anything wrong?"
He shook his head. "I got sent home early because there was a mechanical problem on my conveyor belt. They should have it fixed by tomorrow morning."
"Well," smiled Jann, kissing him on the cheek. "It's good to have you home so early."
"So?"
She stared at him. "Huh?"
"So, where have you been?"
"Out," she replied vaguely. "Out shopping."
He noticed she hadn't brought anything home with her. "What did you buy?"
"Nothing. I went shopping, but I didn't buy anything."
Apparently he was satisfied with her answer because he dropped the subject. "We got a crank call," he mentioned.
Jann's heart sank. "Oh?"
"Someone called on the phone in the laundry room. It was a man asking for Daisy."
"Wrong number, huh?"
"No, he had the right number, wrong party. He called three times before giving up. He said he was in town for some sort of convention and was looking to get laid. I told him to go fuck himself."
"For Pete's sake!" cried Jann, pretending to be shocked. "Maybe we ought to report it to the telephone company."
Bill waved his hand. "Forget it. I don't think he'll call again."
Jann excused herself, went to the laundry room and took the phone off the hook. When she returned to the living room, she put her arms around Bill's waist and hugged him. "It's too early for dinner," she said. "What can we do?"
Bill gazed into her eyes, suddenly realizing just how beautiful she was. A notion occurred to him and he kissed her passionately. The kiss left her breathless and hopeful. Jann was not particularly in the mood to make love, especially after a busy day with six clients, but she was willing to submit to whatever Bill had in mind. Resisting was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. He needed the encouragement, to know he was wanted.
Soon his hands were fondling her tits through her clothing. She faked being aroused, kissing him with conviction. He brought her down with him to the floor and made her stretch out on her back. He lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her, pushing the hem of her dress up to her waist, peeling off her panties and parting her legs. He fumbled with his trousers while she stuck her tongue in his ear and murmured, "That's my baby. Put it right in."
But after stripping below the waist and lowering himself between her legs, Bill balked. He kissed her some more and ran his hands over the mounds of her breasts, but when Jann reached down to guide his cock inside her, she found that it was still soft.
"Shit!" he cursed, turning away from her.
"Maybe if we wait a few minutes," she said, "use a little foreplay...."
"It won't do any good!" he snapped. "I can't do it. I just can't."
"At least you tried," she said softly. "I'll just have to be patient."
"I'm of no damn use to you," he bitterly remarked.
"That's not true," she contradicted, rubbing his back.
He faced her, then unexpectedly plunged his lips to her cunt. Jann recoiled, pushing him away. "What are you doing?"
"I want to please you," said Bill. "One way or another. If this is the only way I can do it...."
"You don't have to please me, Bill," she assured him, feeling guilty and embarrassed over the idea of her husband sticking his tongue where six other men had fucked her that day. "Really, darling. I'm happy just to be with you."
He kissed her gently and vowed, "Someday I'm going to make it up to you."
"I know," said Jann, tenderly touching his cheek.
Susan was pleased to hear of Jann's success at her clandestine occupation, inviting her over the phone to visit her on a free afternoon. Jann was enormously impressed with Susan's posh duplex apartment on the other side of town. Not only was it spacious and impeccably furnished, but immaculate. "I have a cleaning woman here twice a week," she revealed, pouring a glass of white wine for each of them.
They sat on her terrace and laughed over Jann's experiences in her new profession. "And you said you didn't think you could do it," Susan reminded her. "Now look at you. Not only did you find your own clients, but you've serviced over a dozen of them."
"No one is more amazed than me," said Jann, sipping her wine on an empty stomach and feeling a bit light-headed.
"It just goes to show you," remarked Susan. "You can do anything if you give it a chance." There was a twinkle in her eye that made her even prettier than Jann had noticed before.
"Unfortunately," said Jann, "I'm going to have to keep it up. Although it's improved our economic situation, we're so deeply in the hole that it'll take thousands of dollars to turn it around."
"So enjoy it while it lasts," Susan replied slyly. "Have some more wine," she offered, seeing that Jann's glass was almost empty.
"I shouldn't," Jann declared, allowing her hostess to refill her glass. "I get tipsy very easily."
"So what? We'll get tipsy together. We'll get giddy and have a laugh or two."
"I could use a few laughs," said Jann, gulping down her wine.
"Any improvement with Bill?" asked Susan.
"Not yet. He tried, but ... he's not ready yet."
"It's a shame. A beautiful young woman like you shouldn't be denied."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" wondered Jann.
"Without a doubt. In fact, I was watching you make love to George and I was thinking, 'she's got to be the sexiest broad I've ever seen.' "
"Oh, come on," scoffed Jann with a nervous laugh.
"Really. I was jealous."
"Well, coming from someone as gorgeous as you, that's a terrific compliment," said Jann, rising. "Excuse me, I think I'll freshen up."
She went into the living room, heading for the bathroom when suddenly she lost her balance. Before she could fall, however, Susan grabbed her arms and steadied her. Jann shook her head. "Wow! Is my head spinning!"
Then Jann noticed that Susan was still holding her arms, staring into her eyes. Before she realized what was happening, Jann was in Susan's embrace, being kissed passionately on the lips. "What are you doing?" she asked anxiously.
"Relax," smiled Susan. "It's just a kiss." Then she kissed Jann again.
"I don't think we should be doing this," Jann declared, yet too weak to resist.
"Why not?" challenged Susan. "We're friends. It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does," Jann admitted. "But I'm not like that."
"Like what?"
"You know. I don't do this with women."
"Normally, neither do I," Susan claimed. "But sometimes, at the right moment, it can be wonderful." She kissed her again, gently stroking her hair.
Jann was breathless and very warm. "You're taking advantage of me," she said. "Wine makes me horny."
"Good," smiled Susan, kissing her cheek.
"This is so strange to me," Jann remarked. "I've never been seduced by a woman."
"But it does feel good, doesn't it?" Susan asked, touching her breast.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, closing her eyes.
"You'll try anything once, won't you?"
Jann didn't bother to answer. Instead she put her arms around Susan's neck and kissed her. Susan took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. There, they slowly undressed one another, stripping each other of their blouses and skirts, peeling away their stockings and panties, undoing their bras, their bracelets and chains.
Soon they lay naked in each other's arms on the soft quilt of Susan's bed. They explored one another's body with their hands and mouths, Susan taking the initiative, resting her cheek between Jann's breasts as her long, sharp fingernails skimmed the contours of her flesh, roaming the ridges of her ribs, the curves and slopes of her waist and belly, her hips and ass, the velvety smoothness of her thighs and into the furry warmth of her cunt. Susan's fingers playfully curled Jann's pubic hair, then traced the pursed lips of her pussy and ventured within. Jann shuddered as she felt Susan's index finger plunge into the depths of her vagina. Then another finger entered and another and another until four fingers were buried inside her and Susan's thumb pressed on her clitoris, stimulating her female juices.
"O-o-o," cooed Jann, taking Susan's head in her hands and bringing it up to her face where she kissed her friend passionately. "It feels so good," she murmured.
"And it's going to get better and better," Susan promised.
While Susan's fingers kept busy in Jann's twat and Jann's hands kneaded Susan's tits, they tongue-kissed, driving each other mad with desire.
Then Susan removed her hand from Jann's cunt. "Don't stop!" Jann implored desperately.
Susan just smiled. Hovering over Jann's face, she stuck each of her fingers in her mouth, licking off Jann's delectable vaginal juices. Jann stirred beneath her. "Ohh. I want it so bad," she panted. "I want you, Susan. I want to make you come and I want you to please me, too."
"You'll get your treat," her friend replied. "But first you'll have to earn it." Susan straddled her face and lowered her own cunt to Jann's mouth. Obediently, Jann used her tongue to please her. It was the first time she had ever eaten pussy, and to her continuing amazement, she found that she enjoyed it and performed her task with a flair. Now she knew how Bill felt going down on her. She held Susan's ass in her hands while her tongue ably rolled the clit to the point of near-orgasm.
Gratefully, Susan turned herself around so that they could both enjoy it. While Jann continued to give her cunt a deeply satisfying workout, Susan sensuously licked her thighs. Her fingers brushed aside Jann's pubic hair and held her pussy lips wide apart. Then, with Jann's clitoris clearly visible, Susan began to lick and suck her juicy, pink snatch, going down on her better than any man ever had.
Jann rewarded her by licking her asshole and reaching down to pinch her hardened nipples. Susan squealed with delight. "Mmm. Lick me again. You do that so well."
Jann tongued her anus some more, then returned to her clit. "Ohh," sighed Susan. "Eat me. Eat my pussy."
Susan reciprocated by using every technique she knew to satisfy her lover. So effective was her tongue that she had to pin down Jann's legs, which jerked up with each sensitive flick. Meanwhile, Jann's face was drenched with her own saliva and Susan's cunt juices, but she maintained the intensity of her lovemaking, her tongue relentlessly mopping the inner and outer recesses of her saturated snatch.
They timed it so they'd come together, both women moaning and grunting and arching their hips at the moment of supreme ecstasy. Then they dozed, Susan resting her head on Jann's belly. It was Susan who eventually got up and suggested a shower.
In the steaming spray, they lathered each other, fondling one another while washing away the lingering traces of their afternoon of love and lust. Susan's sudsy hands rubbed against Jann's breasts, her slippery tits and nipples slithering through soapy fingers. Jann sponge-scrubbed Susan's crotch and cunt, imparting an occasional kiss.
They dried each other off with fresh towels, and sitting on the edge of Susan's bed, buffed themselves with dusting powder until they were again soft and dainty.
"I don't want you to think," said Jann, "that just because I enjoyed myself, I want to do it ever again."
"Don't you?" asked Susan, kissing her shoulder.
"I'd rather not. It was a very special experience. Let's not make it a habit."
"You need more than a stiff cock to take care of you until your husband recovers," Susan bluntly contended, rubbing the back of her hand along Jann's bare arm. "What you need is a tender and unselfish lover."
"I don't need someone to complicate my life," Jann retorted. "No. Let's be friends, not lovers."
"We could be both."
Jann shook her head.
"Well, before our relationship becomes strictly platonic," said Susan, "why don't we do it just one more time?" Hearing no immediate word of protest from Jann, Susan bent forward and kissed her lips.
"Well," sighed Jann. "Maybe just one more time." She sank into the softness of the bed, taking Susan in her arms, parting her legs so she could fit between them. They held each other tightly, grinding their cunts together, renewing their passions. Susan wickedly licked and sucked her tits, while Jann's nails raked her flesh from the back of her thighs, over the rump of her ass, along the curve of her spine to the blonde curls of her hair.
Midway through lovemaking, Susan rose from the bed to find something in the bottom drawer of a cedar chest. Jann propped herself up on her elbows to see the surprise. From beneath a pile of sweaters and jeans, Susan produced an artificial penis. "Meet my old friend, Dick," she quipped.
Jann giggled, amused by the enormous size of the ersatz organ.
"He's been a consistent source of comfort over the years," said Susan, hurrying back to bed. "Want to get acquainted?"
"Mm-hm," smiled Jann. "Intimately."
"This is what you really want, isn't it?" asked Jann.
"I never met a cock I didn't like," Jann kidded, wrapping her fingers around the rigid rod. "O-o-o. Feels like the real thing."
"Why don't you find out how it tastes," Susan suggested.
Gamely, Jann shoved the fake pecker into her mouth. "Mmm. Tastes like strawberries," she noted, sucking greedily.
"I sprayed it with flavoring," Susan explained.
"Delicious," said Jann, running her tongue up and down the shaft and around the head.
"Lay back," Susan told her, taking the dildo from her hand, "and open your legs. You're going to be fucked by a strawberry cock."
Jann reclined, swinging wide her shapely legs, prying apart the lips of her cunt to accommodate the long, thick shaft of pink rubber. "Oh!" she gasped as Susan slid it in. "I wish I could keep it there all day, just walk around with a cock between my legs."
Susan began to shove it in and out, watching Jann's face transform from amusement into pleasure into delirium. She'd rub the head of the penis against Jann's clit, then plunge it as deeply as possible into her friend's womb. Tingling with ecstasy, Jann tossed her head from side to side and grasped the bed's brass headboard. Then, with an unrestrained wail and legs jerking, she came.
Susan discarded the dildo and curled up next to Jann, planting little kisses on her forehead, eyes, cheeks and lips. "And now," she whispered. "It's my turn."
"What's your pleasure?" asked Jann, willing to do anything.
"My pussy's on fire," said Susan passionately. "It needs a wet tongue to put out the flames."
Jann obligingly went down on her, inexhaustibly licking her clit into a frenzy. Then, inspiration made her reach for the dildo. As she pumped it in and out of Susan's tight cunt, she continued to lick her taut clitoris. It drove Susan wild, sending shivers of delight like electric waves through her body. "Fucking shit!" she shuddered. "More! Give me more!" She raised her hips in a desperate effort to possess the full pleasure of cock and tongue. "Fuck me! Lick me! Fuck me! Lick me!" she repeated endlessly, thrashing her head from side to side. "Ohhh, motherfucker! I'm coming!" she cried. Jann flattened her tongue against her clit and rammed the rubber cock to the hilt. Susan wrapped her thighs around Jann's neck and exploded with an agonizing scream. Her body trembled, then was still.
Minutes of rest and silence passed. Finally, Jann sat up in bed, her pert nipples still hard, her flesh speckled with goose bumps. She smiled at Susan. "How about another shower?" she asked.