"You son-of-a-bitch! You bastard." Jodie screamed.
"Jodie…"
"Shut up… take me home… NOW!"
"Honey…"
"Billy, take me home!"
He climbed into the driver's seat and the car started moving. She had managed to find her skirt and she had wrapped Billy's jacket around her bare breasts.
She felt like crying, but she refused to let herself go. Sitting there silently beside him, Jodie's mind went over the events of the past few hours. They must have fucked her several more times while she was passed out. When she had awakened, she was covered with perspiration, blood and sperm, and they were gone.
Obviously the cabin didn't belong to them. It was probably someone's vacation place and not in use. They had probably broken into it and just used it. Jodie wondered how many other girls had been raped there, as she made her way back to the road and eventually to the park and Billy.
What awaited her then was all too horrible to remember. She had untied him and, instead of sympathy, he wanted to know what had happened.
Tearfully she told him, but he wasn't satisfied with generalities. He wanted details. He wanted to know everything. And the more she told him, the more she realized that what she was telling him was turning him on.
He actually wanted to fuck her himself, after all she had been through.
That's when she exploded.
"Jodie, look, I said I'm sorry…"
"No you're not…"
"I am. I love you."
"No you don't. You love my pussy. You just want a hole to stick your cock into me."
"Jesus, Jodie, I… I…"
"Stop here at the corner. I want to go in the back way."
He pulled the car to the curb and before he could touch her again, she was out of the door and slamming it behind her.
"Jodie…"
"Go to hell," she hissed. "I never want to see you again."
She walked away, her face a mask of cold resolve. Once inside the house, she padded quickly to her own room so she wouldn't waken her aunt. After a long, hot bath she packed.
She knew exactly what she was going to do. When her parents had died, she had come to live with her aunt. She was a nice old lady, but she would never understand how Jodie felt after what she had gone through that night.
Money would be no problem. She had her inheritance, and it was all in her name.
After writing a quick note, she went downstairs and put the bags in the trunk of her car.
She drove most of the night, finally stopping at a motel to get some rest. The next morning she arose early and drove into the city. By late that afternoon she had an apartment.
Two weeks later, she met Jessica in a bar. It was then that she found out what her sexual preferences really were.
"I'm an artist. I do advertising layouts, and things like that."
"I don't know what I am," Jodie said.
Jessica smiled warmly, understanding the meaning behind Jodie's words. She dropped her eyes and flushed prettily. "I have to admit that I still have hopes of doing serious work. I have a studio full of completed canvases. One of these days I'll try them out an some critic."
Jodie felt herself drawn to Jessica. She could see in the other girl a kindred soul, an artistic sister in this city of subway riders. The conversation became more animated as they ordered another round of drinks, and before they parted that afternoon they exchanged addresses and phone numbers, and had made a date for luncheon two days later.
That night Jodie slept deeply and fully, and when she arose the next morning, her spirits were singing. She felt alive again, part of the scurrying world around her.
They had lunch at a midtown restaurant and spent the afternoon shopping for clothes. If Jodie hadn't been so rapturous over her newfound friendship, she might have seen the glow in Jessica's eyes when they tried on dresses, using the nine dressing room. And on the crowded subway ride downtown again, with arms full of packages; she took no notice of Jessica's body pressed tightly to hers. When a hand caressed the smooth curve of her buttock, she was sure it was just some subway masher.
Jessica called her the following afternoon and suggested that they go to a movie that evening.
"Make it a casual affair," Jessica said. "Slacks and blouses. I hate to dress up on weekends."
Jodie quickly accepted. Before going to work that evening she went out and bought a new pair of slacks and a new blouse. Jessica called again in the afternoon to suggest dinner before the movie. Since it was going to be a casual deal anyway, why not make it soup and sandwiches at her place?
Jodie was there by four o'clock in the afternoon. Jessica lived in a beautiful top-floor apartment in the better section of the Village. The place had been designed specifically for an artist. Besides the three-room living quarters, there was a studio, complete with a skylight facing north.
The living section was magnificently decorated in soft muted colors and simple designs, which gave one a feeling of comfort and peace and spaciousness. The studio was as large as the other three rooms of the apartment combined. Three walls of the place were lined with completed canvases, their painted sides turned toward the wall.
"They distract me when I'm working," Jessica explained to Jodie's questioning look.
At her insistence, Jessica showed her some of the paintings. Jodie thought they were marvelous. With her limited knowledge of art, if a horse looked like a horse, it was a marvelous painting.
They had a couple of drinks before dinner and talked about art. Jodie was in over her head; she held up her end of the conversation mainly with nods of agreement.
They were about to leave the studio when Jessica stopped her. "Hey," the girl said. "I've just had an idea for a picture. Would you model for me?"
Jodie was startled by the request. "Me?" she said. "You don't want me for a model. You need a pretty girl for a painting!"
"That's why I asked you. What makes you think you're not pretty? You would be perfect for what I have in mind. Your bone structure and body are excellent. And your face has a certain quality I'd like to try to capture on canvas."
When. Jodie finally agreed, Jessica told her that she would have to pose in the nude. "After all," she said, "you shouldn't have any compunctions about taking off your clothes in front of me. It's not as though I were a man!"
Jodie was hesitant, and they had a couple more drinks while she tried to make up her mind. All of Jessica's arguments seemed sound, and the liquor helped case any feelings she had about taking off her clothes.
"Okay," she finally agreed. "I'll do it!"
"Great!" Jessica grinned. "Let's get started right away!"
"You mean, now? Tonight?"
"Sure. I wasn't really crazy about seeing that particular movie anyway, were you?"
"No… I guess not," Jodie replied.
"Then it's settled," Jessica said, reaching over and giving Jodie a hug. "Let's have something to eat, and then get to work!"
They had a couple of more drinks and some sandwiches, then returned immediately to the studio; Jodie watched Jessica set up her easel with a fresh canvas and put out a high stool on which Jodie would pose.
When all the preparation had been made, there was no mote stalling. It was time for Jodie to strip. She hesitated and Jessica came over to put her arm around her shoulder.
"It won't be so bad," the other girl told her. "If it will help, why don't you go into the other room to change?"
Jodie nodded gratefully and accepted the short smack Jessica handed her. In the other room her hands trembled as she stripped down and slipped into the smock. It was so short that the undercurves of her lush buttocks were exposed. She steeled herself and stepped back through the doorway into the studio.
She stopped dead in her tracks, an involuntary gasp escaping from her throat.
Jessica was completely nude.
She stood before her easel with a pallet and a fistful of brushes in her hand. She looked at Jodie's shocked expression, and her brow furrowed with puzzlement.
"What's the matter?"
"… nothing… I guess," Jodie stammered. But something was the matter. Jessica's beautiful, nude body was turning her on, and she didn't know why. She could feel the juices from her heated pussy already oozing between her cuntal lips and dampening her inner thighs. She hoped Jessica didn't notice.
"Want another drink before we start?"
"Does my being nude bother you?" Jessica asked as she fixed the drinks.
"No," Jodie giggled self-consciously. "Should it?"
"You left your bra and panties on under the smock, didn't you?"
"Yes," Jodie said.
"You have a beautiful body, Jodie," Jessica said, switching on the stereo and filling the studio with soothing music. "I'm sure it's what every man wants."
"I don't like men," Jodie said, taking a healthy slug from her drink.
"Oh?" Jessica's eyes narrowed and flitted hungrily over the jutting shelf of Jodie's pendulous breasts. A longing look came into her eyes and she sat down in a soft lounge chair facing Jodie. "Then… maybe your body is what every… woman wants."
"What?" Jodie said, weaving slightly from the liquor she had consumed.
"Nothing… why don't you take the rest of your clothes off now, darling?"
There was something commanding in Jessica's voice that excited Jodie. The dominance in the older girl's harshly beautiful features made Jodie want to please her.
She began to unfasten the buttons down the front of the smock.
"Nice, darling… very nice," Jessica enthused, the words conveying tender meaning as she leaned back to turn off one of the lamps. Her other hand dropped to the dark bush of pubic hair between her thighs.
Jodie's body began to sway with the music. As the smock worked down over the magnificently shaped hips and clung with electricity to the Venus-shaped fullness of her thighs, the lower half of her torso began a sensual counter-balance of motion to her top-heavy breasts.
"My God, darling! What a beautiful sense of rhythm!" Jessica gasped when the smock dropped to the floor and Jodie reached back to unsnap her bra.
Old memories and feelings were not nearly so unpleasant now. The feel of the bra cups sliding across her nipples caused them to harden and push out, retracting minutely with the rapid pulse of her building sensations, then erecting again.
"Here… here, darling," Jessica panted breathlessly, her arms quivering as they reached out toward Jodie. "Let me… take off the panties."
The heat of passion, a long dormant feeling she wanted to deny but couldn't, coned Jodie forward. Now lust was taking over, the etched memories of bodily pleasures that were bad, yet good, repugnant in afterthought yet demanding in practice. The heat of the thrilling sensations overshadowed conscience and reason.
What was wrong with her? Was this a desire for sex that she was feeling? Did her body actually want a man again? Hardly… yet she was feeling something.
Jodie's slowly gyrating ass cheeks tensed at the feel of Jessica's delicate fingers pressing under the top of her panties. Then the panties were gone and those same fingers lightly brushed back and forth across her mound of cunt hair.
"Mmmmmmm, you're as fresh as a virgin, sweetheart," Jessica was rapturous as her hands explored the pliant flesh.
Jodie moved closer, standing on tiptoe, pushing her feet farther apart. She felt the warmth of Jessica's long hair against her bare belly, felt with imaginary expectancy the joys which would follow.
"Oh, darling… how I could make love to you!" Jessica suddenly cooed, her hands gripping each cheek tightly, her fingers digging in the softness.
A convulsive shudder went through Jodie's highly pitched body. Her hips thrust forward eagerly. Words wanted to escape from her gasping mouth, but they couldn't form. She was totally mesmerized by the heat of the moment.
Jessica's words shocked her, yet also thrilled her. Jessica wanted to fuck her. No… she wanted to make love to her.
"Jodie…" Jessica whispered her name, entranced by the perfection of Jodie's nude body, the curling mat of cunt hairs thrusting toward her face, her lips, her tongue.
Conflicting emotions fought at each other within Jodie as she felt the woman's hand on her body, pulling her down to the floor. She liked Jessica, and her body liked being close like this, flesh against flesh.
She yearned to feel the warmth and compassion of another human body straining against hers. She wanted to be infused with the knowledge that she, Jodie Lee, was wanted, desired, and loved to the absolute crest of fulfillment.
Jessica's beautiful nude body strained against hers. "Jodie…" Jessica whispered again, needing no verbal reply to tell the other girl of the mutual need that flowed between them.
Slowly, Jessica's hands went to work. She breathed heavier at the sensuous feel of Jodie's thighs, warm and fleshy to her touch. Jodie neither helped nor hindered at first, her body tensely still, fighting off the violent urge to give herself fully to the rapturous touch which climbed higher and higher.
Jessica was trembling now, her hands sweaty with anticipation as she grasped the back of Jodie's leg and mid-thigh and pulled her body closer.
"No… please…" The protest was soft, her fingers brushing Jessica's breasts, but unwilling to commit totally to this new experience.
"Jodie…"
"Oh, Jess… Jess," Jodie moaned. "I do need it… I need it so much."
"Damn, Jodie…" Jessica let go in a burst of pent-up breath and thrust her hand into the wet darkness between Jodie's quivering thighs.
"Jodie… beautiful Jodie…"
"Yes."
"I want you. I want to suck you… eat you, love you."
"Oh God… do it… do it!" Jodie was on fire now. The suddenness of this contact made her frustratingly speechless, obsessed with a wild sort of fury. The excitement was what she expected. It was the same physical sensation as the initial surges brought on any lover. Yet the lovingly gentle way Jessica was working her, the effectiveness of her passionate probing combining a kindling of spirit as well as the body, was something Jodie had never known before.
Conscience tugged hard, sent out the initial orders from her brain to stop, but somewhere enroute the impulses were lost. Her body relaxed. And now Jodie was helping, spreading herself out for her lover as Jessica's fingers wormed their way up into her cunt.
"Jess… oh God, Jess, your tongue… give my cunt your tongue!"
"Does that feel good… my fingers in your pussy like that?"
"Yes, yes… yes…" Jodie cried out, hunching up to get more of the woman's hand into her cuntslit.
"You're so beautiful… so sexy," Jessica moaned, stretching out beside the young girl. "Your pussy feels so warm… so inviting." She opened her thighs over Jodie's leg and settled the damp furriness of her own wet pussy down over the girl's flesh. It felt like a hot brand on Jodie's leg and she immediately started rubbing against the other girl.
"I love your breasts," Jessica said.
"Suck on them…" Jodie whispered.
If she had had any doubts about the thrill of fucking another woman, they were quickly dispelled by the quick darting of Jessica's tongue around her magnificent, sensitive breasts. The woman expertly took one brown-tipped nipple into her wet lips, sucking gently, kneading on the other one with increasing pressure, then switching the process, sucking the other tit hotly, passionately.
Then Jessica worked her tongue in between her tits, up across Jodie's tender neck, finally plunging her tongue deeply inside the young girl's open mouth, swirling it around, playing, teasing with her tongue. At the same time, she again plunged two fingers into the fiery warmth of Jodie's pussy.
Jodie clutched the other girl's body to her own, so that her huge breasts mashed against Jessica's, and the heat from their nipples surged through their bodies.
"Ohhhh, you're really hot, aren't you, darling?" Jessica murmured.
"Yes… oh, yes I am," Jodie replied, ribbing her thigh harder against Jessica's seething pussy. "I'm so hot I think I'll explode! Do something! Suck me… rub my pussy with yours! Please, Jess, please…"
Jodie cried out as she felt Jessica's warm, hair-covered pubic bone press into her clitoris. She arched her back and matched Jessica's movements with her eyes shut tightly in passion and her nails raking the other girl's ass cheeks.
"Oh, fuck me!" Jodie begged, encircling the other girl's neck with her arms. "Fuck me with your tongue… suck me! Rub me off with your… do anything you want to do!"
"You're so beautiful," Jessica cooed, and moved her head downward until it was buried between Jodie's silken thighs.
Her tongue probed lovingly between the moist lips as her hands kneaded her breasts and ran like tickling feathers over her heaving hips and throbbing thighs. She gripped the tender, fleshy buttocks in both her hands and pulled Jodie up. At the same time, she jammed her tongue into the girl's fiery slit and began sucking the juice from her eager pussy.
Jodie's pubic hair was soaked with saliva from Jessica's mouth and juice from her own pussy. She screamed in ecstasy as she wound her cunt into the other girl's face.
"Good… good… feels sooooo good. Don't stop… please, don't ever stop…"
Jessica probed with her tongue, relishing the sticky juices as they poured into her mouth from the gaping cunt hole. Jodie writhed in spasm after spasm of pleasure as she bucked and thrust her wet pussy up into Jessica's willing face and encased the girl's bobbing head with her thighs.
Jessica rocked her head from side to side, matching the rhythm of Jodie's hips. Her tongue became a dart of hot flame shooting fire into the younger girl's pussy.
"Suck it… suck it and bite my clit!" Jodie cried out.
She arched her back, driving upward with her hips, grinding her bush of matted cunt hair into Jessica's face to attain the full extent of joy and sexual pleasure from the woman's wildly probing tongue.
"Come… come, baby," Jessica cried, her voice muffled by cunt and flesh.
"Yes… now… now!" Jodie gasped. "I'm coming!"
She raised her hips, freeing her ankles from Jessica's grasp, and locked her thighs around her head. Tighter and tighter she squeezed, coming with a lone, wailing cry.
Her nostrils caught the mesmerizing scent of her spunk coming from between her legs. Her belly was smooth as velvet as she hunched up. Jessica thrust, and Jodie cried out in pleasurable pain as she felt her tongue enter her in a long, smooth movement and her teeth bite down sharply on the distended clit.
Jodie threw her hips upward, arching her back and sending her splayed-open cunt up to meet the beautiful woman's driving tongue. Deeper and deeper into her it went. Her mind reeled. Her breath came fast and heavy.
"More, MORE! All of it! Give me all of it! Oh, God, what a tongue! What a come! I love it! Aaaarrrrrgggggghhhhh!"
"Come, baby!" Jessica gurgled. "Come! Come to me!"
Jodie came until her body seemed racked with pain. Finally she fell back and pulled Jessica's pussy-stained face up to hers. Jodie licked all of her own juices from Jessica's lovely face and then dipped her head eagerly down between the woman's thighs.
Eating Jodie had made Jessica so hot that it didn't take long. In a matter of minutes, Jodie was sending her to heaven on the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, God, that was good," Jodie sighed as she stretched out full length beside Jessica.
"It will get even better, darling," Jessica purred.
And it did. Jodie moved in with her, and their relationship lasted three years. But eventually Jodie knew and felt that something was lacking.
Jessica was an out-and-out dyke, and Jodie wasn't.
It started to create friction.
They split up when Jessica found out that Jodie had picked up a couple of men, brought them to the studio, and fucked them.
"I'm gay… all the way gay," Jessica explained. "I don't think you are. I think you're bi, and you don't know it. In any event, I don't dig that scene."
"Maybe it would be better if I moved out, then."
"Maybe it would," Jessica agreed.
She did, the next day.
And that night, Jodie found out what she really wanted – straight girls.
It was in a mid-town swinger's bar. The girl was blonde, stacked, and exceptionally beautiful. She was obviously giving Jodie the eye. Finally she went over to the blonde's table.
"… mind if I sit down?" The blonde waved to a vacant chair. "New in town?" Jodie asked, openly appraising the girl's splendid bust-line.
"No… I've been in town for about three years."
"Married?" Jodie probed.
"No… just living with a guy. He's over there at the bar."
"A swinger?"
"We both are. You?"
"Usually I just dig girls."
"No go," the blonde said. "I like it all."
"If I could get my tongue in your pussy, I just might dig a cock," Jodie said, smiling.
"Let's go. My boy friend will really dig you. By the way, my name's Margie… he's Stacy."