At the latticework gate she paused, saw that even today the Morning Glories had vined higher on the wire fence. Soon enough they would cut off the last view from her house.
She had another drink, thinking that she would have to be on one side of the Morning Glories or the other.
She opened the gate, went in and climbed the porch steps. There was a light in the kitchen. Outside the last pink of day was fading.
In the kitchen she heard a jingling sound, like tiny bells.
She called, "It's Susie from next door," and went in.
A girl was making tea. Susie did not know her. This had to be Willa, Phil's girl friend, a blond much tinier than Susie would have guessed from Nick's water color sketch. She was wearing an absurd collection of beads and bracelets, bangles and rings. She had green eyes, huge in a heart-shaped little face, a figure eel-slim except for pouty breasts half concealed by bead necklaces. From a bead belt strings of beads hung over her pussy and also in her rear cleft, leaving her plumply rounded white hips bare. A dozen bracelets adorned each arm and more jangled on her ankles while her fingers and toes glittered with glass-knobbed rings.
She said, "Susie, you've been in a fight?"
Susie glanced at her tangled clothing. "I won," she grinned.
Then she went to Willa and gave her the expected tongue kiss.
The soft wetness of the girl's mouth and the slippery vining of her little tongue quite took Susie's breath away. Besides that, a hand cupped on her one completely bare breast, brushed tantalizingly over the cap. The caress left no doubt in Susie's mind that Willa shared Rita's swinging view, and she responded by caressing a round little hip and firm ass cheek, both as slick as marble, but warm, deliciously warm.
"Welcome to the Zoo," Willa breathed when their lips had parted. "Susie, you're even tastier-looking than I'd heard, even though Phil said you gave him the hardest erection of his life. Made me jealous, that did."
Susie saw dark glints in the girl's green eyes and a certain flaring of her tiny nostrils.
"You're angry about that?" she asked.
Willa sighed. "Our rule is, no jealousy. I don't own Phil. But I have a temper. Well, a cup of tea will settle me down. Are you joining us for tea?"
"May I?"
Willa grinned. "Hey, girl, they'd kill me if I turned you away. The fight you were in – was it with your husband?"
Susie nodded.
Willa said, "I had a husband once, the asshole. Well, screw him. Are you going to put on a costume? Everybody's done up for masquerade tonight."
Susie remembered the pint of whiskey in her hand. She set it down beside the teapot.
"Great," Willa said. "I'll spike the Kashmir Karma with it."
Susie started off toward the wardrobe. At the door, Willa called and she paused.
The girl said, "I heard about your oversize clit, Susie. I'm more jealous of that than about your making Phil so hard."
Susie laughed.
Willa seemed like fun, she thought. A bit prickly, maybe, but full of life.
In the wardrobe she took down her wood-nymph tunic, pressed the soft material to her face and in its warm security thought of the horrible moment when, sucking Carla's cunt, licking the girl through orgasm, the men had appeared.
How long had they been watching?
Would Brian dare follow her here?
I'm a worm who has turned, Brian. And don't forget that word worm, because my clit is sort of earthwormy, long and slick and pink, and it's mine, it's me, and Willa is jealous of it. I guess it is abnormal, and I know that to you my lesbian side seems perverted but I have some friends who like me, Brian, who are fond of me and horny for me. So there.
Susie stripped off her dress and tangled bra, hung them up and slipped into the tunic, sighing sensually as the feathery softness settled on her left shoulder and breast and molded to her hips. She went to the swing room and found a comb. Susie preened her hair before the mirror on the back of the door and stroked her bare right breast, arousing the cap to its conical protuberance. She felt kittenishly sensual. She made a purring sound. She turned up her skirt and studied her pussy, the lip hair still moist and inclined to mat. The pink nub of her clit gleamed through the furriness. She thought, It's rather shaggy twat hair! Pleasantly soft to the touch, but somewhat uneven.
Gwen had suggested shaving it, to show off her clit and be proud of its abnormal length.
What would Brian think of that!
Still combing, she went to the chest of drawers and found some lipstick scattered among the jiji eggs. She chose a tube, salmon-colored, smeared her lips before the mirror and then the cap of her exposed breast. That made her giggle.
Hearing voices in the library, she went there and found the gang sitting on the floor around a low, Japanese-style table, drinking tea from bamboo cups, Willa in her beads, Rita wearing a sarong and leis – flower necklaces, Gwen in a silky green turban and a diaphanous sari of saffron muslin spiraled gracefully about her. Nick had on his baseball cap and shorts, no need to costume, or did his beard serve that purpose? Howard wore a sarong like his wife's and doubled leis, and Phil a kilt in red and black plaid. And what did a Scotsman wear under his kilt? Pink nylon panties?
Susie was smiling broadly, her eyes misty with affection as she kissed each of her odd friends in turn. She had not previously seen them all together, and they seemed terribly strange in their clashing colors, each dressed to act out a fantasy.
She took a bamboo cup of Kashmir Karma spiked with Brian's whiskey and sat watching Howard, in conversation with Willa, stroking her thigh. As Willa had just said, jealousy was barred, and Rita beamed at the two of them while swinging her cup to the beat of the rock music coming from the next room.
Phil was sitting cross-legged, his kilt piled over his crotch. Was he wearing pink panties?
What were they talking about? The vegetable garden, the wallpaper design Nick and Susie had painted, how Willa had just been promoted from secretary to administrative assistant at her office. She would rather have a pay raise, she said.
A half cup of tea softened Susie, broadened her smile, filled her with a sensual glow. Thus when she spoke to Gwen, who sat beside her, she caressed the girl's hand and arm to gain her attention. And Gwen, likewise feeling no pain, returned the gesture as she turned to Susie.
Susie whispered, "Gwen, I want to shave it off."
Gwen gazed down at Susie's crotch, veiled by the blue tunic skirt. She murmured, "If you are ready. If you wish to flaunt it, to show off your pussy, especially your clit."
To be honest, Susie knew she wanted to do it as a slap in Brian's face, a challenge, a show of independence.
But she said, "I want to be proud of me, every inch of me!"
"Take a minute to think it over." Susie did, and drank down her tea. Then she told Gwen she was ready.
What Susie had had in mind was simply snip snip with a scissors, lather and razor, but Gwen did not do things that way.
Susie found herself lying nude on the yoga platform, a cushion under her behind. Gwen, Rita, and Willa hovered over her, having ordered the men to remain in the library. Solemnly they watched as Gwen scissored away mound hair.
Each snip pulled the hair, tugged her crotch, and maybe it was the effect of the tea and whiskey, but the snipping felt as sexy as tongue-lashes in her slit. And the girls bowed over her. Their titties hung out. That warmed her. She reached out to caress Rita's hand and Willa's smooth thigh. This act, she guessed, was like their costuming, a means of projecting into fantasy. Or simply a way of looking anew at themselves?
She probed the bead skirt hanging between Willa's legs, found fleecy pussy hair that she stroked while the scissors snipped and tufts of hair piled up in a lacquered bowl that Rita held. Then came the lathering, with a brush painting coolness down each side to her anus and beyond. They had made her jack up her legs. She was utterly exposed, and every stroke of the brush, now the razor, made her vagina twitch wetly. Willa began stroking her tittie, and she smiled on seeing the crown bloat. Her eyelids became leaden, and she gazed with lust at the three girls as her pussy was slowly scraped smooth, and foamy stuff piled up on the hair in the bowl.