Chapter 5
A sexy grin spread over Carl's face. "Yes, some would say that. I would, too. So, shall we?" He made as if to take the tall, thin, brown-haired teacher's arm.
She jumped away from him nervously. "No displays, remember. We don't want to fuck our jobs, just each other."
"Ooh, so clinical," Carl grimaced. "But you're right."
The corridor was deserted, and they took the opportunity to run right into the storeroom. Gerri slammed the door shut behind her and locked it as Carl looked around. High rows of metal shelves lined the walls, and a big cabinet dominated the center. A few wooden boxes lay along the walls.
"Doesn't look like there's anywhere to-"
"Yes, there is," Gerri interrupted, turning to the rearmost wall. She pushed a box aside, then planted her foot on it. "Get the idea?"
"Uh, I think so," Carl said.
"Well, this should show you." Gerri unsnapped the back of her long skirt and pulled it off. Carl gasped, his cock stiffening in his
briefs, at the sight of her pussy.
"Jeez, no panties?" His eyes widened, and he fumbled with his belt.
"Good, you guessed," Gerri retorted, reaching into her crotch and placing her hands over the dark-auburn patch of her pussy hair. "Keep your cock in your pants-you know what comes first."
Carl nodded, his hands shaking as he got on his knees. Gripping her ankle, he pulled off her shoe and slipped off her ankle sock. His hands sweated as he raised her foot to his mouth, planting a kiss on the sole, then taking her big toe between his lips. He sucked hard, and Gerri trembled above him.
As he moved to her other toes, he glanced up to see arousal moisture forming on her slit. Trembling all over with lust, his hand shaking more, he shoved all of her toes into his mouth.
"All right, move up," Gerri gasped above him.
Fighting the temptation to plunge his face right into her gash, Carl slowly kissed his way up her leg. Gerri spread a little more as he reached the insides of her thighs. The scent of her heat filled his nostrils as he advanced on her private flesh, and he shot his hands up to grip her bare ass as his lips made contact with her cunt slit.
"That's it, give me your tongue," Gerri barked, humping down at him.
Carl thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, rubbing the tip around the wet, pulsating flesh. He knew that if he found her G spot, she'd cum quickly. His stiff prick was straining against his
pants, and as much as he enjoyed eating pussy, he desperately wanted his cock in her.
Besides, they hadn't much time and the situation was awkward. A low, muffled groan escaped from Gerri, and her cunt started pulsing rapidly around his tongue. Her cunt juice flooded out, and as he expected, she clamped her hands on his head and pushed him away.
"Good, good, now fuck," she gasped. Carl fumbled a condom out of his pocket and quickly dropped his pants and briefs. Snapping it over his prick, he stepped up to her and hunched down to angle his cock up at her pussy.
She was taller by at least half a head. His cockhead brushed against her slit, but he couldn't raise up enough to get it in.
"Oh, shit, take one of those boxes," Gerri gasped at him. "Just stand on it...."
Carl kicked a box over, his condom-clad cock swaying from side to side. Grimacing with lust, he stepped up on it, hunched down again and pressed his cockhead to her slit. Gerri seized his stiff, wrapped member and shoved the head between her cunt lips. He thrust up, and his cock slid into her pussy.
His started humping, his cockshaft grazing her clit on each stroke. Her pussy started churning around his wrapped member, and he felt his load straining to rise up his shaft.
"I don't think I can cum this way," he gasped. "I love it, though."
"Let me help," Gerri muttered, her hips swaying. She reached around and seized his buttocks,
pulling them apart and shoving her hands down his crack. He grimaced at the flash of pain from her finger entering his anus, then he let out a loud sigh of pleasure as her finger slid in.
His cum still strained against his cockshaft. "This isn't going to work," he said, kissing her throat.
"Okay. Pull out." Carl dragged his cock out of her cunt. Gerri dropped down on all fours, and Carl got on his knees behind her. Holding his stiff dick, he guided the head between her pussy lips and pushed in. "Yeah, this is it," he grunted, feeling the first stirrings of orgasm.
Abruptly, Gerri thrust her ass back at him, her cheeks slapping against his thighs. Carl drew back, then plunged in again, and started humping rapidly. His cock started jerking in her, then his cum shot out.
When the last spurt hit the tip of the rubber, he slumped over her back and pressed her small tits through her blouse. His cock started to soften. He pulled out and stood up, and Gerri slowly got to her feet.
"Now we'd better get out of here," Gerri said, looking down at the floor. A small pool of liquid was the only sign of their tryst. "At least we didn't make too much of a mess.."
Carl opened the door and looked up and down the hallway. "It's clear," he whispered, gesturing to her.
Gerri darted out first, giving him a quick kiss. Carl waited until he couldn't hear her footsteps in the hall, then he left.
Across town, at a house in the surrounding suburban neighborhood, Joy Salter's fingers shook as she lit a cigarette. Angie Allen, sitting next to her, gently gripped her arm.
"You really are nervous about this," she said softly. "If you want to back out, postpone it-"
"No," Joy cut in, smoke billowing out of her as she leaned back. "I'll always be afraid...have to do it that way, afraid. We're going right ahead as planned, and don't worry about how nervous I get."
"Okay," Angie smiled. "When do you think Joe will be home?"
"Probably in an hour or so. Maybe later...I think he said something about extra class time." Joy suddenly realized she was more horny than ever for Angie. "Uh, do you have something in mind? Remember, Joe'11 probably freak worse from seeing us than he would me with another guy," Joy cautioned.
"Depends on how we make it look," Angie grinned. "My cousin told me that you two used to take baths together when you were both eighteen."
"Mm-hmm. And did she tell you what we did when we took those baths?" Joy rested her hand on Angie's thigh, the edge of her palm at the hem of the blonde waitress's short summer dress.
"Yeah," Angie replied, letting her legs drop apart and resting her knee against Joy's. "I'll bet Marie and Sally have had those little episodes,
too."
"Well, we'll sure as hell find out tomorrow night," Joy said. "So, what's your idea?"
"Let's relive old times, sort of," Angie said animatedly. "We'll just get in the tub, and if Joe asks us, well, that's what we're doing."
"Great idea for a sitcom, but when I hear his car, I'll get the hell out. I've told him about you, so it wouldn't be that strange that you'd be taking a bath. It would be, if I was in the tub with you."
"You think he'd freak out if he thought we were doing what we're doing?" Angie asked.
"I don't know, and I don't want to find out the hard way," Joy replied. "Anyway, we have time for a little fun right now." Joy slipped her hand under Angie's dress.
Angie rested her chin on Joy's shoulder and kissed the brown-haired woman's neck as Joy's fingers slid up her thigh. When she reached the blonde waitress's groin, she yelped and jerked her hand back in surprise.
"No panties with a short dress like that?" Joy said. "Angie, you'll make trouble."
"I like making trouble," Angie grinned, grabbing Joy's wrist and sliding her hand back up under her dress. She spread her legs more and murmured passionately at the feel of Joy's fingers on her hairless pussy lips.
"This feels so wonderful," Joy sighed. "I'm tempted to do mine, but Joe wouldn't understand... may be. Anyway, I couldn't hide my cunt from him long enough to let the hair grow back,
so I don't want to chance fucking up his head."
"A trim wouldn't hurt," Angie purred. "I mean, you don't have to take it all off. And, hey, that's an even better reason for us to be in the tub."
"I still can't believe you didn't wear panties under this thing," Joy mused, dipping a fingertip between Angie's pussy lips.
"That's 'cause I like to flash," Joy giggled. "See, I'm not wearing a bra, either." She yanked down her left shoulder strap, exposing a small, white, pink-tipped cone of a breast.
"You don't need one, and it's delicious," Joy said, leaning over and pursing her lips. Her fingertip slipped out of Angie's pussy as she kissed the blonde waitress's long pink nipple. She rubbed the stiffening bud between her lips, then made a wide circle with her mouth and closed it over the small breast.
"Let's get you undressed," Angie purred, stroking the back of Joy's neck.
Reluctantly, the brown-haired woman pulled her mouth off the blonde's breast and started unbuttoning her blouse. Angie got up, baring her other breast, then working her dress down her legs as she headed for the bedroom. Joy, her blouse flapping open and her parted bra straps flopping around her chest, followed the young blonde in.
The short dress was a pool of pink and blue around Angie's feet. She stepped out of it and picked it up, the small, firm mounds of her ass cheeks spreading as she bent over. Joy pulled off
jeans and panties in one motion, her bra tumbling off her body as she stretched out on the bed.
"I still don't know exactly how we're going to do it," she said thoughtfully. Angie jumped up on the bed and sat cross-legged at Joy's waist. "I mean, do we just say we're getting it on and that we'd like them to give it a try? Do we start with some girls-only fuck tapes?"
"That sounds like a good idea," Angie replied, her eyes on Joy's pussy mound. She dabbed a fingertip at the thick triangle of dark-brown pussy hair. "You know, you are bushy down here. About that trim-"
"Okay, if you don't take it all off," Joy said.
"No, just around the lips, and the sides, maybe." Angie ran a finger through the hairs sticking up on either side of Joy's labia. "It'll be easier for Joe to eat you out, too."
"Won't it be easier for you?" Joy winked.
"Me, I love licking pussy no matter how hairy," Angie laughed. "I need a kiss, okay?"
Kicking her legs out behind her, Angie slid on top of Joy. Her small cones of breasts sank into Joy's large, round boobs, and her hairless pussy lips pressed against Joy's cunt hair. Joy threw her arms around Angie, hugging her tightly as their mouths met.
The first time she'd tongue-kissed another woman, Joy was trembling with nervousness. She and Angie's cousin never got further than finger-fucking each other and fondling each other's breasts. Angie introduced her to what Joy
called the real lesbian sex, and somehow, it was harder for her to slip her tongue into another woman's mouth than it was to lick a pussy.
Sensitive to Joy's misgivings, Angie started out slowly. First, she kissed Joy on the lips, a lover's hello or good-bye kiss. Joy discovered that she liked that, and she timidly kissed Angie back. Angie stuck out her tongue, telling Joy to extend hers. Joy closed her eyes, holding Angie's hands tightly as she touched the tip of her tongue to the blonde's.
An electric shock of passion ripped through Joy, and her eyes popped open with surprise. She hadn't expected such sensuous delight, and the two women rubbed tongues together for a few minutes. Already a bit horny, Joy felt her cunt lips swell against her panties and moisten.
"Now, let's try it all the way," Angie said softly, wrapping her arms around Joy.
Joy felt her nervousness evaporate as her lust rose. Feeling Angie's lips on her mouth, she shot out her tongue and trembled as it slid into the warm wetness of Angie's mouth. The blonde's tongue met hers, then she felt Angie's fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse.
She had no doubts about her feelings for other women after that. A few private lovemaking sessions with Angie followed, then the blonde brought up the idea of coming out to Sally and Marie.
The feel of Angie's cunt against hers, and the warm invasion of her tongue, brought Joy's thoughts back to the present. They sucked on
each other's tongue for a while, then Angie slid off Joy and sat up between the brown-haired woman's thighs.
"We have time for a little of this, don't we?" Joy asked, holding up two fingers.
"You'd better," Joy replied, spreading her legs. "You've gotten me so hot, I could just about explode."
"Just let me suck these big, floppy tits a little, first," Angie murmured.
Bellying down, her stiff nipples digging into Joy's stomach, Angie lifted a large breast and pressed her lips against the red-brown ring of Joy's areola. She made circles with her tongue around the brown-haired woman's fat, pink nipple, then she closed her lips over the tit and sucked hard. Joy slid a hand down the blonde's naked back, resting her palm lightly on a firm, round buttock.
Angie freed Joy's breast and sucked briefly at her other, then rolled off her. "I guess we don't have time for 'lunch,'" she said, running a fingertip along Joy's pussy slit. "Just a little of this."
Squeezing two fingers together, she shoved them between the brown-haired woman's labia. Joy murmured and shoved her butt toward the blonde girl. Extending her thumb, Angie pressed it to the top of Joy's slit.
"Just relax and let go," Angie murmured.
Joy took hold of her breasts as Angie brushed the pad of her thumb over her clit. Her orgasm began as small ripples, then surged through her
body and made her hump the blonde waitress's hand. Finally, she urged Joy to pull her hand away.
"Great, now let's get in the tub," Angie said, leaning back as she uncrossed her legs. Joy nodded a reluctant agreement, gazing longingly at the blonde's pussy slit.
"I'd better take my clothes in," Joy said. "It's going to look weird enough."
"Well, maybe not, if we...I guess you're right, though," Angie shrugged. "I'll bring mine in, too."
The younger blonde was secretly anxious to have Joe catch her in the nude. She loved showing off her body, and she'd been toying with the idea of dancing at a nude bar in another town. She didn't want Joy to know she felt that, though. Just like Joy didn't know how Joe felt about woman-to-woman sex, Angie had no idea how Joy felt about Joe's going with another woman. Like Joy said, she certainly didn't want to find out the hard way.
And lose the chance to turn two more women on to bisexuality.
She felt soft skin brush against her thigh, Joy's butt cheek as the brown-haired woman turned on the water in the tub. As Joy straightened up, Angie got behind her and threw her arms around Joy's waist. Her hard nipples dug into Joy's back, and her depilated pussy pressed against Joy's butt cheeks.
"Mm, that feels so delicious," Joy purred. "Hate to say it, but I wish you had a cock."
"Don't hate," Angie said, nuzzling the side of Joy's neck. "I can have a cock." She dropped her hands from around Joy's waist, careful to brush the edge of her palm against Joy's pussy. "Yes, we have to trim this bush a little," she said.
Joy stepped into the tub and told the blonde waitress that she had a pair of small scissors in the medicine cabinet. Angie got them. "Lather up good-make the hairs nice and soft," she said. "Then sit at the edge of the tub."
As she rubbed soap over her hairy pussy, Joy tingled all over. She soaped up the hairs on the sides of her pussy lips, feeling them swell against her fingers.
"I'm really making myself horny," she chuckled as she stood up, thin rivulets of water running off her nipples and soaped-up pussy hair. She sat at the edge of the tub and spread her thighs.
"I'll take care of that a little later," Angie said, kneeling between Joy's legs. Placing a hand firmly over Joy's slit, she squeezed the brown-haired woman's labia together and delicately snipped away the hairs to the side of her right pussy lip.
"You're making it hard for me to keep still," Joy said, her voice unsteady. "The way you're holding my pussy...."
"Just another minute," Angie replied, cutting away the hairs to the side of her left labia. "There, you're showing more already. Now, let me do the top."
Using the comb she'd also taken from the cabinet, Angie ran it through Joy's pussy bush,
raising the stiff, wet dark-brown hairs. Starting at the top of her mound, she clipped away the thick hairs, then paused.
"Hmm, should it be a strip or a triangle?"
"Keep it a triangle," Joy replied. "Joe's used to that. "And you're right." She looked down at herself. "I am showing more, now."
"And you'll be delicious," Angie purred. She trimmed off another row of hair.
"I just thought of something," Joy said, watching as Angie cut away the hairs on the left side of her mound. "If Joe did come in, how would we hear him?"
Angie paused, holding the scissors just above Joy's cunt. "I don't know."
"Put on a towel," Joy suggested. "That way, it won't look so totally weird."
"Good idea," Angie replied, jumping up to wrap a large bath towel around herself, tying as loose a knot as possible at the top. She glanced at the mirror to make sure the towel left a bit of her ass exposed, then she knelt back down between Joy's legs and frowned at the stubble she'd left.
Just then, they heard the front door open. Joe called out, "Hi, I'm home." The two women looked at each other and winced as they heard his footsteps approach.
"Well, playtime's almost over," Joy said.
"Don't worry," Angie half-whispered. "We'll make up for it tomorrow night."
Then the bathroom door opened, and Joe charged in to stop short, his mouth hanging
open. Angie shrieked and dropped the scissors. She jumped to her feet, her towel momentarily flopping open.
Just enough to give him a glimpse of her pussy. Forcing herself to appear calm and unconcerned, Joy said, "Joe, this is Angie. My cousin's friend. Remember I told you about her?"
"Uh, yeah, ah, hi," Joe said, looking totally confused.
He and Tina had made a date for the following night, and he was half-hard from thinking about it. The sight of Angie's pussy made him fully erect, and he turned to one side to try to conceal his cock bulge.
"Angie's giving me a bikini trim," Joy explained. "I'm afraid to do it myself."
Joe stared hard at the blonde waitress. "Say, I've seen you. You work at Freddie's, right?"
"Yeah, I just started a couple of weeks ago," Angie replied. "Uh, I hope you don't mind...I've known Joy a long time."
"It's okay, except that I really have to piss," Joe said shyly.
"So?" Joy shrugged. "Go ahead and piss. Nobody's going to look at your weenie."
"Uh, okay." To his considerable relief, Joe felt his prick soften. Trying not to think about what he'd seen under the waitress's towel, he turned to the toilet and unzipped his fly. Angie knelt back down between Joy's legs, trimming the hairs to the left on her pussy mound.
"Are you going to shave it?" Joe asked. Angie turned and deliberately focused her gaze on his
prick. He caught her look, and she darted the tip of her tongue out at him.
"Yes, around the sides-not all of it," Angie replied, glancing at Joy to see if she'd noticed the exchange.
"Yeah, uh, that will look nice," Joe said. He finished relieving himself and shoved his prick back in his pants.
"Want to watch?" Joy grinned. "If Angie doesn't mind."
"I don't," Angie said. "I'll bet he's never seen this done, Joy," Angie said.
"No, uh, okay." Joe closed the lid of the toilet seat and sat down to watch as Angie carefully spread shaving cream on the sides of Joy's cunt mound and on either side of her labia.
"Just stay still," Angie said, delicately drawing Joy's lady's razor along the lines of shaving cream. Delicate white skin appeared in the razor's wake. Bit by bit, she shaved away the stubble, then wetted a corner of a towel.
Just before she pressed it to Joy's mound, Joy took it from her. "Thanks, Angie," she said, rubbing off the bits of hair and shaving cream. "Oh, I love the way it looks. Joe, see?"
She stood up, turning to her goggle-eyed husband. His fingers shook a little as he stared at his wife's freshly barbered privates. "Yeah, uh, it's fantastic. You did a good job," Angie.
Joy got back in the bathtub. Angie stood up, and the towel dropped off her. Taking just a second too long to cover herself, she let out a shriek and threw her arms over her breasts.
Jamming her thighs together, she turned away from him and quickly scooped up the towel. She fumbled deliberately, flashing as much of herself as she could before she got the towel back on.
"I'll leave you two alone," Joe said, darting quickly out of the bathroom. He practically ran to the kitchen in his haste to get a beer. The sight of the waitress's nudity filled his mind. Tearing the top off the can, he took a huge swig and tried to ignore the fact that his stiff prick was straining against the front of his pants.
In the bathroom, Angie yanked the towel off and started to climb into the tub.
"We can't," Joy said regretfully. "He's here...we don't have time, really, anyway."
"Okay," Angie sighed, gathering up her dress and pulling it on over her head. "But let's talk about tomorrow night."
"Yeah, we still haven't figured out what we're going to do. Just say, 'Hi, everybody, we're having a lesbian affair'?"
"That won't work too well," Angie said. "Let's get the conversation around to it, first.. .maybe talk about shaving pussies or something. Or a video.. .1 think I have one that will be just perfect. Anyway, finish your bath. I'll talk to Joe and make sure he doesn't think anything was weird."
"Probably not," Joy laughed. "He's great when it comes to working with his hands, but...."
Both women laughed, then Angie left the bathroom. Joe called to her as she approached
the kitchen and invited her to sit at the table.
"You really seem to know how to do that," he said. "Have you trained as a hairdresser or something?"
"I studied it a little, but that's not what I want to do," Angie said. "I'm at the community college here. Management studies, like that. Shaving's just sort of a hobby of mine."
Joe's eyebrows lifted at that, and for a moment, Joy thought she'd given away too much about herself. He merely grunted at her statement, though. He was "good with his hands, but," as Joy said, and besides, something else was on his mind.
An obviously sexual gleam flashed in his eyes. "You did a very nice job on yourself, Angie."
Doing her best to act embarrassed, she turned away. "Oh, you saw me," she said.
"Sorry, it was an accident." He sounded flustered.
Turning back to him sharply, Angie looked him in the eyes and grinned. "Good. I wanted you to." She blew him a kiss, then lowered a shoulder strap to expose a small, cone-shaped breast. Lust flashed in Joe's eyes, then he quickly turned to the doorway.
"We'll have to talk about this somewhere else," he said. "Cover up, okay?"
The fabric of her dress slid over Angie's tit as she pulled the shoulder strap back on. The bathroom door clicked open, and a towel-clad Joy emerged. "I put a little skin lotion on," she said
as she sat down at the table.
"Yeah, it'll be tender for a little while," Angie replied. "And you'll have to freshen it up every couple of weeks. I can do that, if you want. In fact, I can do yours while I freshen up mine-" Casting Joe an embarrassed glance, she quickly turned away.
A look of confusion spread over his face, and he got up to get another beer.
Joy laughed, "Just girl talk, honey. Don't mind us a bit."