"I'm sorry. No bargains, no trades – just as you say. But plenty of nice hot finger-fucking, okay?"
"I'm not exactly in the mood now. And besides, I keep thinking about your job upstairs. I don't want; you to get into trouble on my account."
"No trouble, Hildy. And I'll stay here as long as you want me. I might even do something else for you, too. Something much nicer than finger-fucking."
"Oh? What's that?"
"Guess."
"You're teasing again, Kate. I don't like it. I just don't like being teased – can't you understand that?"
"All right, all right, calm down. I do understand." Then, in a deliberate effort to get back on the track, "Tell me, are you really naked under that skirt? No panties?"
"Uh-huh."
"Show me. Please?"
"Sure. See?"
It was scarcely more than a hasty flash, a two-handed motion that lifted the hem of the short skirt and then let it drop again, but Kate saw enough to stir her to a new excitement. It had an appeal that went beyond nudity. The pink pussy-lips peeping through the fuzzy red hair, such a tempting vision! More than she could resist, truly, more than any hot-blooded lesbian could have resisted – and now she wasn't just doing a job for her mistress, oh no, this was something she wanted herself!
"Hildy, you're beautiful."
"You mean what I just showed you? That's beautiful?"
"Absolutely beautiful."
"Aw…"
"Lovely. Cunt. I love your beautiful little cunt. I love it enough to kiss it."
"Huh? You-you want to?"
"I do, I do. Let me? It's much nicer than finger fucking. You'll see. And I'm good at it, too. I'm a very good cuntlapper, one of the best. Oh, you're getting hot and sexy again, I can tell just by looking at you."
"Cuntlapper. Wow!"
"That's what lesbians do, you know. And I do it better than any lesbian you'll ever come across. Honeybunch, just wait till you feel my tongue digging around down there. I'll suck the sweet honey out of your honeycomb…"
"You-you really want to suck me off? Honest? You're not just teasing again?" Apparently agitated by the prospect, Hildy was already tugging her skirt up.
The vision flashed once more and Kate's knees went limp. She tottered and sank to the floor, raising her arms. "Come, darling…" Her hands extended in a pleading gesture. "Let me make you happy."
A step brought the choice morsel closer. But then Hildy swung away toward a chair. "I'd better sit down before I fall down. Are you really going to do it?" She slumped into the seat and sagged back weakly, her head lolling as though she had gone into a momentary spell of paralysis.
On all fours, Kate traveled across the floor hurriedly, only vaguely conscious of the ludicrous picture she must have made. Somehow she didn't mind crawling, she just didn't mind at all. And then the prize was within reach and the smooth young limbs quivered under the caress of her fingers. She stroked the skin sensuously, sending her hands up and between the gradually parting thighs, finding an intense pleasure in the enticing aura of youth. And at last, with a strange sense of fulfillment, she lowered her head for the first kiss.
"Oooh!"
"Hmm? You like?"
"Lesbian cuntlapper. Wow!"
Coming from this precious darling child, the name sounded like a badge of honor. Kate's tongue unfurled to seek out and explore the tender vaginal lips, savoring the moist fragrance. The taste and odor of the amazingly delicate little crevice struck her with an erotic force that she found irresistible. Enchanting and utterly irresistible! She burrowed deeper as the musky softness encompassed her face, filling her mouth, her nostrils, making her a more than willing captive of the sweet-scented flesh and its silky red growth of hair.
Even more than she had anticipated, more than she had figured on in the wildest stretch of her imagination, the sex thrill mounted. The delicious sensation of the kiss pushed her mind into a swirling mist of ecstasy that soon spread to take command of her entire body. She felt it all the way down inside herself, inside the depths of her crouched body. And the ecstasy was somehow increased beyond even that miraculous stage when the childish voice piped up to honor her again: "Lesbian cuntlapper. Wow!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The final sip of coffee went down and Elspeth set the cup and saucer aside, awaiting further service. Joan was dressed and ready to go off to work at her ad agency, but there was a little job to be done here at home first. A labor of love, as it were, a labor to be performed in bed.
They didn't discuss it, nor did they have to lead up to it with veiled hints now, oh no, the thing had pretty much become an understanding between them. Without a word, Joan slid the sheet away and Elspeth felt warm lips nuzzling her naked flesh. Although it could hardly be called nuzzling at this point, since there wasn't much time for preliminary caresses. Elspeth's thighs parted and opened to the avid kiss.
What a lovely way to start the day! Coffee first and then this. Ah yes, this, the soft hands under her buttocks, the soft mouth clinging in suction, the soft tongue stiffening to stimulate and then console her clitoris – what better way to begin a new day? Elspeth wriggled delightedly, wheezing a little and jutting her pelvis to let the ardently devouring mouth carry her to a peak of satisfaction.
It didn't take long. Her climax came on and soon her loving lesbian roomie moaned in orgasm, too, and slumped motionless. They lay like that for a while, then Joan rose somewhat shakily and went to the bureau. Elspeth knew why, of course – she heard the drawer slide open and shut – but she just couldn't resist the impulse to inflict a bit of torment.
"Joanie? Changing your panties again?"
"No. And I asked you not to embarrass me, remember? Anyway, I'm just putting them on. I didn't wear any."
"Oh. That was smart. But tell me something and I don't mean it to be embarrassing – I'm only curious, that's all. Can you really make it like that? Just sucking my cunt – is that what makes you come?"
"Uh-huh."
"You don't even have to touch or rub yourself? I mean rub your legs together, maybe?"
"Elspeth, must you be that curious? But no, I don't have to do anything but kiss you to a climax. It hits me the minute I feel it hitting you."
"Kind of like sympathetic vibrations, huh?"
"I guess so. That's as good a theory as any. But no more questions, please. Go back to sleep."
Only then, after Joan had left, did Elspeth recall what day it was. A red-letter day, really. And before dropping off, she set the clock to wake her up in time to bathe and primp a bit. After all, she wanted to look her best for that luncheon date up there in the penthouse…
And look her best she did. An almost effusive Margalo Fitch told her how stunning she was, and Elspeth lapped up the compliment like a kitten at a bowl of cream. The other guest, a plumpish creature named Inez Bellamy, seemed equally impressed although the women themselves were both rather remarkable, especially the sleek green-eyed brunette hostess whose obvious sex-appeal was nothing short of monumental. But it was the quietly efficient serving maid who interested Elspeth most, of course, and after the second cocktail had bolstered her courage she managed to bring up the mistress-maid relationship as a topic of conversation.
Margalo Fitch chuckled. "Is it that noticeable? The thing between Kate and me?"
"I – uh… well, no, not exactly. My roommate happened to mention it, that's all – just in passing, you know? I mean, uh, it wasn't malicious gossip or anything like that."
"You don't have to make excuses, my dear. As long as it stays inside our own circle, why fret over a little gossip? Although it's extremely doubtful that Joan Talbot could have had much to gossip about. She was only up here once and I've never gotten very chummy with her, sorry to say."