Chapter 5
"I'm not an alcoholic, Jessica," Carol said firmly. "I like to get a little tipsy so I can relax and enjoy sex. That night was an exception. I drink too much so rarely, I can't remember the last time I did before then, and I haven't since then."
"I didn't say that you are an alcoholic, Carol," Jessica replied softly, "and getting tipsy once in a while doesn't make you one."
"Well, just so you know, I've had several sessions with a counselor, and she says that I'm very normal. I don't know if anyone is normal, but it makes me feel better." She took another sip of coffee. "Your body fascinates me. I mean, you're tall, but your tits are so big and firm."
"I inherited them, Carol. My mother's are big. All the women on her side of the family have big tits. In high school, I tried out for the cheerleading squad, and the faculty adviser said that I jiggled too much. I'm a pretty good swimmer, but they slowed me down, so I didn't make the squad. I took refuge in books, and became a straight A student."
"You're so smart," Carol said. "You weren't wearing a bra that night. Do you ever wear one? I mean, I can't tell if you're wearing one now."
"I'm not. I can't find one that doesn't pinch. They stand up all by themselves, so I said to hell with it. I don't know what I'm going to do when I get older and they start to sag."
"Maybe they won't," Carol said. "I know a couple of women in their forties who're built like you, and theirs don't sag." She took another sip of coffee, then said quietly, "Will you show them to me again? I mean, if it wouldn't embarrass you. You flipped your top up and down so quickly that night, I didn't get to look at them as long as I wanted to."
Jessica pulled her top up and arched her back slightly to make her tits stand out further.
Carol gazed steadily at the large, firm mounds. "They're beautiful," she said softly. "You're very proud of them, aren't you?"
"I might as well be," Jessica laughed, "I'm stuck with them."
"I wish mine were as big. May I touch them?"
Everything started coming together for Jessica. Carol got tipsy so she could relax and enjoy sex, and she was tipsy now. Since Jessica was the only one present, she had to be the one Carol wanted to make it with!
"Sure, I don't mind," Jessica replied.
Carol caressed both tits lovingly, then leaned over and kissed each nipple. "Ohhh, they're delightful," she whispered.
"Flattery will get you more than you might expect," Jessica teased. She didn't know what caused her to act so boldly. She didn't have much practice at it, not with another woman anyway. Maybe the session with Hillary and Warren had something to do with it. "You make it with women, don't you?"
"Yes," Carol said quietly. "I don't often get the chance, though."
"Does Jack know?"
"Good God, no," Carol exclaimed. "He'd shit his pants if he even though that I do."
"You aren't swingers, then?"
"I wish we were," Carol said, "then everything would be so much easier for me, but Jack would have a stroke if I even mentioned it to him. He can't stand it when men ogle me, so you can imagine how he would react to the idea of another man fucking me."
"Or watching you go down on another woman." Jessica started to pull her top down.
"Don't," Carol said quickly, "let me look at them some more. They're so pretty, so enticing."
Jessica smiled. "Do you want to lick my pussy? Is that why you invited me over here this morning?"
Carol looked at Jessica a long time without speaking, her eyes soft, her expression thoughtful.
Jessica drank her coffee and waited. After a while, she began to think that she'd misjudged the situation. "Penny for your thoughts," she said.
"Yes, I want to lick your pussy," Carol said quietly. "I want to make love to you." She scooted her chair over and rubbed her knee against Jessica's. "Have you ever made it with a woman?"
Jessica breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Yes, once, but not one-on-one," she replied. "Her husband was present. I've known her a long time, and we've always been so competitive. I spent the night with them, and we tried to outdo each other, but it was friendly competition, and we all had each other so many times, I thought my knees were made of sponge rubber. The next morning, after breakfast, I ate her out and sucked him off, then they had to go to work."
"God, that sounds like fun," Carol mused. "Was that your first threesome?"
"Yes."
"Did you like it when she did you, and you did her?"
"Yes, very much. Eating her pussy and making her cum gave me a unique thrill."
"Did you cum every time? When he fucked you and she ate you out, I mean?"
"Oh, yes," Jessica said, "every time I did anything with either of them."
Carol patted Jessica's cheek tenderly. "Let's go to bed, darling, and make love. Just the two of us, without having to worry about satisfying a man or protecting his fragile ego. I'm very good, and I can make you feel so good."
"You won't have to work at it," Jessica laughed. "I'm an easy lay. Touch me just right, and I can guarantee an explosive orgasm."
"Intelligent and beautiful and sexy, and a wonderful sense of humor. Having you as a friend and lover is going to be loads of fun."
"I have to go back to college in the fall," Jessica said.
"But you'll come home between semesters and during the summer," Carol said. "I can live with that." She took Jessica's hand and led her to the bedroom, then hugged Jessica and kissed her passionately. "Darling, will you introduce me to the woman you did the threesome with?"
"I'll have to ask her," Jessica replied.
"I understand," Carol said. "I really would like to meet her. I know so few women who go both ways."
"She might want you to do a threesome with them. She-likes to watch her husband fuck other women."
"Oh, darling, if she licks my pussy, I'll do anything she wants," Carol exclaimed.
Carol kissed Jessica on the lips, then smiled with anticipation as she undressed her and kissed each part of her body as she bared it. She stepped back and looked at the stately young blonde with sparkling eyes.
"You're so beautiful," Carol said softly, "and I simply love the color of your bush. Did Jack ever try to fuck you?"
"No," Jessica replied softly.
"I think he probably did, and you're just trying to spare me, but that's okay. I don't care one way or the other. If he didn't, he's a damn fool. If you want him to, that's okay, I won't make a fuss. Just don't let him do it to you in the car. Make him take you to a nice motel and treat you right."
"If I had turned you down, would you make a fuss about Jack fucking me?"
"You're very perceptive," Carol smiled. "I don't care if he fucks you as long as I can. I'll even tell you what he-likes and dislikes if you want. But you must never tell him that you and I are lovers. He'd never understand."
"It isn't my place to tell him anything," Jessica said, "but tell me something. You're his wife, and if you don't think he's a good lover, why would I want him?"
"Oh, you're priceless, darling," Carol laughed. She started undressing. "You do want me naked, don't you?"
The question was superfluous. Jessica was eating Carol up with her eyes, and followed every move her hands made as she undressed.
When the last of her clothes were gone, Carol posed for Jessica, displaying her body proudly. Although smaller than Jessica's, by a lot, Carol's tits were beautiful, and her plump little mound was completely bare.
Jessica had seen Hillary's hairy pussy up close and personal, and the prospect of looking at Carol's bald pussy as long as she wished was terribly exciting. "I've never seen a bald pussy," she said softly.
"One of my two girlfriends-likes to lick a bare pussy, so I let her shave me," Carol said. "Once I got used to it, I liked it."
"I think it's pretty," Jessica said.
"I had a hell of a time explaining it to Jack. I don't know why he made such a fuss. He doesn't really care one way or the other, and he makes me almost beg before he goes down on me." Carol cupped her tits and caressed the shapely mounds. "I get hot just looking at you, Jessica. We're going to have a wonderful time. Do you like to look at my naked body?"
"Yes," Jessica whispered, her mouth dry, her throat constricted, "very much."
"You're as much a bisexual as I am," Carol said.
"Yes, I guess I am. I didn't know until I did that threesome, and the woman went down on me. To tell you the truth, she licked my pussy better than any man I've ever been with."
"That's been my experience, too," Carol said.
"That's one of the reasons I like to make it with women. That night when you flashed your tits, I wanted you so badly, but I couldn't say or do anything without letting Jack know the truth about me, and then there would have been hell to pay. I had to sneak into the bathroom and get myself off twice before I could go to sleep."
Carol pulled Jessica to her and hugged her, and their tits rubbing together made Jessica's blood race faster and hotter. Carol put her hands under Jessica's ass and stood on her toes and pressed their mounds together and began a gentle grinding motion.
Jessica put her arms around Carol's back and held on tight, her passion building and her pussy getting wetter by the moment. The more Carol rubbed and hunched against her, the shallower and faster her breathing became, and she experienced such delightful sensations, feelings that she'd never felt. She wondered if Hillary knew about rubbing pussies. She was a committed swinger and bisexual, so she must, but they hadn't dry-fucked each other. She liked it, and had to remember to mention it the next time they got together.
"You must have a pretty big clit," Carol said softly. "I can feel it rubbing against mine."
"I don't know," Jessica whispered. "I've seen only one other one, besides my own, I mean."
"It's going to feel so good between my lips," Carol said. "Do you like the way our tits feel rubbing together? Do you like the feel of my pussy rubbing on yours? Does it excite you as much as it does me?"
"Oh, God, yes," Jessica exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Yes, it excites me, and I like it so much, I'm going to cum!"
"Super, darling," Carol whispered hotly, "that's exactly what I want you to do!"