Afternoon seemed as good a time as any for a social visit, all the more so since it was one of those days when my loneliness had become just too oppressive. Like any night-creature, my friend slept late and might still be asleep, though, so I waited and fumed impatiently until a reasonable hour to pick up the phone. Then, my nerves taut with tension, I spun the dial and at last heard her throaty hello floating over the wire.
"Zoe? It's me. Dana."
“Oh. Hi, kid."
“Hope I didn't wake you."
“Nope. I'm up. What's on your mind?"
“I'm lonesome. Okay to come over?"
“Not today, honey. Some other time."
My heart plummeted. "Zoe, are you busy? Do you have somebody there with you?"
"Nothing like that. I'm alone. But I am pretty busy. My cleaning woman has been sick for a week, and I finally decided to do something about it. So I'm giving the place a good swabbing."
"Is that all? I'll come and keep you company."
"Better skip it, kid. I'm all messy and the apartment looks like a disaster area. I've got at least another hour's work to do, and if you're here it'll never get done."
"Sure, it will. I'll help you."
"Silly girl. Watch out or I might take you up on that. No, not today. Somehow I just can't picture you scrubbing the bathroom floor."
"Oh shit, why not? I'm serious. Between the two of us, we'll get the job done in no time. Zoe? Please?"
Silence. Then, with a hint of severity, "Okay, kiddo, you're asking for it. Come on over and I'll put you to work. But remember now, when I say work… "
"Of course. I'm not complaining. Be right over." The tension drained as I hung up. Not that I cared much about housecleaning, but anything was better than sitting here alone. I got ready in a hurry and was lucky enough to hail a cruising cab without the usual interlude of frustration.
Zoe answered the door in a dusty housedress. The silver-blond hair was tucked up under a bandanna, and there were sooty smudges on her face. "That was fast. You must be real anxious to lend a hand. I guess you ought to strip down first, though, no sense getting those nice clothes grimy. Get undressed."
"Uh… everything?"
"Sure. Why be formal? But don't get any ideas, sweetie, this isn't a recreation period. We're working, not playing." Her dark eyes twinkled. "Later maybe, well, we'll see… "
I didn't pursue the issue, peeling my things off and plunging right into the chores. After the initial flush of embarrassment, I actually enjoyed my nudity. Zoe leered at me suggestively only once, then she went back to work herself. As if she was quite accustomed to having a naked young girl around! And I found a keen delight in the sensation of total freedom from clothing, the touch of the cool air becoming a source of energy almost.
The apartment was small and not very dirty, but there was still plenty to be done. And, like a stern taskmistress relishing her role, Zoe made certain that I did my share. Perhaps even more. But I didn't dare gripe, considering the sincerity of my offer, although I really hadn't expected her to make me scrub the bathroom floor! Anyway, I got it done, and to her satisfaction, even cadging a small compliment for my endeavor. And with the two of us pitching in like that, the entire housecleaning job was soon finished.
"Whew! I'm glad that's over." Zoe shed the dusty dress, her sole garment, and flopped on the bed. "Ought to take a bath now, but I'm just too pooped. The hell with it."
I gazed lingeringly, fascinated by the naked bulk of her, the massive breasts, the thick thighs, the endlessly rolling expanse of tawny skin. And the silver-blond fluff, naturally; what eye could pass over that centrally located focal point?
"You're staring, kid."
"Sorry… "
“It's okay. I like being stared at. It's a kick for some of my Johns, too, they like looking at me. Yeah. They better like it. That's what they're paying for."
"So let me stare. I've even paid for it in a way, isn't that so? I helped you clean the apartment."
"Hmm, that's right. You put in a lot of work, I'll admit. I owe you more than just staring privileges, though." She rose from the bed somewhat gingerly. "Oh well, nobody gets something for nothing these days. I guess it's my turn to pay off, huh?"
I blocked her path. "Where are you going?"
"I've got to take that bath, honey. I must smell awful. I'm the kind of girl who sweats, you know? Besides, I've been working hours longer than you."
"You smell nice. Like… like Zoe, and that's nice, as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, you don't owe me a darn thing. I was glad to help, that's what friends are for." Still blocking the way, I tried desperately to keep her out of the bathroom; that tile floor in there was so hard! And the bed looked so comfortably soft, just perfect for two weary women. "Just call on me anytime. No charge. Anything else you'd like done right now? I'm still available."
"Hmm. Available, eh? There you go, making foolish offers again. How come you're so good to me?"
We stood there face to face, both naked, almost close enough to touch. She peered at me for an interminable moment, her dark eyes narrowing to sensuously quizzical slits. Her hands came up to cup my cheeks and I could feel my skin grow warm under the contact. Warmer still as she held me like that and brushed her soft mouth against mine, moving her head from side to side slowly. The gliding motion became one prolonged caress, until I gasped and parted my lips and was immediately granted the gift of her tongue, cause for a silent sigh of relief; the bath was forgotten and now it was just a matter of tumbling into bed.
She was still kissing me, though. Her hands left my face and fluttered over my body, fondling me with tantalizing fingertips. My breasts, my back, my buttocks. Our mouths separated, hers remaining open to nibble at my earlobe and utter breathy syllables of sound. Words that I couldn't quite make out. Words that I could feel rather than hear. Whispers and murmurs and throaty noises of urgency, and they needed no translation…
Then, "Honey, wait. I really ought to bathe."
"No. It's all right. Please don't, "
"Okay, okay. But I'm self-conscious about it. Let me use some perfume. It'll only take a minute."
There was an atomizer on the dresser. She picked it up and began spraying herself. Seething with impatience, I snatched it* from her grasp and completed the task hurriedly. The cloud of sweet scent made my nose twitch. By the time I set the thing back down again, my heart was pounding like mad in an effort to keep pace with my panting breath. Everything took so long! Would we never get to bed?
So it appeared. She smiled and chucked me under the chin, a little nudge that lifted my lips to hers. I whimpered in desperation, but she was already kissing me again, stifling the sound and slamming it back down my throat with a ruthless mouth and domineering tongue, no gentle kiss this second round; oh shit, I couldn't recall ever being kissed like that in all my life!
Her arms enfolded me, the palms of her hands hot as she squeezed and kneaded the flesh of my buttocks, pulling me into a tight embrace. I felt her hips squirm and rotate, jutting her pelvis hard against mine in tiny circles. The insistent pressure evoked my participation and our bodies went into a grinding motion, cunt scraping cunt and nipple flattening nipple. Until, quite unexpectedly, she stepped backward and tugged and we both toppled to the bed.
It wasn't exactly accidental, I realized, she had fallen underneath me and all of a sudden her breasts were in front of my eyes, big and beautiful and demanding. Yes, demanding. And I was in no position to protest. My mouth plunged. They pillowed my head, cradling and surrounding my flushed face with all of their womanly softness, coaxing me into a daze of misty intoxication with the fragrance left by the lavishly plied perfume atomizer.
"Yeah, kid, that's the way. Kiss, kiss. You like Zoe's big hot tits, huh? Yeah. Everybody does. Only they're yours now, all yours, nobody else's, so just treat 'em right, okay?"
A sob oozed from my buried lips, a muffled sob of something akin to gratitude, these big hot tits, all mine?, and I made the only response possible, extending myself to meet the test of this grave new responsibility, expanding my meager knowledge by sheer instinct. I mouthed the lovely flesh-mounds deliriously and yet not without a certain inherent skill, turning my exploration into a triumph of discovery as at last the pliant nipples grew tense under my moistly swirling tongue-caresses. More confident now, I feasted upon the swollen pleasure-peaks at leisure, taking time to sniff and savor the rich blend of perfume and perspiration, an odor more provocative then perfume by itself. I found such impressions novel at least, if not exactly earth-shaking in scope; anyway, it was nice to be learning while doing, rather a unique thrill…
"Hey! Not bad for a beginner, not bad at all. The way you go for these big tits of mine. You're all right, honey. But just wait till you get a mouthful of cunt, Zoe's big hot cunt, you'll go out of your mind! It's different doing it from down there, not like a sixty-nine, you know?"
I didn't know, of course. Nor did I care to find out at the moment. But there was a force being exerted on my head, a kind of lazy but forceful guidance, and I had the feeling that those affectionately entwined fingers might just tear my hair out by the roots if they met with any opposition. And wouldn't that put a bit of a strain on our new friendship? Prudence, if nothing else, called for at least passive cooperation on my part. So I stilled my conscience and let my girlfriend be my guide instead, dreading the destination but finding an unexpected excitement in the journey. My lips and tongue went on tasting and sampling on the way down, pausing awhile to dab hot-breathed kissed into her navel and then dallying appreciatively over the softly rounded belly curve.
Her torso arched up from the bed, though, an apparently impulsive gesture that all but ended the suspense, jamming her dyed silver-blond patch into my face. It felt almost harsh after so much smoothness, making the delicate flesh underneath a more pleasant prospect. Then too, I was inveigled by a more tangible lure, a whiff of something beyond the mingled perfume and perspiration, something quite indefinable. Unless it was just a cunty smell. Whatever it was, my own impulse took over as hers faded, and I followed my nose to its source and clung there after her body went limp.
"Oh! Oh, you doll!"
"Mmm?"
"You're there now. Suck it. Suck my cunt!"
The shock of the coarse command made me shudder, but I reacted swiftly and spontaneously, burrowing between her legs. Into the hot core, soft and wet and pulpy, a pool of seductive pleasure. Spicy and pungent and delectably sweet all at the same time. Like a mystery that I was solving and not quite understanding…
"Yeah. Kid? See what you've been missing? Feels different from down there, right?
"Mmm… "
“You're pretty good. Lots of enthusiasm." She moved her hips languorously, toying with my hair. "You like Zoe's cunt, huh? Just like I told you. Don't overdo it, though, if you want my pussy, you've got to treat me nice. Take it easy, you're not scrubbing floors now."
There was a definite note of criticism in her voice. Ruefully, I realized that my technique must have been sadly lacking. It was different down here, sure enough, quite new to me. Different on a bed, too, all the comfort in the world and no need for any frenzied haste, wasn't this the time and the place to be showing a little more care and consideration?