She'd been unfaithful with another man!
It didn't matter, she knew, that Jack had done so first. Husbands were expected to he unfaithful, but with a woman it was another matter – it always had been and always would, the distraught young woman thought, convincing herself of her own wrong-doing. And the man with whom she had committed this unforgivable act was still lying on her sex-slippery body, as if he had a right to be there.
"Get out!" she hissed between her teeth.
"Huh?" Max said with surprise.
"Get out, you filthy beast! Get out of my house!" she screamed. The surprise on Max's face gradually hardened and turned to anger. Why, this arrogant young cunt! He'd turned her on like she'd never been turned on before, and this was how she was treating him!
"Okay, bitch," he said coldly. "So you think you're too good for old Max. Well, we'll see about that soon enough – some day you'll beg me to stay, but I know when I'm not wanted." He stood up, and looked down to where a long thread of cum was dangling from his now-shrunken cock. "I'm gonna go home and wash your pussy-smell off me." He quickly pulled on his clothes. "But I'll be back," he snarled at Pam. "Back to play some more games with your precious little cunt." He scooped up the photos which Pam had left lying on the dresser.
"Wait!" she cried out. "Those are mine! You said if I…"
"The bet's off, baby. You're gonna have to give old Max what he wants first, and you're a long way from it. You just lie here and feel superior, but I'll be back, and then we'll see what kind of tune you sing."
Pam had risen half up on her elbows, frightened by Max's wild face. She watched him go, taking the pictures with him, and suspected that her future happiness with Jack was going with him, too. The bedroom door slammed after him, and she was alone. Pam lay there, half-propped up, remembering the warm feel of the earth around the rose-bush. Had that happened this same morning? It seemed impossible to the stunned young housewife as she stared down at her blonde pubic hair, matted and sticky with Max Flaherty's thick congealing cum.
CHAPTER FIVE
Disgusted with the sight of her own lust-smeared body, Pam quickly got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. She took a long shower, slowly relaxing under the steaming jet of water.
Strange, I don't really feel, guilty, she thought as she carefully examined her conscience. What bothered her most was the fact that it was Max who had made love to her, a man she now loathed more than ever. As for the sex – well… that was something that time had come due, she decided. She sensed from the subtly different way that her body felt that she had left behind her forever the old days of sexual strain and frustration. She had a new possession – her sensuality – and was grateful for its warm presence.
She had just re-entered the bedroom, slowly drying her nude body, when she realized that she wasn't alone. She clutched the towel to her nakedness, certain that Max had come back to bother her again, but saw that it was a woman.
Anna!
The two women stood, looking at one another silently for what seemed a long time to Pam.
"Max told me what happened," Anna finally said. When Pam made no reply, she added, "I'm sorry."
"There's no need to be," Pam replied briskly. How did she get in? she wondered. Max must have left the front door open. Pam found it hard to look directly at Anna. She remembered the photographs – Anna's mouth on Jack's cock, and the look on her face when Jack was fucking her.
"I-It wasn't like you think," Anna said haltingly, which sounded strange coming from the usually self-assured woman. "Max told me about the pictures later. I didn't know he was there."
"You don't have to tell me any of this," Pam said, her manner strained and cool. "I think I understand."
"But you don't!" Anna suddenly cried. "Max made me do it!" She moved a step closer. "Max told me how he forced you to… give in to him… because he blackmailed you. Well, he did the same thing to me. He… he has something on me that lets him make me do anything he wants. I had to make love to Jack!"
Pam's reserve finally cracked. Seeing Anna humiliating herself, the younger woman felt a quick rush of sympathy. Impulsively she opened her arms to Anna, but to Pam's surprise, it was she who suddenly broke down, sobbing bitterly, her head pillowed on the older woman's shoulder. Her emotions, shattered by the shocking events of the morning, suddenly fell in shreds.
Anna led Pam to the bed, patting her on the head and saying soothing words. Pam's towel had fallen to the floor and she was totally naked, but paid no attention to it in her upset mental condition. Unheeding, she let Anna help her to stretch out on the stained and rumpled bedspread, grateful for the way the other girl was sympathetically stroking her sob-shaken body.
How nice her hands feel, Pam found herself thinking. Her sobs slowly diminished, and she looked up with gratitude at her rediscovered friend.
"You just lie there and relax. You've had one hell of a day," Anna said quietly.
Glad to have someone to depend on after what she had been through, Pam closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the delight of Anna's cool fingers, smoothing her brow. It seemed very natural when those same fingers slipped soothingly down her cheeks and onto her throat and shoulders, kneading away the tension.
"My God, your belly's tense as a board," Anna remarked, and then her hands were there, applying gentle pressure to the rigid muscles beneath the velvety skin. Pam flinched a little, not used to being touched by a woman, and she became suddenly very aware that she was totally naked, lying on her back, all her most secret parts bared to Anna's gaze. But that's stupid! she thought. Anna's doing her best to make me feel better.
That was true. But at the same time, Anna was becoming increasingly aware of Pam's nude beauty. Since the other girl's eyes were closed, Anna felt free to let her eyes roam unhindered over Pam's classic form. She paid particular attention to the silky golden triangle of pubic hair just a few inches below where her hand was slowly massaging Pam's rapidly softening belly. I'd like to touch that! she thought, but didn't dare – not yet.
Instead, a vague plan forming in her mind, she began to stroke higher up Pam's sleek torso, smoothing the flat of her palms soothingly up the now gently breathing girl's rib cage. Stroking higher each time, her fingertips began to make contact with the base of Pam's pin-nippled breasts, just a little at first, but in a very few minutes one hand moved right up and over one of the firm, upthrusting mounds, brushing the nipple lightly on the way.
Pam's breathing halted, and then let out with a little shudder. What's she doing? she thought drowsily. I should stop her… but it feels so good! What harm can it do? Pam rationalized, taking the brief contact with her decidedly pleased breast as just another part of the wonderful caressing massage that Anna was giving her. So she didn't say anything when it happened again, nor later, when Anna openly began to rub both of her rapidly awakening twin mounds. It wasn't until she realized that Anna was paying particular attention to her palpitatingly hard nipples that Pam's eyes flew open in sudden realization.
"Oh!" Pam exclaimed, looking up into the other woman's eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the look of tender affection on Anna's face. Affection, and… Pam didn't dare think what else might be there. "Anna?" she said in confusion.
"Shhhhh," Anna said gently, and by now her hands were once again gliding lightly up over Pam's throat and shoulders, so what was there to worry about? By the time Anna's knowing hands were once again on her breasts, Pam was past caring. A gentle warmth suffused her entire, lovingly stroked body. Too late she tried to warn herself that her libido was slipping past the point of no return. Her belly began to glow with desire for further stimulation.
And Anna was ready to give it to her! Though normally preferring men, Anna was definitely ambidextrous where sex was concerned, and in the past had made love to several women. But never to one this lovely, Anna thought in rising excitement, looking longingly down at her young friend's flawless body. Sensing that it was time, will to take a chance, she let her hands wander lower, over Pam's softly rounded belly, which now trembled noticeably under her expert touch, and then into the outskirts of her soft blonde pubic hair.