Chapter 4
Sandy had no idea how long it had been since she'd wandered into that all-night diner. Had no idea what time it was now but she didn't care. Of one thing she was certain. She was not going home, not going to face Katie until her mind was clear and her decision had been made.
Slowly she stirred what seemed to be her tenth cup of coffee and stared into the dark, murky liquid. The pieces of her brain felt as though they were starting to put themselves back together again but her body refused to calm down.
Obstinately, as though with a life of its own, her cunt continued to tingle and throb beneath the wrinkled material of her clothing. She'd been very excited in Tamara's apartment-violently aroused. Sandy knew it wasn't going to be easy for the effect to wear off.
Her thoughts drifted back to Katie then and she felt that damned conflict urging her to move in two directions at once. She'd only been away from Katie for about five hours and yet she missed her desperately as though they'd been parted for years. But on the other hand, there was no forgetting about Janie-no making excuses for Katie's intentions toward the girl. Sandy propped her elbows on the counter, rested her chin heavily on her hands and wondered why life had to be so damned difficult.
The atmosphere was starting to get to her-that very late in the night quiet that descends over the city.
Sandy glanced out through the windows toward the empty street feeling terribly out of place, wishing she were safe and warm at home. She wanted to go back to Katie, she knew, wanted desperately for things to be all right between them. She didn't want to feel like an outcast anymore.
Sandy made her way to the ladies' room and forced herself to look in the mirror. The effect was shocking, disturbing.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and bleary. Her hair was disheveled. Her clothing looked as though she'd been sleeping in it for days. How could she appear like this, she asked herself on the verge of tears. How could she let Katie see her in this condition?
Sudden relief relaxed her features into the beginnings of a smile. For the first time, Sandy felt grateful that Katie had no conscience. The woman wouldn't be waiting up for her, she realized. Wouldn't see her till tomorrow morning. All Sandy had to do was tip-toe into the apartment and by tomorrow, with any luck at all, she'd look like her old self again.
She did a quick repair job on her face and hair, hurried out front to pay the bill and rushed off into the street.
Whatever happened at home would be better than wandering around the city for the rest of the night, she assured herself as she hailed a taxi. And somehow, some way, she'd manage to make things right again. Manage to crawl back into the previous security of her relationship with Katie.
She'd never been happier to be home in her life. Sandy let herself into the house through the street door and tip-toed up the stairs to the first landing. Outside the apartment, she paused to listen-straining her ears for any sound from within.
Nothing. It was quiet. Strangely peaceful.
Sandy smiled and turned her key in the lock very slowly, very quietly. Everything was going to be all right, she promised herself again and again, choking back nervous tears of happiness. Tonight had just been a fluke-a weird mistake on everybody's part that need not be repeated. They'd forget about this day. In time, neither she nor Katie would think about this day. Very soon they would return to the blessing of the status quo.
And most important, Sandy realized, was that she'd learned her lesson. Now she knew how well-off she'd been in the past. Granted, Katie wasn't the perfect lover, the perfect companion but there were far worse in the world. Sandy was lucky to have as much as she did.
The loft was shrouded in total darkness except for an occasional slash of light creeping through the window shades. Moving on tip-toe, Sandy made her way directly to the bathroom, taking great care not to bump into anything. She did not want to disturb the silence. Best to let this day end as soon as possible. It had gone on far too long already.
In the bathroom she turned on the light over the sink and hurried out of her clothes. As she peeled off her blouse she felt the sensitive flesh around her nipples responding to the casual touch of her own hand.
Giving in to a moment of self-indulgence, Sandy leaned against the wall and began gently to massage the naked mound of flesh. It felt good, she admitted silently to herself-so good to reawaken the yearning inside her. This is what she needed-to be touched, to be fondled, to be taken care of. If only Katie were awake and in the mood to be fucked.
She checked those thoughts as quickly as they'd come to her. There was no point trying to arouse Katie now, she knew. Chances were, Katie had had her fill for the evening with Janie. And Sandy had more than her fair share of disappointments for one day. Best to attend to herself.
She wiggled out of her panties and stood naked in the middle of the room. A warm breeze blowing in through the open window slithered across her bare flesh making her shiver in the hot night.
Sandy closed her eyes and pressed her palms flat over the silken flesh of her belly, inching her fingers slowly downward. Immediately her body came to life-quivering all over-rippling with eagerness-glowing, it seemed, with delight.
Sandy's breathing became rapid as her touch descended to the delicate softness of her inner thigh and caressed the yielding flesh there. Despite her will, visions of the movie she'd seen popped back into her mind's eye-the girl with the long blonde hair-those firm, tempting breasts-that lithe, delicious body thrashing on the bed-exposed and vulnerable, begging to be sucked and frigged.
The breath seemed to catch in her throat. Her tongue felt dry, swollen. Her head was beginning to spin.
Sandy staggered back to the wall, bracing herself against it for support. The blood was pounding across her temples now, coursing through her veins, rushing like a river at flood-tide. She heard a little groan wrench itself free from her throat as she cupped the fingers of her own hand to her cunt and began to stroke the most sensitive places of her pussy; Her juices were flowing. Her clit was erect and hard.
With slow, languid motion, she murmured her desire-stimulating herself-bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Without thinking about it she lifted the fingers of her free hand to cup the naked mound of her tit-to grind the palm of her hand around over her nipple in slow, rhythmic circles-to squeeze the tender, aching pussy and make it pound with life.
She felt herself sinking slowly-felt her back sliding down along the wall-felt her legs doubling at the knees as she sank toward a squatting position.
Sandy's tongue darted out to moisten her parched, swollen lips, cunt muscles flexed, she rocked forward onto the balls of her feet, thrusting her hips back and forth with increasing speed as her arousal grew fiercer, more urgent.
Her caress grew stronger. Her fingers worked double-time-plunging deeper into her cunt, feeding the insatiable appetite of her lust.
She felt a trickle of perspiration run down over her breast-felt her breathing explode into short grunting, animal-like puffs-felt her entire being tighten and tense as the promised moment drew nearer.
"Busy little devil, aren't you?" Katie stood in the doorway taking in the sight of Sandy, smiling wryly.
Sandy gasped, lost her balance and sat down hard on the cold linoleum floor. Her face turned beet red. She felt her cheeks burning with shame, her throat opening and closing silently as the words refused to come.
Sandy's eyes darted around the room, searching for something with which to cover her nakedness, to hide her shame. Trembling hands reached forward, grabbing her slacks from where they lay on the floor, pulling them back over the front of her body.
Katie had been wearing only a blue man-tailored shirt. Now as she advanced slowly into the small room her fingers worked to open the buttons-to part the material-to reveal her nakedness.
"Don't get shy now, baby," she growled, standing spread-legged above the cowering Sandy. "I could go for a little something myself right now. How about it?"
Sandy remained speechless, unable to organize her thoughts, unable to make any sense out of what was happening. Yet, even amidst her confusion, she could not deny the existence of her need-hot and strong-running rampant through her flesh.
She sat motionless, huddled against the wall as Katie leaned over and lifted the crumpled slacks from her grasp. She saw Katie's naked breasts dangling temptingly just inches in front of her face-swaying back and forth, nipples stiff, hard, deep and red.
"That's better," Katie crooned as she tossed the slacks away behind her. "No need to hide anything from me. I like to see what you've got, baby-like to suck if all." She lowered herself to a squatting position in front of Sandy. "Now-let me see what you were doing when I walked in. Do it again so I can enjoy the show close up."
Sandy wished the floor could open up and swallow her. Mortified, she sat motionless, unable to respond, unable to do anything but wish for oblivion.
"Don't tell me you're turning shy all of a sudden." Katie smiled wickedly. "Maybe you'd like me to help you out-get you started again. Is that it?"
Katie didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she reached forward and grasped Sandy's tits in her hands. Strong, knowing fingers captured the nipples and rubbed them briskly-drawing them up to stiff, swollen prominence.
Sandy closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall giving way to the overpowering sensations that were beginning to crash over her. As Katie's thumbs rubbed over the tender points of her nipples she felt the response vibrating all the way down through her belly. Without thinking about it, she began to rub her ass back and forth on the floor-needing to rock her hips in tempo with the desire rising between them.
The fingers of Katie's right hand slid down over Sandy's belly and into the damp softness between her parted thighs. As she slid her touch down toward Sandy's knee, the girl groaned with agony.
Quickly Sandy grabbed Katie's wrist and forced the other woman's hand up higher-to that place where she needed so desperately to be touched; to her cunt, to her clit.
Katie smirked knowingly. "I thought you'd warm up," she murmured. "I didn't figure you'd stay shy for long."
Sandy didn't answer, didn't comment. She couldn't. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her jaw fell slack as Katie's fingers dove for her dripping cunt. She felt her pussy spreading itself wide-begging silently for more-needing everything Katie could give her.
"How about a little give and take?" Katie cracked. "I'm not made out of wood, you know. It's not nice to be selfish."
Sandy ignored the sarcasm in her tone, aware only of the invitation that had been extended. Eagerly, greedily, she thrust her hand outward-running the fingers over the silken flesh of Katie's thigh-up higher to the place where Katie wanted her-in her juicy cunt.
In rhythm they manipulated each other's pussy-groaning softly-shoulders and chests heaving with the rapidity of their labored breathing.
Sandy felt Katie's pussy squeeze itself rhythmically-contracting and relaxing in fast, urgent succession as the other woman's body prepared itself for release.
Seized suddenly with a perverse need to tease, to drive Katie wild with desire for her, Sandy interrupted her steady stroking motions to slide her fingers up onto the softness of Katie's naked breast.
Katie gasped and closed her eyes, giving in to the pleasure that accompanied Sandy's touch. "That's it, baby," she murmured. "Make it good for me-touch me all over-everyplace."
That was all the coaxing she needed. Pushing herself forward from the wall she fell to her knees in front of Katie while the other woman eased herself back into a sitting position. Then she covered Katie's tits with her hands and moved forward to taste the soft ripeness of Katie's mouth.
Katie pulled Sandy down on top of her, thrusting her tongue deeply into Sandy's mouth-digging her fingertips into the pliant softness of Sandy's quivering ass.
Sandy became suddenly aware of their bodies-stretched out full length-touching intimately from one end to the other. Moaning with excitement, she began to rub herself over the enticing nakedness of Katie's cunt, sucking at the juice that poured out of there and inhaling deeply of their delicious essence.
Katie's fingers slid down over the mounds of Sandy's buttocks and into the warm, tender region between her thighs. Sandy shivered all over as Katie's touch became direct, intimate, inflammatory. She stroked her fingers in and out of the cunt faster and faster.
Their bellies slapped loudly against each other and Katie's hips pounded into the floor-but neither of them paid any attention to the noise. They, were lost now-beyond sanity and reason-caught up in the urgent need to free themselves from the hurricane of sensations whipping through their cunts, charging between them like an electric current.
Sandy slid back onto her haunches-rubbing her lips down the length of Katie's body as she moved. She felt Katie's flesh quiver beneath her mouth-felt her belly undulate as she ran her tongue over the soft scented flesh there.
This was another Katie. A Katie that she'd never known before-yielding, submissive, willing to share.
It was almost too good to be true, too wonderful to believe-but Sandy wasn't about to question. Not now. Not when her brain was smoldering and her pussy was wild for more-for anything, everything Katie would allow.
She buried her head between the smooth softness of Katie's warm thighs and kissed the delicate flesh there. Somewhere above her she heard Katie groan with pleasure. Vaguely she felt Katie's fingers burying themselves in her hair-guiding her-setting the tempo for their love-making.
Suddenly Katie sat up and pushed her away. Sandy felt the bottom drop out of her mood-felt that familiar depression come galloping down upon her. That was it. She'd had it. Katie was back to her old self-the reprieve was over.
"What do you say we continue this in bed?" Katie suggested, pulling herself to her feet unsteadily. "I never dug hard bathroom floors."
Sandy's features burst suddenly into a full smile. She wasn't being denied after all, she realized. Wasn't being put back in her same old place. Nodding quickly, she hoisted herself upward and padded barefoot after Katie's retreating figure.
She could hardly wait to get to the bed-hardly wait to throw herself down across that mattress and wind herself around Katie's beautiful body. It was going to be marvelous, she knew. The best ever. Katie and herself-hot, eager, giving and taking as never before-fulfilling each other without limit.
The blood in her veins turned suddenly to ice as Sandy approached the bed-just in time to see Janie sit up and yawn loudly.
"What time is it?" the redhead asked sleepily, pushing the hair back from her forehead.
Sandy whirled in Katie's direction, wild-eyed with fury, with frustration. "What's she doing here?" she croaked, fighting to keep herself from giving in to the panic, the hysteria within her.
"Don't let it bother you, baby." Katie sounded calm, controlled as she walked up to wind her arms around Sandy. "She won't bother us."
Sandy started to protest but the insistent pressure of Katie's mouth over hers silenced her. She felt herself being lowered to the mattress-felt Janie moving over to the far side of the bed to make room-felt Katie's nakedness pressing itself down over her own cunt.
It was too late for sanity now, for any kind of control. The feel of Katie's body rubbing against her own-pressing in all the right places was more than Sandy could resist. Whimpering with urgent response, she lifted her knees and squeezed them in against Katie's hips-positioning herself directly in the path of the other woman's sharp thrusting motions.
"Hey, come on-I want some of the action too," Janie complained, in a whining tone as she crawled up next to them.
"Hop in, baby," Katie answered breathily. "Nobody's stopping you."
Sandy felt Janie's hand forcing its way in between their bodies-inching lower-caressing intimately-rubbing her cunt.
The scream that had begun in her throat was muffled by the sudden presence of Katie's tongue. Sandy closed her eyes and felt herself spinning off into the darkness-lost in the whirlpool of sensations that were drawing her deeper, faster toward fulfillment.
She lost the ability to distinguish one hand from another in the darkness. Absently, fleetingly, she wondered from time to time whose fingers were squeezing her breasts-whose mouth was sliding over her belly-up her thigh-whose tongue was fluttering against her cunt and sucking on her clit.
And soon it didn't matter. Soon the only thing that seemed important was the release from tension, the attainment of climax, the end of madness.
Sandy felt the pressure of naked buttocks sliding up her stomach onto her breasts as someone straddled her chest, pinning her arms down beneath the weight of bare knees.
"Come on, Sandy," Janie urged huskily, somewhere in the blackness above as she trapped Sandy's head between her quivering thighs. "Do your stuff, baby. Suck it out."
Sandy knew this was wrong-knew this was against everything she stood for, everything she believed in-but the closeness, the availability of hot naked pussy was more than she could resist. Sobbing with need, she hurried to make contact with Janie's cunt-to heighten the girl's excitement and her own at the same time.
Behind Janie, Katie worked unceasingly at Sandy's body-using her mouth, her tongue, her teeth to bring Sandy to the very heights of passion.
And then, suddenly, Sandy felt it starting to happen for her-felt the universe exploding around her. Reflexively she pistoned her hips, flailed the air with her legs, lunged at Janie.
The explosion seemed to be contagious, moving from Sandy to Janie and then to Katie in a violent chain reaction. Grunting, sobbing, the three women attacked one another's cunts savagely-thrashing back and forth on the bed-lost in the midst of an all-consuming passion.
Sandy's ecstasy was short-lived. As she drifted slowly back toward reality, the awareness rushed in to sour her mood to drag at her soul.
She couldn't continue like that, she knew. Couldn't let herself drift along with the tide.
She had to know where she stood with Katie. Had to make it clear to the woman that there could be no repetition of this unholy threesome. Tomorrow, first thing, Katie had to choose. It was either going to be Janie or herself.
One of them had to go.