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CHAPTER EIGHT

Mandy and I became very close over the next few days. She brought her overnight bag and tooth-brush and shared my bed every night.

We ate breakfast and jogged together each morning, swam laps in the afternoon, and held hands through supper each night. Mandy took an extra hour's workout every day before lunch doing sprints in the pool.

I had been right about Mandy. She was a lesbian and she wasn't ashamed of it.

"After Billy raped me I hated to be around men at all. Even my father, who was a wonderful man, made me fearful when he got too close to me."

"At the same time I realized that it was my sister, June, who had attracted me to the double date. It was she I wanted to be with. I was disillusioned about her afterwards, she didn't really care about me, but I realized that I liked girls better than boys. I was in the eighth grade at the time, I've known that I'm homosexual for a long time."

"Has it been lonely for you?"

"It was at first, very lonely, and scary. There was no one I could talk to about my feelings, no one to ask questions, no one to touch or kiss. I cried myself to sleep on many of those nights."

"Later, when I was in high school, I noticed some of the girls in gym class would try to sneak looks at the other girls in the shower. One of them was a senior, Debbie Horowitz. She was the star of the girl's swimming team. She's why I got interested in the sport."

"It was hard to find a girl to be friends with back then. Girls who were lesbians were social outcasts. They were never invited to parties or dances. People wrote dirty words on their gym lockers. In that school, in that town, a girl had to appear 'normal' even if she wasn't."

"Debbie was different. She was just like a big sister to me. She said 'Hi,' and made me feel welcome from the first minute she saw me. Later I found out it was because she wanted to make love to me, but I didn't know that then."

"It was Debbie who brought me out. I'll always remember her. She was the one who I gave my virginity to, not that bastard Billy."

***

It was fun getting to know Mandy like that, learning bits and pieces of her past, a little at a time. She revealed herself to me the same way a rosebud blooms, the outer petals open slowly at first, only revealing the backs of other petals, just like themselves, only further in. Greater depth revealed greater sameness, until, after much patience, the inner bloom, the perfect beauty, fragrance, and selflessness is suddenly revealed.

Mandy took my virginity, in more ways than one. She wasn't just the first woman ever to make love to me, she was the first person in my life who knew how to give me pure, unadulterated pleasure. I was able to completely open myself up to her, and she responded by giving me her all, without reservation. It was a new experience for me. I had never before been "close" with someone the way I was with Mandy. We were friends and equals.

The days blended together into a hazy stream of exercise and love. One morning at the pool we found ourselves alone. It was an overcast, foggy, dank Southern California summer morning.

We were at the pool at seven AM wearing sweat-suits to guard against the chill. The custodian let us in and went on to perform his duties at the main gym. We quickly peeled out of our sweat suits and dove in.

The water was COLD. We pumped our arms and legs and tore off ten fast laps without stopping. Then, warm and steady, we swam next to each other for awhile. It was a kind of naive balletic mating dance we performed in the water that morning. We swam the side-stroke, facing each other, just inches apart.

I was on my left side, Mandy on her right. In stroking down with my right hand, I let it brush down Mandy's breast and torso. Mandy giggled, spitting water at me, and returned the favor. She squeezed my breasts and scratched my pussy with each stroke. I tweaked her nippies as best I could. I started getting warm. I wanted to finish what we were starting.

"Wait here, sweetheart," I said and climbed out of the pool.

I ran through the locker room to the front door. There was no one else in the building. I locked the front door, feeling a thrill of naughtiness shoot through me. I felt like a little girl again.

Back at the pool, I stood on the edge and did a slow strip-tease, giving Mandy my best bumps and grinds. She cheered and whistled, applauded and shouted obscene suggestions to me.

While I was finishing my act, Mandy peeled out of her bathing suit. She splashed me with it as I dove in over her head. She ducked under and caught me by the ankles. We twisted and writhed together in a mock wrestling match.

We gasped for air on the surface and ducked under again. We kissed underwater, tasting chlorine in our mouths. Our bodies squished and slid together, like slippery water balloons. Mandy slid down and put her mouth on my pussy. Her tongue was so warm against the cold of the water I had to pull myself to the surface to keep from gasping water into my lungs.

Mandy grabbed a breath of air and went back to my cunt. I did a slow backstroke and got us over to the side of the pool while Mandy continued licking me furiously. I couldn't do it. If I let myself come in the water I'd drown.

I pulled Mandy's head up to mine and kissed her on the lips. I could taste a little of my cunt on her mouth.

"Come on," I said. I pulled her out of the water after me.

She went limp and let me drape her over me. She covered me with her wet, slippery body and kissed me with her wet, slippery tongue. Our sweat mixed.

I remember it was Tuesday morning, the few days we had together seemed like a short lifetime. I was sleeping, dreaming I was at the seashore. I walked into the ocean and it was warm. The water lapped at my legs and sent waves of peaceful warmth through my body. I walked further into the water, savoring the feeling of peace, wanting to completely lose myself in it.

The water reached my vagina and I relaxed down into it. I laid back and let the water close over me, completely enveloping me. The weight of the ocean pressed on my chest. To my surprise I could still breathe.

At that point I started to wake up. I slowly came to the realization that I was in my bed and not in the ocean. The weight I felt was Mandy's body, draped over mine. Her face was between my legs, her mouth and tongue were the instruments of my feelings of oceanic bliss.

Her knees were on either side of my head, her pussy was right in my face. I leaned forward and gave it a little lick.

Mandy grunted happily and wiggled her ass, encouraging me to continue. Meanwhile she began licking my clit with renewed energy, making me move my hips and groan with pleasure.

She was so sweet, so considerate, the gentlest of all possible lovers, I felt my heart going out to her. I licked her sweet little cunt with the same tenderness I would give to her mouth.

She licked and sucked all around my cunt, licking my whole pubic area, making my pussy lips all red and swollen with desire. She reveled in the kinky smoothness of my clean-shaven state. I think she liked to fantasize that I was a very young girl she was seducing, someone who hadn't even had her first period.

It didn't take her long before she had me coming in her mouth. I lifted my legs in the air to give her better access to my love box and she thanked me by sticking her tongue as deep into my pussy as it could go. My orgasm rose to meet her and she licked my come juice out of my snatch, hungrily, avidly, as if she could never get enough.

I understood, then, the pleasure I was able to give to my master. I could experience the sweet pleasure of someone else's slavish devotion to me. Mandy derived her satisfaction from giving me orgasms. I was more than happy to give her what she wanted, since it involved only my enjoying myself, and being serviced by a loved one.

When she came, and she always came at least once whenever we made love, whether or not I even touched her, her pussy juice was thick and creamy, like whipping cream. After the first time I tasted it, I always wanted to lick it up, the taste of it somehow reminded me of my first orgasms as a little girl.

So Mandy and I were hard on our way to building a lesbian heaven for ourselves to live in, but I knew it would soon have to end. My master would be home any time, now, and I hadn't told Mandy anything about Him. I was afraid she wouldn't understand, that she'd be jealous, that she'd cry.

I was right. She did all those things.

We were lying in each other's arms, enjoying the after-glow of our mutual orgasms, the taste of each other still in our mouths, when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, my dear." I recognized His voice immediately.

"Good morning." I felt my voice and my heart melt into the phone. He was back and wanted me! Mandy stiffened at my side, sensing the threat to her relationship with me.

"Have you enjoyed your time off?"

"Yes, Sir, I have very much." Mandy pulled a little away from me when she heard me say "Sir".

"I'm glad. Please report for work at three o'clock."

"Yes, Sir, I'll be there."

He hung up.

Mandy climbed out of bed and started getting dressed.

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

"Nothing's the matter. I have to work out, that's all." She wouldn't look at me.

"Mandy, you're running away from me the same way you ran away from those boys that first night we were together."

She turned to me accusingly, angry and hurt. "I can tell what's going on. Don't lie to me. That was a man wasn't it? I could tell by your voice. You can't fool me."

"Mandy, please, don't go." I wanted her to stay but I couldn't deny what she said. I hated to hurt her, but what could I say?

"'Mandy, don't go,'" she taunted me. "You just want me to stay so you can laugh at me. I can see you, you and your boyfriend, making fun of the poor little lesbian."

She headed for the door. I had to chase her out into the hallway while I was still naked and drag her back into my room.

"Mandy, please," I said after I had gotten her inside, "that was a man, you were right. But he's not my 'boyfriend'. He's my employer. I work for Him part-time, at His house. Sometimes I have to stay over, but that's all. It's just a business relationship."

She wasn't convinced. She sensed the truth of my devotion to Him, even though I denied it.

"He's a wonderful man to work for and I admire Him a lot. That's all." I continued the deception hoping to keep her from guessing the truth. Not wanting her to feel hurt or rejected, especially not by me.

I wasn't able to completely soothe her fears, though, probably because I hated to lie to someone who so obviously loved me. But she did give me a brave little smile when she kissed me good-bye. I sincerely hoped there were some way we could continue to be happy together while I maintained my relationship with my master.

Because, even though Mandy was able to give me pleasure like I had never before experienced, I didn't feel the deep, bone-melting satisfaction that I felt with my master. I was immediately reminded of that the instant I heard His voice on the phone. I melted with desire for Him and Mandy knew it.

***

At three o'clock exactly I rang the bell at the front door of His house. The door buzzed open and I entered. I shut the door behind me and waited in the entry-way, with my suitcase in my hand.

I had brought a few more things with me this time, mostly books and pens. I wanted to be able to occupy my time if my master did not have other duties for me.

I hadn't waited more than a few minutes before He came down the stairs, smiling, with His arms outstretched.

"Jodie, my dear. It's good to see you again." He kissed me on both cheeks.

"It's wonderful to see you, Sir."

"You look healthy, you've gotten some color in your cheeks. Are you ready to get back to work?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered, brightly.

"Good. Change into your uniform and wait for me in the pleasure room. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Yes, Master." I hurried up the stairs to carry out His wishes.

I ran into the maid's quarters and pulled off all my clothes. I can't describe the feelings that ran through me, they were so paradoxical and seemingly contradictory. I stood clothed in my nakedness. I was less indecent in my skin than I was in quasi-French maid's uniform. But, indecent as it was, I felt comfortable in it. The tighter the waist, the more awkward the heels, the more natural I felt wearing them.

I dressed as quickly as I could. I inspected the finished product before leaving the room. I added a fresh layer of blood red lipstick to my lips. It made me look even cheaper and more tawdry. I pranced in front of the mirror swinging my hips as I walked. I could pass for a whore in a brothel. I liked the effect, it made my pussy moist.

I walked down the hall to the pleasure room. I went in as instructed to wait. I was so excited, so eager to get back to work pleasing my master that I could hardly stand still.

I debated with myself what was the best way to greet Him when He arrived. Should I wait for Him at my "Parade Rest" stance that had started to become standard? Or perhaps I should wait with my back to the door, so that when He came in the first thing I would greet Him with would be my ass.

The high heels I wore made me lean forward a little bit and pushed my buttocks out provocatively in the back. I knew he'd like to be reminded of the pleasures of my ass, but the possibility of His misinterpreting the gesture made me finally decide against it. I certainly didn't want Him to think I was mooning Him.

Finally, I knelt on the floor just inside the door. That way, when my master entered, I would be ready to give Him head if He wanted it. I licked my lips and waited. Minutes passed. My knees began to ache. I hoped my master would be pleased with my position.

I shifted my weight back and forth, from one knee to the other. The carpet and padding eased, but could not eliminate, the hardness of the floor under my knees. I bit my lower lip and grimaced in pain. I wanted to get up and rub some circulation back into my lower legs but I wouldn't allow myself.

The pain was sending shocks of electricity through my privates. My pussy tingled and itched. I could feel my clit starting to get a little hard. I squeezed my cunt muscles involuntarily. I was close to coming without even touching myself.

As though in answer to a prayer, the door opened and He came in. He took one step forward and stood with His pants less than an inch from my nose.

"Hello again, my dear. You look lovely in your uniform."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Your show of initiative in this way, by assuming your proper, subservient position, ready to service me, is good, Jodie." He patted my head and scratched me behind the ear, like a pet dog.

"Thank you, Sir." My heart was pounding, my pulse raced. I had pleased my master. He would reward me. I licked His hand, purring deep in my throat.

"Be careful not to soil my trousers with your lipstick, my dear. I wouldn't want to have to punish you."

With a gasp I realized that His prick was getting hard inside His pants, straining toward my mouth. He kept His hand on my head, holding it in place, not letting me pull away.

"Master, may I use my hands?"

"Yes, my dear."

I reached up and unbuckled His belt. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned His pants and pulled down His zipper. His cock was hard and getting harder – it strained toward me inside His white jockey shorts. I smelled the musky aroma and licked my lips. In a moment I had both His pants and shorts down around His ankles.

"Master, may I…"

"Go ahead, Jodie, I like watching you enjoy yourself."

I gripped His shaft in my right hand and cupped His balls in my left. I pulled the skin slowly up and down His cock while I rubbed His balls, playing with them, rolling them in my fingers.

I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips. I gripped His shaft hard and stroked it slowly. I squeezed His balls, wanting to almost hurt Him. I wanted to give Him, my beloved master, a taste of the exquisite thrill that just the right amount of pain can give.

He must have felt it, for a thick, pearly drop of pre-come juice had formed at the head of His cock. I licked it off with the tip of my tongue. It was salty and sour, it made me warm inside. I wanted more.

I slipped my mouth over His cock and closed my lips just below its head. I rolled my tongue around it. I tried to stick my tongue into the little slit and lick out His come. He took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, away from His wonderful, sweet dick.

"Wait, my dear." Slowly and firmly He tugged on my hair, pulling me to my feet. I resisted as much as I could, savoring the sharp, stinging pain in my scalp. "First, I think I'd like to see you get undressed."

He shoved me toward the center of the room and shut the door behind Him. I lowered my head slightly and gave Him my sexiest pout. I undid the bow on my apron and felt it shimmer to my feet, while He, my adored one, also slipped out of His clothes.

He was naked by the time I was lowering the zipper on my dress. I stepped out of it slowly, undulating my hips and cupping my breasts.

He led me to the massage table. He opened it up so that it resembled a large letter "X" and sat me down on the crux of it. He pushed me down on my back and stood between my legs.

"Did you miss while I was away?" He asked, smiling at me.

"Of course I did, Master." I felt very self-conscious lying under His gaze like that. I was still wearing my collar and cuffs in addition to my stockings and heels. I looked like a whore in a French brothel. A feeling of abasement, of degradation, tingled through me. My sense of shame stung me like a whip. My pussy was already moist, now it became wet before His eyes.

"Show me how you comforted yourself in my absence."

I knew immediately what He wanted. I put my feet up on the table and let my head fall back. I reached both my hands down to my pussy. My upper arms pressed my titties together while I used my long, red fingernails to scratch and pull at my pussy lips, sending drops of juice out of my slit and down the crack of my ass.

"I would dream of you, Master," I said, "and I would touch myself, like this." I exposed my clitoris and gave it a few brisk rubs, making it a little stiffer and taller. "I would pretend it was your lovely cock touching me, instead of my miserable little fingers."

"You mean like this?" And, fitting His action to His words, He pressed His velvety hard prick against my pussy lips.

"Oh yes, Master," I gasped. "It feels even better than I imagined." I put a finger on each side of my clitoris and rubbed hard, making it stand up out of my slit.

"Go ahead, get yourself off," He said, "let me feel you come." Obligingly, He pushed the head of His cock into my cunt.

I pulled my cunt lips apart with my left hand while I continued frigging my clit with my right. Thick, gooey drops of pussy juice squirted out of my slit and dripped down the crack of my ass.

My master kept pushing His cock deeper and deeper into my cunt. Waves of pleasure grew and throbbed in the depths of my cunt. His hardness thrilled and excited me.

"Are you coming yet?" His voice was tense, His body jerked spasmodically. "Come now, I'm almost there."

"Oooo, God, no," I gasped, "I'm not ready yet. Please wait for me."

"Come now, bitch!" He snarled. Suddenly, He pulled His cock out of my pussy and grabbed my knees with both His hands. He pushed my knees up to my chest, exposing my ass to the air. Ferociously, He rammed His cock into my ass.

"Argh, God, you're hurting me!" I screamed. His penis tore into my rectum, stretching and tearing the tender pink flesh. The little bit of pussy juice that had dripped onto my asshole lubricated Him a little bit, allowing Him entry into my bowels. It wasn't enough to give Him a smooth ride, however but He thrust mercilessly in and out, ignoring my cries of pain.

"Is this hurting you, my dear?" He asked, without stopping His fucking.

"Oh, aahhrrgg, yes, Master." Tears welled up in my eyes.

"What do you say, then, bitch?"

"Thank you, Master, thank you." I thrashed my head from side to side. "Hurt me more. Hurt me good, beloved Master."

He pressed my knees against my breasts. I could hardly breathe. I frigged my clit furiously. My orgasm grew and grew, bubbling hot and urgent in my loins.

"Please," I gasped, "I'm with you now! Give me your come, my dearest. Let me feel your pleasure inside me."

He jammed His cock deep into my ass. It throbbed and pulsed. I felt the warm, soothing come spurt and fill my rectum as I let go with my own shuddering, gasping climax.

"Fuck me, ream me, hurt me, Master." I was nearly delirious with pleasure. "I shall be yours forever."

He didn't stop there. He had me frig myself to orgasm again and again while He watched. Three more times, when I had succeeded in exciting Him, He gave me the pleasure of His cock in my ass. I began to want it there more than in my pussy.