Sharon overslept the next morning. Vickie had awakened from a horny dream and had insisted on making love, and Sharon hadn't been able to go back to sleep until almost dawn. Now, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and glanced at the clock, she was surprised to see that it was a quarter past nine.
She took off her nightgown, slipped into her slippers, and walked naked into the kitchen to get the Silex started. While the coffee was brewing, she showered, and then brushed her hip-length hair until it gleamed. Then she carried a cup of coffee into the bedroom and began to dress.
There was a note on her dressing table in Vickie's looping, childlike scrawl. It read:
Darling – You looked so beautiful asleep I just couldn't bear to wake you. So I just kissed you good-by (you know where!). Back late this afternoon.
Sharon smiled. What an adorable girl, she reflected. There would never be anyone else like Vickie, ever.
She dressed quickly, but very carefully, as she always did, taking an occasional sip of her coffee. And because, for some reason, she felt like showing her legs today, she chose her shortest skirt – a micro-mini that reached a scant few inches below her pussy. Such a brief skirt called for panty-hose, rather than the hip-high stockings she really preferred, and she selected a sheer, nude-colored pair that were transparent from waist to toe.
Then she finished her coffee, touched up her lips, and left the apartment. Last night she had looked up Peggy Campbell's address in the phone book and tried to call her, but there had been no answer. This morning, she'd decided, she was going to confront Peggy face to face. Provided, of course, that Peggy still worked at the jewelry store in the Arcade. If not, she'd try her apartment, and keep on trying, until she got to see her.
Talking to Peggy would be dangerous, of course. If she told anyone, Sharon might very well be back in a cell before nightfall. Further, Peggy might even be dangerous in her own right. After all, at the time of the robbery, which Mark Haley had implied she had helped to set up, she had been on parole after serving a term for aggravated assault. And that meant assault with a weapon. Clearly, a girl like Peggy Campbell was no one to trifle with.
And yet, if Sharon was ever to clear her name of any involvement in the robbery, a confrontation with Peggy was one of the risks she'd have to take.
At the Arcade, Sharon walked along between the rows of small, posh shops to the door of the jewelry store, and paused just outside, studying the petite, auburn-haired girl behind the counter. She was prettier, and just a little plumper, than Sharon remembered her, with an angelic, heart-shaped face, small, soft features, and clear gray eyes as guileless as a child's. She was alone in the store, arranging something in a tray on the counter top.
Sharon entered the store and walked up to her. "Hello, Miss Campbell," she said.
Recognition flickered in the big gray eyes and the full lips formed an O of surprise. "You," she said. "You!"
"You remember me?"
"I remember you."
"You don't seem overjoyed to see me."
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Well, I don't want to talk to you. What are you, crazy or something? Don't you know enough to stay away from a place where…"
"I need your help, Miss Campbell. I…"
"Get out of here."
"Mark Haley's back in town. Did you know that?"
"You're crazy. What do you want from me, anyhow?"
"I told you. I need your help."
"Listen. You try giving me a hard time, and it'll be your ass. One word to my parole officer and…"
"Would that be Joyce Thornton?"
The other girl started to nod, then caught herself and glared. "Beat it, will you?"
"You're over-reacting. What's the matter, Miss Campbell? Is your conscience bothering you, or what?"
"Conscience! What do you mean, conscience? What the hell are you talking about?"
"The truth about that robbery will come out someday. When it does…"
"It's already out. Hadn't you heard? That's why they put you away."
"I had nothing to do with it. Mark Haley framed me."
"Oh, sure."
"And you know it."
"Sure."
"Listen, Miss Campbell. If enough of us parolees got together, we might be able to do something. Most police and parole officers are honest. They may get pretty rough at times, but they're fair. If they knew how girls like you and me are being exploited by people like Joyce Thornton…"
"Save your breath."
"…they might be able to do something about her."
"You're out of your mind. Did you know that?"
"And if you told the truth about that robbery, the D.A. might let you turn state's evidence… You'd be clear of it – and so would I."
Peggy started to say something, then compressed her lips.
"Eventually, you'll have to pay for your part in that robbery," Sharon said. "But if you tell the truth about it, and tell it now, before it comes out some other way…"
"I told you to get out of here. I'm telling you again. There won't be any third time."
"But listen. If you…"
"Let me show you something pretty," Peggy said quietly, reaching down into her bosom.
"Good Lord!" Sharon said as the other girl placed an old-fashioned straight razor on the counter in front of her.
"I cut a girl's throat with one just like this," Peggy Campbell said. "That's why they sent me up." She sighed regretfully. "She didn't die, worse luck. But then, she'll never be able to talk again either. She lives entirely on fluids now, they tell me."
Sharon moistened her lips, watching as Peggy pushed the razor down into her bra again.
"You get the idea?" Peggy asked, smiling at Sharon with slitted eyes. "It's not Joyce Thornton you have to worry about. It's me. You ever come near me again, and I'll slice your tits off. You cause me any trouble about that robbery, and I'll cut your throat." She paused. "Do you doubt me?"
"No," Sharon said.
"You'd Goddamned well better not," Peggy said. "Now get the fuck out of here."
That afternoon, still a little shaken by her encounter with Peggy Campbell, Sharon sat on the couch in the living room, sipping a martini and trying to decide what her next step ought to be. She had been there an hour, still dressed as she had been when she set out for the Arcade, but for the life of her she could think of nowhere else to turn. She could go to the police or the district attorney, or perhaps even to the parole board. But who would believe her? A single parolee, a convicted criminal, wouldn't have a chance. And the possibility of getting other parolees to back up her story now seemed to be out of the question.
She poured another drink – her third – and was just about to sample it when the door-knocker sounded. She put her drink down and went to answer it.
The teenage girl who smiled back at her was a honey blonde with a beautiful, small-featured face, skin like fresh cream, and the most perfect body Sharon had ever seen.
"Hello, Cousin Sharon," she said.
"Diane!" Sharon said.
"Didn't you recognize me?"
"No. Good heavens, honey! How you've changed!"
The girl laughed. "Well, you have too. You're prettier than ever."
"Come in, come in," Sharon said as she drew the girl inside and closed the door behind her. "How old are you now? Seventeen?"
"Sixteen."
"Sixteen! With a body like that?"
The girl blushed. "I just started building out all of a sudden."
"You're absolutely gorgeous, Diane. But what in the world are you doing here?"
"I just thought I'd come in and visit with you for a while. I can only stay a couple of hours."
"How're Aunt Marge and Uncle Bill?"
"Fine."
"And how are things on the farm?"
"Awful."
"Oh?"
"It's awful lonesome, I mean."
"How'd you know I… how'd you know I would be here?"
"We get the city paper out there. There was a little item about it."
"Do your folks know you came?"
"Gosh no. They'd throw a fit." Sharon smiled. "Do you think I had anything to do with that robbery, Diane?"
"No."
Sharon took her by the hand and led her over to the couch. "Arid so you came in to see me," she said. "Well, isn't that sweet of you."
"I always liked you, Sharon."
"Well, you are sweet. Would you like a drink?"
"No."
"Good girl."
"It's just that it always makes me dizzy. And Daddy might smell it when I got home."
"Let's see. It's been two years since I saw you, hasn't it?"
"Just about."
"I can't get over the change," Sharon said, glancing at the proud young breasts beneath the clinging jersey blouse. "I'll bet you have the boys down there half out of their mind."
Diane's smile changed subtly. "I'm not too much interested in boys," she said.
"What! Not interested in boys? A little beauty like you?" She trailed a fingertip from Diane's bare knee up the smooth, pale-gold skin to the hem of her brief skirt. "With legs like those? You wouldn't kid your cousin Sharon, would you?" She took her hand away.
"I just don't like them, that's all," Diane said.
"Cousin Sharon…"
"Yes?"
"Do you remember when you came down to visit us? You and that real pretty girl? Vickie?"
"Yes," Sharon said. "Vickie and I live together now, Diane."
"Well, do you remember how you and she went swimming in that old mill pond one day?"
Sharon looked at her. "I remember," she said. "I didn't think anyone saw us."
"I did."
Sharon was remembering what had happened after she and Vickie had climbed out on the bank. She reached for the martini she had put down when she went to answer the door. "You did?" she said, trying to make it casual.
"Uh-huh," Diane said. She was blushing furiously now. "That's why I don't like boys."
Sharon almost choked on her drink. "What?" she said.
"I watched you. I saw what you and Vickie were doing to each other."
Sharon drank the entire martini in four long swallows and put the glass down on the table. "I see," she said.
"I'd never known girls did that to each other before," Diane said.
"I'm sorry you were shocked, dear," Sharon said. "But you must understand that older girls…"
"You're only twenty now," Diane said. "You were only eighteen then."
"Yes, I know. But…"
"And besides, I wasn't shocked. I was just surprised."
"Oh?"
"And I wished it was me."
"What?"
"I wanted it to be me you were doing that to, instead of Vickie."
Sharon took a deep breath, and leaned forward to pour another martini. "And you've remembered that, all this time?"
"Yes. Sometimes I even dream about it." She turned her face away, averting her eyes. "And sometimes I dream about it the other way around."
"What?"
"I dream I'm Vickie – doing it to you."
Sharon took a sip of her drink. "I thought I'd just about run out of surprises, Diane," she said. "I was wrong."
"Are you angry with me?"
"Of course not. It's just that I had no idea…" She paused. "Have you – experimented with other girls, Diane?"
"No. Well, yes, I did. Just once. I started to, I mean."
"What happened?"
"She got scared and ran home."
Sharon smiled. "Poor Diane."
Diane put her hand on Sharon's leg just above the knee. "You're so pretty," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."
Sharon put her glass down, slipped her arm around Diane's shoulders, and drew her to her. "You know something?" she said as she brushed her lips across the satiny cheek. "I think you've got designs on me."
"I sure have, Sharon," Diane said, and parted her lips to receive Sharon's kiss. "I've been thinking about it two whole years."
"No panties?" Sharon said a few moments later. "Shame on you, Diane. You're a naughty, naughty girl."
"I thought you might like me better this way."
"The way I'd like you is with nothing on at all."
"All right."
"And spread out on the bed, where I can get to you."
"What if Vickie comes home?"
"If she does, you'll have two girls to make love to you." She took her hand from beneath Diane's dress and stood up. "Come along, you gorgeous little thing. Let's make the most of these two hours of yours."
In the bedroom, Diane stood motionless while Sharon undressed her, trembling a little, her face flushed with excitement.
"You're exquisite, Diane," Sharon said as she stood back to admire her. "Really exquisite." She put the tips of both forefingers to her mouth, moistened them, and touched them to Diane's sharp little nipples. "How'd you ever grow such beauties in just sixteen years, honey?"
Diane glanced down at her breasts. "I don't know," she said. "They just – grew."
Sharon laughed, then reached down for the hem of her skirt. "Now if you'll just lie down there on…"
"Let me," Diane said, stepping close to her. "I want to undress you." She hooked her fingers beneath Sharon's skirt. "May I?"
Sharon smiled and raised her hands over her head. "Please do," she said.
"I love the way I can see your pussy through your pantyhose," Diane said as she drew Sharon's skirt up past her waist. "I noticed it, out there on the couch."
"Did you really?"
"It got me all worked up."
"You were pretty well worked up when you got here."
"I know. But that made it worse." She laughed. "I mean better."
When Diane had stripped Sharon naked, the girls lay down on the bed, facing each other. Sharon drew the other girl close to her, so that their breasts and thighs were pressed hard together, and kissed her gently.
"Is this really your first time with a girl?" she asked.
"It's my first time with anybody," Diane said.
"Nobody's even so much as touched you before?"
"No."
"How I envy you," Sharon said, reaching up to fondle a breast. "The experience of being loved for the very first time, I mean. It's something a girl never forgets, believe me."
Diane reached up and mashed Sharon's hand hard against her breast. "Oh, Sharon…" she sighed.
"I'm going to give you a tongue bath," Sharon said. "But you seem interested in my nipples. Would you like to taste one first?"
"Oh, yes!"
Sharon raised up on an elbow and leaned over until her breast was against the other girl's mouth. "But just a taste, mind you. Later, you can do anything you want to."
Diane took Sharon's nipple in her mouth. But she just held it there, eyes closed, gold-blond hair fanned out on the pillow.
"You'll have to do more than that," Sharon laughed. "How do you expect to get any sugar unless you suck it out?"
Diane murmured apologetically and began to suck – tentatively at first, then steadily and hungrily.
Sharon let her suck for a full minute, then pulled her breast away and smiled. "You'd better leave a little in there for later," she said. "Did you like it?"
Diane swallowed and licked her lips. "Ummm!" she said. "Oh, Sharon! That's ten times sweeter than any sugar ever was!" She reached for Sharon's breast again.
"Oh, no you don't, young lady!" Sharon said. "It's time for your bath."
She did all the little preliminary things she knew Diane would enjoy on her introduction to girl-love, and she did them as methodically and carefully and lovingly as she could. This was a time from which, henceforth, Diane would date everything forward and backward – one of the three or four supreme experiences of her life – and Sharon used every trick she knew to make certain the young girl would remember every tiniest moment of it.
She began with Diane's ear, of course, following the convolutions with her tongue, fluttering her tongue against the lobe, spearing it deep into the opening, forcing a little saliva into it and then drawing it back into her mouth, only to push it back in with her tongue again.
She was juicing freely between her legs now, and she could smell the perfume growing stronger. She spread her legs a little, wanting the scent to be even stronger, so that Diane would get the full benefit of it.
"Put your tongue out, Diane," she said. "Just stick it out as far as you can, and leave it there."
Still with her eyes shut, Diane put out her tongue. Sharon licked the pink wedge slowly, from Diane's teeth to the tip, again and again, admiring its length and texture, marveling at how wonderfully juicy it was. Diane was going to make a lot of girls happy with that tongue, she knew, and she vowed that she herself was going to be the first girl to feel it slide into her cunt. Having a beautiful young girl like Diane give her her very first suck was an experience she would treasure forever.
Diane had managed to put her tongue out a whole half-inch further now. Sharon took it into her mouth and began to suck it, once again working her way from Diane's teeth to the tip and back again, drawing as much moisture from it as she could.
And now she could smell the aroma of Diane's pussy. She hadn't been certain at first, but now she was. It was so sweet, so different, so young-girl-like, that she paused for a moment to enjoy it. There was something so pure and delicate and innocent about it that it made her want to cry. She reached down with one hand and pushed Diane's legs apart so that she could smell it better, and then moved her mouth down to the hollow of Diane's throat.
"Oh, Sharon," Diane whispered. "Gosh, I… I…"
"I know, baby," Sharon said. "And the nicest thing about it is that we've only just begun." She moved her mouth slowly down the upper slope of Diane's breast.
Diane moaned.
Sharon kneaded the warm, resilient flesh for a moment, looking at the erect little tidbit. "Now let's see what you taste like," she said, and took the nipple into her mouth. It had already been swollen, but now it instantly grew larger and harder still.
"How… how does it taste?" Diane said.
"Sweet," Sharon said. "Exactly the way a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl's nipple ought to taste."
"I'm glad," Diane said. "I was hoping like anything you'd like it."
"I love it," Sharon said, sucking the other nipple now. Then she gently pushed Diane's breasts together until the nipples almost touched each other. "If one's nice, two are nicer," she said, and put both nipples in her mouth at the same time, sucking them hard, running her tongue between them, fluttering it between the juicing tips.
"Ohhhhh…" Diane sighed. "Oh, Sharon!"
Sharon rose to a sitting position.
"Oh, don't stop!" Diane said. "Please!"
Sharon laughed. "Don't worry," she said, crawling toward the foot of the bed. "I'm just going to start bathing you from the other direction, that's all. Starting with your toes."
"My toes?"
"Yes, darling – your toes. You've no idea how good it will feel. It'll drive you wild."
"I already am."
"Well, wilder then," Sharon said, and slipped one of Diane's tiny pink toes into her mouth.
Diane began to roll her hips uncontrollably.
"You see?" Sharon said. "You never knew what you were missing, did you?"
"Gosh, no! It's… it's… it's just wonderful!"
Sharon sucked each toe in turn, licking between them, nibbling at them gently, breathing in deeply of hers and Diane's perfume, glancing longingly now and then at the moist pink slit in the golden delta between the wide-open thighs.
From Diane's toes, Sharon moved to the sensitive skin of her instep, lapping at it with the flat of her tongue, watching with fascination as a drop of juice slid from the bottom of Diane's slit and crawled slowly down her perineum.
Slowly, inch by inch, Sharon began to lick her way up Diane's leg. She'd just reached the dimpled knee when Diane suddenly reached down with both hands and caught her hands in her hair, trying to pull her head up between her legs.
"Not yet," Sharon said. "First things first, darling."
"But I want you to so much! I just can't wait!"
"I'm having a little trouble that way, myself," Sharon said. "But be patient, baby. The longer you wait, the better it'll be. For both of us."
"It's so good! Oh, it's so good!"
"Roll over on your stomach," Sharon said.
"Oh," Diane said as she turned over. "Oh, Sharon! I never had anything feel so good in my whole life!"
"You'll soon have something even better," Sharon said. "But keep your legs spread wide apart, Diane. After all, we don't want to trap any more of that scent than we have to, do we?"
"Gosh, no," Diane said, pushing her legs apart as far as she could. "I can smell you too, Sharon. It makes me want to taste you down there more than ever."
Sharon began to bathe the backs of Diane's legs, beginning with the hollows behind her knees, licking a few inches up one leg, then shifting to the other, then back to the first. When she reached her hips, she did it the same way, bathing first one smooth globe, then the other, pausing once in a while to suck a little skin into her mouth and nibble it gently before releasing it and moving on.
When she had finished bathing Diane's hips, she spread them apart and licked between them, from a few inches above the anus to the perineum and back again, lingering for a few seconds each time at her cousin's asshole, pressing her lips hard against it, before continuing. The little button pulsed beneath her lips, just as her own did when she was being bathed, and the tiny opening beneath it opened a little wider each time her tongue passed across it. Diane was trying to relax her asshole so the tongue could go inside, Sharon knew, but she hadn't learned how to do it, and there was no way that Sharon or any other girl could teach her. She would learn, in time, but until then, she would have to be content to be tongued on the outside.
"Turn over on your back again, Diane," she said.
Diane rolled over quickly, spreading her legs wide without being told. "Are you going to – suck me now?" she said.
"Yes, you darling girl," Sharon said, and buried her head between Diane's legs at once.
She licked the juice from the lips, then parted them with her fingers and licked the inner labia, swirling her tongue around and around, licking deeper and deeper, pausing only to swallow a little of Diane's juice before stabbing her tongue into the fragrant well again, feeling her own juice flooding out across her thigh.
Diane was gasping with delight, rolling her hips so hard that Sharon was forced to grasp one of them in each hand and hold on tightly to keep from having her mouth dislodged from the honeyed nest between the trembling thighs.
Sharon sucked every swollen fold, licked deep into every seeping crevice, stabbed her tongue again and again into the top of the tiny hole. And then, when her tongue went a little further into the hole, she felt it touch something that was taut and unyielding and of a slightly different texture from the surrounding membrane.
It was the first cherry Sharon had ever put her tongue to, and she probed at it for several moments, fascinated by it, feeling delightfully guilty. The incestuous feeling that came from licking her virgin cousin's indescribably delicious cherry gave the taboo act an added excitement she would not soon forget.
She had lost her own cherry when she was just Diane's age, she recalled, and it had been her first real lesbian experience, too. The high-school teacher who had kept her after class on a pretext, and then seduced her in the coatroom, had been only a year or older than Sharon was now. The teacher had been pretty and feminine, but her tendencies had been strictly butch; after sucking Sharon for a short time, she had begun to fingerfuck her – so violently that the slender but brutal finger had punched through Sharon's membrane only seconds after she had begun.
The teacher had been genuinely sorry. But Sharon hadn't. And the very next day she had stayed after class of her own volition.
Now, as Sharon licked at the juice seeping up through the tiny aperture in Diane's cherry, she moistened a fingertip in the juice at the bottom of the streaming slit and slipped it slowly into the other girl's anus.
Diane began to writhe with pleasure. "Oh, Sharon!" she wailed. "Push it all the way in!"
Sharon did, and began to work it in and out, at the same time rotating her finger.
"Oh!" Diane cried. "Oh, that's good!"
The fragrance of the other girl's pussy was overwhelming, and Sharon drew in deep breaths of it as she sucked the juice from the opening in the cherry.
"I – I want to do it to you, too," Diane said.
"In a minute," Sharon said.
"No – now. Please, Sharon!"
"All right," Sharon said. She got up on her hands and knees and straddled Diane's head, facing in the other direction. Then she slowly lowered her hips until she felt her pussy pressing against Diane's face.
Diane didn't hesitate. With an excited little cry, she slipped her tongue between the lips of Sharon's cunt and began trying to lick it and suck it at the same time.
Lying with her cheek pressed against the sodden, juice-darkened blond curls of Diane's delta, Sharon smiled to herself, remembering her own awkward first attempt at cunt-sucking and how she, too, had been so eager that she had tried to do everything at once, just as Diane was now.
"Just kiss it first, honey," she said. "As if the lips were a mouth. Then you can spread it apart and lick it. And after you get enough of that, you can tongue-fuck me all you like."
Diane did as she was told, and after only a few minutes, Sharon realized that her cousin had as much natural talent as any girl she had ever known. In fact, Diane was learning so rapidly that she had her on the point of orgasm.
Pleased with the aptitude of her pupil, Sharon put her face between Diane's legs again and began to suck her clitoris, determined that she and her cousin were going to cum together.
They did.
Sharon felt her vagina contracting, her juice pouring down over Diane's face, felt the orgasm flooding from her inner spring, heard the wet, sucking sounds as Diane swallowed the juice greedily. And beneath her mouth, Diane's cunt pulsed steadily, the sweet, young-girl juice welling up through the tiny opening in her cherry so fast that Sharon had to lap it up rapidly to keep it from escaping down the crack in Diane's ass.
Then, suddenly, Diane's body relaxed completely. Sharon scrabbled up to her knees in alarm, wondering what could have happened.
And then, as she looked at Diane's lovely face, the long-lashed eyes closed and the full red mouth moist and slightly parted, the other girl's eyelashes suddenly fluttered a little against the petal-smooth cheek.
Sharon sighed with relief. She knew the look on Diane's face full well; she'd seen it on more than one pretty face, and under exactly the same conditions.
Diane, she knew, had fainted from the unbearable ecstasy of her orgasm.
Sharon bent over her. "Diane," she said softly. "Are you all right, baby?"
Diane's blue eyes opened wide. She smiled up at Sharon with love and gratitude, then threw her arms around her and drew her close.
"Oh, Sharon!" she cried. "Let's do it again!"