The willowy blonde was squeezing one of her small breasts with one hand. Her fingertips stroked the nipple. In the moonlight, Penny saw its color deepen to a blood-red as it grew and quivered. First one long leg and then the other was raised and stretched, a sort of feverish flexing impulse provoked by the impatient muscles of Cly’s inner thighs. Her breathing grew heavy; her hips bounced; a soft moan escaped her lips. And all the time Cly’s other hand was still clenching under Penny’s shorts.
Now the hand at her breast trailed downward over the taut belly until the tips of the fingers were lost in downy blondeness. Two of the fingers parted and the maroon, tensing evidence of her arousal peeped out between them. A frantic strumming and Cly’s buttocks raised off the bed as she strained toward fulfillment.
Permy gauged this process shrewdly. With Cly on the brink of release, Penny jerked away and forcibly removed both Cly’s hands from their targets so that the rhythm was broken and the climax frustrated. Cly came down out of the clouds with a sound that was half desire and half anger.
“Why’d yew do that?” she demanded. “Ah was jes’ ’bout to—”
“Ain’t right to play with yoahself,” Penny told her, hitting below the belt where the female ego lives.
“Then make love to me!” Cly urged. “Yo’ah ready! Ah can tell. Don’t be mean an’ holdin’ out on me, Penny. Make love to me! Please! Hurry! Please!”
“Ah’ll try. But ’member, Ah warned yew. Ah ain’t much good at this sort of thang.”
Penny reached over and grasped Cly’s breast, deliberately squeezing it hard so that passion would be diminished by pain. Cly winced, but she didn’t complain. Her hands clasped over Penny’s buttocks, pulling gently so that she might feel the swollen manhood against the fulcrum of her passion.
“Doan’ touch me theah!” Penny reared back. “Yew some kind of pre-vert, or somethin’? Ah ain’t nevah let nobody touch me theah!”
“Ah’m sorry! Ah’m sorry!” Cly quickly let go. She was confused, but she didn’t want to take a chance on losing Penny’s ardor no matter how lukewarm it was. “Truly Ah am!”
“Well, all light. Ies’ doan’ try nothin’ like that again! Ah’m particular ’bout bein’ too familiar.” Penny dropped one hand between Cly’s quivering thighs and deliberately snagged a fingernail on the tender flesh of her clitoris.
“Ouch!” Despite her eagerness, Cly winced and pulled away.
“Iffen yew’re gonna be sensitive an’ like that, why don’t we jes’ foahget the whole thang?”
“No! No! Please! Ah didn’t meant to—-Doan’ stop! Please!”
“All right then.” A dead weight, Penny descended on Cly, purposely missing the target and just lying there.
“Oof!” Cly tried to move so that the contact of love might be established, but it was impossible. “Couldn’t yew lean on youah elbows,” she suggested. “It would make it easier. An’ besides, you’ah crushin’ me.”
“One thing turns me off fastah than anythin’ else, it’s a woman what’s always complainin’! Ah think we oughta foahget the whole thang!”
“Ah ’pologize! Truly Ah dot! Doan’ go ’way! It’s jes’ Ah wants to make it easier for yew. Ah mean, the way we are, yew cain’t——it’s impossible—Ah mean, if yew’d be good enough to raise up jes’ a little, Ah could mebby slip in undah yew an’-—-”
“Like this?”
“Ahh! Yes! That’s the way!” Cly squirmed as best she could. “Yes! Mmmm! Yes-yes-yes!”
“Yew suah this heah’s right? Ah dean’ want to be doin’ nothin’ preverted, or nothin’.”
“Oh, this is suah ’nuf right! That’s the spot, Penny. Naow, you doan’ have to be doin’ nothin’, sugah. Jes’ let me do it all. Ah-ah-ah! Um-um-um! Now-now-now! Ye——— . . . Why’d yew pull away?” Cly was almost in tears. “Why’d yew have to pull away jes’ then? Jes’ when Ah was ’bout to—”
“Ah haid a itch!”
“Couldn’t it wait? Jes’ anothah second or two an’ -”
“No, it couldn’t. When Ah itches, Ah scratches!”
“Wal, iffen yow’re all scratched up now, let’s jes’ resume —“
“Naw.” Penny yawned. “Ah’m too tard. That’s hard exercise. Ah doan’ want no moah such exertion. Ah could give mahself a heart attack.”
“All right!” Cly spoke through clenched teeth. She was in an agony of frustration now. “Yew jes’ lie quiet. Yew doan’ have to do a thing. Ah’ll do it foah both of us.” She knelt over Penny, her anticipating pink tongue peeping out from between moist, hot, hungry lips. One of her hands guided the object her puckering mouth sought. The other reached behind her to locate Penny’s face so that she might lower her nether-mouth lightly over it.
What followed was only partly vindictiveness on Penny’s part. Mostly it was the result of an intense new experience being relayed to the female brain by the male body; indeed, an experience so intense that the brain whirled with it. At the very first sensation provided by the engulfing mouth, before like contact with Cly’s pulsating womanhood had really been properly established, Penny was seized with a reaction so powerful that the male body took over completely, the hands gripping the back of Cly’s neck and holding it firmly in place until the last tremor of release was subsided. It was then that Penny’s female brain snapped back to reality and Cly was pushed off her facial perch before the act could be made reciprocal.
“OWWWEEEEOOHHHH!” Cly howled. “Yew— Yew —!”
“Ah told yew Ah was no great lovah boy.” Penny snickered inwardly, turned over and went to sleep.
Morning found Cly looking haggard and sounding edgy. Also, she was possessed of a renewed determination. As soon as Penny’s eyes were opened, Cly swooped down, mouth lunging for the target of the previous night. Only this time her teeth were showing in a way that bespoke revenge more than desire.
Deftly, Penny rolled away from her, scrambled from the bed and stood erect. “Heah, chew on this!” Penny handed Cly a fat cigar. “Sublimate, sugah. Yew’ll feel better.”
Grumbling to herself, Cly accepted the stogie. She bit off the end viciously, revealing the full extent of her anger. Penny felt an unaccustomed twinge of masculine fear. Cly lit the cigar and exhaled a large cloud of blue smoke.
When the cloud cleared her brother Robin was revealed in the doorway, his wife Marian at his elbow. “We was wonderin’ when yew two lovebirds ’d climb outa the sack,” Robin greeted them. “Rooster here give yew a rough night, Sis?” He chortled. “Youah lookin’ a mite peaked.”
“Now doan’ be ’barrassin’ youah sistah like that,” Marian remonstrated.
“She suah doan’ look like she slept none a-tall.” Robin slapped his thigh.
“Ah didn’t.” Cly spoke shortly, puffing angrily on the cigar.
“Wish Ah had youah youth an’ energy, Rooster,” Robin told Penny.
“So do Ah!” Marian interjected fervently.
“Shucks! ’Tweren’t nothin’,” Penny said modestly.
“Yew can say that again!” Cly clenched her teeth around the cigar. She planted one foot on the bed, a hand on her hip and glared at Penny.
“Hol’ it! Hol’ it!” Ro-bin yelled excitedly. “Doan’ move! Ah gotta get a shot of yew like that for the family album. Ah’ll be right back with the camera.” Robin hurried out.
“Since Robin got that Polaroid, theah’s no livin’ with him,” Marian complained. “Cain’t hardly go to the outhouse ’thout him sneakin’ a pictuah!”
“We’ah a sentimental family,” Cly told her sister-in-law. “We keep albums all the way back to mah Grandaddy. Got a bee-yootiful snap of him took the very day he died—-a-swingin’ from that rope so quiet an’ peaceable. Ah like to cry ev’ry time Ah look at that photo.”
“Ah’m ready.” Robin reappeared with the camera.