Each day of the following week, one and sometimes two letters arrived from Rick. Nancy's reaction was always the same. Taking the envelope in both her hands, she would stare at it for minutes on end. Then she would carry it into the bedroom and place it unopened on the dressing table.
At first Cindy didn't say anything about the letter or the fact that Nancy left than all unopened. If her cousin wanted her advice, she would ask for it. But as the pile grew, Cindy found it hard to restrain herself. She knew Nancy was unhappy about the situation with Rick and she was puzzled by her behavior. Finally she could restrain herself no longer.
"Nancy, what's the deal with these letters? They're addressed to you, ya know. Not the dead letter office."
"Well, they might as well be. I don't feel like opening them."
"Hey, what gives? They are from Rick, you know. You remember him? He's the guy you are married to and said you loved. The guy you wanted to straighten things out with. Don't tell me you are giving up on him?"
Nancy was silent for a long time, before answering. "Oh, Cindy, I'm so confused. I do love Rick, but I can't help thinking that this is just another of his temporary remissions. He does it all the time. First he's really awful, then he sweet-talks me into believing that he won't do it again. Then he goes out and gets drunk again. It's been happening just like clockwork lately. Besides, I know that if I read those letters, I'll turn to jelly again and give him another chance. I love him so, I just can't resist him. But I know he will disappoint me again. So why drive myself crazy by reading them?"
Nancy sat staring at the floor. There were tears in her voice as she spoke. Sensing that there was more on her mind, Cindy sat silently waiting. Nancy continued to study the carpet for some time before she spoke again.
"There's another reason too." Another long pause. "I'm not sure I deserve to have him back. I mean, I haven't exactly been an angel myself lately."
"Oh, Nancy, for heaven's sake! That's ridiculous. You haven't done anything so terrible. After all, you are a human being with normal human feelings and desires. And all this business with Rick has left you torn up and very vulnerable. You said yourself that Rick was probably seeing other women. Why do you have to be better than he is? You're setting up a no-win situation for yourself."
Still staring at the floor, Nancy was quietly crying. Tears rolled part way down her cheeks and dropped onto her bare legs.
Cindy didn't know what to do. Nancy's lack of response to any of her statements gave her no clues about what Nancy was thinking or how she felt about what the older girl had said. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, Cindy said nothing.
Finally Nancy stopped crying, got up, and went into the bathroom. After a long absence, she reappeared, looking much improved. She had washed her face, put on some make-up to hide her reddened nose, and applied eye drops to reduce the puffiness of her eyes. She seemed more cheerful.
"Hey, let's go do something. I want to get out of the apartment for a while. How about some tennis? I need to work off some of this nervous energy," she said.
After borrowing a racket from one of Cindy's neighbors, the two women walked toward the courts. As Cindy went to turn on the main lights, the blonde took a few practice lobs at the backboard. As Cindy entered the court, Nancy reached out and took her wrist.
"Look, it's not that I don't want your help," Nancy said. "I just need to sort things out. And please don't feel guilty about what happened with Lenny and Jim. Or between us. Maybe you're right about it, and I shouldn't feel guilty either. Anyway, nobody forced me to do anything, so it's up to me to come to terms with it. You have really been swell, and I appreciate your concern. Do you want to serve or shall I?"
Nancy took the service and played a spirited game. For a while she held her own, but her lack of recent practice was evident. By the end of the second set, she was tired and perspiring freely.
"You're out of shape," laughed Cindy. "You used to give me a real run for my money."
"Well, I haven't played much since I got married. You'll have to let me get some court time in, and then we'll have a re-match."
With arms locked around each other, the two cousins headed for Cindy's apartment. Both were sweaty, and their clothes clung to the delicious curves of their voluptuous bodies. Several men turned around to watch them pass, but the cousins were too engrossed in their conversation to notice. "Last one to the shower is a rotten egg," called Cindy as she broke away from Nancy and sprinted toward the apartment.
Reaching the door first, she paused to unlock it and stood aside as Nancy sped past her. Collapsing onto the edge of the bathtub, Nancy was alternately panting and laughing when Cindy raced in and threw herself onto the lid of the toilet. Both women laughed until their sides ached.
"You go ahead and shower first. I'll sit here and catch my breath," Cindy said.
As Nancy entered the shower, Cindy continued, "Remember how we used to bathe together when we were kids? And then when we grew older and got shy, one of us would sit on the toilet seat while the other bathed, and we would talk for hours about the boys we had crushes on. And wonder what sex was like."
"Yeah, and I remember being angry with you because you were older and still didn't know much more than I did. I thought it was your duty to find out about it so you could tell me."
"Let's pretend we're kids again," suggested Cindy as she parted the shower curtain and stepped into the tub with Nancy. "Give me the soap, and I'll do your back."
Cindy had already removed her clothes and pulled her hair out of the way with a couple of hair clips. She picked up a wash cloth and began to soap it with the bar that Nancy handed her. Starting with her cousins left shoulder, she began to scrub every inch of Nancy's milky white back. Only the faintest color indicated the time that they had spent by the pool and at the beach.
With firm circular strokes, Cindy worked her way down Nancy's slim back. Reaching Nancy's petite waist, she placed one hand on the hip bone at the waist as if to steady herself as she washed the woman's back. Gradually her strokes inched forward until she was massaging the sharp hip bone on the other side.
Steady streams of warm water coursed down Nancy's body, and she emitted an occasional sigh of pleasure at Cindy's soapy rubdown. Having reached the hips, Cindy used her fingertip to massage the underlying muscles.
Both women swayed back and forth with the pressure of her actions. Once she reached the top of Nancy's thighs, Cindy reversed directions and began a general soaping using vertical strokes.
At first she bridged Nancy's ass crack with the palm of her hand but slowly worked the edge, of her hand into the outer portion of the crack itself. Finding that Nancy did not object, she slid the soapy cloth farther into her ass crack and moved downward toward her ass opening. Not wishing to frighten the young blonde into pulling away, Cindy stopped short of her brown ass-ring and moved her hand upward again.
Commanding her to turn around and rinse off, the older girl began soaping Nancy's neck and collarbone area. The wash cloth left a trail of soap bubbles across her alabaster tits as it moved downward to her tummy. Dropping the cloth, Cindy began to lather Nancy's pointed little tit mounds with her hands. With her eyes closed, Nancy stood immobile, enjoying the gentle kneading.
As Cindy stooped to pick up the cloth, one of her hair clips came loose spilling her hair into the spraying water. Pushing it back out of her face, Cindy bent down to lather Nancy's thighs and golden-crested cunt mound. She worked over her task until the whole pussy area was covered with white foam. Again dropping her cloth into the tub, she began using her hands to trace Nancy's vee, cuddle her cunt mound, and rub the outer portions of her pretty little pussy.
Then Nancy roused herself as if from a trance and reached out for Cindy's pendulous tits. Supporting their considerable weight with her palms, she used her fingertips to squeeze and tug her huge nipples. In the meantime, Cindy's slippery fingers were wiggling between the protecting lips of her cousin's quivering cunt. After several long moments, both women suggested almost in unison that they get out of the shower and dry off.
Cindy stepped out of the shower to allow the other woman to rinse the soap from her body. As she emerged, Cindy handed her a towel and began drying Nancy's back with her own. The two beauties took turns drying each other until they were both pink from the friction of the towels. Reaching Nancy's golden pussy mound, the darker woman patted her cunt area dry with her towel before dropping to her knees in front of Nancy. She leaned forward and burned her face in her soft pussy curls. Cindy's long tongue snaked into Nancy's pussy's hidden recesses and lapped along her cunt slit.
Rising slowly, she took Nancy's hand and led her into the bedroom where she turned down the bed covers. Awkwardly Nancy got into bed and pulled the sheet part-way over her body. Cindy got into bed on the other side and sat on her knees beside Nancy's chest. Taking one of the tit-mounds in each of her hands, Cindy leaned down and shoved the nearest one into her mouth.
Nancy was momentarily still as her tits were fondled and sucked by the other woman. Then she began to rock and squirm in encouragement as Cindy's actions became more and more tantalizing. Pushing the covers out of the way, the older cousin scooted down to Nancy's golden pussy hair and moved between her cousin's legs. Parting her soft outer cuntlips with her fingers, Cindy fucked her tongue into the darkness of Nancy's pussy.
Reacting to the other woman's pressure, Nancy parted her legs wider to expose more of her pussy to Cindy's fucking tongue. Gliding slowly along her cunt trench, it reached her clit where it began a series of firm licks. As the little nub wakened to these attentions, the pattern shifted to gentle flicks across Nancy's clit-bud, alternating with stronger laps in the other direction.
Answering the beckoning of the swelling clit, Cindy pulled the covering flap back. Carefully, tenderly, she began to kiss Nancy's clit and rub up and down her clit shaft with the tip of her tongue. Writhing and thrusting upward toward the torturing mouth, Nancy's body begged for the sweet release of her cum.
Slipping her middle finger into Nancy's cunthole, Cindy found her pussy filled with fuck juice. Entry of Cindy's digit caused the lust-filled woman to moan and buck upward with even more force. Continuing her oral attentions to Nancy's clit, Cindy inserted a second finger. With growing force, she jammed her fingers into Nancy's quivering cunt channel until she felt Nancy's body stiffen. Lifting her face from Nancy's dripping cunt, Cindy shoved her fingers deeper into her pussyhole as she felt the blonde's cum contractions.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyy!" Nancy screwed.
Nancy's body sank back into the bed and she lay still. After a few moments, Cindy moved up beside her on the bed and stuck her cum coated fingers into the young woman's mouth. Nancy was surprised to find that her own cum was not at all unpleasant. In fact the sweet salty taste other own fuck juice was delicious, and she greedily lapped at the fingers.
Withdrawing her digits, Cindy leaned over the blonde resting her large tits on the woman's smaller tits and gave her a long, passion-filled kiss full on the mouth. Nancy's mother was the only woman who had ever kissed her on the lips before and then only goodbye pecks. The full, soft lips of her cousin were intoxicating. Returning the kisses with equal desire, Nancy reveled in the downy touch of her cousin's skin, the lack of scratching beard stubble, and the pliant tenderness of her hungry lips.
Cindy's skin had the feel of fine velvet under Nancy's fingers. The excitement of so many new sensations drove Nancy to explore further. With first one hand, then both, she cupped Cindy's dangling tits and felt their cushiony warmth. They were so round, so full that they seemed to invite her mouth to them. Although her first kisses were feathery, Nancy soon found herself suckling like an infant.
Slowly Cindy shifted her position and rolled onto her back taking Nancy with her. Taking Nancy's hand in hers, she moved their hands down to her steaming pussy. At first Nancy was timid in her explorations, keeping her fingers confined to the surface of her cousin's cunt mound. Again Cindy took her hand and guided her first two fingers into her hungry pussy slit.
There could be no doubt about Cindy's readiness. Her silky cunt curls were soaked with her fuck juices, and she thrust her willing cunt toward Nancy's probing fingers. Guiding her fingers down Cindy's cunt slit, Nancy introduced them to Cindy's pulsating clit. Although the younger woman was somewhat shy in her movements, it was obvious that she sometimes frigged herself. Her treatment of Cindy's clit was that of a woman who was familiar with its touch. As Nancy lost her shyness, her manipulations grew more expert and exciting. With an occasional plunge into Cindy's pussyhole, she soon had the dark-haired beauty squirming with passion.
"Nancy, Nancy, that's so good. Oh, yes, do that some more! Aaaaahhh, yes! Push them… mmmmmm, yes! More, more. Put another finger in me. Fill me up, split me open. Ooooohhhhh!"
After a moment, she slipped away from Nancy and reached into a drawer of the bedside table. When she turned around again, she held a huge pink dildo. Nancy had heard of such things but had never seen one, and she was mildly shocked at her cousin's having one. She stared at the dildo, saying nothing. Cindy laughed and waved the long, fat cock in the general direction of the other woman.
"Let me introduce you to my friend. He's good for long, lonely nights, a bit of variety, and lots of other times when this just needs a little attention," she said as she replaced Nancy's hand on her pussy. "Here, let me show you."
Moving the dildo to her lips, Cindy ran her tongue around its puffy cockhead before inserting the first several inches into her mouth. Twirling her wrist, she wet its surface thoroughly and withdrew it. Resting its tip at the edge of her cunt canal, she wiggled the dildo back and forth until a tiny bit had worked its way into her trench. She continued to push on its base with a constant pressure, and soon most of the thick cock-stalk was buried in her pussy.
"Now," Cindy said, "you both can fuck me." Moving Nancy's finger to her swollen inner cuntlips, Cindy indicated what she wanted. Nancy's shyness was quickly overcome as she became engrossed in fingering Cindy's distended clit. With one hand on the dildo and the other on the little blonde's nearest tit, Nancy fucked the plastic prick into her cunthole, while, at the same time, she fondled her small upturned tit.
Nancy's fingers tweaked and teased at Cindy's silky clit-bud until she felt her cousin's body stiffen. There was a momentary pause, and then Cindy's body bucked up into the probing fingers as Nancy fucked the fucking dildo deep into her own cunt.
"Aaaaaaagaaaggggggggghhhhhhhh!" Cindy yelled.
Relaxing the tensed muscles of her beautiful, lithe body, Cindy sank back onto the bed. The dildo, still deep in her pussy, was slowly being pushed out by the strong contractions of her cum.
Reaching down and removing it, the woman offered the dildo to Nancy's lips. The sweet, musty smell of her cousin's cum beckoned, and she opened her mouth to the big cock. Taking the dildo into her hand, she began to lick its surface clean.
Both beauties lay still listening to the pattern of Cindy's breathing as it gradually returned to normal. Cindy's hand, which had been resting quietly on Nancy's tit, toyed absent-mindedly with the extended nipple as the two women were lost in their own thoughts. Moving to a sitting position, the older girl picked up the dildo from where it had fallen.
Holding the fake prick against her cousin's body, she noted the marked contrast between its bright pink color and Nancy's milky white skin. Leisurely she pushed the false cock across the blonde woman's body. Circling both tits, the dildo trailed down her torso to the edge of her furry cunt before returning to the firm little tits. Again the dildo circled them before heading up to her neck, cheeks, and lips.
Coming once more to Nancy's tits, Cindy paused to rub her nipples with feathery touches until they swelled in response. Inch by inch Cindy moved the dildo toward her pussy.
Reaching her mat of golden cunt curls, Cindy snaked the dildo lightly over Nancy's pussy mound until it found her shapely thighs. Tracing the outer curve of Nancy's leg down to the knee, the dildo began a slow journey up the valley between her two thighs.
Watching the dildo approach her cunt with agonizing slowness, Nancy was aware of a surge of desire within her still-wet pussy. Then the fake cock stopped its upward movement a few inches from her flaring pussylips. Frustrated anticipation swept over her as the big prick burrowed into the crevice between her legs before continuing upward.
Finally the cock-tip reached her cunt at the level of her quivering clit. The slightest touch of the prick sent shivers all through Nancy's body, and she begged to have the dildo thrust into her burning cunt. Instead, Cindy wedged Nancy's trembling legs far apart and glided the device over the exposed surfaces of her little pussy. At last she slipped the dildo into her waiting cuntlips, slid the dildo down to Nancy's protruding clit-bud and ringed her tiny cunt opening.
Cindy was amazed at how much larger the cock was than Nancy's pussyhole. Nudging the dildo against the clenched circle, Cindy encouraged Nancy's cunthole to widen somewhat, but the opening was still too small to grant easy entrance to the large prick.
Cindy slipped the dildo back to the red shaft of Nancy's clit and used her other hand to pull Nancy's thick outer pussylips out of the way. Teasing and rubbing against her little clit-nub, the dildo soon had the blonde moaning with inflamed desire.
While continuing to massage Nancy's sensitive clit with the dildo in one hand, Cindy moved her other hand to her cousin's pussyhole. Her finger was met by wet, slippery cunt juices spilling down the lovely girl's ass crack. Coating her fingers with the fuck juice, Cindy inserted a second digit and fucked the two fingers deep into Nancy's steamy cunt. Soon Cindy was able to work the tip of a third finger into the widening fuck-hole.
Using the fingers jointly as a wedge, she opened Nancy's pussy canal more. Then she pulled the cock back to Nancy's dripping cunt-hole and ran the cock back and forth to cover its tip and shaft with slippery fuck fluid. Once the dildo was well lubricated, Cindy pushed a fraction of an inch of its tip into Nancy's enlarged cunthole. Holding the dildo firmly in place, she massaged Nancy's clit with the thumb of her other hand. By degrees, the dildo moved into her cunt slit until the knobby top disappeared. Now Nancy was rocking and squirming against the dildo in an effort to force even more of its shaft into her flaming cunt.
A final hard thrust drove the cock home. At first the huge prick was uncomfortable, almost painful, but Nancy's malleable cuntwalls soon made room. Fucking into her cousin's pussy had made Cindy horny again. Her own cunt tingled and ached for attention.
This must be what it is like to be a man. It was such a powerful feeling to have something that gave this pretty girl so much pleasure.
The sight and feel of her cunt was so wonderful. Cindy could almost feel Nancy's lust transmitted through the plastic device to her as the blonde bucked and squirmed at each thrust.
Cindy's own hot cunt demanded attention, and she removed her fingers from Nancy's throbbing clit and placed them on hers. Fucking the other woman with the dildo had excited her to the edge of cumin jug already. Her reddish-purple clit bud was distended and covered with fresh lube in anticipation. Soon the moans of both passion crazed cousins filled the air.
As Cindy fucked the cock into her cunt, Nancy fingered her own clit. The twin sensations had turned her into a molten mass of pure lust.
If this was perverted and depraved, she didn't care. All she wanted was to stay like this forever.
"Ooooooooohhhhh!" exclaimed the young blonde as her fierce cum swept over her with a shudder.
The sound of Nancy's cuming was all that Cindy needed to spark her own. Slipping the drenched dildo out of her cousin's pussy slit and into her own overheated pussy, she fucked the dildo repeatedly against her spasming cuntwalls.
With a few additional tugs on her tender clit Cindy felt the sweet release of her cum swelling within her. A final fuck of the fucking dildo ended her anticipation.
Physically exhausted and emotionally drained by their fucking, the two beauties drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. After a brief nap, Nancy woke refreshed and hungry. Quietly disentangling herself, she rose from the bed, took her robe, and went into the kitchen.
Nancy settled on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk. Once her snack was prepared, she wandered into the bedroom and picked up Rick's letters from the dressing table.
She left them unopened on the table before her as she ate. Staring at the pile she debated whether she should open them. The arguments Cindy had presented in favor of giving Rick another chance echoed in her head.
Picking them up, Nancy shuffled through them as if trying to divine their contents through the envelopes. Then she put them carefully back into order according to the postmarks. For some minutes she continued to stare at the stack before she picked up the top envelope and tore it open.
Nancy read it slowly and then turned it face down on the table. She didn't open another immediately but sat staring into space.
One by one, she read Rick's letters and turned the face down on top of the previous one. When she finished the last one, Nancy rose from the table and walked aimlessly around the apartment.
Her emotions were in a turmoil. Rick's letters were full of promises and pleading. He said that he was seeing a therapist about his drinking and that he was beginning to understand the reasons for it. He sounded confident of changing and more realistic about the situation than Nancy had ever heard him be.
Perhaps he really meant what he said this time. The letters sounded so sincere. For the first time since their problems began, Rick not only admitted that there was a problem but was also seeking professional help for it. If only she could believe his promise to continue until he had worked it through.
There was another problem, one that she had been unwilling to face. Even if Rick was making a sincere effort to change, how could she go back to him now after what she had done? How could she face him and pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened on her vacation to California?
Filled with feelings of despair, she sat staring at the stack of letters. Turning it over, she slowly reread each letter. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks as she read kick's words of hope and love. Was all this lost forever?
Cindy was surprised to find herself alone when she woke. Pulling on some jeans and a T-shirt, she left the bedroom. The sight of Nancy sitting at the dining table with tears streaking down her face stopped her in her tracks.
She stood in the doorway uncertain about what she should do. Nancy seemed lost in private thoughts. She could not bear the sight of the pretty young girl sitting there alone crying. Quietly she approached and put her arms around Nancy's shoulders.
"Can I help? I've got a strong shoulder for crying and lots of Kleenex for drying away tears."
Nancy let out a loud sob and turned to bury her face in Cindy's bosom. Her body racked with sobs, Nancy did not speak for a long while. Finally choking off her anguished weeping, she began to tell Cindy about the letters and her feelings of guilt and hopelessness.
"Look," Cindy said, "you are just creating barriers for yourself again. Why don't you call Rick and talk to him? You can't just give up with out even trying. You love the guy, and he loves you. So you've got everything to gain and nothing to lose by calling. And if you still feel guilty and want to confess your sins, do it after you're home with him. Come on. Call him?"
Nancy walked to the phone and dialed her own number. "Rick?" she asked tentatively. "I… I've missed you."
"Oh, baby, I've missed you too I was afraid I wouldn't hear from you, afraid that you had given up on me. Not that I would blame you, but I do love you so much. I couldn't stand to lose you."
"Oh, Rick, I've been so lonely without you. I just read your letters for the first time. I wasn't brave enough to read them before. Did you, did you mean what you said in them?"
"Every word of it. After you left, I hit rock bottom. I realized that I didn't want to live without you, and I didn't know what to do for a while. Oh, Nancy, I've been so terrible to you. I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to give me another chance, but I hope you will. I need you so much. Can you ever forgive me? No… don't answer yet. I don't want to risk your saying no."
Hurriedly Rick told his wife about his visits to the therapist and the progress he was making in understanding his problems. As his words tumbled out Nancy began to feel genuinely encouraged.
"Rick, look… I have something to tell you, and I'm afraid it isn't very pleasant. If you still want to get back together after you've heard what I have to say then I'll come home."
"No! Wait! Before you say anything, hear me out. Things have been pretty rough for you, and it's my fault. I've done lots in the past few months that I regret, and maybe you have too. But there's no reason to dwell on that now. We don't want to live in the past when the future is going to be so much better. Let's just leave the past in the past and start fresh. How about it?"
"But… I think there are some things you should know," Nancy protested.
"Nancy, stop. I could tell you some rotten things I did after you left, but it wouldn't erase them or change them. Do you want to know about them? Would it help us?"
"No, no, I don't want to know," she answered.
"Well, don't tell me anything either. I don't care about anything but your love. Come home to me. Let's just wipe the slate clean and start over."
By the time Nancy got off the phone she was smiling brightly. She ran into the kitchen where Cindy was washing dishes and gave her a big hug. For the first time in weeks, she looked truly happy. The whole story of her conversation with Rick came tumbling out in a confused torrent of words.
"He loves me and he wants me to come home. I know we can work things out. I just know we can. Oh, Cindy, I'm so happy!" shouted the young blonde as she rushed into the bedroom and began grabbing her clothes from the closet.
"He loves me and needs me and doesn't care about anything else. And I'm going home on the first plane I can get. Call the airlines for me, will you? I'm going home!"