Chapter 3
Jacqui wasn't sure where she went. She had a warmth in her pussy from the fucking that quickly died down and turned to a lump of ice. As her long, slender legs scissored back and forth when she walked off her anger at her husband, she realized then what had been missing for so long in her life.
Her husband wasn't able to give her all of what she wanted. Of what she needed. Larry had gotten more distant in the past few months, and she couldn't figure out why. She brushed back her blonde hair and wondered what was going wrong. She loved him. She took care of him. Larry had been dynamite in bed when they had married. She had looked forward to the feel of his hot, hard pecker slipping into her agitated cunt. He had fucked her all night, and she had loved every second of it, every inch of man meat he had given her so fast and hard.
But now? She reached down the front of the sweatpants, her hands sliding over naked belly, and rubbed her clit. The tiny pink nubbin nestled-at the juncture of her pussy lips twitched and sent pint-sized electric volts into her loins. Larry had fucked her, but it hadn't been all that satisfying.
Jacqui stopped and blinked. She had walked around the entire block and had returned to her house. Larry was still inside, doing who knew what.
"Watching TV probably," she said bitterly. He ought to be sporting a new hard-on and getting ready to slip it into her needy pussy again. But he wasn't.
At the point of tears, Jacqui went up the sidewalk to her next door neighbor's house. For several minutes, she stood and stared at the doorbell, not sure what she ought to do. Then she pressed the button.
A saucy, pert redhead answered the door. She was a little shorter than Jacqui and well-fleshed from working out. Her emerald eyes fixed on her friend. Sandra seemed to understand instantly what was wrong.
"What's that fool done to you? Come on in and tell old Sandy about it."
"Old?" Jacqui had to laugh at this. Sandra was only a year younger, yet she acted so much more mature. It was as if she had lived life to the fullest and knew things Jacqui could only guess at. "Not you."
"I feel old sometimes. Other times, I just feel horny. What're you feeling?"
"Disgusted," Jacqui had to admit. "And horny, too." She dropped to the sofa and let the soft furniture almost swallow her. Her butt sank into the cushion, causing her knees to ride up. She had a flash of thought what it would be like having a man kneel between her knees and bend over to lick her naked pussy. In this position, she would be wantonly exposed to anything a man wanted to do to her.
Jacqui's legs drifted open a little wider until she realized how she must look to her friend. Almost guiltily, she hastily clamped her knees back together and put her hands on them.
"You're really uptight. You want something to drink?"
"Coffee?" asked Jacqui. "I don't think I could handle booze right now. It'd make me sick to my stomach."
"Larry," said the red-haired woman, her lips thinned to a line. "It's got to be something he's said or done to get you in a lousy mood like this. You're about the happiest person I know and now.. .you're like this."
Sandra sat beside Jacqui on the couch and put a warm hand on her shoulder. Jacqui wanted to cry, but she was too angry for that.
Jacqui noticed for the first time the wonderful aroma of Sandra's hair. She inhaled deeply and turned slightly so she could sniff better. "New shampoo?"
"New everything-for you," Sandra said. She turned slightly on the sofa. Her face was only inches from Jacqui's. For a long instant, they said nothing. They stared at each other, emotions rampaging. Then Jacqui wasn't sure what came over her. She bent forward slightly and kissed her friend on the lips. Lightly. Just a brush, only a fleeting touch. Or was it Sandra who kissed her? She couldn't tell.
And it did not matter.
A thrill passed through her body and set her heart to pounding. Sandra reached out and pressed her long-fingered hand into the front of the blonde's sweatshirt. Her fingers stroked back and forth over Jacqui's tits, teasing the nipples and making them pulse with excited blood.
When the red-haired woman squeezed down on Jacqui's left boob, it wasn't the way a man grabbed for tit flesh. This was gentler, but just as insistent. And it was even more exciting.
"Go on," Jacqui said, her voice husky with need. She sighed as Sandra's hand slid under the soft cotton sweatshirt and stroked over the naked tit flesh she found.
"No bra," Sandra whispered hotly. She moved closer and nuzzled Jacqui's ear, her tongue flicking out and gently running around the edge before nibbling on the ear lobe.
"I like the way your titties feel," Sandra went on. "So smooth, and so big! I wish I had tits as big as yours."
"Yours are just fine," Jacqui said. Sandra never stopped stroking over the silken slopes of breast. Now and then, she lightly flipped a finger against a nipple, sending new messages of raw sexual need lancing into Jacqui's chest. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa.
Her knees came up again, her thighs spreading apart. Jacqui opened her eyes and stared straight into Sandra's chest. Two snowy white cones of tit flesh bobbed slightly right in front of her mouth. Her friend's knockers were the size of baseballs, small and firm and capped with hard, bright nips.
"Suck on them," Sandra urged, thrusting her left tit forward for the blonde. "I want to feel your mouth moving all over my nipples. Suck on them. Kiss my breasts. Make love to them with your mouth!"
"I can't. I mean, I came over here to, I'm so confused, I-" Jacqui gasped and closed her eyes again when Sandra bent forward and did to her what she had just asked for.
Sandra's darting tongue licked over the very tip of Jacqui's left tit. The rough, pink oral organ dueled with the rubbery swelling and pressed and stroked all over the nipple until it stood at attention, firm and hard and pulsing with lust.
"You do that so good," Jacqui said. She shivered. Never had she thought another woman could turn her on so much. But Sandra knew all the right things to do and say.
Especially, she knew all the things to do!
"I can do other things even better. You're beautiful, Jacqui. I love your body. It's too bad my bod isn't as exquisite as yours."
"But it is!" protested Jacqui. To show her friend she meant it, she buried her face between Sandra's firm, delightful boobs. She kissed the deep canyon and slowly moved her ruby lips up to the crest of one tit. Then she skied down the slope, past the deep canyon again, and wetly licked all the way to the top of the other tit.
Sandra wiggled about in front of Jacqui. She had straddled her friend's waist. Now she repositioned herself so both her legs clamped down firmly on Jacqui's left thigh. Sandra rocked back and forth, rubbing her hidden crotch against the top of the blonde's leg.
Jacqui felt wetness begin to spread on the top of her leg as Sandra's lust mounted.
"You-you're getting off!"
"Love the way this feels. My pussy lips are pressed so tight together. But it's not the same. It's not all I need. I love it when another woman eats my pussy!"
Jacqui recoiled at the blatant request. This was her best friend. This was another woman.
"I couldn't do that. I don't know-" Jacqui was willing to be convinced. The desire inside her body screamed for sexual release.
"You don't know how? Just do to me what you'd like done to your own cunny!"
Sandra slid off the sofa and landed on her knees between Jacqui's legs. She stroked up the blonde's thighs and worked her fingers under the perky, rounded ass. With a quick jerk, she stripped the sweatpants off and threw them onto the floor.
"You did come prepared. No panties to get in the way. Not even one of those thongs."
"I don't know-" Jacqui was too flustered to know what she wanted anymore. The sight and taste of Sandra's titties had thrilled her. And having Sandra's mouth on her boobies was even more arousing.
The way Sandra eyed her snatch sent excited blood pounding through every artery and vein in Jacqui's tense body. When Sandra bent over and buried her face between Jacqui's tender thighs, the blonde almost came.
A long, knowing tongue flicked out and brushed along the edges of the blonde's nether lips. Safidra's tongue worked up and down on those blood-engorged pussy flaps, then gently parted them to expose the pink scalloped inner labia.
like a snake tasting the air, Sandra flicked her tongue in and out along Jacqui's most sensitive flesh. It wasn't a man's cock reaming her out. It was a woman's tongue tormenting her, stoking the fires of desire, but doing it ever so gently.
"Tongue-fuck me!" she cried. "I want it all the way up my cooze! I'm going crazy with need!"
Sandra seemed not to hear. Maybe it was because Jacqui's thighs were clamped around her head. Or maybe it was because she was so intent on giving her friend the tongue lashing she deserved.
The oral organ dipped deeper and deeper up the juicy twat, then slid free. Jacqui reached down and laced her fingers through Sandra's red hair to guide her friend in the way she found most stimulating.
Try as she might, she could not influence her friend's choice of sexual techniques. Sandra had abandoned the tasty slit to wiggle her tongue all around Jacqui's clit.
Hips lifting off the sofa, Jacqui crammed her snatch into the redhead's face. She gasped when she got exactly what she wanted. The other woman's tongue shot deep up into her cunt.
Sandra made gobbling sounds as she licked and sucked and ate out the pussy so enthusiastically opened for her. Jacqui twitched and twisted and enjoyed every instant of getting her pussy eaten out.
"Your turn," Sandra said unexpectedly. "Eat me out now."
"No!" protested Jacqui. "You can't leave me like this. You can't push me to the top and then not get me over the top."
"Do me," Sandra insisted. The redhead dropped to the floor and pulled open her robe and wiggled out of her skimpy panties.
Jacqui stared down at her friend. She tried not to look at her snatch, but found her eyes pulled like magnets to the rusty thatch. Sandra's cunt lips opened so invitingly when she reached down and parted them.
"Eat me out," Sandra said. "I'll do the same for you. It's just like regular 69 with a guy, except you get pussy-and so do I!"
Jacqui felt as if she had no self-control. She dropped, twisted end for end and shoved her face down into Sandra's cunt. She was hesitant at first, then licked and tongued with growing confidence.
And when Sandra began doing to her exactly what she did to Sandra, Jacqui trembled and almost came. Again.
The sensations mounting within her slender young body were intense but she knew a single sudden release would be better than shuddery little cums. She wanted an orgasm that rattled her brain, the Big O.
Coming up for air for a moment, she shifted her weight backward. This pulled her pussy away from Sandra's mouth, but it also allowed Jacqui to shove her tits down into the other woman's belly.
"That tickles," Sandra said. "Do it some more. I love the way your nipple feels when you stick it into my bellybutton!"
Jacqui rubbed her tits all over Sandra's body, moving back until her tits pressed down hard into Sandra's. Nipple to nipple, they excited each other with every move, every hot breath, every feminine touch.
They were women who knew what turned each other on. And they did it all.
"I want it hard," pleaded Jacqui. "What can we do?"
"You are new at this, aren't you?" Sandra laughed, but she was already spinning around. She opened her legs and pulled Jacqui closer. Her legs parted and she fitted herself between the wide-open thighs so her twat rubbed erotically against the other woman's.
"Oh, I never thought anything could be this good," sighed Jacqui. She rocked back and forth, holding onto Sandra's ankle. She pulled the leg down between her tits and rubbed the fleshy globes against Sandra's ankle.
But the real action went on between her legs. Sandra's snatch ground into hers. Then Jacqui found the right rhythm, rocking and turning and letting her sexdamp cunt lips drag back and forth over Sandra's.
The liquid motion turned more and more intense. Jacqui closed her eyes and let the emotions run wild in her.
She was making love to another woman. Their cunts were locked together in a lewd wet kiss. And she loved every second of it. It turned her on more than anything she had done in years.
"I can't stand much more. Oh, oh, aieee!" Jacqui was taken by surprise when the orgasm rampaged through her straining body.
Jacqui tried to tell her friend how much this thrilled her, but Sandra was cumming. The excitement passed through their locked pussies and Jacqui got off again.
Over and over, on the floor they rolled, experiencing each other's body to the fullest. When she thought there was nothing more left, Jacqui found she was wrong. Sandra started sucking on her toes.
She came for a final time.
Weak and drained, Jacqui stretched out on the floor. Sandra swung around again and lay, tit to tit, with her friend.
"Pretty good, wasn't it?" Sandra said.
"I never knew what I was missing. I always thought it had to be with a man in bed."
"You still think it has to be with your husband in bed, don't you?"
Jacqui considered what Sandra meant.
"It doesn't have to be my husband," the seductive blonde said finally, both shocked and excited at what this meant.
"Good," Sandra said, kissing her hard on the lips again. Jacqui wasn't sure how long they made love, but the late night talk shows were over before they finished, both completely tired out from the alternately frantic and easy lesbian lovemaking.