Chapter 5
Rita flushed with excitement. She hurried to the kitchen, made them a pitcher of screwdrivers: orange juice and vodka; Lee came out to help.
"They sure taste good," Lee observed after a lengthy gulp.
Rita refilled the teenager's glass. Her eyes danced off the girl's cheap white blouse, the swell of her breasts. The feeling was stronger now, and she said, "Do you have to be home at any particular time, Lee?"
"Heck, no!" She took another long gulp from her glass.
Rita watched her, pleased by the recklessness with which the teenager consumed her drink. She said, "Well, then I guess we'll have to get good and drunk."
The teenager wanted to seem grown-up. They all did. And now Lee assumed a cocky stance, leaned spread-legged against the sink, and she said:
"If we're gonna get drunk, then what are we waiting for?"
"Right," Rita agreed, and they both finished another drink.
The teenager loosened up considerably. She wasn't drunk not on just this little bit but she spoke more glibly, openly asked Rita for a cigarette, and she wasn't the least bit abashed at unbuttoning her blouse when Rita suggested the apartment was warm.
They returned to the front room after Rita had made a fresh batch of drinks; Rita slouched on the divan and the teenager drew up a chair and came beside her.
The drinking spree gained momentum, and there was no need for Rita to coax the teenager to the vodka; without any encouragement, she drank as she pleased, and often.
The drinks took their toll; this was inevitable. And it was also inevitable especially after the drinks that the teenager's discourse would then include boys. And she was frank startlingly so admitting that she had never gone all the way with a boy, admitting that she wanted to, admitting that she was afraid.
Rita was the unequivocal advocate of sin. "You don't know what you're missing," she said, mystery in her voice.
"What's it-like?"
"Having sex relations with a boy."
"Yeah."
"like heaven," Rita answered with a sigh. And then she went on to describe the sex act in graphic detail. She lingered over the four-letter words, unashamedly explored all the lurid avenues of sex, breathed passion and excitement into every sentence.
The teenager was an avid listener. She swallowed every intimate detail, her eyes swelled with interest, and by the end of the conversation she was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together, heightening her excitement.
"It gives you goose bumps all over, just hearing about it," she said.
"I know," Rita answered. A tumultuous sigh rocked her body. "And if we had some boys here right now...."
"Yeahhhh," the teenager agreed, hugging herself. "And I could have Joey."
"Who's Joey."
"My steady."
"The one you were telling me about?" Rita asked. "Uh, huh. And he doesn't have to have a mountain fall on him to get fresh, either. Sex is just about all he ever thinks of."
"And you never.. ? "
"Never! I've been scared to."
"Are you scared tonight?"
The teenager gulped half of another screwdriver. "I don't think I'd be scared of anything tonight." She continued hugging herself.
"You mean...."
"I don't know," she shrugged. "But...." Her eyes grew misty, distant. "...could we talk about something else?"
Rita suppressed a chuckle. The teenager was obviously stimulated by such talk and couldn't stand much more of it.
"I'm sorry," Rita offered. "We shouldn't be talking about such things."
"Oh, I don't mind talking about them. It's just that...."
"What?"
"Well...."
"Yes?"
"Well ... Miss Lyons, doesn't it do something to you when you talk about boys and things like that?"
Rita decided to play the naive lamb a while longer. She said:
"Is it suppose to do something?"
"Well
Rita was gripped with excitement. The teenager had allowed her skirt to slide halfway up her thighs. She fingered the hem.
"You were saying...." Rita coaxed her.
"About boys," Lee said after a pause. "When you talk about 'em, doesn't it make you...."
"Yes?"
"Doesn't it make you hot?" She blushed.
After a brief wait, Rita answered, "Yes, it does." And then catching her feelings before they went completely out of control, she added: "So we'll talk about something else. All right?"
The teenager readily agreed; however, in a matter of minutes, the young girl was again talking about boys specifically, her Joey:
"He never leaves his hand in one place for very long. He-likes to travel all over." And she rushed on to describe their last visit to a drive-in theatre, the excitement of their kisses, Joey's sweaty hands, the strange irregular rhythm of his breathing.
Hearing the description brought Rita to new and nearly uncontrollable passion. She wanted to fight the maddening effects of Dr. Grossman's compelling drug effects that were sweeping her rapidly toward the chaotic brink of lesbianism. Her nerves were in shambles, her hands refused to remain still. And no matter how much she tried, she couldn't remove her meaningful dark eyes from the wonderment of Lee's clean virginal body. Her hungry stares coveted the lush upturn of the teenager's provocative breasts, the pert red of her hot little mouth, and the brazen exposure of her enticing thighs.
When Rita couldn't stand it any longer, when her desires threatened to overrun her will to resist, she disappeared to the kitchen, leaving Lee to the amusement of the hi-fi. She poked around the refrigerator, gave her feelings a chance to subside; but the stalling was futile. There was no reprieve from the weird desires that throbbed in her loins just the telephone.
Yes, she could phone Dr. Grossman, tell him it was happening, that the lesbian urges he had warned her of had crawled to the surface. She could imagine the pudgy little medic rushing to her apartment, injecting her with some counter-drug, abruptly discontinuing the use of Hypothalmic-322. But at the same time, she recognized the terrible consequences, because without Dr. Grossman's drug, she'd be her wretched former self: A melancholy Cinderella who was afraid of the world. Nevertheless, and the hell with the consequences, she decided to phone the doctor.
She was halfway to the phone when Lee stopped her and said:
"Could I try that bikini on now, Miss Lyons?"
Rita turned and looked down at her. Lee was kneeling in front of a stack of records. Her knees were parted slightly; Rita saw the dim outline of her under-panties. Desire consumed her. Good intentions dissolved; and then she invented new resolutions: She'd call the doctor after the teenager left the apartment; she could fight this thing if she really tried.
"If I can find it," Rita said, and she hurried to the bedroom dresser. Lee followed her; the bikini was quickly located: a skimpy triangle of 51-gauge black mesh nylon.
"Take your clothes off and try it on," Rita said. "I'll mix up some fresh drinks."
In the kitchen, her hands were unsteady; she was afraid to face her thoughts. Unbridled weird sexual desires danced closer and closer to the surface; how much longer could she resist them?
Suddenly, she heard herself say:
"Hurry up, Lee."
And then from behind the bedroom door, Lee was shouting:
"I'll be right out." And a pause; and then: "Boy, there sure isn't much to this rig."
"D'ya like it?" Rita called to the closed bedroom door.
"It's super!"
"You'll find some spike-heeled shoes in the closet Maybe they'll fit you."
"Where?"
'In the closet. In the back." She waited briefly. "Did you find 'em?"
"Yeah, And, man! Are they ever something!" She opened the bedroom door.
Rita gasped. The creamy whiteness of the teenager's body left Rita limp with desire. The young girl's swollen breasts threatened to burst from their delicate captivity. The pink of her nipples was easily visible; hiding things was not among the bikini's abilities.
"The shoes are kind of tight," Lee observed.
Rita dropped her gaze. The patent leather skyscrapers were elegant they gave the teenager's splendid legs all the majestic curviness they so warmly deserved.
"Turn around, Lee."
The teenager obeyed. Rita sucked in her breath. Desire swan over her. The youngster's firm behind was pressing its way out of the skimpy, bikini bottom. Her ivory cheeks strained for release.
"You look wonderful!" Rita declared. "I can't believe it."
The teenager flashed her a look of pleasure. She reached for the fresh drink that Rita offered. "I sure feel different," she said.
"And now you're a model, " Rita said with crowning pride. "Are you glad?"
"Glad?" Lee's eyes swam with happiness. Tm positively delirious." She rushed into Rita's arms to give her a hug, and it was the triggering of Fate: a spontaneous embrace that led only to hell.
Rita couldn't help herself. The moment the half-naked teenager swept into her arms, Rita was beyond the command of will-power. Her arms encircled the nymphet's breath-taking beauty, her delicate body.
"Ohhhh, Leeee!! ! ! "
Her hands sought the draw string of the teenager's halter. She loosened it, felt the filmy fabric drop away. She met Lee's intense gaze with one of her own. Slowly, Rita's eyes dropped to the teenager's magnificent nipples. Desire went berserk.
Her mouth descended, trapped one of the teenager's pinkened offerings. Savage yearnings caused her to tear at Lee's bikini bottom. Lee moaned, but she made no effort to stop Rita. Plainly, she didn't want Rita to stop; and now there was no turning back. They were catapulted by a passion that neither of them really understood, sought the secrets of forbidden love.
Rita drew the girl to the bedroom. A beast within her was controlling her every action, plummeting her toward a degradation from which there was no return, but there was no turning back now.
They fell to the bed. Propelled by some invisible force, Rita pressed her hand upward between the teenager's thighs. Her other hand coveted the creamy softness of the girl's breasts. Compliance was Lee's stock-in-trade.
Rita tested the springiness of Lee's voluptuous breasts, came atop her and planted lingering kisses on the teenager's passion-racked face. There were kisses and more kisses, whispered blandishments, and tickling endearments. The lamps provoked no embarrassment and Lee went wild when Rita's rich warm lips trapped her in sin.
Unable to rebel against herself, Rita continued her unholy tryst, kissing the teenager's body with mounting ardor until, caught up in the same aggressive desire, Lee exploded and delivered mutual caresses to Rita.
Nakedness and total abandon soon prevailed; and engulfed by a maelstrom of electrifying passion, they merged upon the outer limits of ecstasy and heaven the mysterious open sesame to twisted love.
The teenaged girl crawled on top of Rita. She fondled her own breasts; then Rita's. Her eyes were tortured. Frantic, she bit at her lips.
"Ohhhh, Rita ... Rita, it's so...."
"So what, Lee? Tell me?"
"So wonderful. I never did anything like this before and...."
"Are you ashamed?"
"Ashamed? Oh, no! No! How could ... how could you be ashamed of anything that ... that felt so good?" She pumped her hips against Rita's body. Rita joined the movement. Her hands caressed Lee's backside.
"Kiss me, Lee. All over. Everywhere!! ! ! "
The young girl's mouth dripped with honey and desire. Her warm lips savored the sweetness of Rita's body. Her tongue was aflame. In turn, she set Rita's pulsating body aflame.
"Lee ... Lee, d'ya think ... I mean, can you?"
And Lee knew. And the answer: Yes, she could.
"When?" Rita pleaded. "When?"
"Now. Right nowwwww...."
"Ohhhh, Lee!" And Rita pounded her body against the distraught teenager in the movement of Adam toward Eve: a moment of madness when maleness was hardly needed.
And afterwards when the lull of contentment had passed and they spoke about dressing Lee sat on the edge of the bed and clutched the spike-heeled shoes to her naked breasts, and she said:
"Rita, do you think I'll make a good model?"
Guilt set in, but only momentarily; because then Rita was smiling, appraising the teenager's nudity, and compelled by forces she could no longer comprehend, she was saying:
"You'll be the hottest model in Temple City. In fact...." She threw Lee a knowing glance. "...you already are!"