May was going crazy – moaning, babbling loudly in half-words, shipping her loins in a frenzy of climactic lust.
Jonni was sending a thought-message to Sondra who was sleeping on the hide-a-bed in the next room: See how your mother loves it, baby? Doesn't it sound like fun? Wouldn't you like to try it, too? Aren't you curious?
The apartment was a crackerbox. She knew Sondra could hear her mother climaxing… could hear the creak of the bed… and knew what was causing it. There were no secrets. Sondra had seen all of Jonni's dildoes.
The first irresistible opportunity to make a play for Sondra came a few days later. May had to go downtown to the welfare office for a compulsory interview… something to do with her eligibility and an adjustment of the money allowed her for Sondra on ADC.
Of course the welfare people didn't know the woman May shared an apartment with was a dyke. When the social worker came around, Jonni was either out or quickly put on a dress and acted disgustingly straight.
Sondra was sprawled on the floor, doing homework, when Jonni came home. Jonni drove a cab.
Sondra wore a minijumper over a dark green top. She lay on her stomach with her lovely legs spread. Her crotch showed. She wore cheap white panties.
Jonni got a hot sensation in her belly. She stared at the girl for a minute, then went into the bedroom to change. She came out a moment later wearing a red lounge suit. She sat on the floor beside Sondra. "Baby, I have to ask you something."
Sondra looked up expectantly. Her bright brown eyes seemed very wise. "What?" She was actually as beautiful, in her more negroid way, as her mother. Her large, round breasts were like firm pillows against the old carpet.
Jonni said, "I guess you hear May and me making it at night, don't you?"
Sex happened maybe twice a week.
"I guess so." Sondra looked back to her school-work. She fiddled with her pencil.
"Do you think it's wrong?"
The girl shrugged, not meeting Jonni's eyes, "I don't know. If she likes it."
Jonni nodded. "I treat you and May nice, don't I?"
"Yes."
"Then you ought to be nice to me, too."
Wary. "How?"
"Well you lay over onto your back and I'll show you."
"I don't want you trying what you do to Mom."
"I won't. I promise. I just want to touch you a little bit. You're a beautiful girl, Sondra. You've got a beautiful little body. There's nothing wrong with me appreciating it a little bit. You can let me do that, after all I've done for you and May."
"Just so you don't try to use any of those rubber things." Sondra pushed her loose-leaf binder and school books aside and rolled over onto her back. "What are you going to do?" Sondra was tense and afraid. She lay with her hands clenched at her sides.
Jonni edged closer. She reached out and put her hand on the girl's stomach. She let it lie there and she said, "I had a funny fare today in my taxi…"
Jonni told the story and made Sondra laugh. The girl relaxed and Jonni idly rubbed the girl's stomach through her clothes.
After ten minutes of stories about odd customers, after widening the strokings of her hand to the large globes of the girl's breasts and to the deep V of her crotch, Jonni suggested, "Let's take off some of your clothes, why don't we."
"You want me to get naked?"
Jonni nodded, her throat tight.
"Promise you'll only just do what you've been doing? Just rub me?"
"Promise."
"It kind of feels good, rubbing like that." Sondra sat up and permitted Jonni to undo her jumper and pull it down to her waist, and lifted herself to allow it to be pulled past her hips and down her legs.
Jonni's hands shook as she pulled the green top up and exposed Sondra's large round breasts in their cheap white bra cups.
Sondra raised her arms and Jonni pulled the garment up and off.
Sondra sat in bra and panties, a luscious brown virgin, aware of her too well developed body, almost afraid of it, afraid of Jonni.
Sondra asked, knowing the answer, "All naked?"
Jonni nodded, unable to speak. She was breathing irregularly.
Sondra pouted and hesitated. She looked searchingly into Jonni's eyes, then reached awkwardly behind her back to undo her bra hooks.
Jonni managed., "Let me." She shifted to behind the girl and coped with the tight straps that were indented into Sondra's mouth, buttery-brown flesh, "You can lay back now."
Sondra grabbed a pillow from the nearby hide-a-bed sofa and fell back with it clutched tight under her neck and head. She giggled and flopped. Her loose bra had slipped aside. The big cups were awry and both high-mounded breasts were exposed. Sondra lay breathing fast, watching Jonni. She wet her full lips. She said, "You're breathing funny."
Jonni whispered, "So are you." She smiled. Her face felt stiff and unnatural. She deliberately delayed touching the girl's large, perfect brown breasts.
The girl lay waiting while Jonni stared.
"Aren't you going to do anything?"
Jonni pulled the bra away. She said, astonished and delighted, "Your nipples are larger than May's."
"I know. That means I should nurse my babies a lot, doesn't it?"
"I don't think so. I don't think it means anything. Why mess around with men and have children?" Jonni put a trembling hand on Sondra's right breast. She closed her eyes. Her breath caught.
The deep flesh was so warm and firm! She caressed the breast with knowing skill, tracing with her fingertip enticing patterns around and over the stiffening nipple… and lightly running her fingers and palm over and around the full, velvety, globular mound.
Her other hand went to Sondra's other breast. Jonni kept her eyes closed. She enjoyed to the fullest the touching. She whispered, "Do you like it, Sondra? Do you like it?"
"Umm-hmmm."
Jonni thrilled to the answer. She ached to do more… but she had to go slow. She caressed the girl's breasts for long moments, stroking the prominent nipples to puffed sensitivity. She opened her eyes and noted Sondra's quick breathing, her parted lips, her beginning restlessness, her slight flush. Sondra's eyes were now closed.
Jonni breathed, "Little darling, I'm going to kiss you."
Sondra did not say no.
Jonni leaned over and touched her mouth to Sondra's dry, hot lips. Sondra did not turn her head. Her eyelashes fluttered.
Jonni held the light kiss, the innocent, marginal, uninvolving kiss, for long seconds measured by her thudding heart… and by the feel of Sondra's fast heartbeat under her left breast.
Jonni brushed her lips over Sondra's high forehead, pecked her nose, her cheeks, then kissed the pulsing hollow of the girl's throat. She was lured back to those wide, soft, full, parted lips. She kissed Sondra more firmly, more sensually.
The girl made a sound in her throat but didn't resist. Her lush, yielding mouth opened more and responded.
Jonni shivered with joy. She caressed the large, perfect brown breasts and deepened the sweet, intoxicating kiss. She moved her mouth erotically, excitingly, over the girl's mouth… and then was unable to resist using her tongue to lick the girl's glowing lips, around the full contours, in to the inner surfaces.
Jonni's nostrils flared as her suddenly hungry lungs needed air. She moaned softly to herself, and sought Sondra's tongue… and with her hand explored the smooth-skinned path under the girl's panties to the plump mound, and clown into the hot juncture of the full thighs to the vulva's lips – those intimate, lower lips she wanted to kiss and lick and enter!
Sondra writhed and twisted in minor objection, tightened her thighs, but did not break the kiss. She finally lay restlessly passive as the kiss deepened and became all flickering tongue and wet, warm, moving lips.
Jonni insinuated her hand deeper into the girl's hot, moist crotch, and her fingers pressed in tiny, provocative pressures against the gradually puffing vulva lips.