What was the matter with him?
As much as he hated to admit it, he was having at least a small problem dealing with the idea of Merril making it with someone else.
He didn't even know who she had hooked up with, and he realized that in a way he didn't want to know.
But still, her presence hovered above him, even now in the aftermath of the most satisfying fuck he had ever experienced.
Get rid of it, he told himself.
But it was easier to say than to actually make it a reality. After all, he was still human and, like it or not, he loved Merril.
CHAPTER SIX
As Dick and Alecia were basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Merril was leading Sue Ellen into a suite of rooms on the second floor of the chalet. They had talked for a while in the living room, and when Merril had suggested that they retire upstairs, Sue Ellen had gone along with the idea readily enough.
Both were feeling relaxed and comfortable; Merril primarily as a result of the alcohol she had consumed, and Sue Ellen because she had relatively few inhibitions to begin with.
"Wow! Would you look at this?" Merril clamored when she stuck her head into the bathroom. It was enormous, with a tub big enough for at least four people that was sunken beneath the level of the floor. On the walls and ceiling surrounding it were an assortment of mirrors.
"Not bad," Sue Ellen drawled, sipping from her wine glass as she surveyed the layout. "Want to take a bath together?"
"I was hoping you'd say that," Merril admitted. "I know," Sue Ellen smiled in return. "You've never been with another woman, have you?"
"No."
"Well, we can just take a little old bath and see what happens," the winked, beginning to run some hot water into the three-foot deep basin. "Here. Unbutton me," she continued, turning around and presenting her back to Merril.
The latter woman took a last stiff pull from her drink, set it down on a counter, and moved forward. She still wasn't certain why she had chosen to be with Sue Ellen; perhaps it was because the idea of being with a woman wasn't as threatening as being with a man right now.
Besides, she had to admit that Sue Ellen intrigued her. There was an odd, very personal kind of sensuousness about her that came through in everything she did.
She would be a good teacher.
After am fastening Sue Ellen's buttons, the dress she was wearing slipped quietly to the floor. Now she had nothing on but her bra and panties. As Merril unfastened the bra, she could feel the other woman's tits spring free in front, as if the bra had been holding them to her chest.
Then, with Sue Ellen still facing the other way, Merril helped her out of her panties.
Not bad, Merril decided. Although Sue Ellen was a little heavy, her skin was tight and her muscles beneath were firm.
Not bad at all.
Then Sue Ellen turned around and Merril revised her opinion considerably.
Sue Ellen's tits were enormous! They hung down in front of her soft melons each cupped with a huge, soft nipple. The latter were not erect yet, leaving it to Merril's imagination to figure out what they would look like when she was excited.
Sue Ellen could tell that Merril liked what she was easing, and the realization brought the first tingles of anticipation deep into her furry cunt.
She reached out and began to undress Merril. This was accomplished easily enough, since she was wearing only a long dress with no bra beneath it.
"Nice…" Sue Ellen breathed, taking in Merril's long slim body in a sweeping glance.
For a long moment the two of them looked at each other, a study in contrasts, one a short, nicely-rounded woman and the other tall and slim with the figure of a model.
Sue Ellen turned and climbed into the steaming water of the tub. Merril followed her.
"Now," Sue Ellen whispered, "you just relax and let me gin you a bath. You'll like it, I promise."
She was right.
Starting with Merril's toes, she worked her way up her entire body, bathing it in a fragrant soap that had been supplied for them.
As she reached Merril's cunt, the slim woman could feel herself beginning to tense up. But as soon as the Southern woman's fingers began to rub the soap sensuously into her tingling snatch, she relaxed, letting her love juice flow naturally in response to the stimulation.
But Sue Ellen didn't linger there for long; just long enough to achieve her primary goal, which was to get Merril primed and ready for what would come later.
Finally the bath was finished.
Sue Ellen handed the soap to Merril, who began immediately to repeat the process with her teacher, but instead of starting with her feet, she started with her shoulders.
And then her tits.
They were amazing; soft and fleshy. As she massaged them, they moved all over Sue Ellen's chest, slipping and sliding.
"Mmmmmmm… that's nice…" Sue Ellen breathed, felling her nipples harden in Merril's hands.
But Merril, too, was intent on keeping things going. So instead of lingering on Sue Ellen's tits as she would have liked to, she let her soapy fingers slide down across the other woman's soft stomach, finding their way finally to her clit, which she washed thoroughly as the rest of her body.
As soon as Merril was finished, Sue Ellen dipped under the water, then climbed out and begun to buff herself dry with a towel.
For a long moment Merril watched, transfixed by the sight of Sue Ellen's tit, bouncing and jiggling with each stroke of the towel.
Finally, when they both were dry, they went into the bedroom. Next to the bed there was a chalice filled with what Sue Ellen recognized a massage oil. Taking it in her hands, she held it out to Merril, saying, "I'd love to get my body all slick and slimy, don't you?"
Merril didn't know what to say; she had never thought about it.
But she complied with Sue Ellen's wishes, taking a double handful of the warm oil and rubbing it into every inch of Sue Ellen's skin, taking special care to see to it that Sue Ellen's big tits and soft, rounded ass got more than their share of the shiny stuff.
When she was finished, she suddenly understood why Sue Ellen liked to have this done to her, it looked, Merril thought, as if the woman's entire body were covered with cunt juice. Not a bad idea, Merril smiled.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"About how nice it's gonna be to bury my face in your…"
"My what?" Sue Ellen prodded.
"Your cunt." There. She had said it. And now that she had finally said it, Merril suddenly realized that she wanted to say it again.
"I want to eat your cunt," she said in a low voice, strangely exhilarated to hear such words coming from her own mouth.
She began to move forward.
Sue Ellen, sitting in the dim light on the side of the bed, spread her legs wide, giving Merril a perfect view of her cunt. Merril dropped to her knees in front of Sue Ellen, then reached up with her hands and began to massage Sue Ellen's huge tits, fibbing them up and down just as she had a few moments ago in the bathroom, feeling them squish and slide in her grasp, the taut nipples pushing against her palm.
"Mmmmmmm…" purred Sue Ellen, beginning to move her body in response to what was happening to her. She was starting to twist and writhe now, her soft body undulating provocatively in Merril's grasp.
Slowly, with infinite patience and tenderness, Merril allowed her hands to slide down until finally they were both on the insides of Sue Ellen's soft, creamy thighs. These she parted even wider, placing the other woman's legs over her shoulder.
Then she leaned forward.
When her lips were just half an inch away from Sue Ellen's hungry cunt, she stopped, blowing on the parted lips, fanning the heat that she could sense coming from Sue Ellen's cunt.