Of all the things Ann had seen in the Apples' living room, the sight of the women sucking each other's pussies was what stayed with her. Every time she remembered that sight, her cunt would get wet and she would feel horny even though she'd been fucking Tom at least once a day.
When they went for lunch at the diner, she would stare at Betty's body with even more hunger than her husband, who, she'd noticed, had developed a case of the hots for the chick. Ann didn't know that Tom had already experienced the joys of that chick's cunt at the Taylors' party, but if she had known, all she could have felt would have been jealousy. She could hardly be angry with Tom for doing just what she longed to do.
After lunch a few days after her peeking in the Apples' window, Ann was determined to talk to Betty. She told Tom to go back to the shop without her because she was tired and wanted another cup of coffee.
They had both been making small talk with Betty, but now Ann wanted to get down to business.
"How tight are you with Ted?" she asked me waitress.
"Oh, we've been friends for a long time," Betty said, remembering a similar question from Tom and what that led to.
"He's awfully nice," Ann said. She could see that it wasn't going to be easy steering the conversation to where she wanted it.
"Yeah, we have a lot of fin, together," Betty said. She had been leaning across the counter near Ann, looking at her and appearing to be eager to talk.
"Are you very friendly with the Apples?" she asked.
"Yeah, and it's funny you should ask. We were over there a few nights ago, and we talked about you and Tom."
Ann's ears burned as she heard that. She hoped that she didn't look too shocked.
"We were saying that it would be nice for the six of us to get together some evening. The Apples, Ted and me, and you and Tom," Betty said.
"We'd love to," Ann said, trying not to sound too desperately eager.
An evening with those perverts would be heaven but Ann wasn't sure Tom would go for it. Somehow, she figured, he just wasn't the orgy type. She wanted to get this little chick to show her the splendors of lesbianism, and she was going to have to get her alone.
"Ted told me you do embroidery," Ann said. "I'd love to learn how to do that."
"Well, why don't you come to my place some evening and I'll show you how it's done?" Betty asked.
Again trying not to appear too eager, Ann said, "When?"
Betty told her she could come over the following evening, and Ann said she would be there. As she got up to leave, Betty called to her.
"Did Phil get in touch with you about the prowler?"
Ann froze. "No," she managed to say.
"He found muddy hand prints all over his windowsill, and he wanted to tell you about it because you live so close," Betty said.
"Oh. Gee, I… I haven't seen any prowlers or…" Ann was almost breathless.
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Probably just some nosy kid," Betty said.
Ann agreed and left the diner. How stupid she'd been to leave muddy hands on the Apples' windowsill, she thought. Of course, at the time she wasn't thinking about such mundane things, but if she was going to be a voyeur, she would have to learn to be careful.
When she got back to the shop she told her husband that she was going to learn embroidery from Betty and was going over there the next evening. She thought she noticed a dark look on Tom's face, and she wondered if he might be suspicious of her motives. It didn't occur to her that it was only jealousy. He'd been wanting to get together with Betty again since their fuck in the Taylors' bathroom.
There was something else she wanted to say to Tom, but it wasn't easy. She took a deep breath tough, and made herself ask.
"Did Phil Apple call to say something about a prowler?"
"Yeah, he did," Tom said. "I didn't tell you about it because I didn't want to worry you. There's probably nothing to it anyhow."
"You should have told me," Ann said. "I don't get worried about those things."
She had to smile to herself at the irony of that.
If Tom had known that she was the prowler he was frying to keep her from worrying about he would have been very surprised.
Now that the shop was opened and everything was pretty much taken care of, and all they had to do was hang around and wait for customers, they were able to take turns taking afternoons off. For the first time, Ann had a chance to roam around the town and see what was going on. She found that it wasn't much, but spring was beginning and everything was very beautiful. She only wished she could roam around at night when interesting things were going on behind all the windows in town.
The next day all Ann could think about was her date to go to Betty's. When she and Tom went to the diner for lunch, Betty reminded Ann that she said she was coming over. Ann, nearly falling off her stool, said that she hadn't forgotten and would be there. Since she was the only one who knew just what she wanted from Betty, no one noticed that her face got red and her voice sounded strained.
After dinner, she left the dishes for Tom, and drove to Betty's. She felt like a high school girl going on her first date. She was nervous, not only because she was about to try something very exciting for the first time, but also because she didn't know if Betty would be interested in making it with her. After all, maybe she wasn't her type, or maybe Betty only liked to suck pussies at orgys with guys around. And, Ann would have to be the one to get things going. Betty only expected to give her an embroidery lesson.
Betty lived in the middle of town near the mill. Ann had never even been in that neighborhood before. Everyone she knew, all big-city escapees, lived outside of town or on the main road. The house was small and there were toys and bicycles all around.
When Ann knocked, the door was answered by a little boy about three feet tall. He had his mother's brown, wavy hair and big eyes. Betty appeared behind the boy and opened the door.
"Come on in," she said. "Get out of the way, Bobby," she said as she pulled the child out of the way.
There was another kid, a smaller one, sitting in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by wooden blocks. Betty introduced her children. The place looked lived in. The furniture was old and worn, but comfortable. Ann sat down on the couch while Betty disappeared to get her embroidery things.
Ann hadn't figured on the kids. It looked like she would have to sit through an embroidery lesson until the kids went to bed. Betty came back with all the things she needed and the two women sat on the couch pushing needles through cloth while the kids played on the floor at their feet.
Finally, Betty took the kids to bed, leaving Ann alone for a while. She fidgeted and looked through a few magazines, but she was too nervous to relax. It hadn't been easy pretending she was interested in embroidery when her cunt was itching for some of the things she'd seen Betty doing to Sarah's twat through the Apples' window.
Betty came back after about ten minutes that seemed like an hour. She asked Ann if she wanted coffee and Ann said she did, and followed Betty into the kitchen.
"Betty, I was reading an article the other day and I can't get it out of my mind. It said that more and more women were becoming bisexual," Ann said.
She watched for a reaction in the pretty little cunt-sucker, but Betty only said, "Really?" Ann could see that she'd have to be more aggressive if she were going to get anywhere.
"I can't get it out of my mind," Ann repeated. "I never tried making it with a woman, but… well, I don't know," she said.
She knew she wasn't saying what she wanted to, but it was the first time she had been in that situation. She remembered how boys used to stammer and get embarrassed when they tried to ask her for a kiss, and now she felt the same way.
"Have you ever tried it? I mean, making it with a chick?" Ann blurted.
Betty still didn't get nervous or perturbed. She looked at Ann calmly, but didn't say anything right away. She seemed to be deciding whether to answer her or not.
"I know it's none of my business," Ann said, getting more flustered. "You don't have to answer. It's only that I can't get it out of my mind."
"Did you really come over here to learn about embroidery?" Betty asked.
Ann realized that this little chick was sharper than she'd given her credit for. Ann didn't know what to say, but she could feel her cheeks turning red and she knew that that answered Betty's question.
"Would you like to come to bed with me?" Betty asked.
Ann felt like a little girl. She had been sneaky and cowardly, and in the face of Betty's directness and honesty, she felt humiliated.
"Yes. Yes, I would," Ann said, nodding her head and looking down at the floor. "Yes, very much."
Betty turned off the burner under the coffee pot. She came to where Ann stood and took her by the hand. Ann jumped at the touch.
"I've always thought you were a gorgeous chick, Ann," Betty said. "You didn't have to go through a big deal about making it with me. All you had to do was ask."
"I know," Ann said. "But this is all new to me, and I…"
She didn't have to finish the sentence. Betty leaned toward her and kissed her lightly on the lips. To Ann, it felt like the most erotic and sensuous kiss of her life. Betty led her to her bedroom.
"Undress," Betty said as she reached for her own buttons.
The word struck. Ann like a hammer blow. This was even more exciting than she'd thought it would be. Even though she'd seen Betty's naked body through the Apples' window, the idea of being within touching distance of it was thrilling. As she unbuttoned, she thought about the things she'd seen this chick doing with Sarah.
Ann's fingers worked automatically at her buttons as she watched Betty doing the same. She watched her pull her blouse off, then reach behind her for her bra snap. Unfastening it and lowering her arms let me bra fall away from her luscious tits. Ann soon had her own tits bared, but the sight of Betty's held her fast. She looked at the brown nipples, knowing that she would soon have them in her mouth and would suck them just as Tom sucked her tits.
Ann's tits were firmer than Betty's, but to Ann, the saggier pair seemed the more sexy. They looked heavy and pliable, and she was eager to get the feel of them. She was already breathing hard and her cunt would be wet, she knew.
Betty wore tight jeans, as usual, and as she peeled them off, Ann feasted on the sight. Betty's legs were short, but very nicely shaped. She was only wearing a tiny pair of bikini panties now. In another second, she had stripped that last garment from her and stood naked.
Ann had fallen behind in the undressing. She was moving clumsily, preoccupied with the sight of Betty's beauty. But it wasn't long before she was equally naked. The two chicks stood baking at each other, but Ann knew that Betty was letting her take a good look because she was obviously enjoying it so much.
Then Betty came over to Ann, who stood trembling at her approach. Betty was shorter, so when they came together, her tits slid under Ann's. They pressed their bodies together, and Ann felt her tits compress on Betty's chest, as Betty's did likewise on hers.
Their mouths came together and their tongues met. Kissing another woman was a lot different than kissing a man, Ann discovered, and the difference was more than just the feeling of tits pressed to her chest. Betty's lips were delicate and gentle, and her tongue entered her mouth carefully but firmly.
Ann drank Betty's saliva and thrilled at the feminine flavor. When Betty reached up and touched one of Ann's tits, Ann felt the double excitement of having her boob handled and realizing that Betty's tits were available to her inspection. With eager tremblings, she moved her hand up Betty's body until she met the round jug resting on the ribs below it.
Ann had never touched a tit that didn't belong to her, and she found the experience almost too much to take. She couldn't help grabbing the tit too tightly in her enthusiasm, and Betty let out a little squeak of pain. Ann eased up, but kept her fingers moving on the dense softness of that heavy knocker.
They moved together in their embrace to the side of the bed, then fell on it. Betty put her thigh between Ann's, and Ann loved the way it felt pressing on her twat. It was a nice change to have a leg that was as smooth and hairless as her own intertwined with hers.
They rolled around and continued tonguing each other's mouths. The way Betty's loose tits roll and bounced on her body drove Ann into a fit of rapture like she had never known. She was dying for the rest of the lesbian splendors that were going to be hers.
Ann got everything she could from those tits with her fingers. She squeezed until her fingertips were buried in the flesh, then she shaved the globes around on Betty's chest. They moved more than her own did, she noticed. Taking the nipple between her fingers, she rolled it around like a marble until it was hard and puckered. She pushed the nipple into the tit and pulled an it.
Betty was doing similar things to her tits, too. She was more skillful at tit-massaging than mast guys were, Ann thought. Maybe it took a tit-owner to know what felt best. Betty's tit-handling was more gentle than Ann's, but she had had experience and Ann was like a kid with a new toy.
When Ann had done everything she could think of to that tit with her hands, she wiggled down Betty's body until her face was even with the soft, round thing. She studied the nipple while holding it in her fingers. She saw how it was standing erect in the middle of a puckered disk of brown, bumpy flesh.
Then she touched the button with he tongue. She had sucked her own tits before, but this was different. Not only didn't she have to crane her neck uncomfortably, but this nipple belonged to another chick – someone she was going to discover lesbian love with, and that made all the difference in the world.
She opened her mouth and took the tip of that tit into it. Her tongue licked the brawn disk, and she sucked on it hungrily.
"You do that like you've had a lot of practice," Betty said.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Ann hummed in answer.
Betty ran her fingers through the hair on Ann's sucking head. With her hands, Ann handled the unsucked tit, and reached around to Betty's ass. But it was her mouth that she was concentrating on. She squeezed Betty's nipple between her tongue and the hard roof of her mouth, then eased up and ran her tongue around the gumdrop.
"You really know how to suck a tit," Betty told her.
Betty's words were spurring Ann on to even more wild tongue-bathing on that hard knob of flesh. Finally, she let the wet nipple out of her mouth and rubbed her face on the wobbling surface of that bit of warm flesh. She stuck her face in the valley between the boobs, just as Tom liked to do to her. And she found out why he liked it so much. With one of those hot pillows at either side of her head Ann felt the security an ostrich must feel when it sticks its head in the sand.
Ann lifted her head from that hiding place and covered the entire area of those mountains with kisses and licks. She thought that the tender undersides of her tits were especially thrilling to kiss. When Betty gave her head a nudge up, Ann obeyed and wiggled back up the small body.
Lesbianism was everything she'd dreamed, and more. How wonderful it was to drag her tits up over Betty's belly and feel them bump into that chick's tits. When Betty grabbed one of her own jugs and touched the stiff nipple to Ann's, Ann shivered in perverted passion.
Then Betty moved down Ann's body. Ann just lay there, twisting slightly in perverted heat, waiting for Betty to ravage her. Betty began sucking Ann's tits, and Ann murmured her delight. While she gobbled up a mouthful of Ann's tit, her hand went to the shivering skin of her thighs. With her long nails, Betty scraped the insides of those thighs. With her long nails, Betty scraped the insides of those thighs, getting closer and closer to the furry junction.
"Oh, Betty, baby," Ann moaned. "That feels sooooo good, I never… oh-h."
Betty's fingers scraped one thigh, then the other until she was brushing the curls on Ann's snatch. Ann felt the hairs telegraphing the movement into the fleshy mound of her cunt, and she shook her hips involuntarily.
When, at long last, Betty covered the hairy lips with her hand, Ann tried to curl up in a grip of pleasure, but Betty held her down flat. She pressed her fingers into the carpet of hair until she felt the damp cleft of the lips.
Ann spread her legs wide in anticipation of Betty's finger entering her. But the little lezzie was taking her time. Ann felt Betty move her fingers down the length of the slot without passing through the mouth. When she reached the rear corner of the slot, right near the entrance to Ann's cuntal sleeve, Betty felt the hot leakings as they spread down over the smooth, round cheeks of her ass.
Ann let her asscheeks go limp so Betty could get her finger between them if she wanted, and she did. She touched Ann's asshole, but only lightly, without entering it. Then she moved her finger to that rear corner of the gash and wet it. Now she was able to move her finger along the slot, but buried to the flint knuckle.
In the slippery juice, her finger glided effortlessly. Ann writhed like a woman possessed, and that was what she was, for what could possess a chick like a powerful attack of lust? She pushed down with the muscles in her hips in an effort to get Betty's finger higher up her gash, but the lesbian was making her wait until it was driving her mad.
"Finger my pussy!" Ann cried. "Give it to me! Rub me!"
But the little tease only gave her another quarter-inch of finger. Then, finally, Betty reached farther and farther up that hot envelope. She let her finger wander up Ann's cave and play with the ridges of squirming flesh. She even gave her hard clit a tickle, causing Ann to magnify the motion of that finger with her whole body.
All the while, Betty had been munching on Ann's tits, but now she began kissing her way down Ann's body. Ann knew what was going to happen next, and she shivered as she waited for Betty's sucking mouth to arrive at its destination.
Betty paused at Ann's belly button and reamed it with her tongue as a preview of what was to come. Then she started on her way again. Ann felt her new lover's face move into her pubic patch, and she spread even wider as Betty snuggled between her legs.
Betty's tongue followed the same route to her twat that her finger had. She first licked her thighs, then slowly closed in on the liquid slot. When Ann first felt the chick's strong tongue touch the interior of her quim, she tensed her body as though she'd been shocked by an electric jolt.
Then, as Betty covered the pink area between the hairy lips, Ann pumped her hips and moaned in ecstasy. Betty's tongue had a subtle difference to it from all the men's tongues she'd had in that crack. It was more gentle and soft, but it was also better in same nameless way. No other tongue had ever traveled the length of her slot like that, vibrating from side to side, flipping the ridges of the inner lips.
Betty pressed her tongue so far up Ann's flowing tunnel that Ann felt the woman's teeth bite into the spongy flesh of her mound. When the tongue was in as far as possible, it was fluttered wildly, giving Ann a totally new trill.
Ann was throwing herself around in wild passion on the bed under Betty's onslaught, but Betty was avoiding bringing her off. Her tongue seemed to be easing off, in fact. Before long, Betty lifted her had, showing Ann her cunt-juice-smeared face. Then she climbed up over Ann and they kissed. Ann tasted the flavor of her own pussy in her friend's mouth.
"Will you eat me?" Betty whispered.
Ann felt a rush of excitement as she began sliding down Betty's body. This was it, she realized, the culmination of her lesbian lust. By the time she reached Betty's belly, the pungent odor of her twat came to her nostrils and urged her onward.
Taking her position between Betty's legs, she brought her face to the furry triangle. At first, she merely brushed her nose in the tangle of curls. Then she stuck out her tongue and combed it trough the army of curly guards that stood watch over that treasure. A few drops of cunt cream that were lying scattered in the hair were licked up by Ann's lapping tongue.
Then, breaking her lesbian cherry, she stuck her tongue into the lips of that little chick's cunt. The feeling of that salty crack at the tip of her tongue sent a wave of perverted energy through Ann. She moved her tongue around, feeling the familiar territory in that unfamiliar way. She had had her fingers in her own cunt a lot of times, and she knew her way around a pussy, but this was different, like trying to dial a telephone with your left hand for the first time.
But it didn't take her long to get the hang of it, and Betty was soon squirming just as Ann had when their positions had been reversed. Ann stuck her tongue up the tunnel and tasted the concentrated flavor of the hot juice running from it. She felt around with her tongue and was surprised how she could feel things with it as well as she could with her fingers.
She found Betty's clit and moved it around in its sheath of skin. Looking up over Betty's belly, she could watch the effects of her tongue on the chick's face. She discovered that covering the pink swatch with broad laps of her tongue had the more powerful effect, causing Betty to open her mouth and howl like a banshee.
She kept up the various tongue strokes, loving every second of it, until Betty grabbed her head and stopped her. Betty sat up with an extreme look of passion on her face, and pushed Ann over.
Then Betty got into a weird position with Ann, with their crotches pressed together and their legs along side each other's bodies. Ann had her legs scissoring Betty and vice versa. She could see how the lips of her cunt were squashed on Betty's, and their pubic bones squeezed their clits in a hard [missing text].
When Betty began shaking her hips, Ann was amazed at the luscious feeling it sent through her. She began shaking her hips, too, and their cunts were ground together, crushing powerful bursts of pleasure from them. Both of their tits were jumping around with the motion of their hips.
Ann could hardly believe this was happening to her; it seemed too wildly wonderful, but the ecstasy raping her brain was the most real thing she'd ever experienced. Both chicks began moaning with joy and before long they were in the grip of ripping climaxes.
The next thing Ann knew, she was lying in that strange position with Betty, sweating and panting, and a full-fledged lesbian.
"That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me," Ann said when she caught her breath.
"I'm glad," Betty said. "You were really great. But, you know this sort of thing is best when there are a few guys around to join in. Maybe Tom would be interested?"
"Yeah, that would be great, but I don't know. I'll have to ask him."
Ann could picture her and her husband in that scene she'd watched in the Apples' living room, and she hoped it would come true.