Chapter 5
For a moment, they looked at each other silently. Sexual tension was rising between them. Carl found himself unable to resist his growing infatuation with her, and he struggled to keep sexual thoughts out of his mind.
Maura,-likewise, was becoming more and more infatuated, and,-likewise, tried not to let the slightest hint of sexual suggestiveness creep into her voice tone.
"I've only been on a few climbing expeditions," she said. "I had a couple of lessons.. .I don't know much, just enough to keep from falling off."
"That's kind of important," Carl said dryly.
Maura laughed. "I guess you've done a lot of climbing."
"Plenty," Carl said. "I learned in the army-I was in a mountaineering division."
"Then you are a pro." Maura's eyes widened with admiration.
It was so tempting to come right out and ask him to take her climbing! But that wouldn't sit well with someone as conservative as Carl, ex-army man and all.
"Well, it's not my main job. So, where did you climb?"
Maura named several fairly popular climbing sites in national parks. Carl nodded approvingly, telling her those were good places for beginners. He wanted to ask her on a climb right then and there, but another look at the cut of her clothes, combined with her stated profession, made him back off. This would have to happen very slowly, if it could happen at all.
He was too absorbed in trying to remain casual to consider what she'd think of his lifestyle.
The waiter took their order, and they chatted a little about their work.
"My 'juniors' aren't the brightest lights, either," Maura replied. "I know I wasn't that bad when I started out."
Carl grinned sheepishly. "Well, I'm pretty sure I wasn't. But not one-hundred percent sure."
Their food arrived, and they ate silently. When they were ready to leave, Carl mentioned the possibility of lunch again. Maura agreed, hoping she didn't sound too eager. They brought out their address books.
"I'm free on Wednesday," Maura said.
"No, I'm stuck then," Carl mumbled into his book. "How about Friday?"
"Let's see.. .yes, Friday's fine for me. Here again?"
"No, let's make it your part of town."
Maura gave him the address of a restaurant she knew would appeal to what she thought were his conservative tastes. Carl took down the information, and they shook hands as they parted.
She worked late that evening, and when she came home, Maura stripped down to a short nightgown and made herself a drink. Settling into her large, luxurious couch, she picked up her phone and dialed Alice Ervin's number.
Quickly, she told her about the meeting.
"Ex-army? Finance? Doesn't sound like anyone you'd run into around here," Alice commented.
"Wait, we have a couple of stockbrokers, don't we? And that accountant.. . . "
"True," Alice mused. "At least you're both outdoors nuts. Who knows? Maybe you'll make a swinger out of him."
"I don't know what's going to happen," Maura sighed. "He's just so.. .interesting."
"So, have lunch. Angle for a date. Come on, Maura. You're so head-over-heels that you've forgotten how to be subtle. Look, the Maura I know can get herself set up for this Saturday night."
"I suppose I can get things that far along," Maura said contemplatively. "But I won't even try to make it a sex date."
"You?" Alice replied.
"On the first date, Alice. You know the rules. We have to convert him before he can participate in the service."
"I love when you use religious metaphors," Alice laughed. "Well, enjoy!"
Across town, another phone conversation was in progress.
"I mean, even her handshake was hot," Carl said. "But she's so.. .Fran, what's the word?"
"Conservative, I guess," Fran Carter replied.
"'Prudish' is so old-fashioned. "But just because she's into math doesn't mean she's uptight about sex. Maybe you can make a swinger out of her."
"I don't know why, but something tells me that will be a long, slow, painful process," Carl replied mournfully. "Anyway, I'd like to take her out this Saturday, but I'm afraid to move too fast."
"Has she knocked you over that much?" Fran asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Blown away all that sophistication. Come on, Carl, feel her out."
"Well, Fran, that really would blow it."
"I didn't say 'up,' I said 'out,'" silly. They both laughed.
That Friday afternoon, Maura arrived at the restaurant just as Carl was getting out of his company car. She was dressed at her most conservative, and so was he.
"Perfect timing," Maura laughed, offering him her arm.
"That's important when you're climbing," Carl replied, thrilling inwardly at the feel of her body next to his.
He did want her, he realized, with a desire far more intense than the casual horniness he always felt at sex parties. But he couldn't let on, not just yet.. .sophisticated, as Alice had remarked.
She leaned into him innocently enough, and also enough to feel the firmness of his build. That special feeling bloomed in her cunt, and she hoped she wouldn't wet the crotch of her pantyhose.
Since she'd made reservations, they were seated immediately. Carl leaned against the plush seat of the booth, unbuttoning his jacket. Maura unbuttoned hers, and each did their best not to gaze at the other.
"So, is it all outdoors stuff with you?" Maura asked, wondering how much of her breasts he could see beneath her thick bra and severe white blouse.
Carl, meanwhile, was devoting a good deal of his attention to keeping his gaze fixed on her face.
"No, I can sit through a play or a movie, and I enjoy music." The waiter stepped up for their drink orders. "Bloody Marys?" Carl asked. Maura nodded and he gave the waiter their order.
"Music?" Maura said. "Hmm.. . . " She peered at him. "I'd say you were into, what is that? Punk rock."
For an instant, Carl, caught unaware, didn't realize that she was teasing him. His surprised, almost shocked look firmed up Maura's conservative image of him.
She was wondering whether she should apologize, but before she could say anything, Carl replied, "No, that's not my style. Classical, I'm afraid. And it's worse than that."
"Oh? How so?" Maura raised her eyebrows, suppressing a giggle of delight.
"Opera, too," Carl intoned sadly.
"It looks like I'm as bad off as you." Maura mimicked his somber tone. "I love classical and opera."
"Hmm. Well, that's two things we have in common," Carl replied. Was that too fasti He thought. No, I think I'm being ridiculous. He glanced at her face, seeing no sign of disapproval.
With a start he hoped she didn't notice, he realized that he'd never inquired as to whether or not there was someone in her life already. "It can be hard to find someone with your combination of tastes," he said. "I guess you have."
Catching his meaning and deciding to be just a little bit bolder, she answered, "I'm not seeing anyone right now. Yes it is hard, and somehow, it's just not the same when I attend a performance by myself."
If that wasn't an opening, then there was no such thing, Carl knew. Trying to sound as casual as he wasn't feeling, he said, "Well, I'm not seeing anyone, either. And I hate going alone."
There was a moment of silence while each of them hoped that the other would voice what they wanted to say. Then, cautiously, Maura said, "The Narris Orchestra is playing this Saturday.. . tomorrow. They do wonderful work with Mozart."
"I've heard of them," Carl replied. "And I've heard them." He stopped to clear his throat. "Would you mind if I asked you to accompany me?"
"No, I wouldn't mind at all," Maura replied, trying to conceal her excitement.
"So, my car in front of your building?" Carl suggested.
"Yes, definitely," Maura replied. They passed the rest of the lunch exchanging music world gossip. Maura steered away from the topic of mountain climbing, thinking it was too soon to start hinting that they climb together.
That evening, Alice Ervin called Maura with an urgent request.
"But I'm going out with Carl tomorrow," Maura protested. "I can't just say, 'excuse me, but I have to fuck several people,' can I?"
"Well, let's figure this out," Alice said. "The concert starts at eight, right?" Maura confirmed that. "Well, it can't last past ten, can it? Okay, so say you go for drinks. That'll take it up to eleven-you tell him you want to turn in early. You'll make it here by midnight, easy."
"I can't argue with your logic," Maura sighed. "And it has been too long since I've been to a women-only. All right, I'll show up."
Later that evening, Carl got a similar phone call from Sophie Garnet. "Hello, I'm having a small get-together tomorrow night. Do you think you could attend? It's not until midnight."
His infatuation with Maura was one thing, and his sex drive another, Carl decided. He wouldn't even think of "her place" on a first date-he was sure she'd blow him off. Quickly calculating the time, he agreed to show up.
Deciding to forgo her totally conservative look, Maura wore a clinging evening dress that was just proper enough for a concert hall. The thick bra she wore to the office had been replaced by a lacy half-cup that, with the aid of the clinging fabric, clearly outlined the shape of her breasts. The hem of the wide skirt stopped at mid-thigh, giving her an opportunity to innocently flash glimpses of the treasures that lay beneath the dress.
Nude pantyhose had replaced her opaque pair.
One look at her out the window of the rented car made Carl's dick start to harden. He fought to control himself, not wanting to greet her with a lump in his pants.
He'd turned in his conservative black for a tan suit that stopped just short of being casual wear. His slacks hugged his thighs more tightly, hinting at the well-developed muscles there. At the sight of him, Maura felt more strongly than ever that tingling in her pussy.
Don't even think sex, she reminded herself firmly. Let him think of me as reserved, at first, then little by little.. . . Carl helped her into the car, and sat a respectable distance away from her as they drove off.
"There's just one thing, Carl," Maura said. "I can't stay out too late. I have things to do in the morning."
"I was just about to say the same thing," Carl replied, relieved. "My business sometimes spills over into Sunday."
He wasn't lying, he assured himself. More often than not, he ended doing a fuck for the road. Well, he didn't say what he meant by "business," anyway.
The concert ended around nine-thirty. Maura declined Carl's offer of drinks, deciding she'd need a little time to get ready for the second part of her evening. Carl was secretly glad, since he had getting ready of his own to do. Rather than wait for a rented car, he hailed a cab and insisted that the driver take her home first.
"There's a recital next week-" Carl began as the cab pulled up in front of Maura's building.
"I know exactly who, and I've been dying to go," Maura cut in. "If you're free-and I am-maybe we can do lunch, too."
"Perfect," Carl said. "I'll pick you up here?"
"Please," Maura said. "And if your mind isn't too full of the stock market, maybe you can call me some evening."
She blew him a kiss as she got out of the cab. Excitement filled her as she entered her apartment. This was getting intense, and she found herself loving that fact.
Still, there was the matter of her rather unusual sexuality.
The phone rang just as she was locking her door behind her. "Hi, I just couldn't wait till you got here," Alice chirped over the phone. "How did it go?"
Maura leaned back in her easy chair, kicking off her shoes. She'd already unzipped her dress, and it flapped open to bare her back. The soft upholstery tickled her back sensuously, and she sighed with relief as she let her sexual feelings emerge.
"Very nicely," Maura said. "Of course, nobody said anything about that, but nobody expected anybody to."
"Wait, now you're off. He's a he, right? You know he was thinking about your pussy. He's just, well, straight, if that's the right word."
"Straight men like to fuck, too," Maura chided her. "'Gentleman' is the word, I believe. The concert was great, and we're going to another next week."
"That'll be two dates," Alice said. "Do you think on the third-"
"On the third, I think we'll talk mountain climbing," Alice interjected. "Once we're alone on top of some mountain, in a little tent.. . . "
"And he can rescue you if you get kidnapped by pirates," Alice countered.
"Oh, come on, it's not that corny," Maura laughed. "You mean, you've never fucked in the woods?"
"Maura, dear, I've fucked everywhere," Alice chuckled. "Really, though, I think that'll be great. Anyway, about tonight, if you're not too wrapped up in your hetero daydreams."
"I'm good and ready for tonight," Maura said, absently lifting her dress enough to get a hand up under it. "Who'll be there?"
"Newcomers!" Alice smacked her lips. "Two cute young things, fresh out of college and brand-new to this type of playing around. Also, you never know who might drop in."
Maura's fingers located the crotch of her panties, and she pressed the silk against her cunt slit. "And girls only, right?"
"Right, right, right," Alice chortled. "So, get yourself ready and hop on over."
Reminding herself that she could continue her pussy play in the bathtub, Maura stood up and pulled off the dress. She hung it up then got out of her undergarments and padded nude into her bathroom. A glance at a wall clock told her that she had plenty of time.
She filled the tub and got in, draping a leg over the edge of the tub. The warm, scented water caressed her cunt slit, and she slid a hand under a sloping, upward-curving breast. A vivid image of Gwen's almost-bare pussy came to mind, followed immediately by an image of Sophie Garnet's.
The woman was so good at cunnilingus. Maura lazily slid her hand down her bare, wet skin, stopping just at the top of her pussy mound. Holding back as long as she could, she roved her fingers lightly over her pussy, then, with a snap of her wrist, she slipped two in. Her images of lesbian sex were so vivid, she could almost taste the juices from a climaxing pussy.
Little by little, she moved her fingers to her G-spot. She had her other hand over a breast, her stiff nipple digging into her palm, as she massaged herself to climax. As the waves of orgasm came over her, the other images in her mind gave way to a clear picture of Carl Farer's face.
What would his cock look like? She knew he had muscular thighs.. .muscular arms, too, to support himself for mountain climbing. It didn't matter, she told herself. What he didn't know, she could certainly teach him. Then her orgasm burst, and water splashed over the sides of the tub as she thrashed around.
She finished her bath and got out, avoiding the temptation to masturbate again as she dried herself off. All-women parties were always very informal, and she put on a plain bra and plain white cotton panties. Over this went a sweatshirt and a pair of old jeans. Open shoes completed her ensemble. She threw a change of clothes, her wallet and a brand-new strap-on dildo into a canvas bag, and as an afterthought, a tube of lubricant. Anal sex wasn't usually too popular at these events, she knew. But there was always a chance for it to happen, and there was always a chance that she could make it happen.
She arrived at Alice's shortly before midnight. The two newcomers showed up about ten minutes later, and Maura could see on their faces that they were a bit nervous about the whole thing. They brightened up considerably when Alice introduced Maura, who casually proceeded to take off her sweatshirt.
Two pairs of not-so-nervous but very interested eyes focused on the redhead's torso. Their names were Amy and Clair, and they looked very much a-like. Both had black hair, both were lean and slender, both had mysterious, inviting, coal-black eyes.. .in fact, they looked very much a-like.
"I hope you don't mind my asking," Maura said, unstrapping her shoes, "but are you guys twins?"
"We don't mind," they chorused, then laughed.
Without realizing it, with that one simple question, Maura had broken the ice. Alice, sitting next to the redhead, patted her hand in a silent gesture of thanks.
"You know," Maura continued, "it is kind of warm in here. And, well, it's just us girls." She got up, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down a little more slowly than necessary.
Two identical pairs of eyes dropped to her panty-covered crotch. Alice yawned and opened her housecoat, taking it off to strip down to just panties. Her round breasts jiggled around on her torso as she sat back down.
"Yes, it is warm," Amy said, unbuttoning her blouse. The garment parted to reveal two small, almost flat and perfectly round breasts. Clair looked at her for a moment, then shrugged and took her blouse off.
Her breasts were exactly the same as her sister's.
"Wow, you guys really are twins," Maura said. "How about.. . . "
"I think this is where everybody gets naked," Alice Ervin announced, lifting her ass to roll her panties off. She spread her legs just enough to give everyone present a look at her gash, then she closed her thighs as she sat back down.
Amy hesitated for a moment, looking at her sister. Maura, meanwhile, unhooked her bra and peeled it off. Casting her sister a querulous look, Clair shrugged off her jeans and nylon panties.
A small, unkempt triangle of pussy hair covered her cunt mound. Thin strands of black hair ran down the sides of her groin, highlighting rather than hiding her pussy lips.
"Well, if everyone else is naked," Amy said. She stood up and revealed that, like their breasts, the two sisters were identical down below as well.
"Let's talk sex," Maura suggested when Alice went to get beer for all. "You guys have done it with other girls, right?"
They nodded shyly. Amy clapped a hand over her mouth and giggled. "Actually, it was only with one other girl, for both of us."
"Amy, I don't know if-" Clair began.
Maura smiled slyly. "Let me guess. That one other girl was one of you, right?"
Clair moaned and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Amy blushed slightly, keeping her hand over her mouth.
"So, what's the problem?" Maura asked. "Just because you're sisters doesn't mean it's wrong-you certainly can't get one another pregnant."
Amy giggled at that and Clair smiled ruefully. "That's what we tell each other," Clair explained.
Alice came in at that moment. "I see you've learned their little secret," she said, passing the bottles of imported beer around.
"Frankly, I think it's a delicious secret," Maura said, eyeing twin pubic mounds. "Maybe later they'll put on a little show for us.
"Oh, we couldn't," Clair wailed, not at all looking as distressed as she tried to sound.
"Are you sure?" Amy purred, sneaking a hand into her twin sister's lap.
Clair jumped as her sister's fingers lightly brushed through her scant pussy hair. She made no move to stop Amy, though. Maura casually reached into Alice's lap and let her fingers rest against her heart-shaped cunt hair.
"Mind telling us what you like to do?" Maura asked, twisting around a strand of wiry cunt hair.
Amy grasped her sister's wrist and jammed Clair's hand between her thighs. Clair jumped again, and again made no move to resist. Casting a shy glance at Maura and Alice, Clair pressed one fingertip between her twin sister's cunt lips.
"Well, we finger each other, like this." Amy tucked two fingers into her sister's pussy. "And we also lick each other out."
"We've used vibrators on each other, too," Clair added. "But that's about it."
"Have you ever fucked?" Alice asked.
"We're women," Amy said. "How could we?"
"You mean, with a dildo?" Clair asked.
"That's one way," Maura explained. "Another way is, you can just fuck."
"She means, rub your clits together," Alice explained.
"How about kissing?" Maura pressed on. "Have you ever kissed each other the way you'd kiss a guy? You know, with tongue."
They shook their heads. Alice said, "Women can kiss that way. Maura, why don't we show them?"
"Good idea," Maura commented, throwing her arm around Alice's shoulders.
Alice turned to her and grasped the redhead's bare waist. They pressed their mouths together, and Maura parted her teeth to suck in Alice's tongue. Maura's slender fingers slid around to seize a fat, round brown nipple. Alice cupped a hand over Maura's red-haired pussy, sucking on Maura's tongue.
They fondled each other for a short while, then broke the kiss, Maura dragging her tongue back slowly enough for the twins to get a look at it.
"See? It's really nice. Give it a try," Alice urged them.
Both young women blushed slightly, then they embraced tightly. Clair turned to Alice and Maura, and Amy seized her chin and turned her face back to her. Before Clair could say or do anything, Amy jammed her mouth against her sister's.
Clair started to open her mouth in surprise, and her sister immediately thrust in her tongue. In an instant, Clair's hesitation vanished. A warm, wonderful feeling swept over her, and she eagerly started sucking on Amy's tongue.