"How did you know?" Aunt Cheryl asked, lying beside me on her bed. It was the same cold bed she and Uncle Bill shared at nights, but it wasn't cold now and she wasn't valiumed into sexual oblivion. Her cheeks still glowed from the comes we had given one another, and I could feel a glow in my own face, too. It had been a fair game, and neither of us had reason to complain.
"Lots of little things," I told her. "Uncle Bill confessed to me – while I was putting the make on him – that you had turned into a dead fish in the bedroom, and the poor guy was so fucking horny I couldn't help myself, you know? And other clues, too, things that just came together. All of a sudden, I had it."
"You really fucked Bill?" she asked. I nodded, proudly. Why shouldn't I be proud? He was a good fuck, and I'd given him a dandy lay. I'd shaken his rocks around and given them the release they needed. Aunt Cheryl took her head. For a moment I considered telling her about me and Daddy, but it didn't seem the proper time. She hardly knew Daddy, for one thing, and she couldn't understand the relationship, not so soon. There was time enough later. Right now I was stroking her tits and playing with her nipples, so sweetly reluctant to retract. She'd moan a little when I toyed with her tits, and she'd lean down and kiss my wrists. Our bodies were entwined, one of her legs between mine, one of my legs between hers, and sometime she'd managed to get me completely out of the bandeau tube that had been my last remaining garment, little as it covered.
"I've been a bitch to him," she sighed. "He doesn't know why, does he? Doesn't even suspect?" I shook my head. If I read him right, he was simply baffled. Aunt Cheryl sat up. Her tits jiggled softly, and the nipples were still rigid, a filmy sheen of sweat coating her large areolas. She smelled of sweat and pussy, and there was nothing like that aroma. No, both of us smelled of sweat and pussy. The room reeked with our juicy cuntal odors. I loved it. I sat up too, slipped my arm around her thin waist, reached up with my other hand and started to play with her tits again.
"It goes back a long way," she said. "Back to Berkeley. Long before I met Bill. In fact, I kinda got him on the rebound, if you know what I mean. I had some sex in high school, nothing spectacular, just same nervous teenaged fucking. After I came to Berkeley, well, I got into different things. I met a girl there. She was a freshman too, but she had been around, more than I could believe, and we were sharing a room. She had ideas about sex that didn't match anything I'd ever run into, growing up in Napa Valley. It's hard to talk about, even now, but we became lovers, Melissa and I. It was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to me, that first time we got into bed together and I just lay there and let her show me what she'd been talking about for a couple of months. She ate me inside out, showed me how to do it to her. I got hooked, Elizabeth, really hooked."
"And from there I drifted into a whole lesbian subculture. There's a strong one at Berkeley, women who love women and don't feel that they have to cover it up. I did a lot of things that still make me shivery when I remember them. But it all went sour. Melissa dropped out of school and just vanished, I still have no idea what ever happened to her. She always talked about Mexico and Kashmir and faraway places. I hope she went there and found what she was looking for. Without her, well, I was lost, for such a long time. But I was in my paramedic training, and I could concentrate on that, and sometimes I used to cruise the places where my kind of women hung out. I'd always been shy and let Melissa take the lead. Without her, it wasn't the same. I tried it with men again, and sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. And then I met your Uncle Bill. He was the sweetest, most gentle man I'd ever encountered, and the first time we made love I was positive I could be cured of whatever sickness had taken hold of me when I was with Melissa. Bill and I lived together for almost a year, and we were so happy, so satisfied, sexually, personally. It was like a storybook romance. And finally, we decided that we should be married, because we were so much in love, and we got our degrees and moved out here. He had his printing business, and I got involved in the women's clinic, and – it happened."
"What happened?"
"A woman," she said. "She comes down from Boulder three days a week. A doctor. Her name is Karen and she – well, being around her at the clinic, just being near her, I felt the old desires returning to life inside me. Slow days, we'd drink coffee and talk, and all the while I'd be looking at her, wondering if her cunt would taste like honey, the way Melissa's did. It tore me apart, Elizabeth. I wanted her, and I knew I wanted her, and nothing seemed to matter except that lust, that desire."
I sighed. "I think I know how it feels," I offered. My hand settled on her sweat-moist thigh, squeezed reassuringly. "So you've been doing it with her, and that's…"
She shook her head. "No. No! I didn't. Not ever. God, I offered. I threw myself at her. But she's straight. Straight as can be. She was kind, yes, told me that she respected the offer but it just wasn't her scene. The only thing was, I couldn't get it out of my head. And everytime Bill offered to touch me, I just turned cold from head to foot and I – well, I think you know the rest."
"Yeah," I said. "Valiums put you to sleep and you can pretend there's no one else in bed with you, no one who has needs and desires of his own. It isn't fair to him, though, and I think you know it. He's a nice guy and a tremendous fuck, and you've hurt him a lot, Aunt Cheryl. Sorry I have to say it that way, but that's the truth of it, and I think you're as aware as I am."
Her eyes misted over and she nodded softly. I leaned in, kissed her lips.
"God," I added, "this is 1978! It isn't the middle ages! And we're all reasonably adult. Doesn't it seem to you that we could make some kind of arrangement?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked, but I didn't get a chance to answer. From outside, someone was calling my name. I slid off the bed and went to the window.
Kim was in the backyard, riding old Sorrel and leading old Duke. I'd almost forgotten that she was coming over today. Little things can slip past your memory when you're having fun. And I'd been having a lot of fun.
"Kim!" I called, leaning out the open window. I was naked to the ankles, though she could only see my tits hanging out the window. Her eyes lit up. "Come on in. First door on the right, top of the stairs. And hurry. I think you'll like what's waiting."
Aunt Cheryl got up. "What is this?" she said, grabbing for her shirt and slacks.
"Put them down," I said. "It's only Kim. And you should be grateful to Kim, because she's the one who showed me the ins and outs of what we just did."
"Kim?" Aunt Cheryl said. "Kim Barton? From the other side of the ridge?" About four heartbeats later the bedroom door opened and there stood Kim, Kim Barton, from the other side of the ridge, Colorado by adoption and totally feminine in her snug-fitting shirt and tight-ass jeans.
"Oh," said Aunt Cheryl, sitting back down on the bed.
"Hi," I told Kim. "I'm sure you know my Aunt Cheryl, but did you know that she seems to enjoy some of the same kind of fun we do?"
Aunt Cheryl's head was turned away. "You're kidding?" Kim said, closing the door behind her. I leaned against the wall, my nipples still rigid, my body glistening from the sex my aunt and I had shared. "You're not kidding," Kim said. "I can smell it."
"This," I told Aunt Cheryl, "is what you've been missing. All the time she's been across the ridge and ready to play. Shall we make up for some lost time, or is the guilt complex starting to work on you again?" Aunt Cheryl looked at me, then at Kim. She sighed. And then she smiled. It was a hopeful smile, and a damned good sign. "Let's play," I added.
If there was one thing you could say for Kim Barton, or Khiehm Bao Thung, it was that her slender, lithe body didn't need the slightest support of underwear. If there was a second thing you could say for, her, it was that she never bothered with the stuff. She unbuttoned her shirt, standing by the closed bedroom door, and I heard Aunt Cheryl sigh throatily at the first sight of Kim's apple-sized tits and their dark, stiff nipples. The door was a very symbolic touch, as touches went. We were locked into our own private world, behind that closed door, just the three of us now, where it had been the two of us, and I couldn't think of anyone better suited to be part of what Aunt Cheryl and I had begun.
Kim slicked out of her jeans and boots, and she was totally naked, totally desirable. My throat was full of a big gulp as she stood there, showing off her ivory-colored body and all its lissome availability. And then, I looked at Aunt Cheryl, and I could have sworn she had died and gone to heaven within the last couple of minutes. She stared at Kim and said, "You, too?" Kim smiled, nodded, started to amble toward the bed, walking like the cowgirl she was.
Her stride was slow and easy, her legs slightly bowed. Her nipples got harder with each step she took and so did Aunt Cheryl's. I looked down at my own tits, and they were doing pretty nicely too. I clutched my boobs, squeezed them, and watched Kim and Aunt Cheryl come together.
Aunt Cheryl stood up as Kim approached the bed. She was almost a foot taller than Kim. She had to look down at the delicate Oriental girl, but she was ready. I knew all about ready, and Aunt Cheryl was. God!
Kim put her hands on Aunt Cheryl's shoulders, then she lifted up on tiptoes and kissed my aunt on the mouth. It was a long kiss and, watching them from the window, I could almost feel it too, could almost feel myself a part of it, their wet ready lips glued to my own. I rubbed my mouth, licked my lips, cupped my tits and squeezed them hard. Aunt Cheryl had given me a nice friendly workout, but once you've raised a sex urge in your body, it's hard as hell to quench it. No matter how much you get, you want more. But I didn't move to join them, I just, stood watching, breathing harder as their kiss lingered and lasted. Aunt Cheryl's hands moved down Kim's smooth back, finally cupping the small but very firm buttocks, lifting the young girl, oozing tightly against her body.
They came apart, finally, both of them gasping a little. "I thought everyone in the valley knew everyone else's business," Kim said with a twinkle, "but I never even suspected that you shared some of my private delights." She was standing on her soles again, gently touching Aunt Cheryl's tits, rubbing until the nipples stood up. To be frank, it didn't take much rubbing. Aunt Cheryl hadn't turned off any more than I had. "Your tits are gorgeous," Kim said. "Is it all right to suck them?"
I laughed out loud. "Since when did you ask permission?" I wanted to know. Kim looked at me, her eyes inscrutable. And then she smiled, and I could read her mind as easily as if the front half of her skull had been sliced away. "Go ahead," I told her. "And while you're doing it, just think of all the time you've wasted. She's been here and ready, as long as you've been neighbors."
"Yes," Aunt Cheryl said in a voice little more than a whisper. "Yes, all the time." She cupped Kim's cheeks and turned the Vietnamese girl's face upward. "I used to watch you on your horse, so graceful, so beautiful, and it would make me ache because I wanted to do things to you, for you, but I was afraid, I didn't think you'd understand, I was scared of what might happen…"
"This is what would have happened," Kim replied softly. She cupped Aunt Cheryl's boobs, leaned over, and began to suck at the stiff brown nipples. From time to time she let her tongue glide around the edges of the areola, where the large brown circles formed on the white flesh of Aunt Cheryl's titty ends.
My aunt closed her eyes and her head leaned back, the long brown hair swishing on her shoulders and backbone and she said, "Ahhhhhhh…"
Kim's hand slid down into Aunt Cheryl's fuzzy beaver and she didn't waste a second, locating the puffy, prominent labes, working a finger into the cleft between them. Aunt Cheryl made a whooshing sound between pursed lips and her head shook. Kim's mouth was full of a sweet, straining nipple, and my new friend's cheeks were drawn in tightly as she sucked passionately. I saw her finger move jerkily in Aunt Cheryl's crotch, but I knew from personal experience that there was nothing jerky or awkward in what she was doing, that her finger was giving Aunt Cheryl's pussy twenty kinds of hell and forty kinds of delight. If I needed proof, I saw it in the way Aunt Cheryl pushed her titty into Kim's mouth, moaning, "suck me, eat me, love me, oh, God, do it all!"
"She can," I said softly, by the window. "And she will if you just give her half a chance."
I watched, and I wanted to join in, but I thought, no, Elizabeth, this time it's for them. You had your fun, and you showed Aunt Cheryl you could be as cool as she was, and now it's time for her to find out about Kim. Too many cocks spoil the broth, and this broth is simmering to perfection.
I thought about Aunt Cheryl and the story she'd told me. Well, okay. So she'd been hooked on a girl when she was young and impressionable. If I'd been pretty when I was a young teen, I might have been at least a closet bisexual long before now. Only my late blossoming had kept me on the straight and narrow as long as I'd been there. But the girl/girl stuff faded, and she found Uncle Bill, and everything was going fine until she got hooked all over again, on a woman who had no intention of being dyked, even by someone like Aunt Cheryl. Mmmm, I thought, recalling the hot, excited body that had wrestled with mine on the bed, that lady doctor must have had silt for brains!
But that wasn't all, of it. I could read Aunt Cheryl so much clearer; it seemed, than she could read herself. Because of the attraction she'd felt for that lady doctor, Karen-something, I think her name had been, because of what she felt were stirrings of the old lesbian emotions, she was having all kinds of doubts about her own sexual orientation. And Uncle Bill was paying at least half the price. Sure, Aunt Cheryl was troubled, but what was she doing to her husband in the process? How hard, honestly, had it been for me to get at his dick? Not very, though his dick came up hard as a brick and twice as pleasurable for me. He needed it, as much as I did, and we'd done a good job of satisfying each other's needs.
I suppose we could have gone an that way the whole time I was here with them, me and Uncle Bill fucking on the side whenever we got a chance. But it seemed so foolish, especially after Kim had raised the bisexual side of my consciousness. Like, I knew that I dug it with men! I liked a cock digging its way into my twat, fucking like mad, me writhing and straining in reply, both of us dying for the moment when our juices would mingle deep inside me. But it could be so delicious with a woman, too, soft body on soft body, tongues and fingers and gentle but sexy hands playing delightful tunes in all the places where a woman's being was full of music. And Aunt Cheryl was trying to put herself into an either/or bracket, you know? Either I fuck men or I fuck women. No in-between. I wasn't finished with her yet.
Neither, I noticed, was Kim. My young friend had Aunt Cheryl on the bed now, her head buried between my aunt's legs. Cheryl's knees were up, trapping Kim's head in a place Kim obviously had no intention of leaving soon, and she made the same kind of greedy slurping noises she'd made while sucking my pussy. Aunt Cheryl? She was moaning, of course, and I knew that Kim was doing it better than I had.
Why not? Kim had a lot more experience. Aunt Cheryl's was only the second cunt I'd ever eaten. How many did this make for Kim? I had no idea, but she had long since lost her lesbian cherry and the sounds that seeped from Aunt Cheryl's gasping mouth showed that Kim's loss of sexual innocence was exactly what the doctor had ordered in this case.
I walked a couple of steps closer, and I could smell the tart, cunty aroma of Aunt Cheryl. Kim's legs hung over the edge of the bed. I touched her firm, springy ass. Her legs separated a bit, and my finger slid into her crack, over the tight red bud of her asshole. How would she feel if I jabbed my finger up her anus while she was blowing Aunt Cheryl? I knew how I'd feel, but still, there was a lingering hesitancy. I'd had my chance with Aunt Cheryl, done a good job too, and now it was Kim's turn. Let them play out their hand, and then maybe I'd make it a threesome.
Still, I couldn't resist the impulse to let my finger slide onto Kim's pussy bun from the rear. Her tight little lips were greasy with lust and I smoothed that juice onto the soft flesh, dampening the thin fringe of hair that grew alongside her tight gash. She twitched and stirred, and her pussy was hot and exciting to the touch. I couldn't tell my finger not to slip inside her, just for a second, you know, enough to tickle the slippery pink of her vulva and rub a loving pattern around her little clit. But I jerked loose and I heard Kim sigh into Aunt Cheryl's pussy. I just stepped back, breathing a little harder as I watched them both getting into it.
It was something really exciting for both of them, and I could see how Aunt Cheryl's lips were working, her tongue shooting out now and then, as if she had Kim's pussy above her face and their sweet bodies locked in a 69 of passion. Both of them had strong girl/girl backgrounds, and maybe for them, this was the real focus of their sexuality. As far as I was concerned, it was a delicious diversion, but not something I'd want to commit my entire life to. But I knew Kim could do it with a guy if she wanted to, and I was damned sure Aunt Cheryl could too, if only she'd admit it to herself. How, though, could I make her admit it? There was the problem.
Down below, Uncle Bill was getting out of the VW. He looked at the two horses grazing in the back yard. "Hey," I said in a light voice, and he looked up. "Why don't you come up and see me sometime?" I added, thrusting out my hand, the middle finger upraised and wiggling an invitation.
"You're crazy," he said. "You're absolutely crazy."
"You think I'm crazy," I said, leaning out the window so he could see that I was naked, "you ought to see what's going on up here. Come on up to the bedroom, Uncle Bill," I added. "Many of your wildest fantasies might get, themselves fulfilled."