She felt the roots of her hair being pulled as Gena's fingers tightened, tangling, grasping with the increasing urgency of her need.
And then Gena's body seemed to burst wide. She kicked wide and high, releasing herself with a small, rasping shriek that seemed more like pain than ecstasy.
She shoved Dex's mouth down tightly, forcing the tongue as deep inside her quivering cunt as she could. Dex could feel the walls of her pussy tremble as she suddenly gushed and peaked, drenching Dex's nose, mouth and chin with her juices.
Dex reached a hand up and felt the contractions rolling through the girl's belly. She waited till the peak had passed on. Then, lifting her head, Dex peered into the girl's panting, perspiring face.
Dex swallowed. Her smile was lopsided and savage. Her face was slicked down and flushed.
"You're right," she said hoarsely. "We have to go into the bedroom."
CHAPTER TWO
Dex watched the little smile of triumph play over Gena's lips. She reminded Dex of a little mouse that had gotten the cheese out of the trap and run off with it. She touched Dex's ear lightly and sat up.
"I'm hungry," she said.
Dex winced. Was this a time to think of food? Dex leaned over to kiss her breasts. "What would you like?" she said against the warm flesh.
"French toast," Gena said instantly, her voice full of bounce.
"God," Dex groaned. "Won't you settle for an egg?"
"I hate eggs."
"What about Wheaties?"
"You're making fun of me."
Dex pressed her mouth into the cleavage and stayed there for a long moment. Gena's breasts were warm and firm as they pressed in on both sides of her face. The sweet odor of Blue Grass and young sweat were intoxicating. As she pulled her head away she noticed that both nipples were still erect.
"Yes, I am," she said, finally replying to Gena's remark.
But she forced herself to sit up and away from Gena so that she could concentrate on getting her a satisfactory meal. Good old Dex, she thought to herself. Ready when you need her; a mother to all.
She stifled a sigh. The sooner this eating business was over with, the sooner they could return to important matters.
Dex stood up and pointed herself straight for the kitchen, trying to ignore the naked girl prancing beside her. Yet she couldn't help watching Gena from the side of her eye. The girl was rosy pink all over like a cherub that had just taken a hot bath. Her breasts stood up with a firm individuality. Her ass jiggled. Its roundness had just recently lost its baby fat.
Precocious little bitch, Dex thought.
The challenge of Gena brought out a vague sense of foreboding. How easy it was to smile with amusement at the girl. To appreciate her antics as though she were watching somebody else's adventure on film. Yet this wasn't the movies, and it wasn't anybody's life except her own, Dex reminded herself. She knew she would have to be careful with Gena, not for the girl's sake, but for her own. Gena could and had made her jump. What had started as a one-night stand, part sex, part revenge for Ryan's non-appearance, had thrown her into a position to get walked all over again.
Yes, she would have to be careful with Gena… or somehow things were going to get way out of hand.
They reached the kitchen. Gena stood bending over with expectancy as Dex pulled the refrigerator door open.
"Sorry," Dex said, as they both stared into empty shelves. A small half-opened tin of anchovies lay at the far end of the bottom beside three sections of a peeled orange.
"Oh, don't worry." Gena gave her a resounding kiss on the side of the neck. "I don't mind if you take me out to breakfast. I don't want to see you working anyway."
"That's kind of you," Dex replied acidly and slapped Gena smartly on the ass.
Gena giggled and danced out of reach, her blonde curls bobbing.
"I'll be dressed in a sec."
"No doubt," Dex muttered, closing the cold door and leaning against it. The itchy heat between her thighs would not stop. She could still feel the wetness, the swollenness of her labia, the cruel lack of release inside her. Her cunt ached for attention.
From a safe distance, she watched Gena pulling on the lace panties, saw them rise up on her fresh, full thighs and cover the mound of blond curls still wet from Dex's own mouth. Seeing her pussy disappear under the lace reminded her of the taste of sex in her mouth, the reek of it in her nostrils. Gena slipped her slacks on coyly, then pulled the jersey on over her head. Dex knew she felt her eyes on her, watching her body disappear from her hungry view. She slipped her jersey over her upturned breasts, catching the bottom edge of it on the tips of her nipples, pink and still rubbery hard, then cupping the full mounds, and finally pulling the jersey down tight and tucking it into her slacks. Her breasts poked at the flimsy jersey material, teasing Dex's eyes, saying come and get me.
Dex pursed her lips with a tremor of annoyance. Her own reactions were so strange, so tense, that she could barely recognize them as her own. What was she doing, chasing after a kid like this? And how come the kid was winning the game?
"Well, are you coming?" Gena called.
Dex went after her without a word now. Best to get breakfast over with quickly. Then Gena would be in a relaxed mood again and come across.
The morning had sped on. It was almost ten a.m. when they reached Dex's favorite all-night diner on Tenth Avenue. They walked into the clatter of dishes and bustling waitresses. A thick and pungent aroma of coffee mingled with the frying of bacon. Somehow, the atmosphere calmed Dex. She could always count on this diner as a place of refuge when everything else seemed all wrong.
She sipped black coffee and watched Gena put away two orders of French toast along with a double side order of sausages.
"Why don't you eat something, too?" Gena asked between mouthfuls.
"I'm not a growing girl, I guess," Dex grinned.
Gena lifted her shoulders and looked genuinely unhappy for a second. Dex patted her hand for reassurance. Gena was obviously doing her best to get it over with quickly. She wasn't purposely out to give anyone a hard time, Dex knew.
As they walked back to the house, Gena's springy step was quieter. Her body was close to Dex as though she wanted to snuggle in close and go to sleep.
Dex's mind wandered to a comforting picture of the sexy little body curled up naked beside her in the bed. She pictured the beautiful little mouth wet from her kisses and the juice of her cunt. She would possess her, feel her tongue leaping between her labia, licking her clit. In return she would do the same, repeating her hungry eating of Gena's blonde pussy. The tight mounds of her pointed breasts mixed in fantasy with her round buttocks, snowy white and fleshy. She could devour the girl in one gulp, she thought moodily, and still not be satisfied. Gena was sex, not love. She couldn't begin to satisfy the jumbled emotions in Dex's heart.
Dex pictured them in sixty-nine position, sucking each other to exhaustion. Gena's pert rump would bob and shiver as she peaked, climaxed and came over and over. Gripping each other tightly, they would continue sucking and licking until they were too worn out to move a tongue, a lip or a finger.
The exhaustion of their sex would do some good. Dex was sure of that. It wouldn't satisfy the building sense of loss as month after month Ryan played the field behind her back, staying out all night, going from woman to woman and maybe even to a man. It was intolerable. The abuse she felt from Ryan's attitude could not be satisfied by a romp in bed. But it could help her forget for a while.
As they walked back to the building, Gena's springy step had disappeared. It was now matched as well as possible with her own pace. Dex smiled to herself. The girl was trying, after all. She was just a kid out for a good time, but she was sensitive. She must feel something wrong, thought Dex.