Chapter 11
The Lesbian Affair
It was a pleasant, balmy night. Tony sucked in great lungfuls of salt-tinged ocean air as he strode along the beach, headed for Frankie's apartment. The air smelled good after being cooped up in a close apartment for two days. And the new clothing was beginning to feel luxurious and expensive against his skin; he felt well-dressed, dapper. His old cockiness was returning.
A full moon rose over the ocean, its rays sparkling in the whitecaps as they humped their backs and rolled into shore. Every now and then Tony could see the dark shape of a sea bird, silhouetted briefly against the glowing face of the moon. It was a clear night and the stars hung in the sky like fat clusters of silver grapes.
Tony left the beach and trudged up a sea shell walkway to the swanky motel where Frankie and her iceberg roommate were staying. Some of his cocky assurance began to melt as he walked up to the apartment door.
He couldn't figure the dark-haired nymph. Maybe she hated all men, not just Tony. He shrugged. She couldn't do any more than spit in his eye and slam the door in his face.
Through slightly cracked Venetian blinds, Tony could see a dim light somewhere in the apartment. He tapped on the door, waited a few seconds, then rapped louder. No answer. He tried the door and found it unlocked. He opened it a crack. "Frankie? Anybody home?"
There was no sound in the apartment except the loud ticking of a leather-bound travel clock on a coffee table. Tony stepped inside. The two girls probably were still out on the beach, he decided. The apartment smelled feminine. The odor of Evon's spicy, exotic perfume blended with the more clearly pungent smell of Frankie's. There was also the odor of talcum powder and makeup. It smelled nice exciting.
Tony closed the door. The light came from the giant stone lamp in the corner; the rest of the apartment was dark. The doors to both bedrooms were open, the beds rumpled and unmade. Clothing was scattered about.
Tony hesitated, then walked into Evon's bedroom. The brunette girl still mystified and intrigued him.
The odor of her exotic perfume was strong in the room. Tony glanced down at a chair where a bra and a pair of blue nylon panties lay. Grinning, he picked up the panties. Embroidered across one side was the word, Monday.
Tony's grin broadened. How about that? She had a pair for each day of the week. He wondered what color she was wearing today.
Tony caressed the flimsy, perfumed garment, running the nylon through his fingers. He wished, dreamily, that the woman they belonged to was in them, hot flesh responding to his touch.
Tony reluctantly tossed the panties back into the chair and walked into the living room. He looked around the apartment again, saw no one, and uncapped a bottle of bourbon which was sitting on a coffee table. He found a glass, poured himself a generous drink and recapped the bottle.
Tony wandered about the apartment, idly looking at the assortment of feminine paraphernalia scattered about. He noticed a sliding glass door leading to a patio off Frankie's bedroom. The door had been covered by drawn drapes on Tony's last visit. He walked over, slid the door open and peered outside.
The patio was small, but private. It was tastefully landscaped with several potted plants flanking a curved white shell walkway. It was enclosed by a high redwood fence.
Tony walked outside, leaving the door open slightly. Sipping his drink, he paced about the patio, then sat down in a lounge chair near the door. He leaned back, watching the moon rising above the palm trees. It was quiet and restful.
He finished his drink and set his glass down on the shelled walkway. He leaned back and stretched. The unusual quiet was making him drowsy. He loosened his tie and settled more comfortably into the soft cushions of the chair. He closed his eyes with the intention of resting them for a moment. ...
The naked brunette nymph lay on the rock in the lagoon, propped up on one elbow, smiling at him. She beckoned him to come to her and Tony waded into the warm water. But as he waded toward her, she seemed to grow farther away. He waded faster, but her image continued to diminish. He heard giggling and thought it was the nymph laughing at his futile efforts.
Tony stirred and opened his eyes. He was still sitting in the lounge chair on the patio. The moon had passed out of sight behind the palms. He realized the giggling was coming from inside Frankie's apartment.
Tony leaned forward and peered through the partially opened sliding door. The bedroom was dark, but there was a light on in the bathroom and the door was open. There was more giggling, then a squeal, and several popping noises. Tony saw shadows flitting across the walls in the bathroom.
There was an unusually loud popping sound, followed by a squeal of pain. Frankie, completely naked, backed into the lighted doorway. Her red hair was piled atop her head, secured by a ribbon, as though she had just finished showering. She was holding a white bath towel.
Frankie laughed and swung the towel in little circles, tightening it, her super breasts bounce-dancing. She was having a towel fight with someone.
Frankie flicked the towel out and Tony heard a pop and squeal. Then the end of a blue towel blurred out and caught Frankie across her lush butt.
"Oh!" Frankie cried. "Dammit, Evon, that stung."
Frankie lashed out with her towel in mock ferociousness, then ran into the bedroom. Evon glided through the doorway, her lithe olive-golden body still glistening with droplets from her shower.
As Tony watched wide-eyed, the two girls squared off in the semi-gloom of the bedroom, curling their damp towels, then smacking each other across the hips and buttocks.
Even in the gloom, the girls' bodies were an exciting contrast. Frankie was short, robustly curved, her oversized breasts hanging forward heavily. A delightful opposite, Evon was tall, statuesque, head held high with regal pride, like an Egyptian princess; her willowy body had the slight, yet intriguing, curves of a virgin, her breasts firmly erect and slightly uptilted, capped by tiny pink nipples, fragile as young curled rose buds.
Evon dropped her towel, and, like a fashion model on a ramp, advanced toward Frankie with exquisite grace. She threw her shoulders back, swelling her finely formed breasts, offering her body to Frankie's slapping towel. Evon gracefully sidestepped a flick of the towel, reached out with slender, graceful arms and embraced the red-haired girl's body. Evon moistened Cupid's-bow lips, dark eyes flashing with sudden desire. She looked down where her tannish-golden breasts were pressing into Frankie's white satiny mounds. She lowered her shoulders so that her little nipples touched, then meshed with Frankie's large blood-red ones: cherries touching strawberries in an exotic breast cocktail. Evon bent forward and kissed Frankie full on the mouth.
The taller girl was the aggressor; Frankie submitted passively to her fervent kisses, eyes amused, yet with a hint of smoky passion. Evon's lips moved down to Frankie's throat, slid lower to the arching breasts. Frankie embraced the taller girl's long, exquisite neck, pushing her head down to her hypersensitive nipples. Frankie's mouth twisted in passion. Evon raised her lips to Frankie's ear. Tony saw oval lipstick marks on Frankie's breasts.
"Oh, Frankie, dearest," Evon breathed in the gloom. "I love you. I love you. Let me make love to you. I want to make you moan in happiness."
Evon tugged at Frankie, urging her over to the bed. She grasped one of Frankie's breasts, caressing it, long red nails pressing deeply into the soft, white flesh.
The two girls moved out of Tony's line of sight. He heard springs squeak as their bodies settled onto the bed.
Tony sat transfixed in the lounge chair. A sickening feeling rose in his stomach. Watching their perversion was like seeing a grotesque, warped example of nature at a carnival freak show. Yet his feelings were mixed. He was sexually aroused by the sight of their gorgeous naked bodies. He was sweating lightly in his new clothes.
The sound of a noisy kiss came from the bedroom then a low moan. The bed creaked again as bodies shifted.
Tony heard Evon's husky whisper: "Oh, Frankie, let me make love to you. I can give you more pleasures than those beach boys. I know just where it feels best for you."
The bed creaked again and Frankie moaned in rapture. The odor of their perspiring, perfumed bodies reached Tony's nostrils. His pulse rate stepped up.
How about that Evon a lesbian! His masculine ego surged somewhat: It was good at least to learn that she was cold to all men, not just him alone. Yet his feelings were tinged with bitterness. It was such a damned waste of an excitingly attractive woman.
Bodies shifted on the bed again, then Frankie's husky, passionate voice whispered: "Oh, Evon, that's it. That's it. Oh, Lord!" Her cry faded into a low guttural moan; then there was silence in the room.
The bed creaked and Evon's gleaming, naked body flashed by the door and disappeared into the bathroom.
Tony drew a deep, nervous breath and rose. What was he to do? Scale the fence so they'd never know he'd witnessed their little perverted love scene? He looked at the fence, measuring its height.
A noise at the sliding door startled him. He turned sharply. Frankie, still naked, was pulling the door closed. She glanced up and saw him. Her hand froze and her mouth opened to scream.
Tony took a hasty step toward her. "It's me, Frankie Tony. I've been asleep in the lounge chair here."
Frankie's mouth closed, but her eyes were still wide in surprise. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was standing there naked.
"How long have you been here?" she asked suspiciously.
Tony knew what she meant. He considered lying, telling her he had been asleep and only had, at that moment, awakened. But bitterness rose inside him, mixed with the pangs of an injured masculine ego that had suffered from seeing two women enjoy intense passion without a man.
"Been awake long?"
"Long enough," Tony said, looking hard into her eyes. He heard the water running in the bathroom.
Frankie became conscious of her nakedness. She leaned down and picked up a towel. She held it to her body, but only succeeded in partially covering her erotic areas. "Come in, Tony."
"How about your roommate?" Tony asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"She's in the bathroom brushing her teeth."
Tony stepped inside and Frankie tugged the sliding door closed. She drew the drapes hastily.
They stood in awkward silence for several seconds, then Frankie looked up at him. "You saw us, didn't you?" Tony nodded.
"I'm not a lesbian," she pointed out hastily. "You must know I'm not after the bout I gave you the last time you were in this bedroom."
He nodded toward the bathroom. "Then why do you let her make love to you?"
She shrugged and one of her strawberry-capped breasts peeked out from behind the towel, like a shy little bunny. "I've told you. I'll do anything for kicks. It's exciting ... and different, you know?" She touched his arm, "I'm not a les, Tony. You believe that, don't you?" It seemed desperately important to her that he not think of her as a queer.
"Yeah, sure, sure." But his voice wasn't very convincing.
In a sudden movement, she whisked away the towel and embraced him, her strong surfing arms squeezing tight around his chest like iron bands. She pulled his head down roughly and kissed him hard on the lips.
Tony's response was cool at first. Somehow, he had the feeling that she was a used woman, tainted by another's perverted lovemaking. But then her wicked little tongue found his and his body warmed as though it had been thrust under a heat lamp. Her eager fingers began to work at the buttons of his clothing. Tony was surprised at the deftness with which she undressed him it seemed only a moment until both of them were naked. She pulled him to her again in a hard embrace and Tony was disturbingly conscious of the hot, outward thrust of her stomach and breasts against him.
She tugged him over to the bed. "Damn you," she hissed. "I'll show you I'm no lez. I'll make love to you until you scream for me to stop."
They fell over onto the rumpled bed, entwined in a tight embrace. Vaguely, Tony heard the water faucet turned off in the bathroom.
Frankie giggled suddenly. She broke free of his embrace, reached down and pulled the covers up over
Tony's head. "We'll surprise Evon," she whispered mischievously. "I've never slept three in a bed before. What a kick it'll be."
Frankie snuggled down beside Tony in the bed, pretending to be asleep. Tony's body was burning with unsatisfied longing. Damn these women! They were as uncertain as the weather.
The bathroom door opened and bare feet padded across the carpet to the bed. Tony felt the bed vibrate as .Evon slipped in beside Frankie. The girl reached out to embrace Frankie's naked body. But Frankie raised suddenly and peeled back the covers. "Surprise, Evon. We have company." She tossed her red hair back and laughed.
Evon's eyes widened. Her lips parted in a little gasp. She screamed and struggled to leave the bed as though it were on fire. But Frankie reached out, grabbed one of her arms and held her fast. The red-haired surf girl was the stronger, and Evon's struggles were in vain.
"Cut it out, Evon," Frankie chided. "It's only Tony. Good God, we're all friends." She shook the brunette girl roughly. "Come on now. Tony's not going to hurt you. We can have a ball. Think of the kicks. Three in a bed "
"Damn you, Frankie!" Evon cried. "Damn you! You know it makes my skin crawl to get close to a man."
Frankie pulled Evon's dark head down to her satiny breasts. She stroked Evon's neck and shoulders, calming her down like a child. Frankie kissed her cheek tenderly.
"Look," Frankie said, patiently, "you stay on this side of the bed and we'll mark it taboo territory for Tony. Okay?"
Evon relaxed a bit, lying down beside Frankie and holding on to her breasts. Unexpectedly, Evon began to cry like an injured child. "I don't want him to make love to you, either," she whimpered. "Don't let him touch you, Frankie. Please don't."
Frankie kissed Evon again, this time on the lips.
"I'm not like you Evon. I just can't be satisfied with your brand of love. I've got to have men, too. You know that. Now hadn't you rather I be open about it, and not try to sneak out for my affairs?"
Evon's hands tightened on the nipples of Frankie's breasts. Her sobs slowly faded. "The bastard had better not touch me," she said, more to Tony than to Frankie. "I'll kill him if he paws me."
Frankie kissed Evon again on the lips hard, passionately, as she would kiss a man. Their lip stick painted lips clung together, stickily resisting separation. Evon's long, dagger-like nails dug into Frankie's giant breasts.
This was more than Tony could take. The sight of the gorgeous, naked women fired his passions, and set his loins to burning. But it was his male ego deeply resentful of lesbian love which spurred him to action.
He reached out and embraced Frankie's flaring hips and buttocks. He slid up in the bed and pulled her hips to him roughly. Hot and ready, she opened to him like a scented flower.
It was crazy, crazy as hell. The scene was a physical representation of Frankie's dual sexual nature. Her orbiting hot hips and lower tummy were man's territory; yet her lips and breasts belonged to Evon. The other girl's head moved down, nodding, as her tongue slid over Frankie's taut, excited nipples, teasing them. Frankie grasped Evon's smaller, firmer breasts and hung on in rapture, moaning. Both facets of Frankie's sexual makeup were being excited to their fullest. In less than a minute her stomach knotted in ecstasy, then broke into rolling spasms.
Frankie's pumping tummy slowly relaxed and her body seemed to cool suddenly as if packed in ice. "God, do I need a reefer," she whispered. "I've got to have one now."
Tony rolled to one side, swearing under his breath. His burning loins throbbed with unsatisfied passion.
Frankie disengaged herself from Evon's reluctant arms, rolled over the brunette girl and got to her feet. She fumbled nervously in a table drawer for her reefers.
Tony raised on an elbow and looked down at the golden-dusky loveliness of Evon. She was lying on her stomach, face buried in a pillow. Her haughty little buttocks taunted him. She was breathing hard in the aftermath of her lesbian passion, one finely chiseled breast rising up, then falling back to the bed rhythmically.
Passion, mixed with anger, was like a fire-brand jabbed into Tony's mind. He growled and lurched toward her. She screamed like an angered fighting cat as his weight thrust down onto her buttocks, pressing her body down into the bed. His strong hands were rough, almost cruel on her buttocks and upper thighs for a moment, then his body lurched forward. A heat, so intense he almost gasped, saturated his lower being. She cried out in pain, then fought him like a spitting, scratching cat. She struggled to rise, but the weight of his body bore down on her. She turned, trying to bite him, but he encircled her neck with a strong arm, his shoulder pressing her face down into the pillow. Tony's hips moved, cruelly pneumatic. She reached back furiously, dagger-like nails bared like a cat's claws. The nails raked Tony's thighs. He felt no pain and his thrusting hips retaliated viciously.
Frankie calmly lighted a reefer and sat down, naked, in an easy chair by the bed. She took a deep drag on the cigarette. Unexpectedly, she threw her head back and laughed. Her lesbian lover was getting laid and Frankie sat in the chair and roared, her laughter washing down over their struggling bodies. It was as though, deep down, she had a hatred for her roommate.
Evon fought him furiously, then Tony sensed a change in her. The heat of her body seemed to intensify. Then suddenly, her nails weren't raking his thighs any more. Instead, her fingers gripped the bed covers. Tony sensed a passion building in her and redoubled his efforts, his loins on fire. Her body ceased threshing and went rigid, as though a thousand volts of current had slammed into it. One of Tony's arms was circling her waist and he felt the little flat stomach turn hard as iron, retch mightily, then break into shivering convulsions. She moaned, then bit the pillow as though she were trying to hide her ecstasy from him. Then his own being shuddered deliciously and plunged into rapture.
Tony's hold on Evon relaxed and she wretched free, leaped to her feet and tinned on him like an enraged tigress. Her fingers curled claw-like as she swung her hands at him. Tony threw up his forearms and the sharp nails raked the flesh. "Goddamn you!" she screamed. "Dirty, filthy bastard!" Her voice choked with emotion and she pivoted, swept up her clothes from a chair and, weeping, ran from the room.
Frankie doubled over in laughter. In a moment, Tony heard the outside door slam as Evon ran from the apartment.