The dirty words were loud and clear, and it was as if something new had been added to the thing building up between them, the thing of friendship and lesbian secrets. Hildy let her body sag, opening herself wide to the marauding hand. A moan of eager resignation welled up from her throat as once again Kate's lips moved in to kiss her. This time there was no pretense, no protest, and she sucked the big probing tongue right into her open mouth. Sucked it and offered her own tongue right back. And when her body writhed urgently there was an immediate response to its need, a response of many fingers delving around inside down there, sending wild thrills through her flesh, making her back arch and her buttocks jerk to the rhythmic pleasure. She heard herself screaming into Kate's kissing mouth and all but collapsed as the hot tongue and hotter fingers took their toll.
CHAPTER SIX
Upon returning home from the movie theater, they read the "come to lunch" note from their glamorous landlady. The scent of Margalo Fitch's heavily perfumed stationery suffused the living room. It tingled in Elspeth's nostrils, strong and spicy and far from unpleasant.
Joan snorted. "She knows damn well I'll be at work. It's you she's after, not me."
"You sound jealous. Would you rather I didn't go?"
"Frankly, yes, and it's more than just jealousy. You're not really a lesbian, not a Margalo-type lesbian. I don't think you ought to get chummy with her. She's liable to make a lesbian out of you."
"Like you're doing, hmm?"
"Uh… okay… I said I felt guilty, remember?"
Elspeth suffered a pang of contrition. "Sorry. That was below the belt, I'll admit. Oh shit, fix a drink and let's forget about Margalo Fitch; I can call and make some excuse. If we talk about it any more I'll wind up prying into your guilty past – and I promised not to."
Nodding approval, Joan fixed the drinks with her customary good grace but still seemed a bit upset. There was no rush to jump into bed. Side by side on the sofa, they drank and relaxed and let the mellow mood come on. It took some time and a lot of liquor before that happened, though, and even then her overtures were quite timid. As if she feared another rebuff. Rather like a first attempt at seduction, in a way. Just small touches for a while, hardly more than that – fleeting not-quite-accidental caresses that became gradually less restrained only as the alcohol intake increased. Until at last she grew confident enough to fondle Elspeth's knee and lean over for an affectionate little nuzzle into her neck.
Elspeth closed her eyes and sighed rapturously, stirred by a sense of thickening intimacy. Warm and moist, the soft lips nibbled at the curve of her throat, browsing gently up under her chin. A seemingly limp palm molded itself to her breast and clung, cuplike; even through blouse and bra she felt its cone of pervasive heat focus upon the encircled nipple. Despite the still somewhat timid approach, she was aroused and more than ready when Joan's mouth slid up to meet her own.
The kiss went on interminably, subdued by a kind of chaste tenderness at first, very much in keeping with the idea of the tremulously attempted seduction. Elspeth became mildly impatient but made no effort to speed up the action, even managing to savor the piquant spice in the delay. There was a certain quaint charm in this shy wooing. Oh sure, she could have goosed her shy wooer into an immediate frenzy with just a few well-chosen words, terse and to the point. Suck my cunt. That would have done it. But for the present she was content to remain passive and appreciate all the lingering nuances.
A wise decision, as it turned out. The tenderness was already less chaste. A hesitant tongue entered her mouth daintily but soon showed signs of intent to seduce and ravish. The hand on her leg got daring again, just like in the movie theater, the creeping fingers losing their nerve only when they reached that same risky spot just short of her panties.
Then, "Elspeth? Is-is it okay? This?"
"Uh-huh."
"You're so soft there. Soft and smooth and… oh, I could easily fall in love with you."
That gave her a bit of a turn. Love? She simply hadn't thought of it that way. And yet the word had a nice ring. Love was beautiful. Important, too, even in a casual affair. Ah yes, love – the magic of love! – perhaps it could even add another dimension to this already marvelous excitement.
The fingertips dallied, still diffident, but now the other hand had let go and was dipping into Elspeth's V-cut neckline to resume its more ardent grip inside the blouse. The touch sent a wave of pleasure sloshing over her, a great drenching warmth. Sensuality converged and piled up pointedly; the jut-nippled mound felt swollen and incredibly voluptuous. But the tight bra-strap was cutting into her back now and the confined flesh demanded freedom from constriction; high time she did something about that!
"Joanie, wait."
"Mmm?"
"Hold it a minute. Let me… uh…"
"Oh."
Elspeth shook herself loose and swung around to get rid of the blouse. Then, hastily, with an oath of aggrieved impatience, a tug and wriggle banished the offending brassiere and left her nude to the waist. Relieved but still sexually on edge, she swung back tall and straight and proud to flaunt the unmistakably nubile enticements of her bare bosom – a most shameless appeal! – only to be jolted numb by the look of disappointment on Joan's face. Such a pained expression! As though this familiar but undeniably luscious pair of boobs, all creamy-curved and packed with rose-tipped desire, had somehow been found inadequate. Cause for alarm, almost, until Elspeth saw her error and realized that the eager little lezzie must have been hoping to retain the initiative and do it all herself.
Fair enough, Elspeth figured, and cheerfully abandoned the idea of doing anything else about her clothes. Let this nice anxious lover attend to such details. She lolled against the backrest of the sofa and waited for the next move. But her breasts were bare now and that turned out to be exactly what lover-girl wanted. Or so it appeared. Big beautiful bare breasts. Tits…
Hungry lips captured and chewed Elspeth's nipples greedily, purring and slobbering a little and soon making loud smacking noises – deliciously obscene! Her body responded with pent-up fervor, shivering as she felt a thrill of anticipation burgeon and burst into a thousand fragments that touched every extremity and then streaked back toward her cunt. Mounting tension had her taut with a nerve stretched readiness by the time the hand between her legs got active again.
Soft but hotly determined fingers were squirming in to undermine the ultimate barrier, the flimsy crotch of her panties. She gasped as a bold one broke through and probed. Another joined it, both fingertips moving apart to take divergent glide-paths up the moist inner lips of her cunt, up where they were needed most. Her craving clitoris throbbed in terrible yearning; she trembled and loosed a pleading wail of urgency.
But her plea brought only a sudden switch in tactics. Taking an obviously more practical course, Joan backtracked and plunged into the undressing chore. Even so, the remaining garments were removed gently, solicitously, with an unending flurry of caresses to keep Elspeth's flesh in that same state of thrilled expectancy. A state of lust, delightful but a wee bit scary too. And her final nudity, beautiful as she saw it reflected in her lover's eyes, felt more like the lewdly erotic nakedness of some hussy in a lurid porn-flick.
Joan stepped away, beckoning. "Come on…"
"Huh?"
"To the bedroom." Almost a whine, "Please?"
Elspeth shrugged dubiously but let herself be caught and pulled upright, rather enjoying all the insistent help, the service, the guidance. Not until she had been safely conducted to the bed did the solicitous hands leave her. Then, helter-skelter, Joan flung her own garments off and was back in a trice, back where she belonged, right back where she belonged!