"People can be very provincial."
Christina looked up at her, her eyes moving from side to side as she studied Janice's face. "I have the feeling that you're a very… tolerant and understanding person, Janice. I got that feeling when I first saw you. I got the feeling that you would accept people… as they are."
Janice kept her face carefully neutral, but there was no controlling the swelling glow which began building up within her, the first quiverings of hopeful anticipation. "I do, Christina."
Christina nodded, looking down at her hands again. "Well, people wondered why I married a man so much older than I was. There were a lot of raised eyebrows, and some of my family friends were straightforward about it – simply asked me why I married him. I told them it was because I loved him, but that wasn't it at all, of course. The reason was plain and simple, we had an agreement. He wanted a wife who was young and beautiful, one who would be a credit to him and represent him well, and I wanted a man who wouldn't be… demanding. You see, by the time I had finished college, I'd had a number of affairs… with… with women."
Janice fought for control, to keep the flush from rising to her face and to keep her breathing slow and steady even as her heart began pounding with a force which was almost audible. Christina's perfume was a heady, alluring scent filling her nostrils, and the woman's chic, polished beauty was a strongly compelling force. She steeled herself and slowly turned her head and looked into Christina's eyes, smiling and nodding. "I see."
Christina's face was slightly flushed, her expression strained, and she cleared her throat. "That doesn't surprise you?"
"Why should it? It certainly isn't extraordinary."
"God! You're like…" Christina broke off and pressed her lips together tightly, her cheeks flushing darker. "You don't rattle, do you? Well, what if I told you that I wanted you that way? As a lover?"
Janice could feel the flush stealing up to her cheeks, overcoming her control, and there seemed to be a choking constriction in the back of her throat. But her voice remained smooth, steady. "I told you that I consider you an attractive woman, Christina."
Christina frowned unsurely, then hope began to spread over her features. Janice kept looking into her eyes, the slight smile on her lips, and Christina suddenly smiled with ecstatic joy and moved toward Janice on the couch. She put her hand tentatively on Janice's slim arm, her fingers trembling, and she looked down at Janice's face, her full breasts heaving with the sudden shortness of breath. Janice's face was more flushed and her lips were slightly parted, but she remained silent and waiting as she looked up at Christina's face. Christina's hand moved down her arm to her small hand, clutching at it, and Janice turned her hand over and laced her fingers through Christina's, gripping her hand tightly. A whimpering moan came from Christina's throat as she took Janice into her arms and held her tightly, bending down and pressing her lips against Janice's smooth throat.
"God, I can't believe this – you're so beautiful, Janice, and I've wanted you from the first time I saw you…"
"…had only to ask – if you'd asked, I'd have come to you…"
"…most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me. You're the most beautiful woman and most desirable woman I've ever seen…"
"…been here all the time, Christina, if you'd said something…" Christina raised her head and opened her mouth wide, covering Janice's lips with hers as she cupped her face in a trembling hand. Her tongue lapped eagerly at Janice's lips, and Janice lay back in her arms, turning her face up and opening her lips. Christina's tongue wormed into Janice's mouth, caressing the inside of her lisp and the edges of her teeth, and Christina's hand moved down to Janice's hip and thigh, squeezing and pressing urgently. Janice put one hand on one of Christina's breasts and squeezed it gently, opening her mouth wider and nibbling at Christina's tongue, and it seemed to inflame her desire for Janice. She cupped Janice's face between her hands and kissed her torridly, thrusting her tongue deep into Janice's mouth, then she slid her hands down to Janice's breasts and fondled them through her blouse and bra as she turned her head from side to side and forced her tongue deeper into Janice's mouth. Janice savored the sweet taste of Christina's lipstick and saliva in her mouth as she thrust her breasts harder against Christina's hands. Christina whimpered in her throat as she took her lips from Janice's and leaned over her, unbuttoning her blouse. "God, I've got to see you, I've got to have you. God, I could eat you up, baby."
"Save some for next time," Janice breath, smiling up at her and feeling the fiery heat beginning to build higher and tingle through her limbs. Christina looked beautiful, her blue eyes swimming in a brilliant glow of aroused passion and her cheeks pink, and Janice nestled closer into her arm squeezing her breast harder. Christina's nostrils flared wider and her jutting breasts pressed against Janice as she held her close with one arm, opening her blouse, then she slid her hand up the back of Janice's blouse and unfastened her bra with a quick pull of her fingers. She looked down at Janice, her lips damply parted and her breath coming in eager rushes as she slowly pulled the cups of Janice's bra away from her breasts, then she quivered and moaned as she looked down at Janice's breasts, putting her hand on one of them and squeezing it with a tender pressure. "Oh, God, you beautiful little doll… you're so beautiful… you're the most beautiful woman in the world…" Her voice died into a whimpering moan as she put her hand around the base of Janice's breast and squeezed it, then she lowered her head and opened her mouth, lapping, sucking, and kissing Janice's nipple.
Janice closed her eyes and tensed, a moan of sensation coming from her lips, and she squeezed Christina's breast harder as she tightened and curved her back, thrusting her breast up at Christina's lips. Christina opened her mouth wider and took part of Janice's breast between her lips, sucking it firmly, and Janice slid her hand up to the back of Christina's neck, pressing her head down. "Get it, get it, get it," she hissed, trembling with sensation. "It's good, darling – that feels good. Get it for me and make me feel good."
"I will, baby, I will," Christina babbled her voice muffled as she sucked and lapped at Janice's breast. She covered it with her hand again, squeezing and feeling it, and she moved her lips to the other silky mound of resilient flesh, teasing the nipple out hard and straight with the tip of her tongue then opening her mouth wider and sucking it. Janice began to writhe on the couch, pulling harder at Christina's breasts, and Christina raised her head again. "Let's go into the bedroom, baby. I want to see you naked I want to see your beautiful body and make love to you all over."
Janice nodded breathlessly, struggling to get up, and Christina stood up and helped her to her feet. She put her arms around Janice, crushing her to her, and she kissed her again as she fondled one of her breasts. Janice rested in her arms, savoring the silky, hot dampness of Christina's lips on hers and the smooth feel of her tongue groping and caressing the inside of her mouth. Christina's lips slackened, the pressure easing, and she kissed her with light, damp touches on her lips, eyes, and cheeks as she fondled her breast and kept her arm tightly around her, guiding her toward the hallway.
Christina released her at the bedroom door, snapping on the light and reaching behind herself to unzip her dress, and Janice shrugged out of her bra and blouse as she pulled the bedclothes back. Janice moved away from the bed, leaning down to pull off her boots and stockings, then she unfastened the waistband of her slacks as she turned and looked at Christina. She had removed her dress and shoes, and she was taking off her pantyhose. Her tall, lithe body was breathtakingly beautiful as she straightened up, dropping her pantyhose on the chair and reaching behind herself to unfasten her bra. Janice felt the fiery arousal churning and surging higher as she looked at Christina's large, firm breasts. They were almost massive, smooth, white orbs which jutted straight out from her chest, tipped by large nipples which were erect from her arousal. Janice dropped her slacks and pushed her panties down, stepping out of them, then she walked toward Christina.