"Don't really care," mumbled Linda, stroking Jenny's cunt.
"I'll bring us a cookie and another drink. I think you like Aussie Cokes now, don't you, my lovely little nymphet?"
"Yes, I think I do," Linda said vaguely, sitting up with Jenny to kiss her before she left the bedroom.
Before returning, Linda put on a Hodges and Ellington record and when they had eaten the cookies they carried their glasses into the living room where they danced cheek to cheek, breast to breast and cunt to cunt. Their movement quickly brought Linda to a sexual response; she felt her clitoris aroused and asked Jenny to play with her. "With my cunt," she said, all objections to coarse words forgotten.
"Stay the night with me," Jenny suggested, feeling down to rub her finger into the slit and over the little raised almond.
"Yes, yes, I will. But what about my parents?" Linda exclaimed, trying to solve a problem that was only partly nagging at the back of her hazy mind.
"I'll phone them and ask them," Jenny suggested, arousing Linda further with her finger and a long kiss.
"I think Dad would rush straight here and take me away. You don't know how they protect me. It's awful," she giggled.
Jenny had thought of this problem in case she did manage to seduce the girl. Hugh had a plan; so did she.
"Do you really want to sleep with me tonight?" she asked, holding her tight around the waist, fondling her buttocks and keeping her finger rubbing up and down her pubic groove. "Do you really want to, darling?"
"Yes, I want to fuck you all night," Linda replied then laughed to herself at the thought of telling a girl she wanted to fuck her. I must be drunk, she thought, and began to laugh aloud. "I'm drunk Jenny, my lovely girl-fuck. I'm drunk."
"Then you can't go home. I'll phone your mother and fix it. Now you go and cool off under a shower. We both need one," she said pushing the blonde towards the bathroom.
"I want to dance with you."
"We'll dance later. Go and shower." With that Jenny shut her in the shower stall and went to the phone, leaving the drunkenly laughing girl playing under the fine, cooling spray.
When Susannah Spender answered the phone, Arnold was out shopping. They were worrying again about Linda not being home when they returned and Susannah was sure the call was from Linda. Instead, it was the girl Jenny that Linda had mentioned. She couldn't hear properly… the girl seemed to be slurring her words. Long distance? She said it was a long distance call from Brisbane, could she hear her? Yes, she said, but could she speak louder?
What she heard made her heart pound with anxiety. Linda in Brisbane, six-hundred miles away, with Jenny? Surely there must be some mistake? Oh no, there was no mistake. Being asked to fly there at a moment's notice for a modeling job, Linda had gone with her to see some of the country. They would be back in a few days' time and Linda could tell her parents all about it. Susannah demanded to speak to Linda. "In a moment," said Jenny. First of all she wanted to tell her how upset Linda was at seeing her mother suck off her father's cock. "What did you say?" screamed Susannah. Jenny repeated the devastating information and went on to say how Linda had confided in her and how she wanted to get away from her parents for a few days. Jenny also said, into the shocked silence at the other end, that she would be with Mrs. Spender's daughter all the time that no harm would come to her, but if Mrs. Spender didn't wish to bring her daughter to a nervous breakdown she should allow her to stay away.
"We're staying with Hugh's father," she explained, "a very respectable judge." They would visit various parts of Queensland. "And don't worry," she told Mrs. Spender, "we'll return to Sydney safe and sound."
"I insist on speaking to Linda," her mother demanded. "Otherwise I might be forced to phone the police."
"Very well," Jenny said. "I'll fetch her. She's talking to the judge at the moment. I don't think you should talk to any policemen, Mrs. Spender. The police might wonder why the sight of her mother sucking her father's cock drove your daughter away."
Susannah had to sit down, trembling with fear for her daughter and from the effects of dreadful shame. So Linda did not sneak up to bed that night… she must have looked in first. Oh my God, she thought, the poor little Princess!
Jenny called Linda who came dripping to the phone. Holding her hand over the mouthpiece, Jenny whispered to Linda: "It's OK. You can stay the night. When you speak to your mother, just ask can you stay. Just that. Can you stay."
Excitedly, Linda took the receiver and said, "Hello Mom! Is it all right to stay?"
Susannah had recovered her senses enough to control her voice. She had decided quickly that she must carry this thing through by herself and not bring Arnold into it. It was all too shameful.
"Hello, Princess, are you all right?" she asked, trying to keep the anxiety of her voice.
"Sure, Mom," Linda replied laughing. "I'm having a wonderful time. I adore being here."
"It must be hotter there than here," her mother said, thinking of the higher temperatures hundreds of miles to the north.
"Yes, it's beautifully hot," replied Linda, feeling Jenny's hand pressing into her pussy. "Thanks for letting me stay. I'll only be here for…" she managed to say before Jenny "accidentally" pushed the receiver button and the line went dead, leaving the sentence in the air.
"Oh damn," Jenny said. "I'm sorry, I cut you off."
"I'll phone again," Linda said cheerily, swaying on her feet.
She certainly can't hold her liquor, thought Jenny.
"Don't test your luck, honey," Jenny murmured as she kissed the delicate pink lobe of the blonde's ear and rubbed her nipples expertly across the erect pair in front of her. "Your father might change your mother's mind."
"Never," the young American replied, sighing at the sensuous passes the older girl was making. "Daddy always does as he's told. At home, Mom wears the pants."
"How quaintly American," Linda said. "In this home, girls go without pants."
She went to the hi-fi and repeated the record just played, and the two girls danced, holding tight to each other's body, legs thrust hard against pubic mounds, mouths locked in a long blissful kiss. Linda forgot about calling her mother.
It was going to be difficult for Susannah Spender to explain Linda's foolish escapade to Arnold. But what could she do? She would have to say that Linda called and asked her permission, that she was now on her way to the airport, and that she knew exactly where their daughter would be staying in Brisbane. The fact that Linda had talked to a stranger about the shameful episode hurt Susannah deeply, but then, she reasoned to herself, Linda was adolescent and she supposed it was a normal reaction to be shocked at what she saw. She would really have to talk to her psychiatrist about it when she got home. It was probably time Linda saw a psychiatrist, too.
She mixed herself a martini to fortify herself for when Arnold returned to find his Princess gone away with a model to stay with a judge in Brisbane. She drank the martini and mixed another. She still trembled – more from the shock of Jenny's disclosure than the fact that Jenny had virtually run away from them, but consoled herself with the thought that at least their darling Princess was staying with a good family.
At the same moment, a few hundred yards away Linda was sipping another Aussie Coke, thinking warm and loving thoughts about her mother. "Mom's great," she said enthusiastically to Jenny. "I'll take her some flowers in the morning. From Jenny and Linda," she giggled, spilling Coke between their breasts and over the four nipples.
"Want to lick some Coke?" she asked Jenny. And Jenny did, as Linda did, the licking continuing until their mouths were back together locked in a passionate, sucking and tonguing French kiss. They were dancing, cunt rubbing, and kissing when they heard Hugh's key turning in the lock of the front door.