For the next few days I didn't see Florinda at all, not even around the campus. Then surprisingly, she caught my attention and waved from a table across the cafeteria, almost a repetition of our first meeting. Almost but not quite. I just waved back and wondered why she didn't come scurrying over.
The reason soon became evident. There was someone with her, not just a casual coffee companion but an unfamiliar older woman a, sleek and flamboyantly stacked blonde who didn't have to wave to be noticed. Most of the cafeteria was watching her, the guys in heat and the girls in half-envious curiosity. I was pretty curious myself, naturally, almost positive that she was the out-of-town friend who had telephoned that night. Which meant that I wouldn't be hearing from my lovelorn lover for a while, not if she had such a spectacular houseguest and/or bed-partner to keep her busy these not-so-lonely nights.
As it turned out, my conjecture was quite accurate. It was almost a week later before she rang me. I took the call on one of the dormitory phones, safe enough unless there were eavesdroppers within earshot. And judging by the whine in her voice, it seemed apparent that she was all alone and lonesome again.
"Darling, please don't hang up on me. If you do, I'll have a nervous breakdown. I simply must talk to you."
"Talk? Is that all? Just like last time, hmm?"
"Please. Must you be so cynical? You know how I feel about you, how I need-"
"Sure, sure. Your friend is gone, huh?"
"Friend?"
"Friend. Houseguest. Whatever. The big blonde I saw you with in the cafeteria."
"Oh. Lizabeth, you mean. She's gone. Left town a couple of days ago. She never stays very long anyway."
"Is that so? I'll bet she wore you out, though."
"Hush! Are you deliberately trying to upset me? What is it, a streak of cruelty in your nature? I think you secretly enjoy making me miserable. “
"That's silly."
"Well, you do like to see me grovel. Admit it now, isn't that the honest truth about how you feel?"
"Hmm. Hard to say offhand. It does sound interesting, I'll admit." I grinned, quivering in erotic delight. "Now if you'd only grovel more often… "
"Oh, you are a bitch, a cruel bitch! Wait. Don't hang up, I didn't mean that. I'm groveling, I'm groveling, see how you make me grovel? When can we get together? Soon?"
"Don't rush me. I haven't even decided if we should get together yet. After all, we can't just start all over again, can we? Oh well, let's not worry about it now. I'll let you know, okay?"
“I-I wish you-"
"There you go again. Haven't we talked enough? It's time to say good-bye. Better yet, just throw me a kiss over the wire. A nice loud smacker. Come on, I'm waiting. Good! Once more now, but stick a little tongue into it. A slurpy smack. Oooh! If you only knew where I caught that one… "
"Darling!"
She was sure persistent, that lesbian lover of mine. I received an enormous bouquet from one of the local florists. There was a card with an almost illegible message, deliberately cryptic, but it didn't take much detective work to make the identification and decode the scrawl. I felt itchy afterward, conscious of a strange desire to scratch myself between the legs whenever I smelled those damned flowers. And yet I had to admit that it was mighty pleasant to be wooed so avidly; even my dumb roommates were impressed. The next phone call found me in a pretty good mood. Amiable at least, if not exactly a pushover. I actually welcomed the note of wistful desperation in her voice.
"Just for a ride, darling? A little spin in my car and we can relax and chat and kind of catch up, you know? And I won't make any passes at you. No sex, I promise."
"Well, if you're sure… "
"I won't even mention it, how's that? Okay?"
"Okay. It's a deal"
That was the gist of it, an anxious invitation and a reluctant acceptance, quite a fuss over a little automobile ride. I had to chuckle after we hung up, somewhat amused by the promise she had made and couldn't possibly keep. Not mention sex? Hah! Fifteen minutes with me and she'd have sex flowing from her lips-by word if not deed, depending on my own attitude. Ah yes, I was looking forward to an entertaining afternoon…
As always, she looked elegant. And so did the car, elegant without being obtrusive. Our talk was a bit strained at first, both of us steering clear of the forbidden topic. Then, cagily, I asked about her friend.
Her reply was equally cagey. "Lizabeth? Sorry, darling, I can't answer that. Not without breaking the rules. It's just impossible to talk about her without mentioning sex, that's the kind of woman she is."
"Well… maybe you could rules… "
"You're really curious, hmm? I can't blame you. She's quite a woman. But you ought to form your own opinion; getting it second-hand won't help much. Tell you what, maybe I'll arrange for the two of you to meet sometime. On her next visit. Which might or might not be soon, I never can tell."
"Uh, is she gay? Or is that a foolish question. “
"Not so foolish-you can't put Lizabeth in anyone category, she just lives for excitement, that's all. I guess she's a little like you that way. Changeable. But let's not talk about her any more, darling. I'll get jealous."
"Good. That's how I like you. Jealous."
A traffic light turned red up ahead. Florinda jammed on the brakes and then faced me with a pained expression. "Must you be like that? So cold, so selfish. Even sadistic. Sometimes I just wish I could hate you. Oh, in only had the will power!"
"But you don't do you?" With an amused chuckle, I raised my hand and patted her cheek, rather enjoying the sensation of her suddenly warming skin. "Do you?"
"No… " She shuddered visibly. "You already know that. So it's even sadistic of you to ask. I love you too much, that's my problem. I worship you."
"Then stop criticizing." My fingertips perfumed, of course-played over her inflamed face, brushing against her lips every now and then. "Unless you want me to get angry again."
"Oh. No. I'm sorry." She crushed the palm of my hand to her mouth, kissing it in abject confusion.
"The light. It's green. We're holding up traffic."
My cool tone had her near tears, but she recovered enough to get the car rolling again. There was silence for a while as she concentrated on her driving and regained composure. Even so, I was deliciously aware of her eyes on me every so often, a sneaky sidelong glance at my legs. I gave her something to look at, crossing and uncrossing them with no apparent concern for the display of bare thigh-flesh as my short skirt kept working upward.
"Sue, listen, I just thought of something. I'm going to be out of town next weekend."
"So?"
"Well, uh, it's just an idea. Would you like to use my apartment while I'm gone? Seems a shame to leave it empty. And I know how you detest living in the dormitory."
"Hmm, it's an idea, sure enough. No strings attached?"
"You'll have the place all to yourself. A big bed to sleep in, a leisurely bath every night… "
"It's too tempting, how can I resist? Thanks, dear, I'd just love to take you up on that offer. It was sweet of you to think of it. Especially after I was so mean to you just now. What are you doing, killing me with kindness?"
She shrugged and touched my knee just a fleeting pat, and then returned her hand to the wheel… I knew she was testing me, making a hopeful but unobtrusive pass, an initial tentative overture by way of experiment. I chose to ignore it, though, no longer so inflexible on the issue of sex. She had sure known how to soften my resistance with that offer of hers. Anyway, I didn't expect to get something for nothing, despite the "no strings attached" tag on her proposition.
The second pass wasn't long in coming. This time her hand landed on my thigh and remained there, stroking and gripping in a light but meaningful caress. It felt fine a reminder of how much I had missed her lovemaking these past weeks. Still, even if only to reassert my power over her, I had to murmur a word of caution at least if not down right disapproval.
"Better not. That's how accidents happen."
"Huh? Oh, don't worry. I'm the best one handed driver in the world. Ambidextrous. Never let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, that's what I always say." She smiled. "Unless you need both hands."
"I agree. Completely. But isn't this one of those times when it takes two hands?"
My voice didn't carry much conviction, sounding more like an invitation than a brush-off. Apparently she thought so, too. After a final squeeze of my thigh, her hand moved back to the steering wheel with definite purpose. In masterly fashion, she maneuvered across the flowing lanes of traffic and swung off the one-way avenue into a side street.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"You'll see."
"Not to your apartment, I hope. Florinda, if you figure on getting me into bed Just because-"
"Hush. You'll see in a minute. Uh-huh."
Halfway down the block, a car was pulling away from the curb and opening up precious parking-space. Without hesitation, she swerved in behind it, a fairly simple job for a good driver and a small enough vehicle. Its compact size made the usual back-and-forth actions unnecessary as we rolled into place and parked, all in a single neatly timed operation.
"There… " She cut the engine off. "Isn't this nice? I can use both hands now."
"Are you serious? Oh, it's ridiculous. Parking like this in broad daylight. Like a couple of high-school kids. Somebody is bound to pass by and see us."
"Not us. Only you."
"I-I don't understand what… " My words faded. And so did my momentary bewilderment-it was suddenly quite obvious what she planned to do. What she was already doing…
Her lithe body had come out from behind the wheel, one knee sinking to the floorboard. Her fingers, all ten of them, were under my skirt and inching upward, creeping up my thighs. The shock of it froze me numb. All I could think of was the terrible vulnerability of our position, parked here on this quiet street that might teem with goggle-eyed passing pedestrians before we were even aware of it.
I swung my head in an arc, checking. A youngster, doubtless some sort of delivery boy, was, emerging from one of the houses across the street. He glanced at me for a tense moment and then, whistling a tune, went on his way. My lover was out of sight, if not out of mind.
There was a little tearing noise. My panties! What the hell was she doing down there?
"Never let your left hand know… " The sound continued, but only as an indistinguishable mumble.
And I knew exactly what she was doing. It was like a jolt of electricity, stunning and stupefying, rendering my muscles utterly helpless by its sheer temerity. Until, of their own volition, my legs quivered and slid wide to adjust to her intrusively mounting pressure. Short as it was, my skirt formed a curtain of concealment over her eager but prudently positioned head.
Twitching, jerking, lifting my bottom and grinding my already convulsive cunt against her mouth I succumbed to the inevitable and let wave after wave of pleasure surge within me. As always, I couldn't help but marvel at her expertise, her unfailing ability to stir an ever more intense and protracted response from my erotically stimulated body. I loved her for it, this technique of hers, the total concentration with which my lesbian lover worked her hot lapping tongue into the secret flesh she so adored. My only regret was that I had to be careful and bite my lips to keep from alerting the entire neighborhood with a shriek of ecstasy as she licked and sucked and at last gulped down the seemingly endless gush of my fierce and almost frightening orgasm.