“My God, Celia,” Suzie said. “They’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Celia said. “Now ... how about we proceed with the experiment?”
“Right,” she breathed. “The experiment.”
She reached forward and took one breast in each hand. She had to suppress a moan as she felt them. They were so soft, so sexy, so pliable. It was like shaking hands with God.
“Mmm,” Celia sighed at the touch. “That feels nice. You’ve already got my boy from last night beat. Now feel them. Caress them. Treat them the way they should be treated.”
Suzie needed no encouragement. She began to caress and squeeze them, feeling the nipples pushing into her palms, hefting the weight of them up and down, enjoying the silky feminine softness of the flesh.
“Mmmm, yessss,” Celia sighed, shifting back and forth in her chair a little. “I think we have empirical evidence in progress here.”
“That’s good to hear,” Suzie said, continuing her palpations.
“I am definitely enjoying this.”
“That’s the idea,” Suzie said.
“I think I would also enjoy it if you were to suck on them.”
“Should we make the experiment?” Suzie asked.
“Si, I think we should.”
Suzie dropped to her knees before Celia’s chair. Celia spread her legs apart to give her room to work. Suzie moved her hands from the breasts to Celia’s bare back. She pulled her body toward her and, at the same time, moved her face forward until the breasts were touching her face. She took Celia’s left nipple in her mouth and started to gently suckle it.
“Ohhhh, si,” Celia moaned. “That feels lovely.”
“Mmmm hmmm,” Suzie said, tonguing the nipple a bit and then switched to the right nipple. She felt Celia’s hand go to her hair and begin stroking it.
She sucked and suckled, caressed and kissed Celia’s breasts for the better part of five minutes; long enough for their cigars to go out. Neither of them noticed. Finally, Celia put her hands in Suzie’s armpits and pulled her up.
“Why don’t we go back inside?” Celia suggested. “I have some more experiments I would like to try.”
Suzie smiled at her. “Why don’t we?”
They went to the bedroom. Celia made sure all of the curtains and blinds were drawn and then sat on the edge of the bed, leaving the lights on.
“Show me what it’s like,” she told Suzie.
“What it’s like?” asked Suzie, who was still staring in awe at Celia’s bare breasts.
“To be loved by a woman,” she said.
Suzie smiled. “I can do that,” she said.
She showed her. The first lesson was that women made love with each other slowly, thoroughly, softly. They kissed for the better part of twenty minutes, long, tongue-swirling kisses, soft gentle pecks, occasional nibbles at the lips, the odd sucking of the tongue now and then. Suzie kept her hands confined to Celia’s arms and breasts during this portion of the experiment and Celia kept hers confined to Suzie’s back, which was still covered with her shirt.
Finally, Suzie pushed Celia back on the bed. She kissed her way downward, spending a few minutes at the belly button before continuing down to the waist of Celia’s jeans. She undid the snap and then lowered the zipper. She kissed the flesh that was revealed with this motion, making Celia moan. She then worked the pants down Celia’s legs, leaving her red panties in place. She kissed her way up each leg, starting at the ankle and spending a lot of time on the knees and the upper thighs before finally working her way to the junction between. There was a visible wet spot on the crotch of Celia’s panties and the odor of fresh, clean feminine arousal was quite prominent in the air here. Suzie hooked her fingers into the crotch of the panties and pulled them to one side, revealing a glistening wet vagina, the lips swollen, the flesh cleanly shaven. She licked slowly from the bottom to the top, tasting Celia for the first time, reveling in the bite of her juices.
“Ohhhhh, Madres de Dios,” Celia moaned, her fingers going back to Suzie’s hair.
Suzie pulled the panties off and went to work on her. She had first put her mouth on a vagina back in high school when she had gone down on one of her friends at a sleepover. Since then, she had done it hundreds more times. She called on all of that knowledge and experience now and gave Celia the ride of her life, pulling two orgasms out of her and then working her well toward a third before she finally pulled her face back up.
“Oh my God, that was intense,” Celia moaned. “Come up here and kiss me some more.”
Suzie did as requested, sliding up Celia’s now naked body and putting her tongue back in her mouth. They kissed and kissed, with Celia licking the essence of herself from Suzie’s face, sucking on her tongue some more.
“I want to suck your tits,” Celia said at last. “Can I do that?”
“Of course,” Suzie said, raising up in the bed. She whipped her shirt off and threw it across the room. She unsnapped her bra, revealing her medium-sized breasts to Celia’s eyes.
“Put them in my mouth,” Celia commanded.
Suzie did this and felt Celia’s wet, girly tongue slurping at her. She was not experienced at this, but she was enthusiastic, and it felt very good. She continued to caress Celia’s body with her hands as she was being suckled.
After ten or fifteen minutes of this—it was hard to judge time passage currently—Celia pulled her face free and looked up at her.
“I’m not quite ready to ... you know ... go down there yet,” she said apologetically.
“I understand,” Suzie said gently. Already she had done more than she had ever dreamed possible with the beautiful singer.
“But Teach told me about something that women do with each other. It’s called ... uh ... tribbing. Do you know how to do that?”
Suzie smiled. “I am familiar with the activity,” she said.
“I think I’d like to try it,” Celia said.
“Well, all right then,” Suzie said, standing and unbuttoning her jeans. “Let’s trib for a bit.”
Meanwhile, in Palm Springs, inside a large house owned by Greg Oldfellow, there was some pretty steamy lesbian action going on as well. Greg was watching it intently from the couch in his entertainment room. Only this action was not live and in the flesh. It was the latest release from Mary Ann Cummings Productions’ most popular line of videos. It’s title was simple and to the point: Amateur Lesbians—Volume 5. Greg had ordered the video from Kim Kowalski’s company using his computer and the MACP website one week ago and it had arrived today, wrapped in a discrete, brown paper wrapper. The scene he was currently watching featured a beautiful young brunette with nipple piercings getting it on with an older (mid-thirties or so), slightly chubby (but not unattractive) blonde woman with a wedding ring and a hairy blonde bush on the bed of some anonymous bedroom. According to the brief interview at the beginning of the scene, neither woman had ever met before, neither had ever had sex with another woman before, but both had always been curious about it.
Greg had his pants and underwear down around his ankles, a bath towel under his naked ass, and a large bottle of unscented hand lotion on the end table next to him. He had himself well in hand as he watched the chubby blonde licking between the widely spread legs of the young brunette. This was the only sort of action that Greg had scored since that last night with Celia in El Paso, Texas months before.
It was not that he couldn’t get laid if he wanted to. On the contrary, there were hundreds, maybe thousands of women in southern California alone who would gladly jump into bed with him without the slightest hesitation. Many of them even sent him letters, many with enclosed Polaroids, offering to spread their legs for him if he would just give a little ring on the phone. Most of these women (but not all) were very attractive. Most promised that no strings would be attached. In addition, on the few occasions he had ventured out in public since the messiness of his divorce started to fade a little from daily entertainment press reports, he was always offered sex by some female he encountered, sometimes subtly, sometimes quite overtly.