"Aw, come on, Katherine, all I'm asking for is a date. It's not like I wanted anything more," said Martin, almost pleading. He couldn't understand what was wrong with the girl. For the past week, she had been distant and acted as if he was going to rape her at any second.
The thought had occurred to the man, but he had decided it would be a lot more fun if she would cooperate. Screwing wasn't his sole reason for wanting to be with her. But the way she was acting, it might as well have been.
"I want to see you. What say I pick you up around seven and we can… What's wrong, Katherine?" he asked, exasperated. Women could be such a pain in the as at times.
"Nothing."
"Say more than one word at a time. Tell me. I'm supposed to be your guy. I'm supposed to be the one you can come to if you've got problems. Is it work?" He looked around the deserted department and asked: "Is it that there aren't all that many customers and the boss is blaming you? Goddamn it!" he yelled. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Martin. I just don't want to go out with you tonight. Maybe some other time."
"Is it that time of month or something?" he asked, searching for some clue to the teenager's strange behavior. Before, she had always been eager to go out. This was the second time in two days that she had turned him down. Maybe her period was messing over her mind. Maybe, but he had begun to doubt it.
"No, nothing like that. I just want to be alone." The girl floundered for the proper words. How could she tell Martin what was going on inside her head without really insulting him?
She couldn't.
No matter how she worked it all over, she couldn't do it. The way she had been treated at her job was terrible. Bennett came around pinching asses and fondling tits all the day long. She had seen him come up behind Anne, hike the woman's skirts and pull down her panties and fuck her behind the counter. A quickie, he'd called it.
Rape was more like it, from Katherine's point of view. But she had asked Anne why she'd put up with it. It was just as she'd thought. If the woman didn't allow Bennett to do what he wanted, when he wanted, she would be fired. Not on a pretext of not fucking, but because she had come in late for work once or he didn't think she was working hard enough. With too many people looking for too few jobs and inflation tearing everyone's budget apart, they had to put up with a lot of shit to keep their jobs.
Katherine was lucky. Since she had been required to strip before the barely seen man, Bennett had left her alone. She had the feeling, however, that he was savoring her like a fine wine. He was drinking in her beauty with his eyes and preparing himself for the day when he really sampled her charms.
She didn't think her precious virginity would last too much longer.
Men! She hated them all. They were all like Bennett. Even Martin. He was a little better, but fucking was all that he had on his mind. They were all the same and she refused to go out with her boyfriend because of that.
Martin stamped off, mad. She watched him go, her heart hammering hard in her chest. She felt her tit actually shake under each impact of her beating heart, but it was no good. She couldn't even raise her voice enough to call him back.
"A fight with him?" asked Anne.
"No, nothing like that. It's just that I don't want to see anyone. No men, at least. Not right now. I've got so much thinking to do, so much to get clear in my head."
"I think I understand," said Anne, moving closer to her friend. A soothing hand rested on top of the girl's. "Bennett's got you all bent out of shape, doesn't he? You can't stand the sight of any man because of what he's doing to you."
"I guess that's right," Katherine admitted. She found it hard even to talk to Anne – and Anne was putting up with the same crap that she was.
"What has he made you do? He comes around and fucks me about three times a week, I'd guess he would be exhausted, but I hear from the other clerks that he screws them regularly, too."
"He doesn't do that to me, at least," she sighed. She almost wished he would and get the suspense over with. The sight of the man coming down the aisle made Katherine tense up. Would this be the time that he ordered her to get her skirts hiked up and those tender thighs of hers parted for his hard prick? Would this be the time he popped her cherry and fucked her? The strain of not knowing was driving her out of her mind.
"I guess he's saving you for something special. I heard you put on one hell of a show for that guy last week. A real striptease, from the sound of it. You sure have the body for something like that," the woman said, her eyes drinking in the teenager's trim curves.
Katherine smiled. "Thanks, but you're just saying that. You're the one with the real body. I bet all the men chase after you."
"Can't stand men," the other woman confided. "Always have hated the bastards. So many of them are like Bennett. You, you're not the same, are you?"
The gleam in the woman's eye should have told Katherine what she really meant. She missed that – and the added pressure on top of her hand.
"No, I don't guess so. But I'm getting that way. You saw the way I was nasty to Martin. He's a good guy, really. I don't know if I love him, but he's good and kind and exciting to be with, if you know what I mean."
"He turns you on."
"Yeah," she said, remembering back to when he'd eaten her out in the elevator. Then her mind worked forward a little in time, and she remembered the degradation Bennett had inflicted on her as he'd fucked her butt. What thrill there had been with Martin was lost in the shame of having a man's cock reaming out her ass.
"Ever thought you might turn on women, too?" Anne's hand moved to Katherine's waist and stroked along the line of her skirt. The hand came to rest on the girl's spine. "And you might get turned on by them," she added, almost under her breath.
Katherine turned, surprised. She knew then what the woman was telling her. "I… no! I don't swing that way. I'm strictly a girl for some guys. I've never made it with a chick." She looked into Anne's shining green eyes. The redhead moved a little closer, the tips of her boobs brushing lightly against Katherine's.
The touch of tit to tit was electric. The teenager couldn't explain what happened to her, but all of her frustrations with men were forgotten. She felt herself being drawn toward Anne in a way that was wrong. Women didn't have other women as lovers.
And why not? She couldn't think of a good reason at that instant. The attraction between them was intense and she felt it fully. There wasn't the sordid, dirty feeling that she experienced whenever Bennett walked by. And she was beginning to feel that way with all men. But not with Anne.
"I… I don't know what's happening, Anne. I find myself thinking thoughts that I shouldn't be thinking at all."
She felt the redhead's hand work lower on her body. The hand cupped her left buttock and squeezed playfully. She moved an inch closer and knew she was lost in a forbidden land of sexual desires.
"Let's go into the storeroom. There aren't any customers and if any come, one of the clerks from the other department can handle them."
"Okay." Katherine wanted to say no, but her lips wouldn't form the word – she was going along with this request for lesbian lovemaking. She was going to offer her body to another woman!
Somehow, she wasn't as repulsed by the idea as she'd thought she would be. Men wanted one thing and one thing only – to stuff their pricks all the way up a juicy cunt and fuck like hell. That was all. What did another woman want of her body?
Not her cherry, that was for certain. Katherine found herself getting wet in the pussy just thinking about how it might be.
"What are we going to do?" she asked as they went into the storeroom and locked the door from the inside. "I've never done anything like this before."
"You're a woman. I'm a woman. We both know what turns us on the most. Use that knowledge to turn me on and I'll turn you on, too!"
The way Anne's hands moved gently, soothingly over her arms made Katherine relax a little. There wasn't the harsh, driving electricity that was when a man caressed her. This was more subtle, gentler and infinitely more exciting because of it.
Anne carefully undressed Katherine until the girl stood stark naked before her. The way the woman's eyes widened in appreciation made Katherine glow all aver.
A man – any man – would get turned on by the sight of her naked body. It was a special thing that another woman would be aroused by it. After all, if she dug naked bodies on women, she could look in a mirror.
Anne's mouth closed on Katherine's. For a moment, the teenager resisted. She soon melted and relaxed. The other woman's tongue immediately thrust into her mouth, their saliva's mixing like fine wines. Katherine felt a growing urgency inside her. She had to devour the other woman. It was something she didn't even try to understand. She just did it.
Her tongue met Anne's. But this wasn't enough for the young girl. The driving needs raging inside her body demanded ever more of the other woman's body. Hands flashed out and started undressing Anne, slowly, sensually, using all the right moves, the moves she loved having used on her.
By the time the other woman was stripped naked, they were both panting in stark lust.
"I've wanted you since the very first day," panted Anne, her tongue slowly moving around the rim of Katherine's ear. The girl tensed and shoved her body closer to the other woman's. The feel of the hot breath in her ear and the thrusting of the tongue turned her on more than she really wanted to admit.
Somehow, Anne knew that the skin around the girl's neck was extra sensitive. Her rough, pink, probing tongue stroked and stimulated every square inch of that tender terrain. By the time she had gotten down to the hollow of Katherine's throat, the teenager felt her legs drifting apart in wanton invitation for even wore mouth love.
She wanted her cunt eaten out.
Anne's rough tongue dragged down between the shivering breasts but did not linger. Katherine's excitement mounted. A man would have tongued those boobs until his jaws ached thinking the fleshy part was sensitive. Only the nipples were responsive to a real sucking. And Anne recognized the fact that Katherine didn't need any more stimulation there, that she was ready for the heavy stuff.
"Oh, yes, Anne, eat my pussy! Lick all over my cunt and eat me out as good as you can!"
"No," the woman said. "We don't do anything unless both of us do it." She quickly spun around, their legs tangling in an array that momentarily confused Katherine. Then she saw what the other woman had in mind.
Their legs scissored together, their crotches erotically touching. The slightest back and forth motion dragged pussy against pussy. And Anne did just that. Somehow, she made her cunt lips flutter and open to lewdly kiss Katherine's. The younger girl felt a surge of desire such as she'd never experienced before in her life.
This was living! This had to be better than having a man stuff his prick all the way up her twat!
And it didn't end there. Anne trapped her slender ankle and pulled it into her chest. Ankle resting firmly between the tits, Anne started to lick and suck at Katherine's toes.
The girl started to complain, to say how silly that was. Then she came.
There was no real sexual tension mounting inside her. A quick jerk and she was moaning and thrashing about on the floor. The feeling of the other woman sucking on her toes was unique. And she got off on it again.
She tried to make herself think it was having her pussy pressed so intimately against Anne's juicy cunt. Or perhaps the idea of having her foot between the other woman's boobs did it, or any of a hundred other things. They might have contributed, but the sucking on her toes did set her off. Big.
"Wh-what happened?" she asked humbly, "I came!"
"Sure you did. Ever notice when you climax that your toes curl up? It works the other way, too. A good sucking on the toes will set you off. Don't ask me why. That's just the way it is. Try mine!"
Katherine ground her pussy firmly into Anne's and pulled hard on the leg pressing need fully between her tits. The feel of that foot sent needles of desire lancing down into her chest. And this gave her an idea for returning the sweet sensation of orgasm to her friend and lover.
As she began sucking on Anne's toes, licking along them, driving her agile tongue between each and every toe, she used her own toes in a different manner. She managed to work her foot until she could curl her toes on the other woman's nipples. Squeezing and tweaking with her toes was difficult, but from the way Anne tensed, she was responding.
"Ummm, God, I never felt this before," the other woman moaned. "I knew you were a natural, Katherine. Keep doing it to me! And don't stop moving those hips of yours against my cunt! The pussy lips are on fire!"
Katherine had her mouth filled with curling toes. She ran her tongue along the underside of the toe-ridge again and then licked across the sole of the foot. This set off Anne in a jerking, quivering orgasm.
She lost her toe-grip on the other woman's tits. Not that it mattered. She was still able to hang on and pull tightly, grinding crotch to crotch. She felt her pussy become soaked with cunt juice. But was it her own pussy juice or Anne's? And did it really matter?
Their pussies were slippery now and glided across each other. She twisted and turned and managed to get her cunt lips parted enough to engulf Anne's. Then she tensed. She had heard all her girl friends' stories in high school how they could do strange and wonderful things to their boyfriends' cocks by tensing and relaxing their cuntal muscles.
Anne used her cunt lips to lightly flutter and torment. Katherine had discovered the secret of boldly pressing down with intense, loving force. She clamped her labia around the other woman's and then they both soared on the winds of divine orgasm.
"Aieeeee!"
She couldn't tell if the cry of desire came from her own lips or from Anne's. Their bodies merged as one, their reactions mingled and they were lost in the paradise of each other.
Not content with this, Katherine began using her other foot to stroke up and down Anne's back. With her toes, she traced out each and every bone in her spine. By the time she came to the flaring ass, she knew exactly what she was going to do.
"Roll onto your side," Katherine commanded. She had been the novice at this illicit love. Now she was the one innovating and giving them both even more enjoyment than either thought possible.
Anne obediently obeyed. And felt the other girl's foot parting the thick, meaty slabs of her asscheeks. Anne convulsed in orgasm as Katherine's probing toe found her asshole. The big toe wiggled in and started working around in the tight ring of anal muscle.
She started butt fucking the woman with her toe. It drove Anne wild with pleasure and set up a shock wave of lust in Katherine's body. Anne came again and then moved away. Even the grip on her leg didn't hold her in position.
"That was super, Katherine," the other woman panted harshly. "And I want to give it all to you in return." She dove between Katherine's tapering legs and parted her thighs, pressing her face into the teenager's auburn bush. The lashing tongue worked miracles on her cunt lips, setting the girl off repeatedly.
And then she felt that tongue leave her cunt hole and work down her body toward her asshole.
"No, Anne, no, not there! Not like this!" She cried out but the other woman didn't hear her. Anne's mouth kissed and licked and sucked to the asshole. Her tongue flashed out and drove mercilessly into Katherine's asshole.
Katherine came. The wracking shudders of orgasm smashed her tender young body and made her shiver like she was freezing to death. Her muscles locked for a moment and she shook all over, then she drifted down. She could feel every single inch of that fucking tongue working its way up into her asshole.
The teenager felt nothing but revulsion in the midst of such great physical pleasure, she felt terror and even horror at having the other woman use her tongue on the same hole that Bennett had fucked with his cock.
She tried to pull away from Anne's eager mouth, but the woman thought she was getting tensed up for another come. Fingers like iron hands clamped on Katherine's legs and held her firmly. The tongue surged and reamed out her asshole until she felt weak and drained.
Only after she had gotten off a final time did Anne release her. For a moment, they both looked at each other. Anne might have sensed something was wrong, but she said nothing about that. Her only comment was, "That was super, Katherine. You're a natural."
Anne didn't hear her teenaged lesbian partner mutter, "More like unnatural. God, what have I done!"