Well, that was certainly odd, Julie thought. After what Brad had said last night about the Dean of Craven not being interested in the investigation he proposed, he now said that he was going to meet with the dean after evening prayers to talk about it. She honestly didn't care. Brad had turned into some kind of a beast last night and she wasn't anxious to face her husband. Not only had he practically raped her and acted like some kind of a monster, he had failed to bring her to climax!
In spite of being a religious woman, Julie read all the latest magazines and she knew that she was not just supposed to be a receptacle for a man. She was supposed to get some kind of joy from sex too. She was owed an orgasm! Trouble was that she was too shy to discuss the matter with Brad and he seemed to treat sex as some kind of mechanical release for himself. Sometimes she just felt like throwing in the towel. Is this what life is all about? Thirteen years of marriage with her minister husband and she still didn't enjoy sex. Of course, she had Janice, her sweet daughter but somehow it seemed that she should have more fulfillment as a human being. She couldn't live vicariously through her daughter and her husband for much longer, Julie admitted to herself. She was bored! Her marriage was boring! Her life was boring!
Dispiritedly, the minister's wife picked up one of the latest magazines and turned to an article on female fulfillment. Fat lot of good it's going to do to read about it, she thought bitterly. She was just flipping the page of the article when the telephone rang. She reached for the receiver wondering if it was Janice telling her she was going to be home late.
"Hello," came a throaty voice on the other end. It was remotely familiar to her and she wracked her brain trying to think who it was. Even when the voice said. "My dear, this is Arlene."
Even that didn't ring a bell. Arlene who?
"Arlene Lowell."
"Arlene Lowell."
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, for them to make sense. And then Julie breathed into the telephone. "Mrs. Lowell, sorry I didn't recognize your voice at first."
"Call me Arlene for God's sake. I was wondering if you might be free this evening. We really haven't had much time to get to know each other and I thought we might have dinner tonight."
Arlene Lowell? Julie scratched her head. Why on earth has she chosen to call this night? Although the minister and his wife had only been in town for a month they had already heard the rumors about Arlene. She was always off somewhere with some man that certainly was not her husband, Dean Lowell. In fact, Julie had only met Arlene once for a few minutes when she had gone over to Craven to pick up Brad. They hardly seemed to be kindred spirits and she couldn't imagine why this flashy woman was calling her. She had the distinct impression that she was not in the same league as Arlene Lowell. On their meeting the wife of the dean had been cool and Julie had detected a bit of condescension in her voice when she was introduced as the chaplain's wife. But now she was being asked to have dinner with her. Odd, she thought. Extremely odd!
Well, Julie, thought defiantly, I'm miserable sitting around here feeling sorry for myself. Maybe a night with Arlene is just what I need to perk up my spirits. At least it will be something different for a change to get me out of my rut.
"Why, yes, Arlene. That would be very nice."
"Terrific, my dear. Can you pick me up? My car is in the garage."
"Sure, Arlene. Where do you want to have dinner?"
"Well, we'll have drinks here first and then I know a rather exclusive club where we could go. We won't have to make a reservation either. I hate waiting for restaurant service, don't you?"
"Uh… yes…" Julie agreed without knowing why. Then she said a little more positively. "I'd like to do something different. I'm sick of cooking and eating the same things."
"They have lots of different things to eat at this club," Arlene promised. "Why don't you pick me up in about an hour. You don't have to get all dressed up. It's quite casual, Julie."
"Fine, see you in about an hour. Bye."
Once she had cradled the receiver, Julie raced to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes and stepped beneath the warm spray of the shower. She soaped her smooth, white shoulders, the firm, full mounds of her wide-set breasts. Then she devoted her attention to the little triangle of hair at the base of her belly, the fleshy lips of her vagina below it, the narrow crevice between her buttocks. She began to hum as she rinsed the froth of suds from her body, and she stepped from the shower to towel herself dry.
She glanced at herself in the mirror… at her tiny waist, her lush ripe breasts, her flaring hips and full thighs. At least she hadn't lost her figure, she thought. It was as perfect as her thirteen year old daughter's, only a little riper.
Feeling better than she had in weeks, like she was embarking on some kind of adventure, she began to sing quite loudly, pulling on her panties, her panty hose, leaning over to encase the two mounds of her breasts in her flimsy bra. She adjusted the straps and hooked it behind her, and then slipped her dress over her head. She zipped it up the back, admiring herself in the mirror. Blue was always my color, she thought, smoothing down the silky feeling skirt. Then she found her handbag and a pair of matching sandals and grabbed her car keys. This is the first time I have been out by myself in ages, she realized. I don't even have any friends. Suddenly, she felt very excited about the evening ahead. A friend at last! A woman to do things with… have dinner and talk things over with! Maybe her life would change its course tonight!
A few minutes later, she was knocking at the door of the Lowell's imposing house on the other side of the Craven campus. Arlene answered the door and invited her in.
The blonde minister's wife stepped inside, and was led into a huge living room with French doors leading to a patio surrounded by a Japanese garden. In the living room were cut flowers in silver bowls and there was a general white theme running through the room. The sofa was white, the walls were white and the only splashes of color were the flowers and the green plants that were everywhere.
"Sit down, my dear," Arlene said indicating a place on the expensive looking sofa. "Take a load off your feet and let's get to know each other. We've never really had the opportunity to talk so I want to hear all about you. Are you happy here in town?"
"Yes," Julie answered not too enthusiastically. She settled herself on the edge of the sofa, feeling slightly uncomfortable. She accepted the drink the dean's wife handed her and sipped slowly at it. I mustn't drink too much, she thought. I've never been able to hold it very well.
She watched as Arlene Lowell chattered brightly and kept pouring herself drinks from the cocktail shaker. My God, this woman must have a hollow leg, Julie thought. I hope I'm not supposed to be keeping up with her. She wanted to though. She didn't want this sophisticated woman to think she was a prudey little minister's wife, unsophisticated and not socially aware. "Are you getting hungry, Arlene?" she asked, hopefully thinking this would give her a chance to slow down the drinking.
Arlene shook her head. "Not really," she said. She refilled her glass again and lifted it. "Here's to you, my dear," she toasted the minister's wife.
"At the risk of being a bore," Julie said, trying to be amusing. "I'm positively ravenous. I skipped lunch today and I could now quite comfortably eat a horse. Can we start making our way over to that exclusive club you talked about?"
"Okay let's just have another drink, shall we Julie?" Arlene said persuasively.
Julie was beginning to feel a little tipsy and she was driving. Well, maybe just one more. Amazingly enough, Arlene looked fresh as a daisy. The martinis didn't seem to be affecting her at all.
Finally, they finished their drinks and Julie struggled to regain her composure. She felt bombed out of her skull but on no account did she want to appear that way to Arlene Lowell who was the picture of polished sophistication. The minister's wife swayed slightly, walking to the car, and almost stumbled when she got there, but managed to climb into the driver's seat without mishap. She started the motor and backed out of the driveway. "Where to, Arlene?"
"Left at the corner and then right at the lights."
Neither of the women said anything on the way. It seemed ages before Arlene said. "Pull over by the trees… by those gates over on the left…"
Julie pulled up before the old estate which was all lit up. She vaguely thought she recognized it as the old School Board offices. Wasn't that where Bradley told her these supposed orgies were taking place? Didn't he say that some of the members of the school district were bringing young students from Craven here for lewd purposes? That didn't make sense at all to the minister's wife. If that were the case why would Arlene refer to this place as a private club and suggest that they have dinner here? Oh, none of it made any sense but maybe it was the unaccustomed alcohol that was making everything so confusing. She was just going to leave everything to Arlene, her new friend. She knew her way around and Julie was just as glad to have her to chart the course of their evening.
She slid from the car and followed Arlene to the large old building. It was a fine old Victorian house that had been completely restored. At one point the actual offices of the school district had been located here complete with the dusty old chalk boards and wooden desks but now the rooms had been restored to their formal splendor. All the rooms had high ceilings and most of them had fireplaces. The dining room and kitchen had been remodeled into a small restaurant and down the hall was a small sitting room. Arlene rang a bell and a man she called Jud appeared with an ice bucket with two bottles of champagne.
Jud popped the cork and poured the two women more drinks. Julie was really hungry now and she wondered how long it was going to be before she would be able to order dinner. Arlene seemed to have completely forgotten about food.
Julie's head was beginning to whiz around, she was beginning to feel more than just a little drunk. She found it hard to concentrate on the conversation, found her thoughts wandering much of the time, usually to wonder what she was doing here with Arlene Lowell.
Her face felt quite hot now and when she looked in the mirror over the fireplace she saw that her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes looked a little wonky too, and it occurred to her that she was more than slightly drunk. She couldn't remember being drunk in her entire life before except she had been tipsy one New Year's Eve. Bradley had been furious with her asking her how would it look to have the minister's wife completely drunk and making a fool of herself. That was just the trouble, Julie thought, Brad cares more about how I make him look rather than how I feel about myself, she thought bitterly.
The blonde chaplain's wife closed her eyes, wishing the spinning in her head would stop. Arlene seemed to be swaying back and forth in front of her and slipping out of focus, although Julie could see that the sophisticated dean's wife was sitting up, thoroughly composed beside her on the sofa.
She was startled when Mrs. Lowell reached out her hand and stroked her bare arm, gently, almost casually, just as startled to hear her say, "I don't want to appear like I'm prying, Julie, but you and the chaplain aren't very happy, are you?"
Julie's mind went back to the terrible scene the other night, when Brad had nearly raped her. How had Arlene known about that? Maybe she was just perceptive. She probably was not referring to anything specific. It didn't seem to matter how she knew. What was important was that another woman, her new friend, understood so completely her own feelings, even though she, herself, had not really accepted them until now. She heard her throaty voice as she probed further into Julie's thoughts. "You're wondering how I know that, aren't you, darling?"
"Well… uh… yes I am," Julie replied.
"I'll tell you. It's obvious. I could see that you were a vulnerable little doe and I could sense that you had been hurt. That you were suffering… and I wanted to do something for you, to soothe you and comfort you. And that's why I invited you out tonight." The voice seemed to come closer wrapping itself in a cocoon around the minister's wife as Arlene shifted her position on the sofa beside her, sliding nearer, so that their thighs touched.
The gentle stroking continued, briefly, then stopped as Arlene slid her hand up over Julie's shoulder, trailed it gently, almost lovingly across her face, then down over her throat, slipping it down into the front of her dress. "Have you ever wondered, darling, what it would be like to have a woman that understands your body. A woman that could know exactly what excites you… doing wonderful things to your body…"
"Oh no…" Julie stammered… "our religion… oh no… that's a terrible sin… worse even than adultery…"
Arlene laughed the condescending laughter that Julie feared from this sophisticated beauty. "How quaint you are, Julie. But unfortunately I don't buy your naivete. I see what a sensual vibrant woman you are and I know you must have wondered what it was like!"
She gave Julie a sweet, knowing little smile, and then her fingertips edged beneath the sheer confining fabric of Julie's brassiere, ran teasingly over the smooth resilient flesh of her firm, white breast. "See what I mean, angel. Doesn't it feel wonderful?" she whispered in her ear.
Julie shrank back in revulsion. This was sin of the lowest order! What would her husband think? No one had ever touched her in this way except him and now a woman was doing it! She could think of nothing more obscene, nothing more sinfully depraved.
And yet a little thrill of erotic pleasure such as the minister's wife had never known before seemed to tiptoe up her spine. At the same time her head seemed to swim in helpless confusion. This was wicked and evil… as evil as anything could possibly be. But she felt soothed and comforted as she had never been before. This woman was right. She did know what turned her on. What on earth was wrong with her?
She let her head fall back on Arlene's shoulder, resting it in the hollow of her neck, letting her cradle it between her shoulders and her chin. The slow, insistent stroking of her breast went on, and now Julie's doubts began to evaporate under the gentle touch of the other woman's fingers, teasing one throbbing nipple into a taut erection, then trailing lightly across her body to enfold, encompass the other, tease it, too, into hardness.
Strangely she was perversely delighted as Arlene's hand slipped lightly down over the gentle swelling of her belly, with a marvelous hint of what was yet to come. Instinctively, Julie crossed her legs, remembering all too vividly the cruel invasion of her ravished cunt such a short time before. She closed her eyes and then opened them as she realized that Arlene had drawn down the zipper of her blue dress and was easing it off her shoulders.
"Help me," she whispered to her. "Oh, help me, darling." Without a moment's hesitation, Julie did as she was asked. She had no idea why she did so, what it was that possessed her. She only knew that she felt strangely relaxed and peaceful, as if she were a small child again, protected by the comforting arms of this maternal figure. And just as she would obey her mother, so many years before, she now complied with Arlene's request, lifting her arms high above her head to let the other woman slip her dress off, and then helping, too, as she slid the straps of her slip down off her shoulders. And when Arlene reached around to unhook the straps of her bra, she sat motionless, to make it that much easier.
As the restricting garment fell from her, freeing her large, full breasts, Arlene cupped one in a strong but gentle hand, while with the other hand she tilted her chin up, raising her face to her own. Her full lips brushed the others as if in passing, while Julie trembled with a strange new excitement. And then she pressed them close against the other woman's flicking her tongue out expertly to part them, then darting it between them to find her tongue.
A little gasp of shocked delight escaped Julie as she felt the dean's wife's hands roaming over her body, and realized that she was once again toying with the clothes she still wore. There was the whisper of rustle of the sheer fabric as her nylon panties were drawn slowly down over her hips and thighs, and then, with a little shudder of wicked pleasure, she realized that she was completely stark naked.
Again, Arlene Lowell's head inclined toward her, dipped down to her lips, teased at the tiny bud of one nipple, and then she whispered, "Now, it's your turn, my darling. Your turn to help me."
Another thrill rippled deliciously through Julie mixed with a little warning signal as the words whirled through her alcohol blurred brain.
"No… I can't Arlene," she protested automatically.
But she didn't have any control. The drinks she had shared with the other woman had begun to strip her of all inhibitions, and she seemed unable to control her actions, in spite of her pricking conscience. As if they belonged to another human being, some remote creature she had never known, her fingers groped for the zipper on Arlene's skirt, and pulled it down, then found the pink buttons on her blouse, struggling with them until they came undone and the two soft mounds of her lush white breasts were exposed, barely enclosed within the narrow confines of her low cut bra.
"Let me help you with that," she whispered softly, amazed at the huskiness of her own voice and then she unhooked the clasps at the back, just as those of her own had been released.
Julie eased it off her new friend's body, while Arlene moaned, her gasps heavy and excited with sudden passion. Then, she reached out, and pulled the younger woman to her, pressing her own naked body up against hers. Her sharp-pointed breasts crushed against Julie's, their nipples meeting, as her hand moved down the soft, firm flesh of her stomach, then trailed to the patch of tangled silken strands that graced her pubic mound.
"Have you ever felt like this?" she crooned in her sensual, husky voice.
Julie shook her head. The room seemed to be whirling around her again, and she sought some way of steadying herself. Arlene seemed to sense her need, and held out her hand to her, passing it across her forehead that was covered with cold beads of perspiration. "Don't be frightened," she soothed. "I won't hurt you, my darling. I'll only make you feel more wonderful than you've ever felt in your life."
"I'm not scared," Julie assured the other woman. "Not in the least little bit." And she knew that that was the truth. She was uneasy, surely. Everything was so strange and so different for a minister's wife to be behaving like this. And she knew, deep in her heart that it was a sin. And yet she welcomed this perverted lesbianic assault against her naked flesh. Why? She couldn't fathom the reason. It was beyond her comprehension. She could only moan with pure pleasure as she submitted to an overpowering sexual stimulation.
"If you're not afraid of me, angel," Arlene whispered to her, "Help me a little bit more…"
Julie struggled to understand what she meant, and then it occurred to her that she alone was naked, that Arlene was still wearing her panties and panty hose. Of course, she'd help Arlene to get out of them. She'd done the same for her, hadn't she?
"Oh yes, I want to, Arlene," she said. She hooked her own hand into the thin waistband of the other's nylon panties, easing them down over her hips, just as Arlene had done to her before. In a moment the two women were stripped completely naked, and the older one was easing the minister's wife onto the couch on which they had been sitting, until her body was stretched out upon it.
Lying there, Julie closed her eyes again, and felt Arlene's body rubbing against her as she held her tight. The dean's wife clasped her curling thighs around Julie, while she moved slowly down on her until her own dark curly patch of pubic hair mingled with the sparse golden strands of the other.
A little perverted thrill rippled through her slim, quivering body, and then it was followed by a feeling of revulsion as she realized that Arlene was caressing her buttocks, ever so gently, and yet with determined effort. She parted the two soft mounds then, and as Julie gasped with an odd delight, teased a fingertip into the tiny puckered mouth of her tight little anus.
She moaned uncontrollably, then lay motionless on the sofa as Arlene trailed her moist lips down the length of her body, moving her head sideways to reach the trembling white flesh of her thighs. She began to kiss the tender skin there, while Julie quivered again under the maddening assault. She moaned again, while a strange wonderful excitement rippled through her.
Then her legs fell open, splaying out to hang limply over the edge of the couch. She lay still again, her whole body keyed to a tense, quivering excitement, and then she began to writhe as Arlene's lips wandered to the golden triangle up between her thighs that now tingled with a rising involuntary passion. It was sinful, wicked, and shameful… the minister's wife knew that well… and yet she was powerless to fend it off.
She groaned at the soft, moist laving of her own fleshy cunt lips, the gentle teasing motion as Arlene ran her tongue along the soft hair-lined slit of her pussy. Mother of God, but it was wonderful, she thought, and she lay back, welcoming the lewd wet tongue that parted her cuntal lips, then licked hotly at the moist orifice within it. Another thrill coursed over her body as the woman's tongue found the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, and teased it into a quivering erection. "Ummmmmm… oh… uuummmmmm!!!" the minister's wife groaned as the other woman's wet tongue lewdly parted her moist cuntal lips then licked hotly at her tiny hotly throbbing clitoris!
Her memory traveled back to her husband, and the horrible scene she had had when he almost raped her. She remembered how nothing it was when they made love. She had never had anything to compare with this… this ecstasy… Arlene had been right; it took another woman to understand a woman's body, to understand her needs and desires. No man could. And certainly not the Reverend Bradley Corman. For all the years they had been married, he had been incapable of arousing her body as she knew now it was capable of being aroused.
The horrendous thought flashed through her mind that there was something wrong with her. She was a pervert, perhaps. A lesbian! And the dean's wife must certainly be one… She was the one who had first stroked Julie's breasts, first made these lewd, unnatural advances to the unsuspecting other woman.
She tried to logically reason, her drink befuddled brain seizing on one fact after another, putting them together. She went over as analytically as she could in her emotionally charged state, the events leading up to this perverted assault upon her flesh. It couldn't be wrong, she finally decided. Something as wonderful as this could never be a sin, could it?