She would have been shocked to know that that man was Clete Anderson, the black town sheriff, whom DesirЋe had mentioned only once and in the worst possible context.
But that would be something for another day, if any day at all. The fact that DesirЋe had admitted to that certain indiscretion took some of the sting out of Robyn's conscience for her affair with her Uncle Jim, with whom, it must be admitted, she felt a great admiration, affection, and yes, most certainly, attraction. For even while she hated herself for her weakness, it took a great effort of will not to go running back to the Devereaux house for more of the same sexual stimulation she had been enjoying for the last few days.
She supposed that moving from this lovely house to Mark Denning's much smaller home would have been something of a hardship, though she understood that true love makes many such things easier. So, why had DesirЋe started an adulterous affair? Still, in her position in her strange relationship with her Uncle Jim, Robyn told herself that she had no right to judge. DesirЋe's peccadilloes could in no way approximate the wickedness of her affair with James Devereaux.
"And this is the bedroom," Tanya announced as they walked in. It was a big and airy room with a large, double window and louvered closet doors. "Rodney and I sleep in here now, and if anyone wanted to peek, they could hide in the closet and see everything we did – if we ever did anything."
In the final days of August, the room was hot and Tanya walked over and opened the window. From her angle of vision, she did not see Lobo waiting, and for once she was glad, for she wanted Robyn all to herself and was sure that Robyn would be terrified to see the legendary raping dog in the room with them. Smiling, she turned back to Robyn, an idea forming in her mind. She had liked the feel of the younger girl's firm, ripe, hard-nippled breast when she had touched it earlier and she had felt her lonely woman's lesbian longing for the other girl. Not that a man wasn't always better, just that this innocent, young brunette dancer was here and available and recently awakened by Jim Devereaux's randy penis just two days previously. Big Jim must be some man to have broken through this little cupcake's defenses.
Tanya laughed at herself, at the way she was thinking. Cupcake indeed! Robyn was just a couple of years younger than she.
Robyn was standing there, her arms at her sides, when Tanya crossed to her and put an arm around her waist, lightly pressing her left tit against Robyn's right.
"Cozy room, isn't it?" Tanya said in a low voice. "To think some kids are born to this, while the rest of us live like peasants. What's your place like back home, Robyn?"
Robyn smiled and she drew away from Tanya's friendly touch, though her body had been enjoying the tender brush of the older girl's breast against the sensitive nipple. "Like a peasant, of course. Uncle Jim's the rich man in the family and he's kept Priscilla bottled up like a rare perfume."
"Looks to me like she's rebelled in a big way," Tanya remarked. "How were you brought up?"
"Very, very straight."
Tanya drew the shy young girl down to sit on the bed beside her. "I don't suppose you ever felt like just up and breaking free?"
Robyn shook her head. "No, not really – well, not very often."
"I suppose your mother dragged you to church and told you never to let a man touch you," Tanya said, her finger lightly brushing the back of Robyn's hand where it lay on the bedspread. "But I guess you've seen by now that you missed out on a lot of fun."
Robyn blushed and dropped her gaze. She really didn't understand all the foreign, rebellious thoughts and impulses that whipped through her mind and flesh. She did know that she felt terribly ashamed by what she had done with her older lover, and somehow she blamed herself for enticing him into betraying the relationship of brothers, her father and her uncle. She also knew that the floodgates of her passion had been opened and, try as she might, found it impossible to stop the feelings from bubbling to the surface, upsetting her chaste scruples. Could she redeem herself from her own filth, now that she had committed fornication with her own uncle? Did she have the strength to resist these new impulses that had possessed her mind? She knew the best thing she could do now was to stay away from James Devereaux as much as possible.
The young coed felt a tingling on her thigh and saw that it was coming from the stroking of Tanya's magic fingertips.
She was very lovely, Tanya was, with long slender legs like Robyn's and a glow in her eyes that seemed to mesmerize her. Her face was very close to her own and she could feel the older girl's breath on her cheeks.
"Here, Robyn," Tanya whispered. "Let me take your hurt away."
As Tanya's lips moved toward hers, Robyn felt her own breathing quicken, and then, like an electric shock, the contact of labial flesh against labial flesh shot a bolt of current through her body that ricocheted up to the top of her head. Robyn moaned with startled passion and felt Tanya's hands playing over her clothed body as her unresisting lips were pried open by a questing tongue.
"Baby, you're going to feel so good before the day is out," Tanya said. "You'll be in no hurry to go back to that other place."
"Oh, Tanya," Robyn moaned, feeling Tanya's fingers tracing her thigh up to her moistening crotch. "I've never done this before. Not with a woman."
The older girl was unbuttoning Robyn's dress, slipping her hand into her warm cleavage there, palming the ripe mound and carefully tweaking the hard, tingling nipple. Tanya eased the younger brunette back onto the bed, feeling success within her grasp. One hand slipped inside the leg of Robyn's panties and found the moistening slit of her baby vagina, and there was an uncontrolled moan as her fingertip found the teenager's clitoris, which was swelling in response to the knowing caress. No man could stimulate a woman the way another woman could, for only a woman knew the exact trigger-points of sensuality in a woman's body. Tanya concentrated on Robyn's hot clitoris, only dipping inside the girl's pussy briefly to collect lubricant on her probing fingertips.
Robyn's words were garbled now, unintelligible against Tanya's French-kissing mouth, her hips swiveling uncontrollably up to the magic caress, and she felt her loins grow loose with a flood of juicy feminine nectar that was being released. As it had just a few days before with her uncle, an expanding glow suffused her loins that weakened her ability to resist, to pull away from the maddening, wicked caress of the older girl's talented fingers and lips. While Robyn lay there on the bed, her mind reeling with this new dreamlike reality, her moral strength and resolve melting into the sheets, Tanya carefully worked her clothing and damp panties off her smooth flesh.
Tanya sat on her heels, caressing the girl's skin lightly, drinking in the sight of pristine, youthful beauty, so lovely as to rival the angelic DesirЋe's. It was a wonder that Robyn and DesirЋe were such good friends, but it was a tribute to their innocence that neither resented the other's beauty. Robyn's creamy flesh, the silky, dark pelt lying on her soft and deeply-cleft mound of Venus, and the glowing pink of nipples and aureoles the size of silver dollars, made her look as delicious as a sundae. Tanya wanted an intimacy with this lovely creature, wanted to caress and love and be caressed and loved in return, and felt a need to enslave her to her will, to make her want to come back again for the pleasure she was going to teach her.