A moment later they emerged from the men’s room. Sonia was standing alongside the door, waiting for Penny.
“Who’s your friend?” she asked when she saw that he wasn’t alone.
“He’s no friend,” Penny told her. “He’s a cop. I’m under arrest.”
“Get moving!” The detective shoved Penny.
“Under arrest? For What?” Sonia called back after them.
“I think the charge has something to do with lousy toilet training,” Penny called back.
“With what?” Sonia yelled as they went through the door.
“Urinary duress!” Penny’s voice came floating back. “Urinary duress!”
CHAPTER TEN
A Penny saved is a Penny yearned . . .
That was how Sonia felt about it after she’d rescued Penny from the clutches of the law. Having bailed Penny out, in the back of the cab they took from night court to Sonia’s pad in the Village, the lissome brunette found that the excitement of the evening had left her taut with desire. All through the ride, while Penny kept asking her questions—such odd questions really, questions Penny should have known the answers to without raising them; it was almost as if Penny was suffering with amnesia or something — all the time she was answering, giving automatic replies without too much thought, Sonia’s mind was really focused on sex and how much she wanted Penny and how soon they’d be alone and making love.
So it was no wonder that as soon as they were alone in her walkup Sonia flipped. Sonia flipped, and Penny came up tails. So did Sonia. They both did. It wasn’t part of Sonia’s plan, but that’s the way it worked out. Twenty minutes after they reached her place, she and Penny were in a wall closet, standing on their heads (yes! both of them!) and having sex!
The means by which they were up-ended had its beginnings in the back of the cab and by the time Sonia had locked the door to her place behind them, their lovemaking was a foregone conclusion. As soon as the latch was on, Sonia locked her arms around Penny and kissed with a suction that was more the expression of a demand than a desire. To Penny it was like being engulfed by an undernourished, ravenous boa constrictor.
But if Sonia was snakelike in her slimness, she more than made up for it with the fiery femininity of her character. Tall and long-legged, with small breasts and flat hips, she was nevertheless a passionate armful. Her slim legs were shapely, the small breasts high and pointy and tipped with surprisingly large, cherry-red nipples. Her derriere was the plumpest thing about her—too plump, perhaps, in comparison to the flat hips, but exciting in the way it quivered and burned under Penny’s touch.
It was the first thing Penny had grabbed for support during that long first kiss. Feeling the clutch, Sonia stood on tiptoe, so that both the strong hands might slide under her mini-skirt. They did. Sonia ground her flat belly against Penny in response, propelling the two of them across the room to an armchair. They sank into the chair without breaking the kiss.
Still holding it, Sonia unbuttoned her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She pulled Penny’s hand to the stiff nipple. A moment later, the kiss over, Penny’s mouth replaced the hand.
Sonia wriggled on Penny’s lap. Her back was to Penny now, and she had contrived it so that both bare breasts were cupped in the eagerly caressing hands. Sonia moved over Penny’s lap so that the mini-skirt rode all the way up and didn’t interfere with the pressure she sought by arching her long legs. She breathed heavily and bounced up and down for a few moments. “Ahh, that feels good,” she sighed. “I like the way that feels.” Her hand reached between her palpitating thighs and found the zipper to Penny’s pants. She freed his manhood so that it pressed against her tense, dewy clitoris as she resumed moving up and down. She mved more slowly now, savoring the length of it against the sliding, slippery clitty, clenching the inner muscles of her thighs to pinch it as she rode up and down. “Whoo—ee!” she exulted. “I’m ready. And so are you. You are ready? Aren’t you?”
“I guess I am,” Penny judged.
“You guess so?”
“Well, I’m not really sure. I’m kind of new at this sort of thing. At least from this angle.”
“What are you talking about, Penny? You act like we never made it together before. What’s gotten into you tonight? First all those silly questions in the cab, and now you’re playing coy. Well, two can play at that game. If you’re going to be coy, so am I.” Sonia got up and stretched. “You can look, but you mustn’t touch,” she told Penny. She kicked aside the panties which had worked their way down around her ankles during the previous action. Then she stretched luxuriously so that one breast peeped out from the open shirt. Spinning around, the mini-skirt flared out and Penny had a flashing view of the round globes of her fundament and the rich black triangle covering her love tunnel.
“I’m not being coy,” Penny muttered.
“Of course not, sweetie. Neither am I.” Sonia turned her back and took off the shirt. When she turned back, her long straight black hair was arranged so that the blood-red nipples just peeked from between the tresses. She undulated across the floor toward Penny, tripped over the ottoman and sprawled at Penny’s feet. “Damn!”
“You need contact lenses,” Penny suggested, helping her up, one hand grasping her right arm, the other firmly fastening over her left breast.
“You’re pulling my hair,” Sonia complained.
“Sorry. It got caught in my teeth.”
“The hell with it!” Sonia decided. “I guess I won’t be coy after all.” She crossed the room to the wall on the other side, almost bumping it with her nose before she halted. “Take off your clothes,” she called over her shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“Pulling down the bed. What do you think I’m doing? Honestly, Penny, the way you’re acting isn’t doing much for my ego. It’s as if you’ve been trying to forget everything about me.”
Penny undressed without answering. Sonia pulled down the hideaway bed from the wall closet which concealed it. She straightened out the bedclothes and lay down. Her long legs arched invitingly and she held up her arms to Penny. A moment later they were locked in another embrace.
Penny’s hands slid down her body until they once again grasped her luscious hindquarters. Sonia rose up slightly, rotating her hips so that the target of Penny’s desire was-—for just a moment-—teasingly elusive. Then she stopped and gave a sudden lunging motion that captured Penny and held on firmly. Slowly, Penny pushed in farther and farther until Sonia suddenly relaxed with a heaving sob and moved to encompass Penny’s rock-hard manhood with a frenzied flurry of downward motion. They moved together then, rhythmically, their bodies merged and afire and melting. Their passion mounted and the room spun around and -
They must have done something wrong. Perhaps they were too energetic. Or perhaps it was just that they slid too high up on the mattress so that the center of gravity of the bed shifted. Whatever the reason, the bed suddenly tipped back and slid back into the wall closet which held it. Penny and Sonia were stood on their heads-—still making love.
The state they were in, it was a moment—a month? —before they realized what happened. During that instant—-that year?—they continued in the exercise of their mounting passion. Even as the realization of their predicament broke through, Sonia, at least, was reluctant to stop.
“Don’t stop!” she panted.
“We’re standing on our heads,” Penny pointed out.
“I don’t care! Don’t stop!”
“The blood is rushing to my ears. I’m getting dizzy.”
“Me too. Isn’t it wonderful.”
“And it’s very dark in here.”
“Close your eyes. You won’t notice.” Sonia locked her legs around Penny so that there was no escape.