"Do it lower," Dex muttered, slipping her fingers in and out of the girl's juicy cunt.
Gena understood immediately. Her fingers rushed to Dex's cunt and pushed between the slippery lips. Dex gasped as she felt the small fingers work inside her, then match the rhythm of her own fingers in Gena's pussy.
Their breathing was coming in short pants now. Dex felt her lips going dry as her neck stretched back involuntarily, as if pulling the pleasure from her cunt throughout her whole body. The finger working inside her was delicious, but not enough.
Dex slipped away from the hand and moved her body around. She straddled Gena's head.
"Yes," moaned the girl. "Give me your pussy now." Gena's tongue fluttered out from between her lips as Dex lowered her crotch down to the girl's face. The first flick of the hot tongue inside her sent a violent spasm through her body.
Dex licked Gena's belly and then clasped her mouth down on the girl's wide-open cunt. The red gash of flesh met her tongue. In seconds Dex was sucking the swollen cunt lips and flicking her tongue deep inside the vulva. Gena's juices rolled over her tongue. Her odor filled her nostrils. She pressed her face in deeper, working her lips, sucking the juices as she felt Gena doing the same.
Hands and mouths worked. Sweat sprang up on the surfaces of flesh. Knees dug into the mattress, searching for steadier balance.
They fell onto their sides, oblivious yet searching, forced on by the urgent demands of flesh and nerves.
Their flicking tongues whipped passion higher. Their bodies curved and clashed and stiffened. Finally, they urged each other up and over the hilltop into great fulfilling convulsions of ecstasy…
Sensations rolled in long waves, driving them long distances as they moaned and sucked their gushing cunts, draining the last drops of the waking dream, sending them into the farthest, darkest depths of exhausted sleep.
Even as they slept they lay together entwined. Relaxing muscles drank in new energy. Flesh refreshed itself. Mouths lay half open, lax and dry lipped. Perspiration cooled.
They slept on into the middle of the afternoon, making love intermittently, surfacing for a while into wakefulness, then dozing again.
They came awake at last, refreshed and pleas ant to each other.
Gena started to say something. Dex put a finger to the girl's mouth.
"I know," Dex smiled. "You're hungry."
Gena laughed aloud. "How'd you guess?"
CHAPTER TEN
The real-estate broker looked up from his list. "I guess that's all the properties I have available in your price range just now, ladies."
Dex nodded. "Thank you for your trouble."
She walked out of the office and back to the rented car where Gena sat waiting. They had been looking at cabins and houses and plots of land for almost a week. Yet nothing they saw had fitted their dreams. Gena had grown gradually more irritable with each passing disappointment. She no longer wanted to go trekking through the countryside and stayed behind in the car while Dex continued with the pioneering.
Dex climbed in behind the wheel. "No dice," she said glumly.
"Uh huh. I didn't think so." Gena picked absently at a cuticle. "And that's the last place, isn't it."
Dex tried to maintain her optimism as she threw the shift stick into reverse and backed out of the gravel drive.
"Well, it's a pretty big country. We'll find something."
Dex waited, but Gena voiced no objection. They had talked about earning a living. Whether or not to get work while they were looking for a place to live or wait until they were settled down. The subject had trickled on and off all during the week. Once Gena had mentioned the possibility of moving closer to a metropolis but Dex had vetoed the idea. Living in Albany was only one small step away from moving back to New York.
"I don't want to go back to that grimy hotel," Gena commented into the silence.
"Then we won't." Dex stared at the dirt roads as the car rattled into spring potholes. She could feel something heavy looming overhead, waiting to drop. "We'll do whatever you like, dear."
Gena twisted around and pressed her body against the car door. "Whatever I like? That's a laugh."
Dex swallowed her anger. "For someone who's supposed to be interested in this project, you're not much of a help."
"I can't help," Gena answered without looking at Dex. "I don't know these back woods of yours. This isn't my territory. You're the Indian, Dex. You find us what we have to have."
"You don't seem to like anything I find."
Gena grunted with contempt. "Just find something without ants swarming all over the place and I'll be fine."
But Dex knew that the problem lay much deeper than ants. After their first day together, Gena had set herself up to be dissatisfied. At one house it had been the ants. At another it had been that the windows were too small. As the trivial reasons became obstacles to definite action, Dex had forced herself to examine the truth.
"Look, Gena," she said now. "You don't want us to take on one of the houses. You don't want to go back to the hotel. Maybe we will go to Albany after all."
Gena cleared her throat. "I've changed my mind about that," she said. "It's going to be dismal there. I just know it."
Dex remained silent. Gena's answer came as no surprise. "There's no pleasing you. Not out here, anyway." She glanced into the rearview mirror and watched bits of the village come and go in the scrap of reflection. Summer was coming on, but Gena hadn't been impressed at the idea of swimming in the river. Walking in the hills tired her unaccustomed feet.
"Supposing we go back to New York," Dex said, with a scientific calm.
Gena looked up from her fingernails. "You don't really want to do that." Her voice lifted with hope.
"But I will."
"I guess that's what you really want, Dex," Gena replied with energy. "You can go back to your old job and earn a decent living again. We'll get an apartment. A big, airy place up high. I'll decorate it and keep things nice and clean for you. I'm very orderly, Dex. You'll like living with me."
Dex heard in Gena's tone the first true signs of life since they'd gotten off the train. She nosed the car south toward the highway, wanting, somehow, to drive all the way home. Be alone with Gena, unmolested. A last five or six hours. Let the dream come to its end gradually, like a ship docking in from Europe.
"It's been fun," Dex muttered. She stepped hard on the gas pedal, merging the car into highway traffic.
They stopped at Hot Shoppes along the way. Every so often, Gena asked if they could maybe find a motel off the road instead of going directly home. Dex said no. She could not bring herself to linger, not even for the purpose of making love. Rather, she preferred to drive the ear at high speed with the radio on. She listened to the different stations coming through until at last, she recognized a beam from New York City.
A pale wash of dusk rose from the horizon and the air began to smell pungent with fumes. The odor brought back memories. Dex realized that inside her a network of feelings were beginning to stir. Expectancy rose with images attached. The sensation of Gena beside her began to lose its poignancy. Dex wondered if the lock on the door had been changed, if she would be able to unlock when she got home.
Home. The word sounded strange to her. Her apartment with Ryan was still home.
Dex paid the last toll and entered the city traffic that lumbered across the bridge. She glanced down the Hudson at the skyline half-lost in haze and growing darkness. The string of lights along Riverside Drive burned through the mist. She circled onto the Drive and headed toward the city, changing lanes frequently but smoothly among the more laggard cars.