"Those two!" she said. Then, "Oh, I shouldn't complain. I'll have a pool, won't I? You can come afternoons and swim with me. Like two rich bitches!"
True, Susie thought. The pool would be no dinky cheap thing, and yes, they would feel spoiled. However, she felt sure Clayton's pool was not to please Carla but to spite Brian.
Susie murmured, "And when the TV ball game starts, we're supposed to watch it and enjoy it."
"I hate baseball!" Carla gritted.
"Don't you have another TV down in the rec room?"
Carla, clearly in a rebellious mood, grinned and seized Susie's hand, rushed her to the kitchen to make drinks, then to the cellar rec room where they curled up on an old couch facing the TV.
Carla turned on the set but Susie scarcely saw it. She was studying the girl, her milky complexion, her pouting, rosy lower lip, the thrust of her breasts. Carla's skirt had hiked up, revealing sleek, full thighs, and Susie began to feel warm stirrings in her belly.
Abruptly Carla said, "I wonder if they both hump Brian's secretary! Some of the hints from office people – I mean, gang bang! One watches, waiting…"
"Your sex life isn't too great?"
"When Clayton is done with work, the ball game over, and he's finished his latest mystery novel, then I get laid."
Musing on it, Susie realized that the house next door to hers had indeed relieved her of anger, of spite, of resentment. She patted Carla's hand, comfortingly. It felt pleasantly soft and warm. Their fingers twined together.
She said, "The pricks think they're so necessary to us that we'll put up with anything. But I'll tell you, Carla, I can make my own living and loving, too."
Carla sighed.
"But all the men I meet are from their office, and they stick together – I couldn't even be unfaithful…"
"Women."
Carla laughed. "Susie, you're kidding!"
Susie moved closer, whispered, "I've learned the truth. What counts is affection and need."
"You mean you could – with a woman…"
"I have. And loved it." She could not explain about Kashmir Karma tea and swinging with the jiji inside, did not want to, for that belonged to her. But she whispered, "A woman knows just where to touch, and how, until you're panting and squirming and just love it!"
Carla was blushing.
Susie said, "Like this." She raised a hand to Carla's breasts, and with a fingertip drew a slow, feather-light circle around one crown. Carla was gazing wide-eyed at her. She made the next circle smaller, and even through bra and dress felt a hardening of the girl's nipple. Slowly, teasingly, she circled until it pegged out, a visible protrusion in Carla's dress.
Carla's jaw fell as she stared at the growing knob, then at Susie. Her eyes went round and Susie saw a reflection of herself when Rita first turned her on, except that Carla's eyes were brown; lovely they were, the lashes thick and dark.
Susie's fingertips left the nipple, trailed upward to the bare white slope of her breast, up to her throat, knowing well that a woman liked a caress to depart, leaving behind prickling flesh, rather than to insist, to worry a nipple until it was irritated, as men did.
"Susie, I can't believe – that you…"
Susie did not answer. Belief did not matter. Sensation did.
And Carla was feeling the tease all about her throat, up her cheeks, over sensitive ear lobes, around the nape of her neck, then ever so slowly down the mound of the other breast, over her dress front to a nipple that rose in anticipation and was partly firmed when Susie's palm lightly rubbed it, back and forth, circled, left it and stroked the near one.
Carla swallowed hard. "I feel all tickly."
Leaning closer, Susie whispered, "Close your eyes. Let it happen to you."
"I'm afraid, Susie!"
"Afraid of what? I'm not a man. I can't rape you. I'm not bigger or stronger. You can stop me with a word."
Carla did close her eyes to avoid Susie's gaze, though she remained tense.
Susie resumed the stroking, starting now on Carla wrists, into the palms of her hands, out her fingers, up her softly rounded arms. The feel of the girl's flesh inflamed her and she was full of missionary zeal. Susie urgently needed to teach what she had learned these past two days. How Carla's nipples were growing! Thick, protruding until the dress material about them tented. Her breasts were moving jerkily as her breathing grew shallow.
Susie bent to them and brushed her lips over a white mound.
Carla choked, "But – Susie – it's perverted!"
Kissing the hollow of the girl's throat, Susie murmured, "Men say that to keep us from finding out how good it is."
Her lips moved up to Carla's chin, which she kissed tenderly, then to Carla's velvety cheeks, the most teasing of brushing lip movements.
Carla stiffened, fighting it.
Susie drew back cautiously, for a moment did not touch her.
Carla licked her lips. She was still breathing hard.
Then she whispered, "Susie, it feels like you – care – about me. Not like a person who's horny who just wants to get into my panties."
Susie raised the girl's hand to her mouth and kissed the palm, judging that sufficient answer.
As she kissed the hand it rose, fingers touching tentatively at her cheeks, then the palm caressing, moving to her hair and stroking it.
Carla murmured, "Your cheek is so soft, your hair silky. I like touching it."
Slim fingers furrowed Susie's hair to the nape of her neck, where they clung as Susie leaned to her and brushed her lips over Carla's closed eyes.
Susie whispered, "Would you like me to kiss you?"
Carla gave a shiver. After a long pause she murmured, "I think so."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Susie went at the kiss with infinite caution, first lingering about Carla's mouth, then following these caresses with her tongue-tip, not touching her moist red lips, which by then were quivering. When she at last drew a wet line between them they parted and she felt the jerky waves of heat as the girl panted. At last she pressed her open mouth to Carla's.
The response came as a quivering, then a slackness, giving space to tongue in. Never pressing, she let it seem a sharing by softly rolling her lips over the other's, letting her tongue-tip dawdle a moment inside, then voluptuously smearing it over Carla's plump and creamy-slick lower lip.
The hand at the nape of Susie's neck tightened, drew her closer and abruptly Carla's tongue came into her mouth.
Then she gasped, "Susie, I love it!"
Their mouths formed a suction then, tongues wagging together inside, while Susie caressed the girl's breasts and Carla squirmed. The kiss ended with gasps, and they hugged each other, silent as they panted for breath.
To Susie's delight, Carla was kissing her throat in long, wet sucks, then rubbing her cheek, her nose, under Susie's chin and murmuring, "I love the taste and the feel of you. Oh, Susie, what I've missed. It's so sweet. And harmless. I mean, not like cheating on my husband. It is harmless, isn't it?"
"What's harmful is not loving people," Susie sighed, caressing the girl's plump breasts. To get at them she reached around her girl friend and found her zipper tab, began working it down.
"Susie!" Carla cried. "You must not do that. Suppose the men come down here?"
"Let them. They'll see we don't need their crap, that we're alive and happy without them."
"You're so bold," Carla sighed, burrowing closer and kissing Susie's throat. "I wouldn't dare!"
But she let Susie zip her dress open and unhook her bra.
"We'll show those two pricks!" Susie swore fiercely, dipping her hands into Carla's dress, into the loose bra cups, and cuddling her breasts into her hands. Hot, so hot and heavy, and the nipples long and hard, such luscious tits that Susie trembled with excitement and, mouthing her new lover's ear, whispered hoarsely, "I'm going to kiss your breasts, honey, lick your nipples, I'm gonna suck them until you cum!"