Chapter 11
BY MID-MORNING OF THE NEXT DAY, HELEN still hadn't come to accept the decision which seemed inevitable in the circumstances: to leave Jerry.
The ringing of the telephone ripped into her glum reverie, and she moved like an automaton to answer it.
"Helen? This is Liz Kimbrough. How are you?"
"Oh ... Liz. I'm fine, I guess."
Liz hesitated. "You don't sound very fine. Is your problem the kind that a friend can help you with?" "I don't know. I don't think so." "Try me," Liz urged.
Helen needed someone to talk with, and it took no further coaxing to break her down.
"Oh, Liz..." she cried. "I'm so miserable! Jerry and I are on the verge of breaking up."
"No! Why? What happened? Did the other night have anything to do with it,"
"It had a lot to do with it." Helen sniffled.
She stopped, suddenly fearing that she couldn't discuss the problem with Liz after all. Liz was married to Andy, and it was Andy and his wonderful lovemaking that had brought her situation with Jerry to a head.
"Well, what is it?" Liz prodded.
"I-I can't tell you."
"Nonsense. Of course you can."
She paused, but Helen didn't respond.
"Look," Liz said, "I'm going to drop over. I've got nothing but lime on my hands today, and we're going to have this thing out. It will do you good to talk to someone who's sympathetic."
"But that's just it," Helen insisted. "You can't be sympathetic."
"And why not?"
Helen decided she would have to reveal this much: "Because my problem has to do with ... Andy. And you're married to him."
"You've fallen in love with Andy?" Liz asked cautiously.
"No. I don't believe so. But he was so good to me and ... oh, Liz, you couldn't possibly understand."
The hell she couldn't, Liz thought. It already seemed clear enough-in the light of what had happened the other night and what she knew about both Andy and Jerry.
"I'll be over in half an hour," Liz said quickly. "Now don't run out. You have to talk to someone. Let me be the willing ear."
"All right, Liz," Helen agreed, wondering how it would work out. Nothing could be much worse than it was right now.
She hung up the phone and moved quickly to tidy up the house.
". . . so that's it," Helen said, as the two women sat opposite each other in the living room. "That's where Jerry and I find ourselves right now. There doesn't seem to be any hope of resolving things between us. His pride is involved ... and my needs..."
Liz got up and walked over to the flowered sofa, to sit beside Helen. She slipped her arm easily around Helen's shoulders.
"I understand your needs," she said, a strange little huskiness coming into her voice. "I have the same needs myself. Every woman has."
"What's the matter with Jerry?" Helen fretted, as she turned to look at Liz, close range. "He's had experience with lots of girls. He was very popular before we were married. You'd think he would have learned something."
"I've found that the more handsome and personable a man is, the more self-centered he's apt to be. He figures he's God's gift to womankind and that he's doing them a favor when he screws them."
"Liz...! "
"Come on, now. Let's be frank with each other. The other night, when we played together on the bed with Andy, we weren't bashful."
"That was the other night," Helen said. "Things are a little different now."
"They don't have to be," Liz suggested.
Helen looked at her peculiarly, as if seeking her meaning.
How dense some women can be, Liz thought. Then she decided that she shouldn't blame Helen; she herself hadn't admitted her own special interest in girls until just recently, when she and Andy started screwing around together with Eloise ... and Helen.
Believing it would be helpful to draw the other woman out verbally, Liz began asking a series of question whose answers she already knew:
"You said Jerry doesn't take enough time with you and doesn't do all the things you like-the way Andy did. Just what did you mean by that?"
Helen blinked. "Don't you know?"
Liz smiled at her. "I think so. But I want you to tell me."
"Well, it's a little embarrassing ... but I'm talking about oral things mainly: Kissing my breasts and ... elsewhere. You know."
"Mmmmm. Yes I do. Tell me ... how did you like it the other night, when you reached a climax with the three of us-you, and Andy and me-on the same bed? Was that good for you?"
"Wonderful!" she said, without hesitation. She looked down. "That's really what I need-lots of tonguing and ... well, that sort of thing."
"Yes,"
"Jerry won't do any of that. And he was horrified when I ... went down on him." "He didn't enjoy it?"
"He said he didn't. He acted shocked. He's hardly touched or looked at me since." "The slob," Liz murmured.
"But I'm not sure I want to leave him!" Helen exclaimed, as she looked at her friend in anguish. "Do you see what my problem is?"
"Yes, I do. Well, one thing is certain: You have to have satisfaction. If you can't get it from Jerry, you'll have to get it somewhere else. Maybe, in time, Jerry will come around, but in the meanwhile..."
"Yes?"
Liz had Helen right where she wanted her now. Liz was in a position where she could invite the beautiful blonde to the swap party with the Bairds, Andy and herself ... or she could propose something else-something more immediate and pleasurable for them both.
But did she dare do the latter? Could she present it in a way that would overcome Helen's natural aversion to the idea, if not the practice?
Liz believed so.
She began carefully:
"You know, women are bound to have a better understanding of another woman's needs than any man could have."
"I suppose that's right," Helen admitted.
"Women also can satisfy those needs." Liz smiled disarmingly."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Well, there's a silly notion a lot of people havemen and women alike-that a woman can't respond pleasurably to another woman's caresses unless they're both Lesbians."
"That's right isn't it?"
"Of course not. I'm not a Lesbian-Christ, I enjoy nothing more than a good strong screwing by a competent male-but I respond to women, too."
Helen looked shocked.
Liz laughed gently. "It's not unusual. Every woman is that way, once she lets herself go. Not all will admit it, however."
"I don't believe I could ever respond to another woman in that way," Helen said warily. "Want to bet?"
Helen tensed. "No. And I don't want to find out, either."
"Are you afraid to learn the truth about yourself?" Liz challenged.
"I already know the truth about myself. I'm a man's girl all the way."
"And you don't believe you could respond to another woman's touch?"
"I'm sure I couldn't."
Liz now was ready to spring her trump card. She paused for maximum dramatic effect, then smiled confidently.
"Remember the other night ... on the bed with Andy and me?" "Of course. I told you how good that was." "It was I who kissed you, not Andy."
Helen's lips parted and her eyes opened wide.
"Andy held your thighs," Liz said. "But it was my mouth on your pussy. My lips. My tongue. I brought you to a climax."
"Liz! Oh, God!"
Liz laughed gently. "Why look so tragic? It was great fun. We could do it again. We could do it right now."
Helen quickly thought back and remembered how really good it was. Nothing had ever felt better. The tongue and lips that had worked on her had known exactly what to do ... exactly where and how to suck, how to lick, and when to increase the activity as she achieved her frenzy...
But Liz was a woman!
Helen was more confused that she'd ever been in her life.
"I know what's bothering you," Liz said. "I was that way recently myself. It was only when Andy and I had our first swap date that I realized that I was interested in other women. You're the first and only one I've actually had sex with. So that puts us on an equal basis. I didn't want to admit the truth about myself-that I could respond to a woman-at first. But now I can't deny it ... and baby ... neither can you."
Liz was right. Helen felt like a person dangling above quicksand, about to let go and drop, to be swallowed up. She couldn't seem to help herself. Her grip was weakening...
"Let's just try it today, now that we both have our eyes open. If you don't like it, I'll never bug you about it again. It's even possible I won't like it, either, now that there's no man around. Let's find out."
"What did Andy think about you making love to another woman?"
"He didn't mind. He thought it was just a prank the other night. He made oral love to me while I took care of you."
"Oh, Liz ... I'm afraid."
Liz placed a hand on Helen's bosom. "Don't be. I'll go slowly and be very gentle. You don't have to do anything you don't feel like doing. I promise I'll stop whenever you tell me to."
Liz knew she wouldn't be able to stop once the action was underway. But she had confidence Helen wouldn't want to stop by then, either.
Liz began to caress Helen's tits, rubbing them through her blouse and bra. Almost unconsciously, Helen arched her back to force the tingling boobies forward. She closed her eyes.
Excitement rose in the pretty blonde. She couldn't help it. She wanted to be completely naked and to have Liz naked, too. She wanted them to be on the bed together...
Sensing her advantage, Liz moved quickly to capitalize on it. She unfastened the top button of Helen's blouse, then the second one.
With wild tingles going through her, Helen looked down and watched dizzily as her blouse opened up, revealing the mounds of her tits which were cupped in a plain pink bra. Liz's hand slid inside the blouse now, on one of the cups. It tightened just enough and worked the boob tenderly. A man would have grabbed more-even Andy would have-but Liz stroked in a very gentle exciting way.
While one hand was thus engaged, Liz used her other hand to complete the unbuttoning of Helen's blouse. She pushed it off the woman's shoulders and it slid down her arms. Liz plucked it away.
She slid closer to Helen. Her moist, parted lips approached Helen's mouth. like a predator, Liz struck. Her lips clung to Helen's and her tongue surged into Helen's mouth. At the same time, Liz quickly pinched open the fasteners on Helen's bra and drew the harness away.
Helen's big soft tits tumbled out into Liz's grasp.
There was no mistaking the tremendous surge of passion which swept through Helen now. Liz's hand on her breasts was a barbed benediction, at once soothing and evoking tingles of excitement.
Liz handled her titties well, hefting and kneading them gently and plucking at their swollen, throbbing tips. Liz's insistent tongue in her mouth formed a perfect accompaniment to the body caress. Helen melted as her nerves sang joyously.
In the midst of this sensual riot, she couldn't help but stand amazed that such a thing could be happening to her.
The sensations which Liz received were hardly less astounding. Now there was no pretense of playing a prank, and no spontaneity to dilute the hard reality of what was happening. This was a deliberate, calculated seduction of one woman by another, and Liz was the seductress.
But Helen was responding. This was evident in the stroking of her tongue next to Liz's now and in the way Helen arched her back to thrust her fruity breasts more fully into Liz's grasp.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Liz murmured, after their first kiss came to an end.
Helen didn't protest. She wanted to go on and experience everything. She wanted to know what she was capable of ... what her limits were, if any.
She got up and moved ahead of Liz down the hall. Her bare tits bobbed heavily. When she reached the bed, Helen lay down immediately, still wearing her skirt, half-slip and panties. She discarded only her shoes.
Standing beside the bed, Liz quickly removed her own clothing. Helen watched her dreamily, still only half convinced that what was happening was real. But if it was an illusion, she was willing to embrace it ... now ... for this one time ... to see...
The beautiful brunette removed her dress, then her slip. She stood in a blue satin bra, blue briefs with a white lace trim, white garter straps, and long sleek sand-colored hose.
She reached behind her, opened the bra and shrugged its ribbons down her arms. Her titties swooped free. Their rosy, exquisitely formed nipples were standing up and out.
As soon as she had rid herself of the bra, Liz quickly bent and ungartered a stocking. Her titties quivered and swooped more-hanging lush and ripe as fall fruit on a bough. She drew her clingy stocking down and removed it with her shoe. Next she ungartered the other nylon and removed it, along with her other shoe.
She straightened up and, gazing directly at Helen, caught the thin elastic band at the top of her panties; she drew the elastic down, turning the panties inside out and drawing them away from her black-bushed loins.
Helen's wooziness increased. She felt half-drunk, yet she hadn't taken a drop of liquor. Anyway, booze could not have accounted for the moistness between her legs ... the way her panties were clinging to the plushy lips of her cunt.
Liz stepped out of her briefs, straightened them and lay them on a chair. Her garter belt followed, and she was nude.
"This is ... crazy," Helen murmured, in a husky voice as Liz got onto the bed to join her.
"You'll think it's delectable before I'm through," Liz said, cuddling her. "Aren't you excited now?"
"Yes," Helen admitted, her arms coming around the naked woman.
"I'm hot as I can be," Liz confessed. "I want to pet and kiss you all over. Isn't that what you want, too?" "I. . . guess so," Helen said.
Liz sat up and deftly raised Helen's skirt and slip. Helen wore pink nylon panties which clung to the curve of her cunt and showed the shadow of her pubic curls. Liz caressed her cunt and belly through the silken cloth, then gripped Helen's pants at their top and drew them down, baring her belly and gold-thatched loins. Liz tossed the panties over the edge of the bed.
The sight of Helen's blonde-fringed pussy, dew-laden, heightened the excitement in Liz. She could hardly wait to get her mouth down onto that luscious cuntto tongue it and suck it, to drink its flowing sweetness.
She could only hope that before she was through, Helen would want to reciprocate and suck her pussy, too. She would try to bring that about, if possible.
She embraced Helen again-this time, bare titties to bare titties. Liz's hand slid down to cup and gently stroke Helen's shaggy mound.
"Oh, Liz ... oh ... get your finger into it ... screw me with your finger..." Helen couldn't help moaning and babbling this way, now that all bars were down.
Liz happily met her demands. As Liz's finger stroked carefully in and out of Helen's juicy cunt, rubbing her clitty exactly right, maintaining steady pressure which was just firm enough, the blonde novitiate's excitement surged boundlessly.
Why was she reacting so strongly to another woman? She wondered in the midst of it. Was this just an expression of gratitude for the kind of attention she had long needed from a man and hardly ever received? Was it pure giddiness? Or did it indicate that she really and truly preferred women to men?
She could hardly believe the latter, but look at the way she was behaving ... look at the way she felt!
Her cunt ground upward against Liz's pistoning hand. Helen grunted and moaned. Her pussy ran with juice. Her slit flared, its mouth large enough now to take a real big cock. Liz slipped an added finger into it. She stroked and stroked. Her tongue fluttered along Helen's lips. Her other hand plucked at Helen's nipples.
"Caress me," Liz murmured. "Play with my tits. Rub my belly..."
Helen responded immediately, enclosing a firm shapely breast in as much of her grasp as would go around it. She squeezed experimentally and thrilled as strongly as Liz did.
What was happening now was new to both of them, for Liz had never been-made-love-to by a woman and Helen had never made love to one.
They stroked and caressed each other. They kissed. They rolled about. Soon each had her hand on the other's shaggy pussy and each was stroking two slender fingers in the other's cunt. . . across the clitoris, around the elastic mouth of the yearning little hole, deeply in, and out again.
They sucked each other's nipples at great length.
Both rose gradually but steadily toward the point of climax. They panted and cooed and murmured together.
Now Liz turned predator once more and began to lick and nibble her way down the blonde's curvaceous body, swabbing Helen's tummy with her tongue ... skipping to her thighs and licking them as Helen twisted on her back and flexed her shapely satin-textured legs. Finally Liz's mouth leaped to the place it had wanted to visit from the start. Or re-visit, actually. It had been there the other night, and Liz had been deviled by the bittersweet memory ever since.
She inserted her tongue into Helen's slippery slit, and the blonde went wild, bumping her cunt so excitedly that Liz's tongue slipped out and her nose was bruised.
"Hey ... take it easy!" Liz said.
"Sorry..." Helen mumbled. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, but that's so good! Lick me some more there. Please...! "
Liz held her spread thighs in place and bent again to the tasty split which was oozing moisture. This time she licked along its outer flanges first-up one side and down the other. She caught some curly coarse hairs between her teeth and pulled them almost painfully.
But Helen moaned with delight.
Liz flickered her tongue at Helen's quivering clitty, making it swell more and throb so delightedly that her entire lower region jerked against the hands which held her thighs down. Now Liz sank her loving tongue into Helen's cunt again-that warm oozing cunt that wanted it so badly. She rotated her tongue, reaming the elastic pussy walls. She lapped up copious quantities of Helen's honey.
Suddenly she stopped and raised her head to look at the passion-gripped blonde. Helen was nearly beside herself with lust.
She moaned and writhed. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Oh, God, do it some more!"
"You do it to me, baby, while I do you," Liz directed, and she arranged herself next to Helen, so that her head was near Helen's loins and her crotch was close to Helen's face.
It wasn't necessary for Liz to say anything else or to exercise any added persuasion. Helen wanted to participate as a giver as well as a taker. She wanted to do and experience everything now.
She ran one arm under Liz's body and gripped her plaint ass with both hands. Liz lifted a leg to wind it around Helen's shoulders as the blonde hunched into Liz's warm, moist crotch.
Liz was already in Helen's crotch, tonguing and sucking hungrily.
Helen needed no guidance to enable her to do the same thing, with results which were wonderfully exciting to Liz. Helen's eager lips opened Liz's yearning pussy, and Helen's tongue surged fully into the spasming slit. She pumped her tongue in and out.
Liz responded by eating Helen's cunt more voraciously than ever, twisting her head this way and that as she bore in. She sucked up the thick, musky fluid of Helen's pussy. She let her tongue flap across Helen's clitty and in and out of her quim.
Helen pulled Liz's love garden harder against her face and she sucked, swallowing great quantities of the other woman's cream. Helen's tongue flickered.
The two women tongue screwed each other to a fare-thee-well.
Finally Liz became so excited that she began to bite the velvety soft flesh of Helen's cunt. The blonde responded with a blubbery moan and thrust her tongue as deeply into Liz's pussy as it would go. She wagged it and screwed it around.
Liz came, shuddering against Helen's mouth. Ripples of exquisite delight rose through her. Her belly bumped again and again. Helen kept tonguing her cunt ,and Liz's climax was deeply and fully satisfying.
While she came, Liz gripped Helen's spongy rump all the harder and pistoned her tongue more actively in Helen's now round and throbbing hole. Helen pushed against her and suddenly let go in a bumping spasm of completion which first seemed very satisfying then, surprisingly, turned soft.
She wanted something she wasn't getting: A rod! A glorious big fat thrusting prick, pumping deep and hard into her cunt!
She knew immediately what the lack was, and it made her glad even as she climaxed weakly. She was a real woman after all! It took a man to truly satisfy her. Everything Liz had done was fine-the tonguing, the licking, the sucking, the caressing. But at the finish, Helen had to be screwed and no tongue could do that like a cock could.
The women fell apart and lay panting on the bed.
Liz was on a cloud, somewhere very close to heaven. She was as close to heaven as any man had ever sent her and somehow even more relaxed and soul-satisfied at the finish.
She turned and gazed at Helen, her eyes aglow. "Well don't tell me that didn't thrill you."
"It thrilled me," Helen confirmed.
"And satisfied you?" Liz reached out and lightly caressed Helen's tits.
"In a way."
"What do you mean-in a way? It satisfied me ... every way!"
"I'm glad," Helen smiled.
Liz squinted. "You mean you didn't get there full and strong? It wasn't a great climax for you?"
"It was good," she said with a note of reservation. Then she blurted, "But it wasn't as good as with Andy."
"Really?"
"Yes. I guess I am a man's girl, after all. I warned you I was."
Liz just looked at her.
"But I'm not sorry I tried it," Helen said, and added, "You were very sweet."
"Would you a want to do it again some time?" Liz watched closely for the other woman's response.
"Maybe. I don't know. But it would never take the place of screwing. Not really."
"And Andy's the man you want to be screwed by, isn't he?"
"He's your husband," Helen said.
"That's beside the point. He is the man-right?"
Helen hesitated only a moment, then she nodded.
"You're going to get your wish. We're having another swap party. There'll be another couple there, too, but I'm sure you and Andy can pair off if that's what both of you want."
"There can't be any more swaps," Helen said. "My marriage to Jerry is hanging by a thread as it is. I couldn't ask him to go to another party like that and, if I did ask, he probably wouldn't."
"Who said anything about asking Jerry?" Liz retorted. "You come alone."
"But how would that look?"
"No one will mind, I'm sure. This other couple is a real swinging pair. They're the ones who broke Andy and I into the swapping sport."
"How will we match up, if there's one man short?"
"Andy and Tom Baird-he's the other fellow-can take care of three girls. Anyway, I'm not sure I wouldn't rather ball his wife."
"Liz! Really?"
Liz nodded. "I'm afraid you and I aren't quite the same, after all. I really dug it with you just now. I think I would dig it with Eloise Baird, too. Right now, I'm thinking more about her than about her husband. That must mean something."
"What will Andy say?" Helen murmured.
"I don't know," Liz replied thoughtfully. "That's going to be a problem, I'm afraid. But it's one I'm going to have to face sooner or later."
"I still don't know what I'm going to do about Jerry," Helen said.
"Leave him," was Liz's succinct advice.
"Do you really believe I should?"
"I believe you'll have to, if you ever want to enjoy sex. He isn't going to change. He's self-centered and conceited. You'll never convince him he isn't a good lover. The more static you give him, the more he'll branch out to 'prove' himself with other girls. And since they probably won't be frank with him, he'll never know how poorly he's doing with them. He'll get his kicks, and that's all he really cares about, anyway."
"I'm afraid you're right," Helen admitted.
"So come to the party by yourself. You'll find what you want there."
The look in Liz's eyes conveyed something Helen didn't quite understand ... or perhaps was not willing to believe.