She hadn't figured on it happening like this – not quite so soon, anyway – but it was time to get the big hassle over with, Hildy decided. Her aunt already suspected the worst, no doubt, and now it was time to confirm those suspicions. More to the point, it was time for open rebellion – especially since she had plenty of ammunition stored up.
"All right, Aunt Inez, so you caught us in the act. What are you going to do about it?"
"In the act? Hmm. In what act? I know Kate is here and not with her friend Alice – where's she's supposed to be, I might add – but that's hardly a crime."
Hildy swung around. "Kate, go visit Alice – I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with your boss. Besides, I think we're due for a family quarrel here."
"Yes, Kate, do run along," Inez said. "And there's no need to mention this to your mistress. We're not quarreling – it's just Hildegarde's childish imagination."
"Imagination. Oh sure…" Hildy waited until the front door closed behind the departing maid. "Okay, dear Aunt Inez, it's just you and me now. What's on your mind?"
"Well… uh… I'll admit I did speak rather sharply when I walked in and found Kate here at this hour. The two of you are spending entirely too much time together."
"She's teaching me to be a maid, right? And that takes a lot of time, doesn't it?"
"Umm, perhaps. Yes, you're quite right, I sup pose. I spoke in haste and I'm sorry."
"You'd better be. What did you think we were doing, fooling around? Yeah, I'll bet that's what…"
"Hildegarde, be still! I've already apologized and quite sincerely, too – now let that be the end of it. I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Is that so? No idea at all? Well, maybe I'd better fill you in, huh? Cuntlapping, that's what. That's exactly what I'm talking about."
"You-you little monster! Where did you learn such filthy language? I've got a good mind to take you over my knee and spank you. Wallop the daylights out of you. And then wash your dirty little mouth out with soap!"
"Oh shit, you're putting me on. You know more about cuntlapping than I do. In fact, everybody in…"
"How dare you! Shut your mouth, you vicious child! I don't want to hear another word out of you!"
"Cool it, cool it, don't get your pee in a stew. Like I was saying, Aunt Inez, everybody in this whole Goddamn building knows more about cuntlapping than I do. They're all a bunch of lesbians – including you, right?"
"Oh! What a thing to say!"
The shell of indignation didn't fool Hildy one bit. She could see the truth, the shock in her aunt's eyes. The shock and the pain. And there was fear now, too – as if the poor old dame's insides had just been destroyed. It was awful to watch such destruction. Kind or depressing. And even in her moment of triumph Hildy felt a certain compassion.
"Aunt Inez? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I guess it was just my way of getting back at you."
"Getting… back at me? On. I understand. Because you're my niece – or practically my niece, part of the family, anyway – and I've been treating you like a servant. Is that it? If so, I don't blame you for being upset."
"No, that's not the reason, not really. It's because you treat me like a dumb servant – that's what's bugging me. I'm just a dumb little kid to you."
"Oh."
"And I'm not, Aunt Inez, even though I didn't do well in school. I'm not as stupid as you think."
"Hmm. That's becoming quite obvious." Then, with a wry but sincere smile, "Painfully obvious, I must admit. You're a very clever child. Although I'd better not call you a child, either, considering how much you've developed lately. And how much you've managed to learn about the people in this building."
An outward semblance of composure had been regained, a shaky truce declared, but there wasn't much doubt about who held the whip-hand. A building full of lesbians? The threat of blackmail hung in the air…
Hildy was content to let it hang. The blackmail notion didn't mean a damn thing to her, of course, except in the way that it affected her aunt. Lesbians in the building were fine, just fine, and she wouldn't dream of squealing to the authorities about such a thing; oh shit, that might even cause trouble for her friend Kate. No, the best bet now was to drop the touchy subject and just go on as though it hadn't even been mentioned. Keep it friendly. But go on just the same, on into this new world opening up to her, on to explore all the possibilities of the situation. Especially this possibility. What fun!
"About your treating me like a servant… uh, I don't really mind that, Aunt Inez. I kind of like it, you know? I'm glad to help out around the house."
"That-that's very sweet of you."
"Only I wish you'd let me help out in other ways, too. Kate has been teaching me how to be a personal maid, not just a girl to do the housecleaning."
"Oh? No wonder you two are so close. Personal maid. Hmm. And you find that interesting?"
"Uh-huh. But I never get a chance to practice. If I try it with Kate, both of us bust out laughing all the time. So do you think maybe… uh…"
"You want to be my personal maid?"
"No… I couldn't, I'm not good enough. There's a lot to learn and I don't know all that much about it yet. Kate says it takes years. But-but would you let me try? I mean just for a little while, just for a little practice?"
"Hildegarde, you're a darling. How could I refuse such a charming request? Practice any time you care to."
"Right now?" Then, giggling, "Hey, you know something? That's the first time you ever called me darling. Feels nice."
"Yes, right now if you like. And I'm sure it's quite correct for a mistress to address her maid as darling. I've heard Margalo Fitch do it, and she should know. But let's get down to business, shall we? Speak up – just what would my darling little personal maid like to do for me, hmm?"
"Uh, give you a bath?"
"Well now…"
"Please, Aunt Inez? I know it's pretty late, but let me run a tub for you. I'll fix a bubble bath, nice and hot and loaded with perfume. It'll be just right, just perfect. And you can relax and be lazy while I do all the work, okay?"
"Hmm. That's the best offer I've had all day. You make it sound irresistible, my dear. Fine, then. I'm putting myself in your hands. Take good care of me."
"Oh, I will, I will. Now let me go do the tub and then I'll come back and help you. Uh… if you're embarrassed about getting undressed…"
"Who's embarrassed? Go to work, young lady. Scat!"
Hildy trotted off. In the bathroom, she adjusted the faucets deftly and soon the scented foam rose high to permeate the place with a crushed-flower fragrance.
"Mmm, that perfume," Inez called. "I can smell it all the way out here. And incidentally, just in case you're embarrassed, I'm already undressed. Ready or not, here I come."
"Oh? You should have let me help you. But come on – the tub is as ready as you are." Hildy cut off the taps, avoiding the sight of her aunt's naked body, aware that the situation was still a bit ticklish. Peace and harmony prevailed, but only because of that unspoken blackmail threat – and she had no desire to upset the apple cart. "In you go now. Not too hot, is it?"
"All… just right. Perfect."
In silence, Hildy plunged her arms into the pyramid of foam to start spreading a film of soapy lather over the plump shoulders of her aunt. She worked swiftly, waiting for some reaction as the flesh quivered under her fingers.
"You-you don't have to do that."
"Sure, I do. Part of my job." Then, "Hey, don't wiggle around so much. I'm getting soaked."
"Sorry. Oh, you are wet. Your dress…"
"Yeah." Hildy stepped back. "Well, I'll just have to do something about that. Mind if I get comfortable?" Briskly, almost nonchalantly, she undid a button and tugged a zipper and peeled out of the garment.
The expression on Aunt Inez's face came as a revelation and Hildy was instantly aware of the possibilities. The discarded dress was damp and her original idea had been only to protect it. But now, suddenly, they were beyond that stage. The hunger in her aunt's eyes was just too noticeable. That hot stare seemed to be piercing the thin fabric of her bra and panties. She could almost feel it burning through.
Hurriedly, pulses pounding in a kind of weird excitement, Hildy stripped herself bare. Then, posing for a moment, she let the avid eyes drink their fill as they made her more and more conscious of her own sexual power. Now the gaze was fixed and unashamed, practically scorching her skin.
"Hildegarde… you…"
"I wish you'd call me Hildy. Or darling, maybe. I hate that Hildegarde name. It sounds so…"
"Darling, you're beautiful." The voice was choked, just a whisper. "I never dreamed you were so lovely." Elation surged, but Hildy managed to hide it. Instead, feigning a businesslike attitude, she bent and continued her job of bathing the plump figure beneath the hill of bubble-froth. But now her young breasts were out in the open, small but compact and nicely shaped, jutting like a pair of wicked temptations in front of the woman's face.
And temptations they were, evidently. "Darling, I-I…" Breathing audibly, Inez stumbled over her words. She swallowed them, lapsing into silence…
The tiny bathroom, suffused with the mingled odors of perfumes and powders and delicate femininity, became charged with currents of emotion. Hildy bent lower, her hand slithering around and moving down across the rounded belly to cup the soft wet silk mound. She heard a gasp but ignored it as her fingers began to wiggle. The idea of playing with a woman's pussy didn't much appeal to her, but it seemed like the natural thing to do at this stage of the game. Give a little, gain a lot. So just this once…
Other than the busy fingers down there, she remained completely still. Motionless. Her breasts were just inches from Inez's open mouth. And slowly, as though nothing could interrupt the all but imperceptible closing of the gap, the inches melted away. Hildy watched through half-lidded eyes as the shiny lips approached. And then they were where she wanted them, on her breasts – she's kissing my tits! – exactly where they belonged, those eager lips, sucking the nipples in unconcealed desire. The lips of her high-and-mighty Aunt Inez. Sucking, sucking, suck, suck, suck – and Hildy found the sensation positively exhilarating.
After a while she pulled back slightly to see what would happen, gloating as the pursed lips strained frantically to follow, the yearning face all contorted. Again, deliberately, she moved backward a trifle and again, just as expected, the motion brought an immediate response. A moan, almost a sob – and once more the feverishly seeking mouth. Now the hungry woman was half up out of the tub trying to retain contact.
Hildy straightened up with a smile, waiting for the reaction and preparing herself to cope with it, whatever it might be. Now or never! No better opportunity would ever come along. The final blow had to be administered this very night.
A mumble, "I-I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what?"
"I didn't mean to – well, you know…"
"Oh shit, Aunt Inez, let's not kid ourselves. We both know the score now. I finger-fucked you a little and that did it. Turned you on, right? You got hot. Hot enough to kiss my tits. Hot enough to lap my cunt if I gave you the chance. Hot enough to stick your tongue up my asshole and…"
"Hildegarde!"
"My name is Hildy, damn you! Now come on, hustle your ass out of the tub and let's jump into bed. As long as we're going to do something, let's do it right. Come on!"
A scramble of action resulted. There was only a pretense of drying off and then they scurried out into the bedroom, Hildy leading the way. At the bed she pushed the breathless woman down on her back and leaned over her. "Here. You like my titties?" This time she made no attempt to tease when the glistening lips parted. "Good. Kiss my tits, my nice young tits. Yeah. That's it. You love them. You love all of me, right?"
"Ah… yesss."
"Then touch me. Touch me with your hands." Hildy clambered up over the supine form, making herself comfortable, resting upon her hands and knees. "Yes, like that. Touch me. All of me. Come on, touch my cunt!"
"Darling."
"Your fingers. Good, good."
"Mmm?"
"Now your mouth!"
A small wail sounded but was quickly muffled as Hildy shifted to press her advantage to the utmost. The plump body underneath jerked and twitched, but the only thing that moved with any real purpose was an unseen tongue. That moved delightfully, and she knew that everything was coming up roses.
"Yeah. Great! It figures. Like I said awhile ago, you know all about cuntlapping, you sure do. Now let's see if you know how to lick an ass. Here. A nice young ass." And then, as the unseen tongue complied unstintingly with the new and forceful thrust of her body, "Oh shit, Aunt Inez, think of all the time we've wasted. You could have been eating my cunt and sucking my ass weeks ago, isn't that right?"
"Ummm."
"But don't worry, we'll make up for lost time."