"And men are not the only ones I'm interested in," Marge said.
There was a sharp crash as June dropped her coffee cup into the saucer. Coffee splashed onto the table. Then June jumped up, knocking the cup to the floor.
"Gee, if I knew you would react like that, I wouldn't have told you," Marge said with a giggle.
"Don't be silly," June said. "The cup merely slipped. Really, I'm not as innocent as you might think."
"Really?" Marge asked. "You mean you've made it with other chicks?"
Marge saw June's body heave. June was picking up the broken cup, but she was shaking so badly that her hands trembled.
Marge could read June like a book. She had known other women like June – women who were fascinated with lesbianism, but who had never let themselves experience it.
"No, I've never made it with another woman," June said, a hard edge coming into her voice. "That's not what I meant. I only mean that I believe…"
June stopped talking when she turned around and found Marge standing a foot away. Their tits were a few inches apart.
June could smell Marge's perfume. Her body was drawn to Marge's as though by magnetism.
But she quickly turned away and began rinsing the cups in the sink.
"Well, if you ever do want to try it, I'd love to be the one you try it with," Marge said softly.
Again, Marge saw June's body heave. And Marge knew what that meant. She had seduced enough women to know which were likely to succumb. June was one of those, Marge knew.
June ignored Marge's last comment. Rather, she offered Marge more coffee.
"No, thanks," Marge said. "Tell me, though. Haven't you ever felt an urge to feel another woman's tits? Or to kiss them?"
June's mouth fell open. But not with shock – with hunger. And Marge recognized that hunger. She had seen it often enough.
"When I first made love to a woman, I understood for the first time why men love tits so much," Marge said. "Really, women lose out if they never caress and kiss another woman's tits."
By this time, June was breathing deeply through her open mouth. She tried to pour herself another cup of coffee, but her hands were shaking so much, she gave up. Marge knew that June was ready.
Marge walked to where June was standing. For a moment, their eyes met, but June looked away quickly. She went to the table and sat down. But Marge kept after her. She walked to where June was sitting. She took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet.
Once again the women were standing tit to tit. June, unable to look Marge in the eye, was looking down at Marge's tits swelling in her blouse.
"Kiss me," Marge whispered. June looked up. But she was too scared to do anything. She was at Marge's mercy, though. June did have an unfulfilled need to make love with another woman. She had even fantasized about it. But her desire had always been kept tightly wrapped up.
Now Marge began leaning forward. Her tits touched June's. Her hands grabbed June's hips. They kissed.
June had never been kissed so gently and warmly. As their tits pressed together, June's fear began to turn to lust. In another second, her mouth opened, inviting Marge's tongue inside.
As they kissed, the kinky chicks wrapped their arms pound each other and squeezed. Their tits were flattened together between them now.
It had been a while since June had had sex. So she was doubly vulnerable to Marge's embrace. And when they ground their hips together, a current of pleasure shot to their clits.
"Let's go into your bedroom," Marge whispered to the trembling woman in her arms.
June didn't answer. But when Marge released her, June turned and led the way to her bedroom.
As soon as they were in June's room, both women began unbuttoning their blouses. Soon, both of them were displaying their tits to the other. And what a display it was!
June's tits were big, sagging only slightly. And they were bearing mightily as she breathed deeply, lustfully.
Marge's tits were bigger, but they sagged more. Still, they were beautiful. June's eyes widened; she was charged with passion.
Marge pulled down her pants. Her tits swung and hung heavily as she bent down. June took her pants off too. But she was still trembling, so it took her longer.
"God, you're beautiful," Marge gasped as she lay down on June's bed.
Marge lay on her side. She held out her hand to June, who still stood at the side of the bed.
As though on command, June slipped into Marge's embrace. Now their tits came together again, this time without their clothes in the way. They kissed.
June was almost paralyzed with lust. This was nothing like being in bed with a man. Marge's soft body was a new and wild treat.
But June was still scared. After ill, what would Marge expect of her? And would she be able to do it?
As they kissed with their tongues deep in each other's mouths, Marge ran one hand up and down June's back. Even the way Marge's fingers felt as they traveled up and down June's spine to the crack of her ass was different from the way a man touched her. Marge's touch was purely feminine, and therefore kinky and exciting.
Finally, Marge's fingers arranged themselves along the crevice of June's ass. Then they began sliding down toward her crotch.
Marge pulled one of June's legs over her hip. That way Marge could keep her fingers moving down the crack of June's ass until she met the rear corner of her cunt.
"O-o-o-o-o," June sighed with a quaver in her voice, as Marge's fingers arrived at her pussy's wet lips.
Marge's fingers pulled one side of June's cunt to the side, opening her cunt crack. June felt the cool air of the room enter her pussy.
But June's cunt wasn't left empty for long. Marge's fingers soon filled it. And once again June found how different a woman's touch could be.
No one, that is no man, had ever fingered June's pussy like Marge was doing now. Maybe it was because Marge had a cunt of her own and knew what felt best. Or maybe Marge was a genius at finger-fucking in any case, June was experiencing the best cunt massage of her life.
With her fingers still moving in the dripping envelope of June's pussy, Marge began sliding her body down. Her mouth left June's and traveled down her neck, kissing and licking all the way.
Soon, Marge's face was buried in June's tits. She licked June's nipples. Then she took them between her teeth, biting firmly but gently.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," June gasped as the assault on her body drove her wild with lust. "Marge, sweetheart! Oh-h-h-h!"
As Marge's teeth and tongue played with June's nipples, her fingers crept deeper into June's cunt. Marge's slender middle finger entered the flowing pussy.
June had noticed that Marge kept her fingernails clipped short. She thought that was strange for a stylish chick like Marge. But now, as Marge's finger explored the depths of her body, June understood. She began moving her body with an involuntary waving motion. Marge's body followed June's as she clung to her, fingering and sucking her.
June knew that she had been given a wonderful gift of joy. Lesbianism was a beautiful experience she had secretly dreamed about, like a tropical island paradise. And now she was there! As. June was thinking about the thrill Marge was giving her, Marge began moving down her body again.
June trembled again. Was Marge actually going to suck her cunt? June knew that would be wonderful. But she also knew that Marge would want her to reciprocate. The idea of sucking Marge's cunt in return thrilled June, but it also scared her.
Both women were lying on their sides. Now Marge pushed June down onto her back. June lay looking at Marge, who was propped up on an elbow. Marge was running a hand lightly over June's belly and pubic patch.