“Touch mine with your tongue. We'll teach each other,” Ruth said.
I remembered the little snake I had seen. His tongue had flicked out quick and ruby-red, and Jane flicked her tongue out like that. Ruth got to her feet.
Ruth stood queening. Jane, on her knees, swayed forward, and her head rested on Ruth's thighs.
“French me,” Ruth said.
The girl threw her head back and sucked.
“My little drunken Sapphic flute girl,” Ruth said. “I shall give her a mirror of burnished copper, and a carved olive box of trinkets.”
She looked triumphantly at me.
“I'll let you wear my new morning coat,” Jane said to Ruth.
“Do you remember something Catullus wrote about some Roman soldiers who came and killed the lover of a flute girl and then fucked her?” Ruth asked me.
“I remember it,” I said.
“They told her she must learn to play a new flute and then made her go down on them.”
“I said I remembered it.”
“You don't have to snap at me. Bill, give my little flute girl a new flute to play.”
Jane did not turn her head away when she saw me coming toward her. But she was unsteady by herself, and she caught herself with her hands to keep from falling to the floor when Ruth went away from her. She started to crawl to the couch.
“She wants another drink,” Ruth said.
“I've drunk too much,” said Jane.
I lifted her and then changed my mind and set her down again. Ruth sat on the floor with us and held my prick in her hands while I held Jane.
“Men have too much hair,” Jane said.
“Not too much,” said Ruth.
She combed her fingers through my hair and patted it down, and then she put her face down to it and flattened it with her tongue. Everything she did she did very slowly now, and she licked my hair and then my prick. Jane watched when she did, but she did not say anything, and she did not move in my arms.
“There doesn't seem to be so much when it's wet. It was just fluffy,” Ruth said.
I hugged Jane's tits against my chest, and they were tense and sharp-pointed, with nipples not so large as, but harder than Ruth's. When I moved back so that I could support myself on the couch I let Jane slip partly through my arms, and she lay with some of her weight on me and some of it on Ruth, and both of us made love to her. I was almost as interested in watching Ruth loving her up as I was in jazzing her myself, but I could not understand the strange way the girl had, and that annoyed me. Call it snobbery. If there was to be detachment, I wanted it to be my detachment. If anybody was making a social study, that was supposed to be me.
Ruth speared the girl with her fingers, and then I pushed my fingers into Jane's cunt. We took turns at jerking her off, and sometimes we did it together. It was very exciting, doing it together, and eventually Jane began to feel our excitement and be part of it herself.
“Hold your fingers this way,” Ruth said.
She showed Jane how to hold my prick when she jerked me off. Both of them held my prick, and I put one hand on Ruth's pussy and one on Jane's. They were sticking their fingers into each other's cunts, and it all began to seem badly mixed up.
“You mustn't be bashful about doing anything you want to do,” Ruth said.
“I'm not bashful,” Jane said.
She kept one hand around my prick and her other on Ruth's cunt.
“Go down on him. Put his cock in your mouth and suck it,” Ruth said.
Jane did nothing.
“Or I'll do it myself.”
Ruth stuck the end of my prick in her mouth. Her teeth knifed over it, and she sucked hard. Jane let go of my prick and Ruth stopped Frenching.
“There was something on the end of it,” Jane said. “It seemed to be coming out of it.”
“And it tasted good, like your cunt.”
Jane did nothing, and did not say anything.
“Why the hell won't you go down, you cunt?” Ruth said.
Jane looked at the hand that Ruth had yanked back to my cock and was cruising around it.
“Ever since we came here you've been watching him with that hungry calf look of yours, and now that I'm helping you to get what you want, you act this way! What's wrong with you?” Ruth shouted.
“Will you shut up?” I said.
Jane looked stubborn. Ruth chewed her under lip. Then she patted the girl's arm.
“All right,” said Jane.
“I'm silly,” Ruth said.
“All right.”
Ruth held Jane's head between her crooked arm and her body and held my cock in her other hand. The lipstick which Ruth had put on my cock was still there, making the end a lot redder than the girl's lips.
Jane's lips, which were slightly parted, did not open more nor close, and Ruth pushed her down until they touched my prick, but still they did not move one way or the other.
Ruth tapped my prick upon Jane's mouth, and she rubbed it from one corner to the other. I saw Jane's lips moisten first with the stuff that came from my cock and then with her saliva. The end of my prick pushed her lips back from her teeth.
Jane took the end in her mouth the way Ruth had done, but after a moment she took more of it. Her tongue moved slowly around my prick. She held my balls after Ruth put them into her hands, and slipped them about in my scrotum. Her eyes closed.
“If you shoot now I'll shoot you,” Ruth said. “What kind of an asshole do you think I am?” I asked.
“You have a delightfully refreshing sense of morality. Old New England stock, I suppose?”
She pushed Jane over and I turned on my side and kept giving it to the girl. Ruth got behind me and put her head between my legs. Jane jerked away. Ruth laughed.
“It's all right,” she said. “There's plenty of room for both of us, and you might as well see how it's done, because someday you may be glad to share a man with another girl.”
“Sure,” I said. “That's all right.” Jane waited to see what Ruth was going to do. Ruth licked the bottom side of my prick several times and then she grabbed my balls in her mouth.
“Don't mind her. She's like that a lot of the time,” I said.
Jane put my prick in her mouth again, but this time before she did that she wiped the stuff from the end of it with her tongue. Because she couldn't get at my balls any longer she put her hands around my prick and jerked me off, and I wondered if I would really be such an asshole if I shot then. “That's all,” Ruth said. “What the hell,” I said.
Ruth pulled Jane away from me and held her in her arms as though I might try to steal her. She looked good enough to steal.
“I didn't like that look in your eye. Fix the radio, will you?”
The station had signed off. I got up and hunted around the dial for another station. Then I made a drink for myself and sat down by the radio and watched Ruth with the girl. Ruth had Jane on her back, and she was kneeling over her with her hands pressing down her shoulders.
“You cocksucker,” she said. She put her face close to Jane's and laughed very hard.
“You cocksucker.”
She repeated it several times.
“Cut it out, for Christ's sake,” I said.
Jane looked straight at Ruth.
“You cocksucker,” Ruth said.
“God damn it!” I shouted.
“I'm not hurting her.”
Ruth patted the girl's cheek and then she bent over her with her ass turned toward me and kissed Jane from head to feet. She looked back at me.
“She's so soft,” she said. “It's funny.”
“Christ, it's hilarious,” I said.
The radio was fading and I turned it up and then down again. I got another station.
Ruth folded Jane in her arms and socked it up to her. She got her legs between the girl's and jazzed. She stopped after a couple of minutes, and they rubbed their pussies together. Jane started to say something, stopped, turned her head to one side, and Ruth bent close to her.
“What?” she said. “What did you say?”
The girl said something.