“That’s the old Oedi-pull,” Well observed. “But beware of it, my child. In the end, Oedipus rooks. Let us hope ours will be a more satisfy-—umm—worthwhile relationship.” She fell silent a moment. Then—“You certainly are a good dancer, Penny,” she said. “I’m really enjoying this.”
“So am I. You’re being so nice to me. You’re really swell, Well.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Gee, this music is so slow and dreamy, isn’t it? You hardly have to move to it at all.”
“You just sort of stand there and just sort of do it,” Well said, grinding her pelvis even harder against the bottom of Penny’s bikini.
They danced silently for a while. Well closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of Penny’s liquor-warmed, young, vibrant body pressed to hers. Penny snuggled close, feeling increasingly more secure, but quite dizzy from the liquor now and concentrating on following Well’s lead without losing her balance. Well had maneuvered one of her hands against Penny’s breast and she was squeezing it rhythmically in time to the music. A thrill went through her belly as she felt the nipple grow hot and hard under her grasp.
“You must be getting tired,” Penny said after a while.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re breathing so hard.”
“Oh, you are precious!” Well stopped dancing and impulsivelly put her arms around Penny’s shoulders and gave her a long, deep, soul-searching kiss.
“Why did you do that?” Penny asked when it was over, her blue eyes wide with wonder, her voice the voice of puzzled innocence. Also, she was a little breathless now herself.
“Why not? We’re friends, aren’t we? Didn’t you like it?”
“Yes, I did. Only—”
“Only what? There’s no harm in two girls kissing, is there? You see women doing it all the time, right out on the street.”
“Oh, sure, that’s all right. But the way you—”
“Well, then —?” Well interrupted her. She shut off Penny’s protests with another long, lingering kiss. “Let’s sit down on the couch,” she suggested after it was over. “It’s more comfortable there.”
Swaying a little and feeling decidedly tiddly, Penny gratefully leaned back on the sofa. Well sat down beside her, very close, and put her arm around the sweet young virgin’s shoulders. She pulled Penny’s head against her breast and stroked her smooth, alabaster brow. “My poor baby, you’re tired, aren’t you?” she crooned.
“Oh, yes. That feels so good.” Penny stretched out so that her head was in Well’s lap. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Well massaged Penny’s shoulders and then her hands drifted farther downward to cup the delicious pear-shaped breasts.
“What are you doing?” Penny asked woozily.
“I’m just giving you a massage, baby. It will take all that nasty old tension out of your precious little body. Now you just relax and leave everything to Well.” She reached under Penny’s back and untied her bikini halter.
“Why did you do that?” Penny asked dreamily.
“The better to see you with, my child.”
“What?” Penny opened her eyes. The words had a familiar ring. There was something vaguely ominous about them.
“Hush, now. It was cutting into your lovely white ivory skin. How can I help you relax if you’re all tied up by tight clothes? There now. That’s it. Just close your eyes.” Well nimb removed the bottom of Penny’s bikini.
“Should I be lying here naked like this?” Penny asked with sweet, dimpled innocence.
“And why not? We’re both girls, aren’t we? No nasty man is going to lay eyes on you here. You can be sure of that!” Well’s hands hovered over Penny’s breasts with the fingers crooked like hooks, and then descended in unison to grapple the twin red crests. Soon they were even redder, and quivering with a life and length of their own in the night air. Unable to contain herself, Well swooped down vampirelike on the virginal young body and caught one of the delicious breast-tips between her tongue-laved lips.
“What are you doing now?” Penny wanted to know.
“Just kissing you.” Well had to spit it out quickly to talk, but she immediately recaptured the perfect tip of the perfect pink roseate set in the perfect center of the perfect round breast.
“Oh. But why there?” Penny wanted to know.
“My, will you listen to the child! So full of questions! What difference does it make whether I kiss you here or on the lips?”
“It makes a difference,” Penny said, blushing even in her drunkenness to realize she was panting.
“Will you please just relax? If you must have an explanation, I’m kissing you here to stimulate the circulation. One can only be relaxed when the blood flows freely.”
“It makes me tingle.”
“It’s supposed to. That’s what happens when the blood flows freely.” Well switched breasts and suckled contentedly at the other one for a while. Then she lowered her lips, running them over the soft curve of the belly, nipping at the navel, combing the feather-light blonde curls over the plump mound, and finally tongue-dipping to taste the sweetness of the forbidden fountain itself. After a few moments she raised her head to relieve her jaw muscles, which were beginning to feel the strain of her activity. “There now, doesn’t that stimulate your circulation?” she asked Penny. “Isn’t your blood flowing freely now?”
“Well, something’s flowing, but I don’t really think it’s my blood.”
“Don’t worry about that. All the juices of the body have to flow if you’re going to relax.”
“I don’t really feel very relaxed. But don’t stop. After all, I was pretty tense to start with. Just be careful though, will you? You have a sharp tongue. And” — Penny blushed prettily—“I’m still a virgin.”
“I’ll be careful,” Well promised. She returned to her ministrations, parting the red, red nether-lips and capturing the rigid, wriggly little sentinel at the gates of Penny’s femininity between gentle teeth. She punished him until he puffed out his chest even more, until, it seemed as if he must break through the very skin, the so tender skin, which was his uniform.
Penny squirmed now. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her brain roared with a combination of martinis and passion. Her hips arched, her thighs quivered, and she came down hard with both hands on the back of Well’s neck. She lost all consciousness of anything except the hungry mouth at her equally hungry funnel of womanhood. And then she was a geyser composed of mighty spurts of ecstasy, a string of firecrackers—no, dynamite—exploding in rapid succession with each blast mightier than the last, her body an erupting volcano shaken by a series of searing, molten quakes. It was Nirvana! It was Paradise! It was Heaven!
And then, suddenly, it was—as Papa Levine might have put it—a drek-sack full of tsouris.
“Well!” The voice came from the just-opened door to the apartment. It was more than shocked; it was damned mad.
Well’s head shot up fast, snagging a tendril of hair in her teeth on the way.
“Ouch!” Penny was rudely tumbled from the peak of her volcano. “Be careful, will you?”
But Well wasn’t paying any attention to her. She was staring with chagrin at the figure of the woman in the doorway.
“Well, Well, what have you got to say for yourself? How do you explain this? What’s the matter, has the pussy still got your tongue? Are you ill? You don’t look well, Well. Come on now, aren’t you going to say anything?”
“What—What —” Well gurgled. “What are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to be back before tomorrow night. I didn’t expect you until then.”
“Obviously!” The woman bit the word off and spat it at Well. She slammed the door behind her and marched into the room. She stood over the two of them on the couch with her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes. “If you had expected me,” she told Well, “you wouldn’t be shacking up with this little slut here. The minute I turn my back, you—”