She picked up the pen and signed Brenda in neat, vertical letters that came naturally to her. As she addressed the envelope she glanced up and saw his letter.
"…I don't want you to change and be some New York girl…"
She wrote a quick, dutiful letter to her mother containing the usual number of lies and sealed it. When she rose from the table she looked calmly at the poster, standing stiffly in front of it for a long time before she shrugged and laughed. She wasn't afraid of it anymore. Let it stay up on the wall. In fact, she liked it there now. Liked it very much.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sonya knew that Carla was a switch-hitter even without being told. But she did not care; there was something tough and mannish about the beautiful brunette that thrilled her in a way that a feminine woman could not. She watched Carla now as she admired the new photograph of Yorky.
"Perfect," Carla proclaimed: "His little soul shines right through in this one. I think it's going to be my favorite of all the ones you took."
Sonya looked around the bedroom at the other photos of the feisty little terrier that she had taken.
"He brought us together," she sighed, laughing a little.
"Yes, but we have to keep him out of the bedroom when we screw," Carla replied. "He might be little but he's still a man, and it excites him… all that woman-smell all over the place."
Sonya smiled to herself. Carla always had to emphasize some way or other the fact that she was a woman. She took her lesbianism on the sly, the way some people drink and gamble. Oh, well… what difference did it make, as long as she was willing? And Carla was willing, damn willing.
When she put the picture down, Sonya rolled over and rubbed her hand lightly over the flat belly, down into the bushy thatch of Carla's well-covered pussy. It no longer bothered Sonya to think that there had been yea-many pricks stuck in it. She knew that there were damn few lesbians who didn't or hadn't slept with guys. In fact several of her best lays were married.
Carla responded immediately, turning to her with bright eyes. She rolled over on top of Sonya and pressed her hips hard against the twisting groin under her. Sonya's legs parted eagerly as her back arched to mold her cunt into the mound of black hair on Carla's crotch. They grappled together, panting, their legs twining about each other like burning snakes.
Sonya's cunt ran heavy with slick lubrication. Goddamnit! Why this kid stuff? If you can't fuck you can't fuck… But it thrilled her just the same to have a woman on top of her, thrusting at her like a man. She rammed her knee between Carla's thighs and forced her over to her side.
"Come on, let's scissor."
She lay on her back with her legs spread as Carla slipped between them until their twats were pressed snugly together like the apexes of two pairs of scissors meeting between their widespread blades.
"Oooooohhhhhhh, I can feel your pussy now!" Sonya cried out. She pressed forward, grabbing Carla's hands and pulled hard, swiveling her streaming cunt against Carla's. Their arm muscles grew taut as they jerked and pulled on one another, driving cunt against cunt in a wet, rhythmic collision. The glistening lips slid against each other, making sucking, slapping sounds as they pounded harder. Sonya's breasts, pushed together by her straining arms, shivered and bounced as she ground herself into the cum-smeared pussy. It was rough – God, was it rough, but it was thrilling too. The two cunts sucked at each other with each impact like two hungry mouths in a sexy, watery french kiss. Sonya felt the slick dew pour out of her vagina and roll like sweat into her ass cheeks. She was almost ready to cum… almost… almost…
Carla stopped suddenly, rearing up on her knees, her face flushed and eyes glittering like hard bright gems.
"I want to cunt-fuck you. Get on your back and take the pillows for your ass. Hurry!"
Goddamn her, stopping when I was almost there! But her cunt was too needy to argue now; she knew that Carla had to imitate toe male-female screw job somehow or other, even if it meant taking the masculine position, which she was now doing.
She shoved three plump pillows under Sonya's ass, until the slender torso was humped in the air at the hips. Sonya lifted her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could, until they were almost parallel with her shoulders. The blood rushed to her head as it rested, pillowless, on the bottom edge of the mattress.
Carla's pale white body knelt between the open thighs. She looked down into Sonya's pussy and saw the glistening whitish fluid that had formed a little puddle at the entrance to her vagina. She reached out and spread the flanges with her fingers, holding them wide with one hand while the other opened her own pussy. Her body lowered over Sonya's and the gaping pink cuntal lips met.
Sonya's back arched as though she had been touched by a live wire.
"Ooommmmmmmmmaaaahhh! I can feel your clit on mine! Oh, it's right on it! We're so hot and gooey, aren't we? God, it's good. Rub it nice, nice and easy," Carla gasped. "Nice and easy but not for long. We really got them together this time. Ooooooh, baby, you feel so nice and cummy… so hot, such a hot little twat that's kissing mine. Your clit feels like a fingertip, it's so hard. Don't move your legs! Keep them wide so your pussy will stay wide like this."
They held their bodies stiff as they wriggled their pelvises together. Panting changed to gasping cries as, pinpoints of fiery feeling dove through their bellies and exploded in a mutual, exhausting climax.
"Ahhhhhh! Oh… it's the most wonderful feeling in the world," Carla crooned. "I fucked you, I fucked you real good: didn't I? Your pussy is still palpitating. It's like a heart, a throbbing heart…"
She fell heavily on Sonya's humped body and nuzzled her ear. A vague, sense of irritation filled Sonya as she listened to the descriptive murmurings of the other woman. Going to bed with Carla always reminded her of the kind of talkative man who describes everything he does feels and thinks while he's screwing. She grew angry. Why in the hell couldn't Carla do what they had just done without all the dialogue? I'm fucking you… I'm going to fuck you… I fucked you.
Sonya had met and gone to bed with every variety of lesbian, neo-lesbian, and part-time lesbian. It was not hard to analyze Carla. Rather than admit to herself that she's with a woman, performing a lesbian act, she would rather pretend that she's the man performing a normal act! That was certainly an odd way to protect one's feminine image…
She could not stand hypocrisy. As much as Sonya disliked men for many personal reasons, she never tried to lie about her experiences with them. She admitted freely and simply that she liked to be in bed with men – she just preferred not to be any longer. Carla was tippy-toeing through the pansy garden and it was too dishonest a path for Sonya's taste. If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the cunt…
The idea came to her in a flash. She smiled as she thought about it. It was a practical joke of sorts, with elements of revenge, but it wouldn't hurt anyone. It would merely serve Carla right. If it bothered her to be in bed with one woman, how would she feel about two?
She eased out from under Carla's sprawled nakedness and reached for a cigarette.
"Have you heard from your friend Leo Rudd about whatever happened to Ginny Walters?" she asked, studying the burned-out match as she waited for Carla's reply.
"Ginny? No…" Carla said slowly. "She's flipped off somewhere I suppose. Why?"
"I could have sworn I saw her the other day. A girl came into the studio who looked just like her. Then it turned out that she's the one who's rented Ginny's old apartment. Isn't that funny?"
Carla's face was tense. "I know. I saw her in a cafe not long ago." She turned quickly and looked at Sonya. "Did you happen to get her into the sack by any chance?" she questioned accusingly.