Chapter 6
Dorothy Caldwell sat in the back of the bus, too uncertain of herself to approach the brunette she had followed from the apartment house. Still, she would not give up hope that something would happen. Perhaps the woman would notice her finally and open the conversation, and conversation that might lead almost anywhere.
Dorothy was prepared for anything. She knew what she wanted now and awaited her in the dark shadowy world of strange lusts. She knew exactly what she was, and she had resigned herself to it.
No, it was not a matter of resignation, but of discovery. She must not think of it as sinful in any way. She could not help the way she felt, and she must never feel ashamed.
Dorothy had been so engrossed with her thoughts that for a moment she did not realize that the woman she had been following had stood up. The bus was pulling up at a corner. The brunette made her way toward the door.
Leaping up in a sudden panic, Dorothy dropped her purse. By the time she picked it up, the woman had already stepped off the bus. Dorothy hurried out the door and stood on the curb for a moment to get her bearings.
Then she saw the woman walking slowly along the sidewalk. Dorothy walked after her, the sharp click of her heels marking time with the rapid beating of her heart.
There was a blinking neon sign at the far end of the block, and it was there that the woman turned in. Dorothy quickened her step. It was a bar called Club Savoy, an ordinary small night club at least on the outside. But when Dorothy stepped through the door she saw that it was different than most bars. So very different.
The place was filled to overflowing. And the most amazing thing of all she did not see one male in the whole crowd. It was true that some of the women were dressed in slacks and wore their hair unusually short. But from the moment that she realized where she was, Dorothy had been prepared to expect this. It was almost the natural order of things.
Only a short while ago she might have felt out of place in such a bar. But now all that was changed. A faint glow of anticipation began to warm her stomach.
She searched the bar for a place to sit down, but every seat seemed to be taken. There were couples dancing on the floor, and all of them were women. There was no shame here, for they clung to each other tightly, openly embracing.
She continued to stand in the doorway uncertainly, and then she made her way through the noisy crowd to a small empty table in the far corner.
She clutched her purse and waited until a short-haired blonde girl wearing an apron over her slacks came up and looked at her questioningly.
"Scotch and water," Dorothy said hesitantly, and the girl walked back to the bar.
In a moment her drink was before her, but Dorothy was not interested in liquor. She sat entranced, watching the women dancing on the floor, remembering the lustful passion she had witnessed only a short time ago.
"Hello, sweetie-"
It was then that she realized that she had not seen the dark-haired woman she had been following. It did not really matter now, for she had been led to the place she wanted to find. She was with her own kind, and she would find someone to share the night with. She was convinced of that.
Dorothy glanced up at the smiling woman who hovered over her. The woman's hair was cut as short as any man's, and there was not a trace of make-up on her face. She had a heavy body which seemed hard and square inside the tight sweater she wore. There was only a trace of bulge where her breasts should be.
Dorothy shuddered a little inwardly, for the woman was not at all pretty. This was not what she was searching for. She felt no attraction to this woman at all. In fact, she felt a slight revulsion.
"Can I buy you a drink?" said the woman huskily.
"I have one, thanks-" Dorothy replied quickly.
She glanced away, knowing that the woman was waiting for an invitation to sit down. But Dorothy did not want her to sit, she wanted nothing to do with her at all. She was determined to avoid the woman, even if it meant being rude.
In a moment the woman got the message and walked away. But almost at once another woman appeared beside Dorothy's table. She was far much more attractive, because she did not try to cover her femininity with a masculine facade.
Her dark reddish hair lay softly around her pale oval face. She wore make-up tastefully. Her smile was warm and friendly. And most of all, she wore a clinging jersey dress which accentuated the pleasing contours of her figure.
"Mind if I sit down?" the woman asked gently.
"Please do-" Dorothy responded, unable to hide the eagerness in her voice.
"I saw you give that butch the brush-off-" The woman smiled and ran the pink tip of her tongue across her lips. "I decided you might prefer my company-"
"Yes I do," Dorothy admitted.
She heard the sudden sharp intake of her own breath when she discovered the woman's hand on her leg. Her whole body went stiff, and then she relaxed.
"We both know why we're here, don't we, darling?" the woman said sweetly. "Why don't we go up to my place? It's only a couple of blocks-"
Dorothy's blood began to tingle as her pulse pounded wildly through her veins. The hand was moving slowly upward, stimulating her beyond belief. There was an instant of hesitation, and then she spoke in a quavering voice.
"Yes if you want me-"
"I want you very much, my dear." The woman's smile was tender and caressing. "I'm Sharon Bentley. I guess we should know one another, since we're going to become friends."
"I'm Dorothy Caldwell-"
"Do you want to finish your drink, Dorothy?"
"I don't really want it. Can we go?"
"Of course, darling-"
Her heart was pounding furiously as she followed Sharon toward the front door. The moment they were on the street Sharon moved closer and Dorothy felt the gentle pressure of an arm around her waist.
There was a moment of shock when she realized that this was happening to her in public where people might see and understand. But what did it really matter? She had nothing to hide. She had been hiding her true self far too long. Now it was time to release all her pent-up hungers. It was a time to be free and unashamed.
They turned the corner and started down a dark street. In the center of the block Sharon tightened her hold on Dorothy's waist and stopped in the shadows.
Dorothy closed her eyes and permitted herself to be kissed. From the very beginning it was warm, and then it became fire. She parted her lips to admit the probing tongue and at the same time wrapped her arms tighter around her new-found lover. The warmth and nearness of Sharon's body was delightful. Her head was spinning with emotion.
Dorothy felt Sharon's hands move downward along her flanks, then to a more intimate place. Her body trembled under the stroking touch of that exploring hand.
"Darling-" she sighed, and held Sharon even tighter as if she feared she might somehow escape.
At last the kiss ended, and both women stood weaving with the intensity of their desire. Their breathing sounded heavy and rasping in the dark.
"This is no place to get all fired up," Sharon whispered, giving a little laugh. "We'd better get to my place fast or I won't be responsible-"
"Yes let's hurry," Dorothy agreed.
Sharon took her by the hand and led her along the dark street, almost running in her haste. Then they were going up a long stairwell, down a dimly lighted hall. Dorothy trembled with impatience while Sharon fumbled in her purse for the key. She finally got the door open, and they went inside.
Sharon did not turn on the light at first, but grabbed Dorothy once more. In the darkness she felt the fumbling of a hand as it sought to enter her blouse. Then cool fingers were fond-dling her breasts, having slipped beneath the bra.
Dorothy caught her breath.
"Oh, how lovely-"
Sharon cut off her words with a passionate kiss. Sharon's hand continued to tease, her fingers pinching and stroking the rigid nipple of one breast.
Dorothy found herself drifting in a trance of pure happiness. Sharon took the iniative, directing her toward the bed loosening Dorothy's clothing and pulling it away until she stood naked and trembling with the violence of her need.
Then for a moment Sharon went away. But when she returned she too was in the nude. Dorothy gasped when a pair of soft breasts touched against her own. Sharon's arms held her tightly while her wet lips smeared Dorothy's mouth.
Growing bolder, Dorothy slid her hands downward, exploring soft forbidden flesh. She felt the curve of Sharon's back, the roundness of her buttocks. Her fingers pressed against the pliant globes.
Suddenly Sharon broke away.
"Lie down on the bed, darling. I'll put on a light. I want to see you-" There were little tremors of excitement in Sharon's voice. "You're so lovely "
The darkness was suddenly shattered when a small lamp came on beside the bed. It was covered by a pink shade, which subdued the lighting in the room. Everything was suffused by a soft, warm glow.
Dorothy's breath stopped short in her throat when she saw Sharon's lovely naked body. Her breasts were lush and heavy, tipped with circlets of a delicate pink and twin throbbing nipples. The fullness of her thighs and the smooth little belly held Dorothy entranced.
Sharon smiled with pleasure at Dorothy's adoring glances. Turning slowly, she displayed her charms proudly. And then she fell upon the bed.
Dorothy moaned at the first contact of warm, engulfing lips upon her throbbing breast. She closed her eyes and fell back upon the bed while Sharon's hungering mouth continued to devour her quaking flesh.
Feverishly Dorothy began to toss as though trying to escape the delicious torment. Her hands sought Sharon's head, stroked the coppery softness of her hair.
There was a moment of chill when the mouth moved away from Dorothy's breast. But then it attached itself to the other and began to caress, drawing the nipple into tingling hardness. A shudder passed along Dorothy's spine. She bit her lip and uttered a low moan of sheer ecstasy.
It was impossible for her to lie still. Her body thrashed with wild abandon upon the mattress, for her excitement was more than she could contain. Never had she experienced such exquisite madness. And this was only the beginning. There was to be even more to come ... so many intimate delights...
Both of them thrashed wildly upon the bed, quivering through ecstasy. Dorothy felt herself torn apart by a volcanic eruption which sent her spinning through space. She was caught up in the vortex of her flaming passion. She clung tenaciously to her lover's soft body while she experienced the most blissful delirium she had ever known.