The telephone slammed down in her ear.
Dex held the receiver out and stared at the ear piece without seeing it. As the phone trembled in her hand, she imagined the expression on Ryan's face. Her nose would be wrinkled up a little, her eyes would be blazing fire and brimstone, her mouth would be cruel, all for a split second. Then it would collapse. Her chin would begin to tremble, tears would well up in her eyes and she would turn away. Ryan was not much of a fighter.
Then she imagined Gena, her cocky ways, and her delight at being the odd end of a triangle.
The thought of Gena's glee made the blood pound in her temples. The scaredy cat, the tearful expression she had glimpsed from the cab which in the end meant revenge, it was all there. It would make her enjoyment of the situation just perfect, thought Dex. Dex slapped the phone back into place and slumped for a moment against one wall of the booth. Already the situation had gotten way out of bounds. There would be no controlling Gena now. Gena was feeling a taste of power. And Dex knew that it was Gena's cup of tea.
She eased out of the phone booth, urged on by a hand of fate which seemed to be pushing her headlong into disaster. She had been unable to avoid the confrontation between Ryan and Gena. Now she would have to go there and face them both squarely. With Ryan on one side and Gena on the other, Dex felt as though she were being caught in a vise.
Three in a bed and you're dead.
But that's how it was going to wind up, Dex knew. If she herself didn't force the issue, she knew that Gena would.
Jerkily, Dex kept glancing around for a cab. All of her was wound up into tight springs. Coiled and ready for action, she could barely live through time and space until she reached Gena's apartment.
In the taxi, she sat forward on the edge of the seat and played with the heavy gold ring on her small finger. Suddenly, she remembered the moment when Ryan had bought her that ring. Vacation on Cape Cod. Just the two of them. Alone. Before Ryan had started playing around… Before she needed to.
Dex thrust away thoughts of Ryan. This was no time to rehash past mistakes.
Yet she sensed that Gena was probably making Ryan jump through hoops. She could almost hear Gena describing the sexy affair. Gena would know how to make the most of her advantage.
"I'm Dex's roommate," said Ryan coolly. Gena stood with the door open, staring at the beautiful girl in front of her.
"Well, come in. Any friend of…" Gena knew enough to stop short from uttering the full cliche. It would have been as stupid as saying that Dex was her latest one-night stand. So this was the big bad wolf, she thought to herself, eyeing Ryan up and down. The long willowy legs, long hair, sharp eyes, beautiful cheekbones – this was indeed something very special.
Ryan sauntered slowly into the apartment. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do or say next. It seemed imperative that she confront the girl.
She had left Robard feeling slightly foolish at having slept with him, yet at the same time glad I that the tension had come to a head and that she had satisfied him. She was not a man-hater. That was more Dex's territory. But no man could satisfy her, especially not at this crisis in her life. She had needed a woman. She had called Morton.
"You must have seen her leave last night," she had pressed. There had been a long silence on the end of the phone, then Morton had answered.
"Well, I guess I did. So what."
"Then tell me who it was. I've got to know."
"That's a switch," said Morton cattily.
"It might be a switch, but it's real. Something's happened…"
"Oh, I know what's happened. You've been shaken out of your tree, honey child. And mother's not there to lick your wounds."
"Oh, shit, Morton, just tell me who it was. This is no time for sermons. I've got to get to her."
"But whatever for?" Morton had replied. And, in fact, she did not know why. Except perhaps there was that vague feeling inside her that if she managed to seduce the girl, whoever she was, that it would break the spell she held over Dex. And then, too, she had to admit she was curious, even sexually interested in seeing what this girl looked like.
Finally Morton had given her a name, an address and a phone number. And there she was. The girl was very attractive in a spiritedly, childish way. Her curly blonde hair and firm figure was an eye-catcher, Ryan had to admit. But she just didn't seem the type that Dex would normally fall for. So why had she?
"My name is Ryan."
"Oh, I know. Morton already called me. She… warned me you were coming. Are you planning to scratch my eyes out?"
The boldness of Gena's confrontation startled her. She hadn't prepared herself for this.
"Why, no, why should I?"
"Because I'm a threat. I guess I am a threat or why else would you bother to be here."
The two of them stood facing each other. Two sensual females, full-breasted, hot animals, held at bay by the circumstances.
"You're really beautiful. I don't see why…" continued Gena.
"Because you're fresh and new. I'm a known quantity."
"But she was so afraid of having us meet. I don't know why you're concerned." Ryan's eyebrows arched in surprise.
"What do you mean?" asked Ryan. She felt stupid asking this kid questions of such momentum.
"Just that I don't think you have anything to worry about on that score. Dex is obviously in love with you."
"But she's fascinated by you," Ryan blurted out. She bit her tongue afterward. She was no good at these kinds of games. She had just thrown all her cards down on the table before even playing a hand.
Gena perked up. She sashayed her ass slightly as she moved across the room. She had not even dreamed she had had that effect on Dex. How had it happened? she wondered. When Dex had put her in that cab, she'd figured it was all over. Now Ryan was confronting her with a brand-new situation she had never dreamed would have existed.
Ryan noticed the pert rump move across the room. She bit her lower lip for the second time in five minutes. This kid had gotten every ounce of meaning out of her last stupid sentence. She now understood everything. She knew her power. That was what the flick of the ass was telling her.
"Oh, I can't believe that," drawled Gena. She turned herself around to face Ryan, almost making a pirouette. Ryan noticed her breasts for the first time. She was naked under her tight jersey. The nipples poked through the thin cloth as if ready to jump out and be loved.
"Well… it's true to some extent," replied Ryan, gathering her wits about her. She had to be careful with Gena. She had to calm down and take control of herself. "How old are you, Gena?" she asked suddenly trying to get a grip on the situation.
"Oh, shit, really…" replied the girl. A smirk crossed her face. "You aren't really serious, asking me that. Are you going to tell me I'm too young to be a home-wrecker?"
"No, I wasn't," replied Ryan, getting her usual poise together. "What I was going to say was that Dex and I have been through a lot together. That years mean something. And that you haven't even begun. Otherwise you wouldn't be so callous." Ryan marked the end of her statement with a smirk of success. Gena only smiled.
"Some people know a lot when they're young. Some are stupid when they're old. What's the difference?"
"The difference is time, Gena," she said, pausing at the fact that she had finally addressed the girl by name. "Dex and I are linked by time."
"Time can be a bore. Let's talk about something else. Let's talk about you. You're so beautiful. Are you an actress?" Ryan was taken aback by the switch.
She hesitated, then blurted out, "Yes I am. So what does…"
"You look like one. Anyone would know. Men must follow you in the streets all the time, come up to you at bus stops, never stop giving you the eye." Ryan blushed. She thought of Robard. All that attention, all that sex from him had been just like that.
"Sometimes," she admitted.
"Do you like men? I mean, do you like them at all? Have you ever made it with one?" Gena kept on prodding. Ryan sucked her breath in sharply between her teeth.
"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean. How about you?"
"Never. I wouldn't let a man put a hand near me. They disgust me." The violence of her reply stopped the conversation short. Ryan looked at the girl in amazement.
"Well, they are the other half of the population. Don't you think you're being a bit extreme?"
"Nope," replied Gena, sitting down on the living room couch. "Why don't you sit down, Ryan?" Ryan didn't know whether to do what she said or not. She didn't want to seem to be obeying the kid, but it would be stupid to simply remain standing while she sat and looked her over. Ryan came over and sat down on the couch as well.
"That's cozy," smirked Gena. "Don't you agree that it's much nicer, women being together like this, just like we are now? I don't know, it's just much more comfortable."
"Don't you ever do anything that's not comfortable?" asked Ryan slowly, feeling like a school marm.
"Never. Not if I can help it," she replied brightly. "You know what?"
"What?" replied Ryan, once again taken off guard immediately.
"I'd like to make love to you." Ryan's mouth almost dropped open. She couldn't believe the directness, the utter boldness of this kid.
"You must be crazy. Are you for real?" she blurted out in response.
"Why, don't you like the way I look? Most women think I'm pretty sexy. Dex certainly did." Involuntarily, Ryan found herself looking Gena over, admiring her firm, pointed breasts and her tight hips and full mouth.
"Of course you're attractive. You know that well enough. That doesn't mean that I'm going to jump into bed with you."
"Oh," replied Gena, assuming a pout. "I thought from what Morton said that you did a lot of that."
"A lot… a lot of what?" Ryan stammered.
"Oh, sleeping around, sleeping with girls you think are attractive. You haven't answered whether you think I'm attractive."
"Goddamn it, yes, you're attractive. You know that well enough." Her voice rose in anger. Why the hell had she come here? What did she think she would ever accomplish?
"What I know or don't know doesn't matter shit. It's what you think that matters."
"Oh, come off it, girl. I can't believe that." Ryan's face drew itself into a mask of scorn. It was all getting too silly.
"But it's true. It does matter. I wish you didn't hate me so much," she said, turning her eyes away.
"I don't hate you, Gena." Again she had said the girl's name. It could only spell disaster. This kid could twist her around her little finger and it would feel good. Saying her name again like that could only make matters worse. Was she really reacting, really starting to feel something for this bratty kid?
"Oh, I think you do. You certainly hated me when you arrived. I think you came here to do something like hit me, kick me. After all, I'm a threat."
Ryan paused and started laughing. She could not believe the turn of the conversation. Already the girl had managed to put herself up as the martyr and Ryan as the sadist, out to harm poor innocence.
"There's not a violent bone in my body. I just wanted to see what you looked like, that's all." And this was the best truth Ryan could give.
"So do you like it or hate it?"
"What?"
"What you see." Gena turned her face full towards her. Her eyes were large and seemed so open and guileless. Ryan let her dead drop slightly so she would not have to look into that piercing stare.
"You're an attractive girl, I've told you that already."
"Yes, but do you like me?"
"I don't know. I don't even know you. It's absurd. How could I know now whether I like you or not."
"But you've already made up your mind. I'm sure of it. Everybody does right off. You're no exception."
Ryan turned away again, trying to hide a smile creeping over her face despite everything. She twisted her head back quickly, facing Gena. Her face was wreathed in a smile.
"Oh, Gena, of course I like you. You're such a silly little kid. Nobody could hate you." Gena tilted her head downward slightly, averting her eyes.
"People have, you know."
Ryan wanted to laugh out loud. Gena was going too far, playing the poor orphan beaten by the big bad world. Furthermore, Ryan couldn't believe a word she said. Gena was spoiled. It was obvious that she had always gotten her way.
Gena laid her hand on Ryan's thigh.
"For instance," continued Gena, "I never thought that Dex cared anything for me, really. I'm shocked, honest. I thought I was a piece of trash to her. You know when she knew you'd come home, she just threw me into a cab." Ryan showed her surprise, despite herself. "And when she did that, I really did feel like trash. I cried. You can even ask her. She saw it. I know she did even though she pretended not to."
Ryan sat there in total confusion. It would have been just like Dex to have a sudden pang of remorse and treat the kid in that way. Dex was such a romantic, such a Puritan at heart.
"Well, I'm sorry if Dex hurt you. I don't think she meant to," Ryan replied softly. Gena moved her hand over Ryan's thigh. Then she bent over and rested her head on her shoulder. Ryan could think of nothing to do but pat the girl softly on the head. She didn't know whether Gena was going to burst into tears or what.
"There's nothing so serious about that."
"You think it's serious, Ryan. You wouldn't have come to get a look at the little whore Dex made it with, if you didn't." Ryan caught herself. She was going to blurt out, no, you're nothing of the kind… but it would have been a lie. That's exactly why she had come. To call the girl a whore, a piece of trash.
"So I've changed my mind." She gave Gena a fresh appraisal. She was very attractive. Her curly blonde hair was fabulous. She wanted to run her hand through it.
All of a sudden everything changed. It was as if a drug had escaped into the air of the apartment and they were stoned.
Gena moved her hand up Ryan's thigh and pressed it into her crotch. The touch of a woman, after that of Robard, electrified her. It was perhaps what she had really wanted after all, when she had left his place. She had needed a contrast, a reminder of the feel of a woman. And now Gena, of all people, was providing that.
As if in a dream the two woman undressed quietly. The first sight of Gena's bare breasts sent a shiver up Ryan's spine. Her breasts were lovely. She wanted to clasp them, knead them in her hand. She reached out and touched the nipple of one of them, feeling it stiffen under her finger tips.
A sigh exploded from Ryan's throat as Gena suddenly went down on her knees and licked her long tongue over her crotch. The boldness of this young animal now excited her totally. So this was what had mesmerized Dex. She understood everything now as the pink tongue licked in between her fast-swelling labia.
In no time Gena had found her clitoris and had coaxed it out of the hood of flesh. She pulled on it with her lips, then with her teeth. She sucked on it just as Ryan had sucked on Robard's stiff cock.
Ryan felt almost sick with pleasure as the young mouth played its tricks on her. It was suddenly too much, too soon. Only hours ago a man had done the same thing to her. She felt she must be mad.
Visions of Robard's stiff cock ramming down her throat filled her head as Gena sucked her cunt. The fantasy aroused her further and sickened her at the same time.
Suddenly she knew she had to have a woman's cunt in her mouth. She craved the odor the taste everything about it. Somehow it would cleanse her of this whole nightmare.
Then the phone rang.
"It's Dex," said Gena immediately.
"How do you know? You didn't plan to see her tonight or something?"
"No, no, nothing like that. But I'm sure it is. I didn't even give her my number. She never asked, incidentally. But I know she must have gotten it from Morton. Prove it. You answer the phone."
Ryan hesitated. If it was Dex on the line she wasn't sure she wanted to hear her voice. "I don't want to," she blurted out, then caught herself. She sounded like a whining infant. Gena grinned at her. "I'll answer it. It couldn't be," said Ryan, moving toward the telephone.
Picking up the line, hearing Dex's voice, she was speechless. She held the phone to her ear as if in slow motion, then quickly hung up.
During the short time Ryan had been on the phone, Gena had disappeared into the other room. Now she returned, grinning cockily.
"It was her, wasn't it?" She knew the answer before even asking it, of course. "So what did you say?"
"I hung up," replied Ryan with a blank expression.
"That wasn't very nice. Oh well, I'm sure you have your reasons." The sound of Gena's voice echoed in her head. Reasons? Just what were they, after all? Ryan went over and sat down naked on the couch. She buried her head in her hands, trying to get a grip on things. Suddenly she didn't care if Gena saw her in so vulnerable a position. It didn't matter.
Ryan heard Gena's bare feet patter across the room, then felt her breath on her leg.
"Let me make love to you. That's what really matters now."
Ryan felt the small mouth nuzzle the tender flesh of her inner thigh. She shook her head violently, as if trying to shake out the confusion.
"You're right, Gena. You're absolutely right."
In minutes the two women were down on the floor, kissing each other's bodies. Ryan was seized again with the desire to taste Gena's cunt. In seconds she had licked down the girl's thighs, sending her moaning as her mouth clamped down her damp pussy. She pushed her tongue between the swelling labia, eager for the taste of the girl's juices.
She was not disappointed. As her tongue flicked over Gena's clitoris, a gush of pre-cum seeped out of the hollow of her vulva and rushed into her mouth. Ryan moaned loudly as she licked it up and savored it. The odor, the slickness of it, the taste, everything was making her drunk.
She felt Gena's cunt beginning to shudder as the muscles of her vulva contracted against the invading tongue.
"Lick me, oh, lick me," Gena began moaning loudly. The words sent Ryan slurping and sucking like a maniac. She wanted to make the girl come right now. She wanted to feel the spasms, the shudder of her body as she peaked.
Gena continued moaning. She put her hands on top of Ryan's head and pushed it down. Ryan felt she would smother as her face was jammed between the girl's sweating thighs.
Gena began bucking, riding her prodding tongue. Ryan grabbed her underneath, cupping the two cheeks of her round ass in her hands. She shoved the girl's cunt up at a different angle so that she could lick deeper insider her and suck on her labia at the same time.
Gena suddenly came alive. Her moans became shrill as her cunt writhed against Ryan's mouth and suddenly her whole body quivered.
"Oh, Ryan," she gasped, "I'm coming. I'm coming." With that, Ryan's tongue and mouth were overwhelmed in a gush of juice and contractions. Gena peaked quickly, shuddering into climax and then rested her ass back down on Ryan's hands. She lay exhausted. Ryan caught her breath.
"That was something else…" muttered Ryan. She pulled her hands out from between the girl's ass and the floor. She wiped her mouth and chin with the back of one of them. Her eyes were watering.
"Did you like me, Ryan? I loved you. Ryan," Gena added, sitting up. She threw her arms around the exhausted woman. "You're so beautiful."
Gena began kissing her all over. First her neck, then Ryan's shoulders and her breasts. There she stopped for a while, nibbling at the excited, distended nipples, sucking them hard. Then she continued, kissing her shoulders, then she went back to her neck and chin. When Gena reached her mouth, she drove her tongue inside it and kissed hotly.
Ryan shut her eyes and enjoyed the prodding young tongue. She felt a burning in her loins. If the girl kept this up, she would have to come, too, and somehow she didn't want to. She was tired of sex. Sex and all the mayhem it seemed to bring with it.
"Let's get up off the floor at least," said Ryan pulling her mouth off Gena's…
Dex pushed herself back against the seat of the cab and wondered where Gena learned to have so much nerve. Was it the sheer bounciness of her youth? Or was she a born troublemaker? Dex shook her head as recollections of Gena swarmed around her head.
"We're here," she called to the driver as her gaze caught sight of the house number.
Dex paid and flew out of the taxi. She took the stoop steps of the brownstone two at a time. A rubber ball whizzed past her ear, zigzag from the side wall. She caught it, turned and flung the ball out to the boys in the street.
Then she started up the staircase at a run in an effort to use up some of her rage before reaching the two women.
At the top floor, she felt alive with the pounding, driving force inside her ribs. She glanced down the dim hall and saw that one door stood ajar.
A grin came to her face. Gena was waiting for her to appear. She had even opened the door for her after she had called. Gena had anticipated her.
No one had time or inclination for the ceremonial behavior of civilized adults. No one had the need to preserve the semblance of pride. Dex pushed the door wider and walked in, bracing herself to find anything, see anything that the woman might have concocted for her added displeasure.
And Dex saw that she was not wrong.
They stood in the small living room, both of them naked and lovely and close to each other. They stood with their backs to her so that Dex could see the round firmness of their high behinds.
Dex swallowed hard as she realized that they had banded together. They intended to outsmart her. Get her in some way. If they had argued, if they had fought over her, they were managing to conceal their competitive spirit. Ryan and Gena might hate each other. But they hated her more, she was sure of it. And, obviously, they were out for blood.
Dex had shut the door and locked it with unconscious desire for no further interruptions. She had come here to make peace, somehow. And she had come here to seduce Gena once and for all.
"Hi, fellas," Dex said. "Anybody got a drink for me?"
Instantly, Dex knew she had started off on the wrong foot. She saw Ryan lift one arm and slide it around Gena's shoulder.
Dex realized that Ryan's hand, unseen, was reaching downward to cup one of Gena's breasts. Ryan was no slacker after all. And she was accustomed to sleeping with strange women. The habit had given her a head start.
Gena turned slightly. But she turned inward so that her body brushed along Ryan's. Shorter than Ryan by many inches, Gena could move easily, even within their embrace. Her nipple flattened out against the ribbed rise of Ryan's diaphragm.
"Help yourself," Gena drawled and nodded to an end table with some bottles that glinted emptily in the cast light of a small table lamp.
Dex actually didn't want the drink at all. She had asked for it just for something to say. An opening line that came out easily. But the empty bottles warned her. She looked around for the telltale glasses. If Ryan had a load on, there could be no end of trouble.
"No, I haven't," Ryan said. "I haven't touched a thing all afternoon… I've been too busy."
The implication fell like bricks onto Dex's toes. She winced and turned away from the two. If they had worn each other out, what use could it be to start them up again? They might not need it, might not want it.
And yet Dex knew better. They were two femmes. Though either of them could take the initiative, it could add up only to child's play.
Dex smiled to herself, feeling suddenly needed in a way that required no explanations.
She sauntered up behind the two women and put each of her hands on a cool buttock. The situation was strange, but the women were familiar and suddenly Dex pressed herself in close, warming up to the idea of taking Ryan and Gena to bed at the same time.
Ryan said, "What makes you think we need you?"
Now Dex grinned openly, sure of her role. She had anticipated the question and the answer came up in a welling of flame that lit her eyes and her total expression. She saw Ryan blush under its impact.
A hand slid down and touched the back of Dex's thigh. Gena leaned in closer as her hand began to stroke upward along the material of the slacks.
"Who's your friend?" Gena said to Ryan. "She feels tough."
"No friend of mine," Ryan answered. "Just some bastard I happen to know."
Ryan's answer was a case of the pot calling the kettle black, and Dex knew that Ryan knew it well. The situation was shaming Ryan. Throwing up to her all the years of her own misbehavior. The breath came from her parted lips in short, anxious gasps. She was struggling to keep up a brave front. Hiding the truth of her guilt behind the nakedness of her flesh.
But Gena's face was all alight with mischief. Her soft curls bobbed as she moved her head about, flirting alternately with Ryan and with Dex. She seemed to like huddling close with other bodies. The touch of many breasts, the radiating warmth, added fuel to her devilishness.
"I suppose you want to go to bed with us, don't you?" Her voice was a languid wash of words.
The impulse to lean over and kiss her hard, stop the lightheartedness and turn it into serious, craving passion, made Dex tremble to control herself. If she kissed anybody, it had to be Ryan first. That was the least she could do to soothe Ryan's destroyed security. And it would also put Gena in her place. Cut down some of her big-shot notions.
Dex looked directly into Ryan's eyes.
"Yes, I wouldn't mind going to bed with you… for a change."
Ryan shook her head as though trying to ward off the blow of Dex's meaning. Her long hair fell forward, covering her lowered eyelids. Dex lifted her hand away from Ryan's behind and stroked the hair back from her cheek. She saw Ryan's lower lip jutting defiantly.
A tinge of tenderness swept lightly into Ryan's blush. Dex saw it and responded with a savage anger. Ryan had wasted so many years of their life together. Was now the time for her to try to make up for it all? Did Gena have to come between them before Ryan woke up to the sordid rottenness of things?
Dex felt shaken to the marrow by a convergence of feelings. As she leaned in to kiss Ryan, her body ached to grab Gena. She wanted to lose herself with Gena…
As her lips met Ryan's mouth, Gena's hand tightened into Dex's thigh.
There was no getting away from the girl. Not even for the fraction of an instant's kiss.
"What are we standing around here for?" Gena said, her voice intruding upon Dex's desire to soothe Ryan. "I have a nice, big, comfy bed in there."
Dex lifted her face away from Ryan and asked her with silent question if that was what she really wanted… for the three of them to tumble around together, have a three-way, watch each other make love.
The defiance blazed up now in Ryan's wide-eyed, steady stare. She seemed to be reading Dex's need. And now it was Dex's turn to blush beneath the scrutiny. Dex knew that she could not hide from Ryan the crazy passion for Gena. There was no use trying to fool anyone. Both women knew, even now, without having to see it born out in bed. Now both women seemed to want to bring it all to a climax.
Dex felt herself giving up. She would go through with it. She would risk showing everything to Ryan, her passion for a kid, her silliness. She began to undo the pants belt.
"That's better," Gena said. "Show us that lovely body of yours."
Dex ground her teeth and kept silent. She wanted sex. She did not want trouble or complications. Least of all did she want to be teased for her impulsive weakness. What was Gena really driving at? She flicked her glance to the girl's face. Gena, grinning and clicking her tongue, looked like one of the Pepsi People. There was no hint of malice. No hint of evil. No sigh of anything beyond a pure, spirited love of fun. She couldn't believe it. No woman could be so callous. Gena moved forward.
She poked two fingers at the belt buckle and drew it open. Then she grabbed hold of the zipper tab and flicked the zipper open with a twist of the wrist. Her face was so bright and consistently open it seemed that she might have been beating an egg instead of undressing one woman's lover before the other.
Yet Dex knew better. The condition of Gena's nipples gave away the fact that she was just as excited by the prospect of sex as Dex. The thought now crossed her mind as to what they had been doing there naked when she arrived. They must have had sex. They couldn't have stripped down just to wait for her to arrive.
Dex's mind raced through the possibilities. She had assumed that they needed her to have a good time. She was the butch one. But times had changed, if Dex had not. And Gena was not part of the generation that seemed to think in terms of butch and femme, just fucking.
Now as Dex looked at Gena's nipples, they began to harden, as though the look were a touch of fingertips or of tongue.
Dex had tasted that body once, but she knew it well, as well as if she had sucked it up in her mouth over and over. Looking at her firm, young flesh, she could smell her cunt again in her nostrils.
Now, as she devoured Gena with her eyes, the girl was quick to respond. She needed no coaxing into the liquid well of desire. She seemed to live in it constantly. Her feelings were continually balanced on the edge of passion, a flower ready to bloom, heavy inside with the promise of pollen. She was all things. And changeable, depending on the mood of the beholder.
Without protest, Dex let Gena take off the polo shirt and open the bra beneath it.
Gena put her palms to each other nipples and began to rub them in slow, fondling circles.
"How cool they are," Gena said with a hint of admiration.
"Take that for a warning," Ryan put in. "She's steel all the way through. Don't let her kid you for a second."
There was a sulky quality in Ryan's tone. It advertised the fact that she regretted losing out on a good thing. Dex felt a twinge of victory, but it tasted bitter.
Dex refrained from looking at Ryan. Thoughts of Ryan and of their relationship faded beneath the insisting pressure of Gena's touch.
"I can melt steel," Gena's voice was just above a whisper. "Can't I, darling?"
Dex felt herself come alive with a jolt. Gena was showing off. She was demonstrating to Ryan that there was no contest.
Dex put her hands up to grab hold of Gena's wrists and stop the motion exciting her nipples. It was one thing to be had. Quite another to be owned. And, already, Gena was beginning to sound possessive.
"We'll see who melts who first."
She grabbed Gena hard and pressed her tongue into the girl's open and waiting mouth.