"Mustn't blame them too much, darling. It's your own fault for being so beautiful. So darn attractive… " Vera's casually caressing hand went tense. "Hey, look at me. I couldn't even keep my paw off your legs." Snorting in self-derision, she slackened her grasp and let her arm go limp.
Alison stopped the hand in its slide. "That's different. It's just being friendly when girls touch each other. No lust. Just a way of showing affection."
"Thanks. I'm glad you're not embarrassed. Like you might have thought it was a pass, you know? I just hope you don't think I'm taking advantage of your friendliness because I do enjoy touching you like this. Even here, just like a horny old man, isn't that awful? Pretty thighs. Skin is so silky-smooth. I must be a real sensualist, huh? Or else maybe very affectionate. But as long as we both know it's not a gay pass… "
"A g-gay pass?"
"Come now, you can't be that innocent. Haven't you ever had a woman try to get fresh with you?"
"Oh. That."
"You're familiar with it, then. Tell me something, Alison didn't you ever experiment a little yourself? Fool around with another girl? Or maybe just let a girl like that "
"No! Never. And I never want to. But that doesn't mean I can't have an open mind on the subject. As a matter of fact, I'm just dying to hear more about those parties. When you were just a kid the slumber parties, the girls dancing together, remember?"
"How could I ever forget? You want to hear more, eh? Better have some wine first, you'll probably need it. Makes a wild tale sound even wilder." Vera's silky-smooth caress tightened playfully, squeezing hard enough and high enough to elicit an instinctive squirming reaction. "Oh, you're mean to make me go back that far. I don't even know how to begin. Ah well… "
Dredging up ancient memories, she launched into a haphazard account of the all-girl pajama parties that somehow always seemed to get a bit bawdy. It never failed: one of the girls would start imitating a boy for laughs, and pretty soon everything they said and did had a kind of sexual connotation. As if the fake boy-of-the-moment constituted a threat to precious virginity perhaps even a welcome threat, considering the imitation circumstances.
Recounted with more respect for accuracy, the bits and pieces would still have amounted to an interesting personal narrative. But she soon recognized the noticeable effect on her audience, sufficient reason surely to stretch the truth here and there. What was the harm in a wee bit of embroidery? She deliberately tossed in a few heated episodes, including her own participation in one. Although to be on the safe side she kept the details of that one rather vague and shadowy. Just in case…
"Vera? I'll bet you were the wildest of the bunch. Weren't you the leader? Weren't you aren't you kind of gay yourself?"
"Such a question!"
"You're right. Dumb question. I'm sorry. I guess it's none of my business, huh?"
"Oh, it's not all that bad. I'm not worried about incriminating myself. Some crime. In show business it's almost normal for a girl to swing that way."
"And did you… uh… "
"Hush. Let me keep my secret."
"Aw, you're just teasing me. Can't you be serious?"
"Okay. Serious. I just adore pretty little blondes like you, my dear. Better be forewarned. I might seduce "
"You you really are! You're a lesbian!"
The word exploded like a violent curse. Silence fell, except for the music, somewhat intrusive now. Then, slowly, just as the shock faded like an echo of a lost cause, Alison rose to her feet and began swaying to the rhythm. She smiled wistfully, blushing, and then extended her arms in a resolute gesture.
"Dance some more?"
Vera caught her breath. The cause wasn't lost yet. She started moving to the beat a slow wriggle of hips even before her body came up out of its sofa-cushion hollow. Still apart, they fell in to step together. She reached ahead to stroke the golden hair, letting her fingers trail gently down the rose-petal cheek, the delicate throat.
"Darling? You're not afraid of me?"
"Uh… a little nervous… "
"Hmm. You know something? I'm a little nervous myself."
That brought them into the embrace, laughing. And then they quieted down and concentrated on their dancing momentarily. It was peaceful like that, but Vera could no longer settle for any slow-but-sure seduction. Her breasts ached, the nipples in an anguish of anticipation. Time to expedite matters! Or at least carry on and keep the kettle boiling.
"Dreamy, isn't it? Alison?"
"Dreamy… "
"And this time I'm not a man, not a gigolo, not an imaginary male dance-partner. But we're still not doing too badly, are we?"
"S'wonderful. Who needs men?"
"Not me. I've had three husbands and a dozen lovers and far too many casual rolls in the hay. And believe me, they're all alike when it comes to taking care of that thing between their legs. One is as selfish as the next. Men. A grab, a pinch, a slap on the ass and the courtship is over, right? Come on, baby, let's you a?id me fuck. Oh shit, you'll have to forgive the vulgarity, it's the only way I can really talk about the horny bastards."
"It's okay. The b-bastards… "
"So here we are, just the two of us. No men. Two women dancing together; what a scandal if it ever gets out! And what a lovely secret if it doesn't, hmm?"
"Lovely… lovely secret… "
"And all ours. Our own private secret. Even more private than those old slumber parties. Girls in pajamas, remember? Or sometimes without. I mean without a stitch. But they were comfortable, those kids, a lot more comfortable than we are right now. Let's take some clothes off and have our own slumber party."
"Huh? Clothes? Don't stop. Dance with me. Vera? Dance with me, dance with me, around and around and around… "
"Who's stopping? Just slowing down, that's all. So we can get comfy. Real comfy, maybe. All nice and naked. Wouldn't you like that, darling? Naked? Just the two of us?"
"N-no… please… "
"You don't want to?"
"I I'm still nervous. Just plain scared, I guess."
"Silly. Alison dear, there's nothing to be scared of. Except that it's new to you, of course. That's always scary."
"But won't it be like like… uh… "
"Like that dumb ex-husband of yours? Not at all. Women are softer and sweeter and yes, sexier than an inconsiderate male. Only a woman can understand a woman's needs. Just like I understand you, my angel. I'll know how to please you. Your body. A climax like you've never had before."
"Oooh, that's exciting. I'm not so afraid now. When you talk about it like that… "
"Turns you on, eh? Feel it in your cunt?"
"C-cunt?"
"Just wait, you'll see. First maybe I'll slip a finger in, so soft you won't even know it's there. Up your cunt, your sweet cunt, right up inside it. You think you'll like that? Only you might just be impatient, though, impatient for you-know-what. Impatient for my lips. My tongue. My kiss. Kiss your cunt, make you come, make you come all over the place… "
Vera's voice choked up. The blood coursed madly inside her, demanding surcease, telling her she had gone too far to take no for an answer now. She went to work swiftly, unfastening a few blouse buttons and tugging the garment free. From within the wispy bra the young breasts seemed to be speaking up, pleading for release, seeking a way out of their concealing, constricting imprisonment. As though the body had recognized its need while the brain was still debating…
"Yesss. Do that. Undress me?"
An admitted need now. Vera liked that. A shared need, of course but she managed to retain a certain poise, resuming her rapturous task with a deft touch. Her hands, like separate entities, became almost businesslike in their precise gestures. Buttons, hooks, fasteners, zippers and other assorted defense-mechanisms fell before her adroit onslaught. And soon the finely molded figure was disrobed, its ivory-and-gold glory enhanced to perfection by an innate charm, a glow of youthful femininity.
In frantic haste then, she tore off the garments that shackled her own tortured flesh. And they danced again, together, naked, turning their dance into a total caress. Vera could sense the awe, almost a kind of worship, that this demure divorcee felt for her, and was abruptly aware of how simple it would be to twist that emotion into sweet surrender. It was already happening. A kiss. Mouth to mouth, an exchange of aphrodisia, very gentle. Gentle but wet. A wet kiss in the guise of gentleness. Intoxicating. Into an erotic languor now, a weakening of knees and subsequent tumble to the floor, all in slow motion. Collapse to the carpet. Still kissing. Still engrossed in that total caress…
"Mmm. Vera?"
"Hm?"
"Are you going to… uh… "
"I'm going to be good to you, darling. You'll see. I'll take you into another world, a whole new world of excitement, a world beyond your wildest dreams. You'll love it. And isn't that what you really want? What you've been hoping for?"
"You know. Cunt… kiss… c-cunt… "
Even then there was something girlishly demure about it. A demure revelation. But a revelation nonetheless, a whopper of a revelation, and Vera wasted no more time on prophecies and promises; didn't she already have a promise to fulfill? That one? She moved quickly and decisively, her mouth involving itself in a prolonged kiss of the utmost intimacy, a hot-mouthed dalliance upon the pink pubic lips of that enticingly scented slit. The cunt of her seduced lover! All but kissing back at her as she nuzzled right in and proceeded to kiss it into ecstatic submission…
"Oooh!"
"Hold still."
"I I can't… "
That alone, the depth of response would have made the evening a considered success. But when the supple young body writhed around and twisted toward a newly intimate end and when the lovely golden head bent to a reciprocal suck-kiss well, a seduction this successful could only be viewed as a genuine triumph. Vera redoubled the intensity of her own sophisticated kiss, using all the cunning at her command. She had to bind her victim close, making this untutored novice truly appreciative of the subtle splendors of the lesbian embrace. It was a time to take possession.
Already an accomplished fact, practically. Vera rolled solidly into the upper position and then tried a small test, easing off the heavy pressure of her crotch against the upturned face. Immediately she felt the soft frenzy of hands, clutching, tugging at her hips in an effort to reseal the sexy contact. And from beneath her, only partially muffled, came a wail of sheer urgency.
"Oooh… let me… please… "
Postponing it seemed even sexier, somehow. She resisted the downward pull, letting her wet cunt hover above that hopeful mouth. Sweetly pursed, no doubt, that sweet rosebud mouth; ah yes, and wasn't it thrilling to evoke such a response? She could feel the golden-haired head lifting itself, the pretty face straining, all to permit those exquisite pink lips to browse once again and at last attach themselves to her flesh. That was her sign, her signal, and she gravitated back deep into the engulfing contact, raising her head tentatively at first and then triumphantly a moment later, ending the kiss of her own lips to concentrate on that far more important caress down there. After a while she smiled and began to sway and squirm around and rock to and fro on her voluptuously wedged-in perch, touching the abandoned little muff with her fingers now, a kind of sportive play to keep the shy neophyte stirred up. Touching her, toying with her, stroking her, commending her, offering silent but significant praise for the almost greedy enthusiasm of that dewy-moist young mouth…
A lovely night then, lovely indeed. Even as she tooled the car through thickening highway traffic, Vera couldn't put it out of her mind. Their relationship had progressed since then, of course, but she would never forget that initial thrill. Not even in her most lascivious dreams had she pictured such a consummation! How long she had waited for it, that beautiful face so completely at her disposal, those perfect rosebud lips ministering to her lust; how marvelous to expect nothing and gain everything! Oh yes, she had done well that first night, discovering a passionate sensuality inside the shell of deceptively virtuous demeanor. Recalling it always made her feel passionate and sensual herself. Hmm. Now she almost regretted the presence of mind that had cautioned against an experimental layover tonight. Such a sacrifice. It would have been fun to bounce this cute little pickup of hers on the bedsprings of a motel cabin double. But no, her self-sacrificial gesture could pay greater dividends later on. This way, well, it was like bringing home a gift of infinite possibilities untapped, unprobed, untainted still in its original wrapper. And wouldn't Solange be pleased?