Chapter 4
That evening she numbly fixed a dinner for herself at home, watched television for a while without really knowing what she was looking at, then went to bed. Still bemused over the events of that day, she dropped off to sleep.
Her dreams were chaotic but not erotic. When she awoke in the moring, she was immediately gripped by a nameless dread. What had she done? What was becoming of her and her life? Where did Bob and she stand?
The mail delivery brought a letter from him, full of little chatty things and tender expressions of love and loneliness. It brought tears to her eyes. She had an impulse to tear the letter up, but she didn't. She folded it very neatly and put it back in the envelope, after which she felt more desolate and depressed than ever.
TV telephone rang.
M first, Nancy just stared at it. The thought crossed her mind that it might be Laura, and she didn't know if she wanted to talk with her or not. Then it occurred to her that Bob might be calling from Europe. He hadn't said he would, but it was possible. God, she couldn't talk to him! Not the way she felt now.
But she couldn't just let the telephone ring, either, and never know who the call was from or what it was about.
Heavens, it might just be somebody peddling insurance of magazine subscriptions.
She snatched the phone up. "Hello."
"Nancy ... how are you this morning?" It was Laura, and her voice was like warmed honey.
"I want to talk to you," Nancy blurted. "We have to get together."
Laura replied casually, "All right."
"Can you come over?"
"Sure. In about an hour. How's that?"
"Good."
"See you then," Laura said, and hung up.
Nancy held her hand on the hard plastic receiver for several seconds and searched her mind. What had possessed her to be so insistent? Moments before, she hadn't been sure if she even wanted to talk with Laura on the phone, let alone see her in person.
Oh, God, she was cracking up.
She didn't know herself any more.
She took her hand from the telephone and stood. Suddenly the realization struck her that Laura was going to come over soon. This meant Nancy would have to straighten up the apartment in a hurry, take her bath and get dressed. She didn't want Laura to catch her, and the place, the way they were now.
This sense of purpose provided reassurance for the moment, and she welcomed the opportunity to throw herself into mundane work.
She was ready before Laura was due to arrive, and the last five minutes of waiting in the living room, with hands folded, were difficult.
The chime which announced Laura's arrival was a welcome sound. Something within Nancy gave a happy lurch, and she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because the other woman's arrival held out the hope that some of the uncertainty which seemed to surround and fill her would be resolved.
She strode to the door and opened it.
Laura smiled as she had that first day-which had been only two days before. It was as if nothing significant had happened since.
Laura was sleek and smart-looking, as usual, and again Nancy felt something like a country cousin next to her. But this thought was quickly chased by a reminder of what had happened the day before, when Nancy had proved herself to be just as sophisticated as Laura was. Now, if just for a moment, the memory gave satisfaction.
"Hi," Nancy said simply. "Come in."
Laura did. Then, as soon as the door was closed, she turned to face her new friend.
"That was quite a time we had yesterday, wasn't it?" Laura asked rhetorically.
"I want to talk with you about that," said Nancy.
"Of course you do."
Nancy gestured the other woman to a chair and said, "I'll get some coffee."
"Why don't we chat in the kitchen?" Laura suggested. "All right. If you'd rather."
The two women walked to the kitchen, and Laura sat at the table while Nancy brought cups and saucers, cream and sugar. She had perked some fresh coffee just minutes before, and the percolator remained plugged in, standing on the table.
Nancy poured.
Laura had lit a cigarette. She drew a quick shake of Nancy's head when she offered one to the younger woman.
"You sounded a little tense on the phone," Laura remarked as she stirred cream into her coffee. "You're not upset over last night, I hope."
"Oh, no!" Nancy replied sarcastically. "Of course not. I engage in sinful drunken orgies every day with my friends. By the way, what were Rex's and Harvey's last names? I've forgotten."
Laura smiled. "Good. You have your dander up, and that's fine. That will make it easier for us to talk frankly."
"A frank talk is just exactly what I want," Nancy stated. "That whole business yesterday leaves a lot to be explained."
"Well, let's examine first what you just said. You used the word 'sinful'. I don't think any sin was committed."
"I didn't ask you over to discuss our different philosophies of morals," Nancy snapped. "To me it was sinful."
"Then why did you do it?"
"Because I was drunk, damn it!"
"Ahhh. And that brought your inhibitions down. Which means, of course, that you would still have wanted to do it if you had been sober, but your inhibitions would have prevented it. Right?"
"Don't play cute games with words. I didn't want to do it. I would never have wanted to do it. But I was maneuvered into a situation...."
"By me, I suppose you mean."
"Yes, frankly ... by you. And what I want to know is-why?"
The two women gazed levelly at each other for a few moments.
"All right, Nancy. I'll tell you. But first, I want to ask you something, and I'll expect you to be as honest with me as I'm going to be with you."
"Well?"
'You enjoyed yourself yesterday, didn't you? It was just great, wasn't it, to let your hair down for once in your life and be in a bedroom with a couple of wild, free studs who just didn't give a damn and could satisfy you every which way? Tell the truth."
Nancy bit her lip. Moral considerations were one thing, but physical facts were something else, and the truth was that she had been blissfully satisfied. What was more, Laura knew it. When they were gazing at each other this way, Nancy couldn't lie.
So she did the next best thing and sought to sidestep the issue. "It doesn't matter how I felt at the time. I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing."
"Bullshit," Laura stated frankly.
Nancy gaped at her.
The other woman continued to smile in a self-assured but friendly way. "How you felt at the time makes all the difference in the world. And you weren't really drunk to the point of not knowing what you were doing. Your puritanical inhibitions were just put to sleep, that's all, and you reacted naturally and normally for once."
"You call what happened normal?"
"Of course. It's normal for young, sexually appealing men and women to screw."
Nancy closed her eyes and put her hands over her ears. "Don't use that awful word," she said.
"You didn't think it was so awful yesterday," Laura recalled. "You used it with Harv."
"Oh, Laura! Why are you doing this to me?"
There was, in the younger woman's tone, real anguish, and Laura couldn't help but respond to it empathetically. She reached out and touched Nancy's hand.
"Look ... you had fun," Laura said. "That's the thing to remember. And you really didn't hurt Bob in any way. Take my word for it, baby-he's doing the same thing where he is. Men always do. Well, why should women be suckers? Just because some antiquated so-called moral code tells us to? I repeat: Bullshit!"
"I don't believe Bob is doing it," Nancy protested vehemently. "And even if he is, that's no reason why I should."
"Of course not. But if you enjoy sexual variety, there's no reason why you shouldn't have it, since he's having some." In the face of Nancy's evident disapproval and disbelief, Laura went on, "Do you know how it is in Europe? Have you ever been there?"
"No," Nancy admitted.
"Well, I'll tell you. The bars are full of hookers. Beautiful ones, too. And the local businessmen always set up dates for visitors. So, one way or another, Bob's going to get it ... unless he's got a will of absolute iron. And, as I said before, Nancy, men always excuse themselves on the ground that it doesn't really hurt anyone for them to play around a little on the side."
Nancy narrowed her eyes. "Just what are you driving at with all this? You promised you'd tell me."
"All right. And so I will. I deliberately set out to corrupt you, darling. Isn't that delightful?" Now she was treating the matter lightly.
"But ... but ... why?"
"Why does any person try to corrupt anyone else? To make the other person more like he or she is."
"Just for that? There was no other reason?"
"I didn't do it just for the psychological satisfaction involved. I'm a practical girl, Nancy. I expected to receive tangible benefits."
"Laura, I confess ... I don't understand you at all."
Laura laughed lightly and set her coffee cup down on its saucer. 'Then hear the whole thing. You'll recall I mentioned yesterday that Rex and Harv were members of a club which Dave and I belong to?"
"Yes."
Well, it's a swappers' club."
"What-what's that?" Nancy was afraid she knew, but she had to ask.
"We get together once or twice a week and swap husbands and wives ... sometimes just for the evening, sometimes for the entire night."
"Laura! My God, that's awful! Why, I've never heard of such a terrible thing!"
"What's terrible about it? We all have fun, we work off our frustrations, we learn to appreciate our own spouses more. It's one of the greatest schemes that's come along."
"But it's ... it's...."
"I know. Immoral. Baby, when are you going to get over that silly attitude?"
"You still haven't explained anything," Nancy parried.
"I'm getting to it. Dave and I have known you and Bob for quite a while, and we came to the conclusion between ourselves that you two ought to be in our little club. So this is our way of winning you over, so to speak."
"I still don't understand."
"Well, we thought that after you had seen how much fun there was in changing partners, you would want to talk Bob into joining the club with you."
"You're out of your mind!" Nancy said in a tone of amazement.
"No. Not exactly. The first part of the scheme has succeeded very well. You've discovered how much fun there is in the game. Before Bob gets back, you'll enjoy it even more ... and in an even more far-out way, I hope. By the time he returns, you'll be ready to convert him. Of course, Dave will help by talking to him about it at the office, man to man. You know."
Nancy was still looking at the other woman as if she had two heads. "You just can't be serious about this. It's got to be a put-on."
"Oh, I'm quite serious."
"But what in the world makes you think Bob and I are going to fall in line like a couple of puppets? Just because you tricked me once doesn't mean you'll be able to do it again. In fact, I assure you that you won't."
"Oh? Really?"
Laura's expression was entirely too wise, and it produced a prickling sensation along Nancy's back.
"I already have the means to accomplish what I want," Laura went on. "Of course, I won't have to actually use the pictures, because you'll want to join our swap club just as much as I want you to."
The pictures.
Nancy felt ill. "
Now she surely should throw Laura out. But she didn't. She closed her eyes and clenched the hand which was in her lap.
"Bob will want to join too, when he finds out how much fun he can have," Laura continued. "Then it won't matter whether he sees the pictures or not. Of course, If you and Dave can't convince him, the pictures might prove embarrassing to you."
"Laura, I hate you!"
"No, you don't. You're upset now. That's understandable. Look ... how about if I give you a little massage? It will relax your nerves ... and maybe convince you at the same time that I want us to be friends."
Nancy's green eyes flashed. "To use your term, Laura-bullshit! You want Bob. That's the only reason you started this whole thing."
"True. And Dave wants you. But that doesn't make us evil, any more than it's evil for a lonely man to go to a movie and want Sophia Loren. I'm sure if he could, he'd take the steps necessary to get her. Well, Dave and I are taking the steps necessary to get you and your husband. But Dave and I aren't all you and Bob stand to get out of the deal. There are about a dozen couples in the club-aD around our ages and all attractive-and you can have your turn with each one of the guys while Bob has their wives. Groovy, hmm?"
Nancy just stared at her. It defied rational belief. She didn't believe such things as this really happened. And for Laura to pressure her this way simply compounded her astonishment.
But Nancy knew it was all happening. And she knew Laura would make good her threat to show the pictures to Bob if necessary. Having gone as far as she had, there was no reason to think she would not go the rest of the way.
It was monstrous!
Yet, in the back of her mind, there was the memory of all the pleasure she had received from Rex and Harv the afternoon before. A part of her wanted to forget it, but she knew she never would. What Laura was offering her now meant more of the same kind of pleasure. Did she want to reject that, even if she could?
"Come on." Laura touched her hand again. "Let me give you that massage, hmm? It will make you feel a million per cent better. Then we can start to make some more definite plans."
True to the pattern she had established the previous day, Nancy gave in. And this time it didn't take a single drop of booze.
Sliding out of her clothes in the presence of the other woman was easy for Nancy after what had happened in the motel the day before. Easy and exciting.
Again Nancy was doing something which she felt to be wrong and deliberately not heeding the small moral voice. Again she rationalized that she had to, but underneath she knew she was doing what she wanted to do because she wanted to do it.
She wanted to stretch out naked beneath Laura's ministering hands and feel the warmth and excitement which the other woman's kneading fingers could work into her muscles and sinews.
If she had any notion that something other than a massage would be involved, she carefully kept this from her own inner mind.
Her outward manner, even as she undressed, suggested that she was still upset over what Laura had told her and what Laura and Dave were trying to do. Laura's attitude remained friendly and patiently determined.
Now she stood beside the bed and puffed languidly on a cigarette as Nancy stood a short distance away and bent forward, breasts swinging, while she worked her stockings off her legs.
She was left in plain white nylon panties.
"Stretch out on your tummy," Laura directed, and turned to grind out her cigarette in an ash tray on top of the bureau.
Nancy obeyed, keeping her legs together and lying full-length. Her buttocks mounded up deliciously in her snug, opaque panties. Her thighs were lusciously full, her calves well curved.
Laura bent over her and began at her shoulders and upper back, working her fingertips gently against the pliant flesh. Nancy lay with her head turned to one side, her sunshine-colored hair spread out on the white pillow, and watched Laura dreamily as the soothing fingers gave her steadily mounting pleasure.
After a while she let her eyes fall closed, and Laura's massaging hands worked their way down her arms and over to the middle of her back, then to the small of her back, where Laura plucked up the elastic of Nancy's panties so she could massage the very sensitive lower back region. She folded the top of Nancy's panties over a couple of times, which gave her access to the beginnings of the pretty girl's buttock-swells. Her fingertips touched this area and began to massage.
Nancy squirmed involuntarily against the bed. Oh, Laura's fingers felt so good! And now it also felt good to rub her awakening pussy against the mattress.
She turned her head from one side to the other, her eyes remaining closed. Laura could tell by the slackening of her lips that the massage was getting through to Nancy's sexual center in a big way.
"How does that feel?" Laura asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Mmmm ... wonderful," Nancy purred.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"Oh, nooo."
Laura slid Nancy's panties away.
The beautiful blonde was aware of what was happening, and knew that the removal of this brief flimsy garment wasn't necessary in order to complete the massage. Still, she didn't object. She even cooperated by lifting her hips.
As she drew the panties down Nancy's legs and took them off, Laura gazed up the pretty girl's thighs and enjoyed the exquisite softness where her legs and buttocks converged. She got just a glimpse of the adorable light-brown pussy, adorned with wispy blonde hair.
She began to massage Nancy's legs, first attending to her calves, then the backs of her knees, and finally her firm, tapering thighs. Laura worked her strong fingers against the responsive flesh, and every bit of pressure on a new area added to Nancy's pleasure.
It was wonderful to be treated this way. No man had ever caressed her so knowingly, so gently and yet so firmly at the same time. While there was implicit sex in Laura's actions, Nancy hadn't yet considered the possible consequences. She was enjoying the pleasure of the moment, without any thought as to where it might lead.
However, she was jarred out of this all-too-pleasant euphoria when Laura's possessive hands crept upward and surrounded her trembling, plump buttocks, taking hold to squeeze and knead those marvelous melon-like mounds of flesh.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Nancy demanded over her shoulder, her eyes wide open now.
"I'm still massaging you. You don't want me to stop, do you?"
"No, but ... don't do it there."
"Why not? It's such a lovely place."
She bent then and pressed her parted lips against the fullness of one white butt cheek, first sucking the pliant flesh into her mouth, then nibbling at it with the firm, straight edges of her teeth.
"Oooh, nooo...." Nancy moaned.
But now Laura's mouth moved to the other buttock, where she licked first, then kissed and sucked and bit.
Suddenly Nancy was afire from head to toe with sexual need. It had happened so quickly, she was amazed. What had been a soothingly pleasant and only vaguely erotic experience had turned into a matter of raw, basic sex.
But Nancy was with a woman, not a man. It was a woman's hands and mouth that were driving her wild with lust.
She couldn't let this happen! My God, she hadn't sunk that low!
However, the truth was that she had, if low it was. She could no more keep the situation from developing to its logical anticipated climax than she could keep the earth from taking its next turn.
Laura was hungrily feasting at her now, holding her by the hips and working her ravenous mouth against Nancy's buttocks and back and thighs and the hollows behind her knees. Nancy started to kick, but Laura took advantage of the motion of her legs to work those legs apart so that she could start kissing Nancy's silken inner thighs. She licked upward maddeningly, and a sinking sensation in the pit of Nancy's stomach told her that she was going to let Laura lick all the way to the hair-fringed goal.
This was Lesbianism, and Nancy was going to embrace it, even as she had embraced adultery the day before.
At college she had heard about girls doing it with girls and had smiled to herself (after she had gotten over the shock), because the mere idea seemed silly. How could a girl satisfy a girl? How could a girl feel any pleasure in another girl's attentions?
Now she was beginning to find out.
She squirmed and flopped about as Laura's maddening mouth neared the convergence of her thighs and buttocks. Nancy's legs were open, and Laura was holding them that way, keeping Nancy down at the same time, so there was nothing to prevent the predatory woman from going all the way if she so chose. And, of course, she would so choose. That's what this was all about, Nancy realized now.
She realized, also, that she wasn't going to try every hard to keep Laura from taking her as a dyke takes a-what did they call them? A femme?
Laura kissingly reached the very soft apex of Nancy's delicious thighs, and she hoisted Nancy's hips higher so that she could dig with seeking lips and lancing tongue right into the very center of Nancy's blonde honeypot.
Laura's tongue stroked in and out, and Nancy went wild. This was almost more than she could stand. But she wouldn't think of calling a halt to it. It was too wonderful!
She felt Laura's exquisitely torturing teeth as they nibbled all around the soft, moist rim of her pussy. Laura's entire head was in her crotch now, burrowing maddeningly. Her tongue found Nancy's quivering, tense clitoris and stroked it to an even higher state of tension.
Nancy gasped and clutched at the bedclothes, arching her back as much as she could. She twisted against the rapicious mouth which was giving her such pleasure.
Suddenly Laura raised her head and twisted the other woman deftly. Nancy flopped onto her back, her legs kicking openly in the air. Laura pounced atop her and immediately dug even deeper into the luscious cunt.
She kissed and sucked and wildly tongued the pink, juicy object of her lust as Nancy bicycled her smooth legs next to the aggressive woman's head. She gasped and moaned and felt herself nearing a sexual peak.
And with a woman! Imagine!
Of course, Nancy didn't take time at the moment to evaluate what this meant or even to consciously compare Laura's technique with that of Harv the day before. But she knew that what she was feeling now was wonderful, thrilling, and was about to give her great satisfaction.
She was drawing close. She arched herself more, and ground her sopping, throbbing vagina against Laura's marvelous mouth. Now ... now ... NOW!
Nancy came with blinding force that almost caused her to pass out. The suctioning mouth remained with her until her passion was completely spent, then she was vaguely aware that Laura was climbing off the bed.
Nancy kept her eyes closed. Her head was spinning.
Laura undressed as quickly as she could, and before Nancy could gather her senses, the worldly brunette was down on the bed with her again.
This time Laura crawled fully over her so that their bodies-both nude now-touched at every vital point: titty to titty, cunt to cunt. Laura squirmed, rubbing the tips of her breasts against Nancy's, rubbing her soft, steamy box against Nancy's. Her wet, sweetly flavored mouth found Nancy's too.
Laura clamped her lips to those of the other girl, and her tongue dipped into Nancy's oral cup of honey. It twisted and turned around Nancy's tongue and pumped in and out. The sensation was wild, and made even wilder by Nancy's realization that this was a woman kissing her.
The taste was altogether different than with a man-there was lipstick and something even sweeter. Oh, God, was she tasting some of the juice which Laura had previously drawn from her own inner core?
Even this didn't repel Nancy now.
Laura's lips were softer and gender than a man's-but hungrily demanding too. Her tongue was a slippery asp.
Her kisses moved down over Nancy's chin, along her neck, and to her breasts. "What adorable titties!" she heard Laura murmur just before the other woman sucked a pink-nippled crest into her mouth.
Nancy was definitely on the upward track again.
Her titty throbbed deeply within the wet warm wonder of Laura's loving mouth, and as Laura sucked at it and tongued its tingling tip, the most voluptuous sensations coursed through Nancy from head to toe. She moaned and twisted, rubbing her ass against the bed. Her legs opened and closed. Her cunt throbbed anew.
Laura's fingertips found the moist velvet cleft and tickled up and down it as her sucking mouth went from one of Nancy's tits to the other. Now two-no, three-fingers worked their way into Nancy's outer envelope, and the middle one went on to enter her slick inner slit while the first finger teased her clit.
"Oh, kiss me down there again!" Nancy heard herself crying. "Suck me!"
Laura happily obeyed, and this time she concentrated on Nancy's clitoris alone, taking it between her lips and rolling it, tugging at it, sucking it and nibbling it very gently with her teeth, occasionally blowing on it lightly.
Nancy squealed.
She surged to the top for the second time as Laura sucked and nibbled and rolled the little nub all at once, while her hand slid deep into Nancy's soft, dripping crotch and her middle finger extended up between Nancy's plump, satiny buttocks and poked into her puckery asshole.
Nancy climaxed, this time even more intensely than at first.
About all Nancy remembered of the conversation which took place afterward was Laura's promise that after she and Bob joined the swap club, there would be more opportunities for satisfaction such as this-not only with Laura but with the other female members, also.
"We're all switch-hitters," Laura said with a blithe smile.
Nancy remained dazed until after the other woman left. Then, as full awareness slowly returned, her attitude underwent a remarkable change.
She didn't feel guilt as she had before. Perhaps now the guilt had become too heavy for her to bear, so she simply rejected it. She wasn't wrong, Nancy assured herself stoutly. It was the world that was mixed up. The idea that everyone had to conform was silly. Why couldn't people have different kinds of experiences and enjoy them, so long as no one was really hurt by it?
And Bob, in Germany-maybe he was fucking Frauleins, as Laura had said.
This club of Laura's was going to open a new door for both of them. Now they would each be able to get all the pleasure they wanted, from anyone they wanted, and there wouldn't be any cheating or guilt involved.
Other people were doing it, so why couldn't they?
She refused to think about the possibility that Bob might be shocked at the idea of mate-swapping and, more specifically, the idea of some other man, or men, having her.
Having.
That meant something new to her now.
She had never had cunnilingus before, and in the last two days she had gotten this type of amorous attention from both a man and a woman. It was a sensual revelation! She'd had no idea what exquisite thrills a daring and talented mouth could impart.
She thought for the first time of using her own mouth on someone, as Harv and Laura had used their mouths on her. What would it be like? Would she enjoy it? Would she respond to the other person's enjoyment?
She wondered if Bob had ever made love to a girl that way and if he would respond wildly to that kind of lovemaking from her.
There were lots of things to think about now-lots of new, delightful, daring things.
In three days, her world had been turned upside-down.