"So Joey's been coming over for a dip lately," Carol said, pretending ignorance.
"So he tells me. I suppose that's where he's been going. I hope so. Surely you don't mean to tell me he hasn't been coming over! Has my little brat been lying to me lately?" Joyce asked, a trace of motherly concern in her soft deep voice.
"Oh, I don't mean to imply any such thing, Joyce darling. I know he's been over a few times in the past few weeks. But I'm generally working in
my office at this time of the afternoon. Advertising keeps me terribly busy, you know. I seem to bring more work home with me than I. leave at the agency. At least it keeps me off the streets." Carol smiled. "No, Joyce, I don't believe I've even seen They this week, although I might have heard him splashing around from my little office upstairs. I hope you don't mind if he makes use of the pool. I rarely venture into the water. Too much sun isn't really good for the complexion, you know," Carol said, sipping her martini and looking her sexy best.
Joyce's mind seemed to be on something deeper than Joey's visits to the pool, although Carol still felt uneasy about Joyce's presence m her house so near the time of Joey's expected visit. Carol kept looking out through the patio doors, half expecting to see Joyce's horny young son running through the gate and around the pool with a hard cock sticking out in front of him. In such a case she hoped she could warn him off before his mother saw him in such an obscene state.
The longer Carol gazed into Joyce's lovely blue eyes the less she could pay proper attention to her vigil. There was something in Joyce's eyes that excited Carol in a way she had never thought possible. There was a sexiness, a seductive fire burning deep in the lithe and lovely woman's eyes that turned Carol on in a peculiar and almost frightening way. And Carol knew that her beautiful neighbor was aware of the effect she was having on her. It was a terribly strange feeling, perhaps inspired by Joyce's incredible beauty, perhaps inspired by the blazing heat in Carol's cunt, a heat
that she couldn't now alleviate since Joey's visit was to be postponed, perhaps inspired by Carol's strange relationship with Joyce's own son. Whatever the cause of the deep and dark excitement that gathered inside Carol's mind and body, she knew that something wonderful and perversely exciting was about to happen between her and Joey's mother. She knew, too, that it was Joyce who would take the lint step into the abyss of lesbian love and sex. Carol knew that she would follow willingly.
"You know, Carol, if your love life isn't all it could be, I might have a suggestion or two for improving it. After all, dear, you did say your sex life wasn't the greatest. Stop me if I get obnoxious, Carol. And remember I'm just trying to help," Joyce said, moving her chair closer to her neighbor, moving so close that her long sleek legs brushed against Carol's.
"Oh, don't worry about shocking me, Joyce. I'm a big girl now, in case you haven't noticed," Carol purred.
"Oh, I've noticed, Carol. M's noticed, too." Joyce smiled, looking up from her glass quickly with a wicked look in her eyes.
"Al? My goodness, Joyce, I had no idea!" Carol said, pretending amazement but knowing perfectly well that Al had been eyeing her for years, although he hadn't actually tried to fuck her.
"Oh, yes, Carol. In Al's words 'she's one sweet piece', or something to that effect," Joyce smiled. "Doesn't Al put things delicately?"
"Men are like that, Joyce darling. All men are
bastards. Or so some say. Personally I don't find them all that bad," Carol said, becoming conscious of the warmth of her lovely neighbor's naked knee against her leg.
"Oh, they have their good points," Joyce smiled slyly. "But a married lady gets bored sometimes, Carol. Understand?"
"You needn't tell me about being bored, honey," Carol said, playing the game Joyce had started with her. "Even a single girl gets bored. But I thought you and Al joined a swap club for diversion."
"Oh, we did that, Carol. It was all right for a few weeks. But even that got to be boring after a while. Same people all the time. You know how it is. It might be different if you joined, Carol," Joyce said, moving her leg against Carol's in a gentle motion calculated to excite.
"Little me? What could I possibly bring to such a swinging group?" she said, feeling the warmth of Joyce's beautiful satin kg spreading throughout her body, mingling with the warmth of her drink and the incredibly pervasive heat in her moist pussy.
"Silly question," Joyce smiled, putting her glass on the floor and dropping her small warm hand on Carol's naked knee.
"My goodness, Joyce darling! What kinds of things do you do at those get-togethers?" Carol said in mock amazement.
"A little of everything, Carol," Joyce answered, stroking Carol's leg, her hand moving closer and closer to her sensitive cunt mound.
"Even…" Carol whispered.
"Even that, Carol. Have you ever…?" Joyce asked, her hand squeezing the soft inner flesh of Carol's upper leg, her hand hidden beneath her neighbor's slip.
"No, darling, I haven't, not yet at any rate. But I must admit that I've considered trying it," Carol said, squeezing her legs together, trapping her friend's hand between her legs.
Carol was becoming wildly excited by Joyce s hot hand working so delicately and yet so insistently between her legs. She had never tried anything quite like this before, and the prospect of having sex with a woman was a strange new thrill. After her experiences with Joyce's son, nothing was too taboo to try. She had often wondered if sex with a woman would be satisfying. Perhaps this lovely woman would be gentler than a man; perhaps, knowing the feelings of a woman, Joyce would be able to thrill her without inspiring fear in her, fear that had always tainted her enjoyment when fucking men. But she knew even before plunging headfirst into the whirlpool of lesbian lust that nothing, not even sex with Joyce, could be as satisfying to her as sex with nineteen-year-old Joey.
Carol wanted to touch Joyce's smallish but incredibly perfect tits, wanted to feel their warmth and softness beneath the skimpy top of her bikini, wanted to discover for the first time in her life what another woman's tits felt like. She made no move toward Joyce until she felt the woman's long fingers scratching against the crotch of her lace
panties. Carol reached out and dropped her hand on Joyce's boob. Joyce responded by moving even closer to Carol's nearly naked body, moving so close that her naked knee was rubbing against the crotch of Carol's panties.
Carol was amazed that she took so easily to the joys of girl-girl sex. She had expected to feel some revulsion, at least in the first few seconds of their embrace. Instead she felt the most delicious imaginable thrill deep in her cunt, coursing through her entire body, turning her on as she had never thought possible.
"Good God, Joyce!" Carol gasped. "I don't believe this!"
"You like?" Joyce smiled, her knee rubbing hard against Carol's dampening panties.
"I think we'd better go upstairs where we can be more comfortable," Carol answered, thoroughly amazed at the wild thrills racing through her body, and thoroughly amazed that her neighbor liked girl-girl sex.
"Is your bed big enough for two, Carol darling?" Joyce purred.
Carol stood up and was about to answer her hot-assed neighbor when she froze at the sight of Joyce's young son standing in the doorway with his hard dick sticking up in front of him. He had shucked his trunks on the run and held them in his hand. He had the most horrified expression on his face, having apparently been stopped in his tracks by the sudden sight of his mother with her hand against Miss Chambers' pretty crotch. The horror that surged through Carol's mind and body was
strangely mingled with wild sexual excitement. She was faced with an impossible situation. There was no doubt in her mind that the boy had seen his mother playing with her cunt. And there was no doubt in her mind that another second would find Joyce catching sight of her son standing there with a hard cock, standing there the way he had been for weeks. She had to act quickly.