Chapter 5
It was morning and she knew it. Even though Sandy's head was buried deep in the pillow, she could not ignore the fact that a new day had come. Still she couldn't bear to get up-couldn't bear to face Katie, to face Janie, to face herself.
She closed her eyes, praying that sleep would overtake her again-grant her temporary reprieve from the inevitable. It was no use. Awareness was too painful to allow rest. She must get up, she knew. Must get it over with. Must face the music.
She opened one eye expecting the worst-expecting to see Janie sleeping there beside her.
The bed was empty.
Sandy turned to the other side, looking for Katie. The woman was nowhere in sight.
Sandy was alone.
She bolted upright to a sitting position, blinking stupidly around her unable to comprehend what had happened. Had they deserted her? Had they abandoned her? Had the two of them run off and just left her to her own fate?
Sandy felt an icy shiver descend the length of her spine. No, she promised herself. It couldn't be possible. Even Katie wouldn't sink that low. Wouldn't pull such a rotten, dirty trick.
There had to be some explanation.
Sandy hurried out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. Her head felt three times its normal size. Her stomach was turning over and over from the liquor she consumed last night. She felt enervated, drained, lifeless.
The cold water in the bathroom sink helped to revive her. Ignoring the chill, Sandy splashed her cheeks, her forehead over and over. Needing to come back to life. Needing to be able to function again-to straighten out the jigsaw puzzle that had become her life.
Her hands trembled. Her knees felt wobbly beneath her. Unsteadily, she made her way to the stove and reheated the coffee that was sitting there.
It was black, thick, like mud, but she forced it down. Slowly, finally, Sandy felt the cobwebs starting to clear out of her brain-felt her thoughts organizing themselves into reasonable order.
Then she saw the note sitting on the other side of the kitchen table.
The handwriting was unmistakably Katie's Sandy forced her eyes to focus, forced her brain to absorb the message.
Her lower lip began to quiver. Her eyes filled up with tears. She read the note again, wanting to find that she'd been wrong, that she'd misinterpreted.
There were no two ways about it, the betrayal was all too clear. Katie and Janie had taken a powder-left together for the day after supposedly having tried to wake Sandy unsuccessfully.
"Fucking cunts," she murmured in a soft voice. "Lousy, rotten douche-bag cunts."
Sandy tore the note into little pieces and threw it on the floor. She felt the adrenalin churning like butter inside her as misery turned quickly to rage.
Now she was awake, fully, completely, violently awake. Sandy leaped to her feet overturning the chair behind her with the sudden action. She didn't stop to pick it up, didn't care what damage she might have done. She was getting out of there. Getting away from that whole stinking mess. Liberating herself once and for all from the woman who only pretended to love her.
Well, at least the weather was on her side, Sandy thought glumly as she walked up Third Avenue enjoying the sensation of warm sunshine on her flesh. Still, she added silently, what the hell was there to do in the middle of the day? Where could she lose herself? How could she forget?
The crowds of outlandishly dressed people blocking the sidewalks near St. Mark's Place forced Sandy to slow her pace. She'd heard about the freaks centered around this neighborhood. Heard stories about weird goings-on among these "rebels." Maybe she could cook up some action here, she thought hopefully. Maybe she'd find others like herself who were disappointed, disillusioned, tired of trying. And, best of all, maybe she'd discover that her particular misery was not unique-that there were others who had suffered as she was suffering and managed, somehow, to survive.
She strolled slowly down St. Mark's Place absorbing the Bohemian atmosphere into her head. Willing herself to feel at one with the people around her. Her glance darted back and forth lingering on bright colors and dizzying psychedelic patterns-taking in the sight of young pretty girls with long shining hair and tight-fitting clothes.
Around her, on stoops, on sidewalks, people sat in clusters singing, joking, strumming guitars, beating bongo drums. Sandy felt her features relaxing into a half-smile, felt the stiffness easing out of her spine.
She was surrounded by youth. She liked that. The world around her seemed to be a mass of young attractive flesh-firm, tip-tilted tits clearly outlined beneath thin blouses-soft voluptuous buttocks provocatively encased in revealing pants-long, lithe legs tanned and shapely, exposed beneath mini-skirts and shorts.
There was a lot of good stuff here, Sandy assured herself happily. And, somewhere, in among this mass of humanity she'd find someone to want her-to care for her-to respond to love in kind.
As she passed a clothing store she felt herself suddenly possessed with the need for change-with the desire to change her own appearance like a snake shedding its old skin. Impulsively, Sandy turned and hurried down the short flight of steps into the entrance.
The woman was sitting a stool behind the counter. Long jet black hair caught the light coming through the plate glass window and reflected it in shimmering waves of blue-white. Opalescent nail-polish glittered as her finger tips fluttered across the strings of a guitar making soft soothing music.
Sandy paused in the doorway, intrigued by the sight before her. There was something about this woman that made her feel envious-the calmness, the peacefulness, the utter contentment that she seemed to radiate. And, of course, Sandy realized, the fact that she was very beautiful added enormously to the aura.
The woman looked up spotting Sandy for the first time and stopped playing. "Hi," she breathed, a soft, melodious liquid sound. "What can I do for you?"
Sandy felt herself being drawn into the hughest, softest pair of blue-grey eyes she'd ever seen. Immediately she returned the other's smile in kind, noticing the woman's ripe, pink lips-her soft, flawless skin-her long sculptured neck.
"I'd like some new clothes," Sandy whispered, feeling slightly hypnotized.
"You've come to the right place." The woman set her guitar down against the stool and lowered herself to the floor. "What did you have in mind?"
Sandy shrugged, momentarily unable to speak as the woman walked around the front of the counter. Her body was every bit as beautiful as her face. Long-limbed and lean, she could easily have been a model in a fashion magazine.
Black slacks clung to her softly rounded hips accentuating shapely thighs and high, rounded buttocks. A sleeveless white jersey showed the outlines of her bra and complimented the brazen thrust of bold tits.
"I said, what did you have in mind?" The woman smiled patiently as she eyed Sandy up and down.
And right then-in a momentary flash of awareness-Sandy realized that the woman was gay.
"I sort of need everything," Sandy stammered, flabbergasted, embarrassed, aware that her own interest must be clearly visible.
The woman's smile turned knowing. "From the inside out? Underwear and all?"
Sandy nodded.
"Follow me, please." The woman turned and moved down toward the back of the store swinging her hips loosely.
Sandy thought she must be going out of her mind. She'd never responded like this before-never had the distinct urge to reach out and just grab another woman. She wanted to pull off this one's clothes-to force her to the floor-to feast over her body inch by inch until they were both screaming with hot urgent desire.
The woman stopped before a rack of clothing, and turned around to face Sandy. "My name is Katrina," she breathed liquidly.
Sandy was fascinated by the way Katrina's mouth moved when she spoke, when she smiled. "I'm Sandy," she whispered, telling the other woman-with her eyes, with the tone of her voice that they had something in common-that their attraction was mutual.
Katrina's soft eyes shone with awareness, with pleasure-as if to communicate the fact that she'd read Sandy loud and clear. "Shall we begin with a pair of slacks?" she said.
The clothing had become a formality, Sandy realized-an act which they had to see through until its completion. "That'll be fine," she answered nodding. "What would you recommend?"
Katrina flipped through the hangers on the clothing rack and came out with a pair of white, linen hip-hugger slacks. "How about these?" she suggested.
Sandy nodded, agreeing without having hardly looked at them. She didn't care what Katrina picked. Colors and styles were unimportant. What mattered was that Katrina was in fact dressing her-adorning her in the clothing that would make her most attractive to this woman.
Sandy couldn't have been happier.
Draping the slacks over her arm, Katrina moved over to where the blouses were displayed and chose a bright print in shades of purple, pink and blue. "This is kind of wild, I know," she said, holding it up for Sandy's inspection, "but I think the colors will go well with your dark hair and light skin."
"I leave it up to you entirely." Sandy was willing-more than willing to do anything that would please Katrina.
And Katrina seemed to understand now, as she moved toward a shelf of leather sandals her attitude was more aggressive, almost dictatorial. "You'll wear these," she announced, lifting a pair of shoes. Suddenly she turned around and handed the entire outfit to Sandy. "Go into the back room," she said. "Take off your clothes. I'll bring the underwear in a minute."
Without a word of protest, Sandy hurried toward the dressing room door. Inside her chest her heart was beating violently, pounding with anticipation. She and Katrina had been like match and fuse. She knew it. She could sense it, feel it. Almost touch the electricity flying back and forth between them.
She closed the dressing-room door and began to take off her clothes. Sandy felt the beginnings of desire tingling through her flesh. Katrina was going to save her, she told herself. Katrina was going to make her forget about all bad things. Katrina was going to be the beginning of a new life, a new adventure, her first success.
She got as far as her bra and panties and stopped, suddenly self-conscious. Sandy stood in the little dressing room wincing at the glare from the naked bulb hanging overhead. Any moment, she knew, and Katrina would be coming in to join her, expecting to find her naked. But how could she just stand there fully exposed to view when the other woman had all her clothes on? How would she keep from dying of embarrassment? How would she maintain any semblance of poise and cool?
The door flew open and Katrina appeared, smiling as her glance swept the length of Sandy's near-naked body. "Aren't you undressed yet?" she said, the corners of her mouth turning up mischievously. "You certainly are a slow worker."
Sandy thought she caught a double entendre and froze on the spot. Katrina couldn't possibly have any ideas of fooling around right there in the middle of the store. No, that was too kinky, too insane even for the East Village.
Katrina's hand came out from behind her back, clutching a flimsy bra and panties. "Are you going to try these on top of those?" she said, barely containing her laughter as she glanced meaningfully toward the underwear Sandy wore.
Sandy opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"Come, come now. Don't tell me you're shy." Katrina was grinning openly now. There were no secrets left between them. Only the words were yet to be spoken. "Would you like me to help you? Turn around and I'll take care of the nasty little hooks."
Sandy caught the hint and moved until her back was facing Katrina. Breathless with excitement, she stood waiting for the touch of the other woman's fingers on her flesh-for that first wonderful contact.
Katrina unfastened the hooks on Sandy's bra and slid the garment down her arms. Sandy glanced downward at her own tits naked now. She saw the tips swollen and stiff already. Felt them throbbing with sudden life-with the need to be touched, to be kissed, to be fondled.
Cool fingers slid down along the ridge of her spine and stopped at the waistband of her panties. "Now let's get rid of these, shall we?" Katrina murmured, hooking her fingers underneath the thin material.
Sandy shivered as the panties were slipped down over her hips, her thighs and finally to the floor. She wanted to turn around now and throw herself into Katrina's arms but the sudden, overwhelming awareness of her own nudity prevented her from moving.
Katrina saved her the trouble. Swiftly the woman moved up behind Sandy, pressing her body up tight against her back and ass.
Sandy watched as the long graceful fingers slid around to cup her tits-to stroke the tips-to make her tremble with instant response.
Katrina's lips were warm, soft as they slid up the side of Sandy's neck to the lobe of her ear. "Lovely," Katrina whispered hoarsely. "Absolutely lovely." Her tongue snaked out and moistened her ear.
Sandy gasped and leaned backward resting her weight against Katrina's body, reveling in the ecstasy of contacts
The fragrance of Katrina's perfume filled her nostrils, intoxicating her. She closed her eyes and smiled, giving way to the pleasure dancing along her flesh as Katrina's fingers caressed the softness of her belly-moving slowly back and forth-slipping down to the top of her thigh and around to the inside.
She felt Katrina's hips rocking slowly, thrusting themselves forward increasing the pressure. Automatically, Sandy began to rotate her ass-moving herself provocatively-goading the other woman on.
"Any more of that and I'm going to strip my own clothes off," Katrina murmured as she ran her lips along the curve of Sandy's shoulder.
"Why don't you?" Sandy said, surprised at her own forwardness, her own brashness-but loving every minute of this new found freedom.
"Not here, baby," Katrina rasped. "It's not safe."
Reluctantly Sandy accepted Katrina's logic. She didn't like it but she-knew there was nothing she could do about it-at least not right away.
Katrina's long fingers began to explore further-stroking Sandy's juicy cunt-probing the most sensitive, mysterious areas of her body. Sandy groaned and shifted her position to accommodate Katrina's fingers as they plunged deeper.
Her knees felt as though they were turning to jelly. Her mind was twisting up somewhere toward the ceiling as Katrina's touch grew stronger, more insistent. Gulping for air, Sandy found Katrina's free hand and slid it back up over her tit, telling the woman, without words, what she needed, what she wanted-begging silently for the ecstasy of contact with another steaming cunt.
Katrina was quick to obey, happy to comply. With sure, knowing fingers, she massaged Sandy's tit-grinding the heel of her hand in slow, provocative circles-flattening the nipple beneath the pressure of her touch.
Sandy reached for the other tit with her own hand and manipulated it in rhythm with Katrina's very slow stroking motions. Then she rocked herself back and forth-pressing her hips forward-working to intensify the contact, to strengthen the pressure of Katrina's fingers.
Suddenly, Katrina lifted her hands to Sandy's shoulders and turned the girl around to face her. Their mouths met and clung hungrily-lips parted-tongues probing, making soft suckling sounds.
Sandy fitted herself to the curve of Katrina's body and wound her arms around the woman's neck. Through the thin material of Katrina's blouse she could feel the woman's tits pressing against her own-the nipples sharp, pointed, stiff with desire.
Katrina's hands slid down onto the curve of Sandy's ass and pulled her in close up, forcing their hips tightly together. Sandy began to undulate her belly, grinding herself against Katrina's body, exciting both of them at the same time.
Katrina's breathing grew heavier. Soft guttural sounds escaped her velvet throat.
Inwardly, Sandy smiled, exuberant with the knowledge that the woman was responding to her as strongly as she was responding to Katrina. Encouraged and delighted, she hugged Katrina tightly, wanting to get as close as possible, needing to take as much cunt as the woman was willing to offer.
Katrina's hands slid in between their bodies. Trembling fingers closed over Sandy's naked tits, cupping the soft flesh, intensifying the lovely sensations there.
Sandy buried her face beneath Katrina's chin, delighted for the warm, soft, tender place to hide. Grateful that here, at last, there seemed to be someone who wanted her-really wanted her.
"You're just a baby." Katrina observed aloud, a smile in her voice. "A sweet baby."
Sandy didn't answer, didn't try to correct the image. It was nice to be thought of that way again. Nice to be given credit for innocence.
And then, suddenly, Sandy needed more than just the preliminaries. Brazen with desire, she slid her hand onto Katrina's hip and snapped down the tab of the zipper that held the woman's slacks closed.
"Hey, you better watch that," Katrina cautioned. "I told you this isn't the safest place to play games."
"Nobody can see," Sandy crooned as she slid her hands down over the material of Katrina's panties and to the soft nakedness of the woman's thigh.
Katrina gasped and arched her back as Sandy's touch grew demanding, intimate. Her lips began to quiver and her eyes half closed with pleasure and excitement.
That was all Sandy needed to see. Quickly she slipped the material of the panties to the side and inched her finger underneath onto bare, moist flesh.
Katrina groaned as Sandy found her cunt and began to stroke slowly, rhythmically-applying pressure in such a way that made the other woman powerless to resist.
And at the same time Sandy felt her own excitement growing by leaps and bounds within her juicy cunt. Shuddering, she pressed her mouth to the soft swell of Katrina's breast-capturing the point through the blouse and bra and nipping playfully.
Katrina began to piston her hips. Whimpering with desire, she reached out for the wall to steady herself. Little beads of perspiration broke out along her forehead. Her mouth hung half open. Her lips moved as if to form words but no sound was forthcoming.
And then, suddenly, without warning, she grabbed Sandy's wrists and pushed the girl out to arm's length. "We've got to stop, baby," Katrina announced. "As much as I hate to. Five more minutes of this routine and you'd have me crawling the walls."
"I wasn't exactly indifferent myself," Sandy answered, barely able to get the words out sounding even.
"There's no need to rush through it here," Katrina said, zipping up the material of her slacks, smoothing her clothing.
"We'll have plenty of time to make it tonight at the party."
"The party?" Sandy's features turned questioning. "What are you talking about?"
"Mindy's party," Katrina answered, suddenly looking incredulous. "Don't tell me you've never heard of Mother Mindy?"
"Mother Mindy?" Sandy said.
Katrina laughed. "You must be new in this town, sweetheart," she said, her words mixed with little bubbles of laughter. "But don't let it bother you-you'll meet her tonight."
Sandy wondered what that party would be all about. It was something that intrigued yet frightened her at the same time.
She was not sure whether or not to trust her new-found friend. After that experience with Tamara she knew better than to trust someone simply on face value. There were many things to learn about people and she was just beginning to see the light.
She was learning her lessons the way that Katie had shown her.
That was never to trust anybody and take as many people for a ride as possible. It was the only way to insure a steady flow of people and yet never be hurt by any of them.
But Sandy also knew that she was not like that. She knew that she could never be as hard and callous as Katie was to her friends and to her lovers
There was something cruel and wicked about the whole thing and Sandy hoped that she would not have to make the same scene with her that she had made with Tamara.
There was something very compelling about the woman and Sandy felt it deep down in her cunt when she thought about it. She knew that the woman had a power over her that was stronger than anything she had ever felt with Katie. It was something that ruled her and forced her to do things that she knew were not right and not good for her.
But her juicy cunt needed the stimulation and the caresses of other women and especially the stimulation she could get from her.
Katrina was indeed a wonderful woman. She wondered just how the woman would make love to her and just how she could suck her cunt.
The little taste that she had in the back room of the store was enough to answer her question.
She would be great in bed. Of that she was sure. One could count on it. She knew she was in for one hell of a good time in bed.
How could it be any different, she asked herself. With a great body like hers and the way her mouth moved and her cunt became steaming hot from the stimulation she was sure that her cunt-sucking would be something out of this world. She was sure that she would be able to get off on her lovemaking.
As she thought of these things Sandy could feel her own cunt getting wet and slick with arousal. She felt the pressure build up inside her hole from the thought of having Katrina stick her mouth in there and suck in all the delicious juices she could produce.
Her mouth quivered a little and the breath was caught in her throat from the thought of making love to her.
It was something that she had never felt before in her life. Even though the woman was not around, she could feel the sexual power and force she held over her. She could feel the attraction that almost made her faint from too much lust.
But it was good to feel that way and she knew that she was better off for it. Better to have Katrina than Katie. Better to be sucked by this wonderful woman than to be ridiculed by that cunt!