But Roberta wasn't done yet. She fastened her lips over Amy's erected clit. She whipped furiously at the supersensitive bud. Amy came again, this time gasping and gurgling with agonized pleasure.
Then Roberta put her hands on Amy's shuddering hips, guiding the slim, orgasm-rocked girl into a slightly different position. She licked and nipped at the firm flesh of Amy's round little asscheeks. The girl groaned. She let her head loll on Roberta's thighs for a moment. Her long, soft hair spread like a fan about her face. Amy kissed and licked Roberta's long, well-shaped legs.
Roberta slowly zeroed in on her next target. She was determined to initiate the youngster into every pleasure available. The only one left, for the moment, was the tiny, constricted starfish pucker of Amy's asshole.
Amy jumped as she felt the first sure stroke of the brunette's tongue skim past her asshole. Her first response was surprise, then instinctive fear and withdrawal. Soon, the brunette's experience and skill took their toll, and Amy was eagerly pushing her ass into Roberta's face.
Roberta probed and prodded relentlessly at the virginal asshole, lubricating and massaging the tensely closed muscles around it without hesitation. She felt Amy's thighs shivering again and knew that the girl's pleasure-loving nature was defeating her initial fear.
Now Roberta alternated strokes between the puckered, slowly relaxing opening of Amy's ass and the girl's juicy little cunt. At the same time, Amy was clumsily kissing and sucking at Roberta's pussy. She was slowly becoming more effective. Amy brought her hips lower and lower until she was grinding her cunt and ass back and forth across Roberta's mouth and chin. She had to have more – more!
Roberta felt the tension coiling within herself and knew her protege, too, was rapidly approaching an orgasmic explosion. She reached up and around with both hands, sliding her palms over Amy's heaving belly until she came to Amy's sensitive tits. She gathered the abundant young tits into her hands and squeezed them, catching Amy's nipples in her fingers. At the same time, she drove her tongue as far up Amy's ass as it would reach and jutted her chin against Amy's throbbing clit.
That did it. Amy came explosively. Her cunt spasmed, her hips churned, and her ass gripped Roberta's tongue as if she meant to tear it off.
Feeling the gorgeous nymphette coming was the last straw to Roberta. The mental image of the beautiful young teenager blowing her cookies in sixty-nine above her own voluptuous form was too much for Roberta – especially when she pictured her own cunt. Roberta came too, arching and bucking beneath Amy's lithe form.
The last spasms subsided. The two of them lay limp and spent atop each other, each suffused with a soft glow. Amy had never imagined that she could find it so exciting to have her asshole rimmed and penetrated.
The languor passed, and the two revived themselves. Amy leaned back into the circle of Roberta's arms as she caught her breath. "That was so good, Roberta!" she sighed. "I never knew it could be so good with a woman!"
"You're sweet, little one," Roberta said, kissing Amy's ear lightly.
"Does my brother know you're a-a…"
"A lesbian?" Roberta laughed, low and melodiously. "I'm not, really, but I never could pass up a beautiful woman's body."
"I think I know what you mean – now," Amy said. "But does Les know?"
Roberta moved off the couch and bent to pick up her slacks. "Les knows a little, but he thinks I've only made it with women to please him. It turns him on."
Amy suddenly realized what Roberta meant. "You mean, you and Les and another woman at the same time?"
Roberta smiled at the incredulity in Amy's tone. "Sure. I enjoy it, too. But like I said, he thinks I just do it because that's what he wants. He thinks its a little perverted for a woman to make it just with another woman without a man being around."
"Seems kind of crazy," Amy noted, standing and beginning to pull on her own clothes. "Boy, I'll bet he'd be mad if he ever found out what we just did!"
"Amy, if your brother ever admitted the chance that you're not a virgin – let alone faced the fact of it – he'd freak out completely. In some ways, he's still a small town country boy." Roberta paused, pulling the top on over her head. "And that's too bad – for you and me and him."
"What do you mean?"
Roberta turned and gently held Amy by the shoulders. "Amy, you're as highly sexed as I am. You enjoy fucking and you probably don't like going without."
"Well… yes."
"How much chance do you think you're going to have for fucking while you stay with your brother? This is a large apartment by New York City standards, but when it comes to sneaking someone into bed with you, it's tiny."
Amy understood. "Ouch! I almost forgot about that. But maybe I'll at least be able to meet boys, and maybe some of them will have a place where we can…" She stopped.
Roberta was shaking her head. "No way. You're going to be chaperoned every minute. If Les can't be playing guardian angel, I will be."
Amy giggled. "But I think you and I can reach sort of an understanding, can't we?"
"Maybe," Roberta said thoughtfully. "But Les is taking vacation days after tomorrow so he can spend more time with his 'kid sister'. Once that starts, it's going to be awfully tough."
"Great," Amy said sarcastically. She sat heavily on the couch that was to be her bed for the next ten days.
"There's only one way to change that," Roberta continued. "But unless I can figure out how to make that change, you might just as well resign yourself to ten very undersexed days."
"How can we change it?" Amy asked, desperate to hear Roberta's idea.
"We've got to convince your brother that you can take care of yourself."
"You mean, convince him that I'm old enough to fuck," Amy asserted.
Roberta nodded somberly. "And unless you know something about your brother that I don't – and believe me, I know an awful lot about him – nothing short of a frontal lobotomy is going to cause that kind of change in him."
The two were quiet for a minute. Then Amy brightened. "Oh, well, if nothing else, I've still got a city to see. And who knows? Maybe we can figure something out!"
She didn't know that Roberta already had.
CHAPTER THREE
The day had been a full one. The plane trip and the tryst with Roberta were followed by an afternoon at the UN and the Museum of Modern Art. Then there was dinner and a Broadway musical with her brother. All of them had taken their toll on Amy. Always a sound sleeper, she was completely exhausted by the time she hit the pillow.
Thus, it was all the more surprising that Amy found herself lying awake, wondering what had awakened her.
She heard a giggle and a heavy thump. She realized that the noise came from the next room – her brother's bedroom.
Amy slipped off the bed and padded barefoot to the door of her brother's bedroom. She was wearing a pair of boy-cut pajamas, that looked anything but boyish on her. She'd had to unbutton the top halfway down the front; it had been too tight across her nubile young tits.
"Shhh! Stop it, Berta – you'll wake her up!"
"You told me she sleeps like the dead," Roberta answered, teasing in her voice.
"Look, it's bad enough that you insisted on staying here while Amy is sleeping…"
"She's big enough to know you're not a monk," Roberta answered. Amy heard her brother suck in a sharp breath. "And she knows I'm not going to sleep on the couch, so for cripes sake, stop acting like she's some ignorant, slow child!"
"She's just a kid – ahhhh!"
"Still want me to stop?" Roberta teased.
Amy had to see what was going on. She knelt on the carpet and peered through the keyhole. A dim night light by the bed gave her eyes all the illumination she needed.