"They are not smaller, and it isn't bigger," Linda stated, feeling a little put out as she removed her petticoat and unhooked her bra.
"It's probably because you're shorter that the proportions seem to be different." Jenny held her by the shoulders and moved close to her. "Look, my nipples are an inch higher than yours," she said, pushing her breasts gently against Linda's, sending a thrill of excitement through the young girl whose hashish-affected mind was giving her a strange desire to make more physical contact with Jenny. There was a sweet pungent taste in her mouth and a slight dizziness she associated with the extraordinary, overpowering feeling of sensuousness she was experiencing. She was beginning to lose her sense of where she was, and felt that outside the room there was nothing, that the room itself was the extent of the whole world – she seemed totally and pleasantly disorientated. But she couldn't stop a wonderful feeling of release and happiness that brought with it a sudden decision that she was entitled to be permissive. She felt her face coloring and was conscious of her heaving breasts.
"Jenny, people who talk about the permissive age should meet my parents!" she said, apropos of nothing, it seemed to Jenny.
"What brought that idea into your pretty little head?" asked Jenny, amused that the hashish was apparently working. She felt as horny as a cat in heat as she stood back to admire Linda's firm young breasts.
Linda laughed out loud. "I don't know. It must be because I think my parents are disgusting. And so is your cousin Hugh."
"All men are, darling girl. They are cruel rapist beasts," Jenny said. "You know what they want to do to bodies like ours?" she asked, facing the mirror with her arm around Linda. "They want to ram their weapons into us. That's what they want to do."
"Now look at my bottom in the mirror," exclaimed Linda. "It's no wider than yours."
Standing side by side in front of the mirror, Jenny placed her hand around Linda's hip so that her leg was pressed hard against the blonde's.
"Mmmm, it's slightly bigger at the back, I think. Now let's try bellies. Place your belly against mine."
As Linda turned again to face Jenny, she trembled as she involuntarily tucked in her buttocks so that her pussy as well as her belly pushed against the other girl. She was quite aware of what she was doing but nothing on earth could have stopped her: uncontrollably she wanted to press her body flat against Jenny's body, her soft breasts hard against Jenny's breasts, to rub their nipples together. We're just playing, she said to herself. We're playing games with our bodies, she giggled to herself as Jenny pressed her breasts against her, then her belly and with an upward movement brought her pussy hard against the soft young mound that so eagerly sought hers.
And then Jenny kissed her, lips open against the young girl's laughing mouth.
Linda's eyes flew wide open as she felt Jenny's mouth on her quivering lips. Jenny saw the surprised reaction. She also saw that Linda's expression was slightly dazed. The hash cookies were certainly working but she mustn't rush and shock her out of the state of high sensuality the girl was obviously feeling. She pulled away from her saying, "I couldn't resist that, my darling. You have such kissable lips." Linda pulled away from her.
Linda's reaction was one of part relief and part regret. She felt drunk with the demands of her body to experience again the smooth closeness of Jenny's glorious limbs and breasts. When their pussies met she had experienced a thrill she had never known before: it was something like the satisfaction she got from caressing her own naked body, feeling her own breasts and nipples, touching the lips of her vagina. She was moist there now, she knew, and she wanted to play with herself. No. She wanted Jenny to play with her there. Jenny was idly running her fingers down the nubile blonde's back, tickling into the cleft of her firm ass-cheeks. Linda moved forward, her eyes dazedly staring at Jenny's lips.
"Kiss me again. You have kissable lips too, Jenny." She couldn't believe that she'd said it, yet offered no resistance when Jenny pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her full on the mouth.
She felt Jenny's tongue moving feverishly inside her mouth and she responded with her own, licking at it and opening her mouth wide in a surrender to Jenny's experienced lips and tongue.
The fire in the innocent young girl's body blazed at the unexpected move to the bed, a fire of unbelievable excitement at the erotic knowledge that she was naked and alone with a beautiful naked girl who was making love to her. Perhaps she had at some time imagined this situation, or heard whispered references to it among her girl friends but even so she was surprised in her hash-befuddled mind that she could accept it so easily and naturally. The word "lesbian" didn't enter her head.
Unwittingly, she was soothed by the drug that destroyed inhibition. Also, she was reacting against her idea of the male sex, against Hugh's rough behavior, the shock of seeing her father lewdly shoving his cock into her mother's mouth, the obscenity of Tom cumming onto her face. Here with Jenny she felt safe, there was no great weapon to fear, no brute strength to fight, simply a beautiful naked girl lying beside her, kissing and caressing her body. She believed the mild feeling of faintness, of floating in the clouds was the effect of her growing desire for the closeness, the loveliness of this girl with the statuesque neck and shoulders, whose breasts were now softly moving across her own, and who was moving on top of her and insinuating a leg between hers. Totally relaxed, Linda opened her legs, feeling the pressure of Jenny's pussy against her thigh and her own pussy pressed against Jenny. Involuntarily she placed a hand on Jenny's ass-cheeks and the older girl thus encouraged, began to rub her leg against the pubic mound that Linda pushed up. Erotic excitement lubricated their vaginal lips until they were both sopping wet up between their legs.
Their bodies sweated so much together in the hot bedroom Linda felt Jenny sliding over her body like a fish. The skin of their breasts and bellies was beaded with moisture, increasing in both girls their feeling of wanton abandon. Jenny felt terribly thirsty from the effect of the hashish she had smoked and eaten. She eased herself from Linda's embrace.
"I must have a drink. Would you like a Coke, darling?" she asked.
"If it is Coke," Linda replied, leaning out of the bed to stroke Jenny's tempting ass-cheeks.
"I'll be back in a second. Just lie there with your hand on your pussy. You look like a blonde 'Naked Maja'. Just like your photo."
Linda sat up with a stifled scream, reality breaking into her mind through her state of relaxed abandonment.
"Oh, the photo! I must have it. Please, Jenny, can you get it for me?" she begged.
Jenny quickly realized that she might lose this gorgeous girl if she didn't handle her carefully. What a fool I am to mention that fucking snapshot, she thought as she quickly sat down on the bed and pushed Linda gently back, one hand playing with the young girl's firm ripe breasts, and kissed her softly on the nipples. But Linda was obsessed with the photo and was not to be easily diverted, although she writhed slightly on the bed, reacting to the breast kisses, and begged Jenny to help her. The elder girl leaned across and kissed her briefly on the mouth to quiet her and promised she would definitely get the photo from Hugh. Linda had half-expected the photo to be in the apartment and almost wept at the hideous thought of Hugh showing it around the Surf Club. She clung to Jenny, saying how she feared men, what brutes they were; how obscene her parents were and how she loved Tom but wanted to stay with Jenny. The sun-tanned lesbian saw that there was no need to worry about the confused girl coming out of the effects of the drug; Linda was well under the spell of the self-induced drug of lust. She's lusting for me, Jenny thought, and she smilingly went to the kitchen to mix a couple of Aussie Cokes.