"Why don't you come over and have dinner with me tonight, Beth, darling… alone, so we can talk girl things?" her enchanting neighbor quietly whispered. "Lancer will be there… just the three of us… but he's a very uninforming third party. Quite dependable in every respect, I promise you… even without the boon of a ham bone. Can you… Or are you obligated…?"
"No… that is, we have no obligations this evening," Beth heard herself quickly reply. "Jay… my husband, has a meeting with his writer's guild… I… I'd love to come!"
"Marvelous, darling!" Vickie softly intoned, pressuring her hand warmly. "Let's say, sevenish for cocktails… and don't dress, dear… just something easily slipped out of in case we want to take a dip in the pool, eh? Personally I like to swim in the nude, and the arrangement of my pool offers that private luxury."
Jay Robert Durke's curvaceous young wife could only gaze intently in the amber gems of her beautiful next door neighbor's almond-shaped, candescent eyes. Whatever was happening to stroke the little bed of dormant embers in her soft belly and loins, Beth welcomed it! She turned her hand palm upward beneath the enticing model's enveloping one, interlacing slender fingers in a gentle squeeze of warmth that she, herself, couldn't understand!
Her provoked, feminine mind spun! Jay's typewriter suddenly made a machine-gun staccato! His first novel, LESBICUS LADY raced through her excited brain! A fleeting replica of Jerry Adams' youthful handsomeness registered! Stan Wilson's heated lips said: "Tonight, Beth? Can you get out tonight…?"
"Agreed dear…? Cocktails at seven?" Vickie softly repeated, arising with practiced grace from the table and walking toward the door.
"Seven… yes, of course," Beth answered. "And… and I won't dress…"
"No need, darling… we'll just keep it informal," the tall, svelte, auburn-haired girl sensually breathed, taking Beth's small hand for one final little squeeze. "I just know we're going to be very close friends… and I'm so looking forward to this evening…!"
"Yes… so am I, Vickie," the blonde, aroused wife partially whispered, searching the other's enchanting face as she pressed open the screened door for her to leave…
CHAPTER FIVE
Beth was all thumbs with her typing that afternoon as she worked at the small desk in Jay's study. Across the room, her bearded, middle-aged husband didn't seem to be doing much better, but without looking, his young perceptive mate was aware of the underlying cause. Demure Sara in her itty-bitty bikini was no doubt performing in her front yard. It mattered little to Beth that he whiled away a good portion of his day ogling their vivacious, raven-haired young neighbor in her next-to-nothings. It, in fact, relieved her of considerable sexual anguish, since he'd begun to make a fixed routine of his lusty gawking, part of which time in the past he had invariable devoted to a "quickie".
The young, blonde wife actually passed it unjealously off as the harmless, if lecherous, pastime of a lewdly oriented mental paramour, and that's where it all ended… in his oversexed mind. Anyway, even if she were concerned that anything might come of it, Beth would've given little thought to it that afternoon. She was too sensually fascinated with what had taken place between Vickie Davis and herself a few hours earlier, not to mention the obscene thrill which rippled over her whenever she remembered Lancer!
Shortly after her intoxicating neighbor had left, Beth had lapsed into a shameful sense of pre-guilt at the thought of their proposed, "informal dinner party". God, there wasn't the slightest question in her confused young mind but what Jay had been right in his guess. Vickie was a lesbian! Or at the very least, a bi-swinger, as her husband put it in his novels. And Lancer… damn! She obviously had that beautiful animal trained, too!
Following several more cups of coffee and a long hour of lurid, irresistible thinking, the erotically perplexed young wife had decided against keeping their little tete-a-tete. Damn, she had no silly misgivings regarding what Vickie intended should happen and she knew it! To what extent the beautiful, lissome model would go, or expect her to go was another alluring thought which bemused her. Certainly, she had no way of knowing! Such forbidden acts had never even entered her mind, let alone been explored… but then, why had the mere touch of the enravishing girl so excited her…?
Beth remembered Jerry Adams then, and what she'd mentally labeled as disgustingly obscene and extremely impossible. God, how wrong she'd been on that score! But at least, that was male-female, normal enough in one respect…! And… and… just exactly what did girls do to each other when they… they made love? Were Jay's descriptions accurate, or was he just assuming…? One thing for sure, she knew that every time she typed one of those heated scenes, it really turned her on…!
She had left the kitchen for the study and the typing awaiting her, with her mind still webbed in a lust-infused dither, though pretty much determined to fall conveniently ill and send Jay over with a note before he left for his meeting. Better that she should climb into bed with a good book and a few gin-tonics. There would be ample nights in the future for them should she find her desires leaning that way. Still, she couldn't deny the sensorial feelings of excitement that lingered and taunted her the remainder of the afternoon, whenever thoughts of her lovely enticing neighbor crossed her roused young mind.
The sequence her big, robust husband had ready for final draft hadn't helped matters, either. It'd concerned two neighborhood wives and a cookware salesman, the naked girls taking turns tonguing one another's "hot, wet pussies" while the salesman with super-energetic lust and a massive penis screwed each of them from behind! God, by the time she had finished it, her already keyed-up passion had reached such a degree that she'd nearly dragged Jay off to the bedroom! On second thought, however, she'd decided against adding agony to aggravation. Tonight, alone with her book and gin-tonics, she would resort to her only pacification of late… her busy, knowing finger. At the same, the typing of the intensively firing scene had found her casting herself and Vickie, together with sometimes Stan, then young Jerry Adams playing the male role, until when she'd put the cover on her machine for the day, she'd had all she could do to forcibly jot off the note to her enchanting neighbor.
"Look, babe, maybe you'd rather I didn't go tonight if you're feeling that bad?" Jay had thoughtfully offered.
"No, no. It's nothing that serious, darling," she'd quickly set him at ease, knowing how much he looked forward to these monthly dinners and meetings with his counterparts. "I feel headachy and a bit nauseous is all. Afraid I wouldn't be very good company for Miss Davis on our first get-together. I'm sure she'll understand."
"Yeah… sure she will," he agreed. "I'll just emphasize how sorry you are and that you were looking forward to it all day, eh?"
"Well… all right, but don't make it too strong," Beth cautioned, knowing how her mouthy husband could get carried away, with all his good intentions.
Alone at last, Beth released a little sigh to herself. She'd always enjoyed her solitude, but even more so since her marriage, and with no reflections on Jay's blustering character. It was simply that they were almost constantly together and a person needed some time to themselves, at least, away from each other. She went straight to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a gin-tonic, consuming half of it before going into the kitchen to fix a plate of hors d'oeuvres to munch along. It was almost seven, the scheduled time Vickie had set for cocktails, and a little chill rippled through her at the thought.
She wasn't sorry, though, over her decision. It had all happened so fast between them there in the kitchen, just about overwhelming her, was all. God… she had to have more time to think about it, or… or get used to the idea… whatever, even with the carnal sensations wildly racing helter-skelter in her soft belly and day-long provoked loins. But the latter, she was very soon going to look after! Oooohhhhhh… she had to, or she might just ignite! Yes, and maybe three or four times for good measure, the torridly flushed young wife contemplated in her privacy.