June blushed and guiltily swallowed the saliva which automatically filled her mouth at the sight of those dainty nipples. God, she wasn't going to turn out to have lesbian tendencies too, was she, in addition to being a voyeur? She shook her heavy black mane of hair impatiently to reject the absurd notion, but something dim and shadowy was stirring deep inside her, something vaguely threatening to her already much diminished self-esteem.
Clad now only in the wispiest of panties, Nina climbed back onto the bed and stretched out luxuriously like a contented kitten for June to continue to rub her back. She felt the nervousness in the first touches of the timid girl's hands on her naked back and smiled secretly to herself. She hadn't missed the look of confusion on June's face and that second vivid blush when she dropped her brassiere. This was going to be easier than she had expected. She wouldn't even have to use the series of Climax Illustrated pictures that she had hidden in the dresser before dinner just in case. The pictures showed two ravishing Scandinavian girls fondling and sucking each other's breasts, then tonguing each other's clitorises in the sixty-nine position.
No, Nina was sure it wouldn't be necessary to bring them out. This was going to be a straight seduction scene with no artificial props, and she intended to enjoy it to the hilt. Of course, nothing could replace a man's long thick hard cock which she loved in any part of her body but if anything could, it was a beautiful, almost virginal and potentially passionate young woman like June. A little sixty-nine just between girls would be a nice prelude to whatever Axel had planned for later on. He hadn't taken her that far into his confidence, but the slap he'd given her to set the stage for this scene had been too Goddamn realistic. The horny bastard didn't know his own strength.
"Hmmmmmmmmm, that feels so-oooooo good," she purred as June's hands resumed their gentle stroking. "You have wonderful hands. I can feel the electricity coming out of them… the vibrations or whatever it is. You could be a healer." She lay there quietly until the massage had turned into a series of long languorous caresses which set a liquid warmth filtering sweetly through her relaxed body. Then she began to almost imperceptibly undulate her hips against the comforter, pressing her warmly throbbing vaginal mound down on the bed when June's hands traveled up her back to her shoulders, then raising her softened, slightly splayed buttocks to meet them when they descended again. She could definitely feel a tingling current of mounting desire flowing through those feathery fingertips which were dallying now near the base of her spine and expected them any minute to float down between her thighs into the wetly waiting valley of her cunt and finally home in on her pulsing clitoris which was emitting signals of anguished yearning at the rate of about ten thousand per second… But when she accentuated the rotating movement of her hips and spread her legs farther apart in frank invitation, the hands were abruptly withdrawn.
Nina rolled over on her side and looked up at June with intensely glittering dark blue eyes. "God, June, you're magic!" she exclaimed. You almost made me cum just by rubbing my back. Why did you stop?"
"Wh-what…?" June faltered bewilderedly, biting her lower lip and fighting to hold back tears of chagrin. The prolonged soothing contact of her hands with the soft silken skin of Nina's back had started butterflies of dreamy forbidden delight fluttering in her stomach, and the aroused young brunette had caught herself hungering to touch the rounded moons of the blonde woman's buttocks which were so provocatively revealed by her flimsy panties. But had her elegant and distinguished hostess really said that about cumming? Had she really expected June to touch her… there… when she parted her legs. It just couldn't be, June remonstrated feebly with herself, she must be imagining things. All the alcohol she had drunk was clouding her judgment, and her reeling brain could no longer distinguish between the real world outside and the murky nocturnal imaginary region of sensuality which she seemed to inhabit more and more these days. "What… what did you say," she replied.
"I said you're pure magic!" Nina repeated brazenly without the slightest hesitation. "You almost made me cum without even touching my cunt."
June stared speechlessly down at the blonde woman's passion-lit face. Such a lack of restraint between two virtual strangers was inadmissible, and she groped vainly for some phrase that would bring their relationship back to normal. At the same time it seemed to her that in some weird way she and Nina were linked telepathically, almost turning into one person. She knew that the other woman's clitoris was clamoring for her caresses because her own was swollen in throbbing sympathetic response, and she could feel the warm moistness increasing up between her tightly clenched thighs. In spite of her will, her wetly dilating vagina was opening like a flower unfolding its petals in response to Nina's unspoken pleas. It was like being in a dream or trance.
"God, I can't stand it!" Nina moaned feverishly. "All I can think about is cumming, I'm so hot." With one swift motion she doubled back her slim shapely legs and peeled off her panties, flinging them halfway across the room in her haste. "Touch me, June," she begged, impetuously grabbing the younger woman's limp hand and pulling it toward her belly where the moist pink flesh of her vaginal lips glistened invitingly through a diaphanous veil of sparse golden curls.
June jerked her hand back as if it had been scorched by fire, still more flabbergasted by this flagrant flaunting of lewd unnatural desire… But she was unable to tear her eyes from Nina's soft pubic "vee" with its succulent pink flesh.
"Oh God, I hate having to do it to myself; it's always so much better when someone else does it," Nina wailed. "But I'm going crazy!" She reached down between her out-splayed legs which were slightly bent to allow her hand better access to her hair-lined cuntal slit and began to feverishly stroke and tease her erect little clitoris which glittered like a jewel in its moistly steaming furrow. The slick flesh grew inflamed with excitement, and her breath came faster and faster as she shamelessly finger-fucked herself in front of the startled young girl. Her elegant blonde head strained against June's skirt-clad thigh and a low groan burst through her clenched teeth.
"Stop it!" June cried out, horrified to find herself watching this licentious spectacle with the same fascination and prurient tingling in her loins that she had experienced the afternoon she stood transfixed in the parlor, watching Cliff and Tiffany make love for what seemed an eternity. Watching, she thought despairingly to herself… It was true! Watching sex brought her to pitches of excitement she never experienced while actually having it. She was doomed… sick, twisted, perverted. "Stop it!" she hoarsely blurted out again, barely able to restrain herself from plunging her hand down into the seething caldron between her own legs. "It's wrong!"
"Wrong!" Nina snorted, without stopping her self-ministrations. "What's wrong about satisfying a normal need. God, after these scenes with Axel I have to have some kind of release. Sometimes I lie in here half the night playing with myself… dreaming about great big beautiful cocks all shapes and colors and sizes… making myself cum three or four times. And I jam things up my cunt, anything I can lay my hands on, candles, hairbrushes. God, June, don't you ever do it to yourself? Are you lucky enough to have someone who keeps you content and sexually satisfied all the time?"
June was too distraught to utter the lie which she instinctively knew was her last chance to put an end to these unhealthy confidences and turn back the dark tide of lesbianic sensuality that was engulfing them both. What Nina had said evoked too many echoes and resonances in her own mind… And then there were the words she had unthinkingly used. Stop it! It's wrong! The very same words she had used the night so long ago when she had awakened to see her little sister masturbating frantically right in the bed beside her. But suppose the wrongness came from her own mental state, her sick morbid desire to watch? Even that first time with her sister? How long had she watched before she stopped the little girl?