Janice put her purse on the countertop and walked back into the kitchen as Betty filled the kettle and put it on the stove. "Where are your cups and saucers, Betty?"
She nodded toward a cabinet as she opened a drawer and took out a couple of spoons. "In there."
Janice took two cups and saucers from the cabinet and put them on the countertop. "This is a nice china pattern, Betty."
"Thank you. I got them in an import shop down in the city."
She seemed ill at ease and tense, awkward and self-conscious. Janice moved closer to her and casually put her arm around her waist. "It goes with the Early American motif in your kitchen and dining room."
Betty looked down at her and gently put her arm around her shoulders, smiling wryly. "You know, I keep having this awful vision of stepping on your foot or bumping against you and hurting you."
Janice chuckled and leaned against her, putting her head against Betty's large, firm breast. "Silly. You'd change your mind if you could hear what some of my students or some of the members of the symphony orchestra have to say abut me."
"I wouldn't change my mind, but I might punch some of them in the mouth and move their ears up to their cheekbones for them," Betty murmured, holding Janice closer and bending down, moving her lips gently over her forehead.
Janice raised her face and looked up into Betty's blue eyes, and Betty put her other arm around her, squeezing her tenderly. Betty bent lower, and Janice opened her lips and raised them. Betty's lips were full and soft, warm and silky. Her kiss was tentative and light, a hesitant, trembling pressure as her mouth covered Janice's. Janice responded, pressing her lips to Betty's as she felt Betty's firm, strong arms holding her closer, pressing her against the resilient, jutting mounds of her large breasts. Betty's lips were damp and sweet as she opened them wider, and there was a hint of the pressure of her white, even teeth and a flickering movement of her tongue. Janice sucked Betty's lower lip into her mouth, biting it between her teeth and running the tip of her tongue along the inside of it, then she thrust her tongue deep into Betty's mouth. A shudder raced through Betty's body and she gripped Janice more firmly as their tongues entwined and caressed between their open lips.
Their breath became short and their lips parted, and Betty looked down at Janice again, her blue eyes moving from side to side as she studied Janice's face. Her lips were damp, and her blue eyes were shining. "God, you're so beautiful," she murmured.
Janice slid both hands up and put them on one of Betty's breasts, squeezing it firmly. "And you are, Betty."
A flicker of sensation passed over Betty's face as Janice pressed her breast, then she sighed and swallowed. "No, I really mean it, Janice. You're a little doll. And not even a spot of makeup. I couldn't believe it when I first saw you, but… like when you were crying that little bit in the parking lot. Most women would have had mascara down to their chin, but thirty seconds later, I couldn't even tell… would you mind telling me how old you are?"
"I'm thirty-five."
Betty sighed again, shaking her head. "And you look every day of twenty. I've never seen anyone…"
"The kettle's boiling."
Betty loosened her arms and they moved apart, and Betty opened a jar of instant coffee and spooned some into one of the cups as Janice dropped a tea bag in the other cup and poured hot water into both of them. "Would you like to take it into the den?" Betty asked, stirring her cup.
Janice nodded, squeezing the tea bag out and dropping it into the sink. "If you like."
They walked through the dining room into the den and sat down on the couch, and Betty glanced at Janice. "Would you like to have the TV on?"
Janice shook her head, sipping her tea. "Not particularly. Not unless you would, that is."
"No, I don't want it on – I just thought maybe that you'd… do you watch TV very much?"
Janice shook her head again, still looking down at her cup and sipping the tea. "No, I don't own a television machine."
Betty looked at her quickly, a puzzled smile on her face, then she suddenly laughed and shook her head.
"Pardon me?"
"I'm not laughing at you, Janice – well, not really. I was just thinking about what you said about people being people and all this good stuff. How you're like anyone else, and do you know that you're probably about one person out of ten million in this country who doesn't own a TV? And for God's sake, you don't even know what to call it – it's a TV set, not a TV machine."
Janice put her cup on the coffee table, thinking; perhaps she'd translated something literally from German, which she occasionally did, coming up with an awkward phrase now and then. She ran the phrase over in her mind. No, she would have said "receiver". Then she realized she couldn't remember having discussed TV with anyone before. "Well, surely that isn't so very unusual…"
"Like I said, about one in ten million," Betty smiled, putting her arm around Janice's shoulders again and pulling her closer. "And you look like about one in ten million," she murmured her smile fading as she caressed Janice's face lightly with her fingertips.
"Kiss me."
Betty moved closer and put both of her arms around Janice as she leaned down. Their lips touched lightly, moving over each other and caressing, then they pressed firmly together as they opened wide. Janice relaxed in Betty's arms, savoring the feel of the warm, damp lips enfolding hers and the sweet, smooth sensation of the tongue moving in her mouth, probing, caressing, and feeling. Betty's hand cupped her face and stroked it gently as the tip of her tongue moved from side to side in Janice's mouth, and Janice closed her mouth, sucking and nibbling at Betty's tongue. A whimpering moan came from Betty's throat as she pressed her lips harder against Janice's and put her hand on one of Janice's breasts, pressing it through her dress and bra. Janice slid her hand up to one of Betty's breasts and spread her fingers over the large, firm mound, squeezing it firmly. Betty moaned again and moved her lips down Janice's chin to her throat.
Janice closed her eyes and leaned her head back sighing with the sensation of Betty's damp lips nuzzling her throat. "Nice," she breathed.
"I can do something nicer," Betty murmured, her voice quivering. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"All right, darling."
"I'm not rushing you am I, honey?"
"No," Janice breathed. "No – I want to."
Betty's face was flushed with arousal and her eyes were gleaming with hungry need as she stood up and lifted Janice to her feet. Janice's heart was pounding and her breath was coming in quick, shallow gasps, and her body was throbbing with the aching need for release and escape as she pressed herself to Betty, nestling against her. Betty put her arms around Janice and kissed her hair with a soft pressure of her lips as she guided her toward the bedroom.
The bedroom was huge, with a soft, diffused light coming from the chandelier high in the vaulted ceiling, and it was centered around a large bed. Janice moved away from Betty, reaching behind herself to unzip her dress, then Betty's hands were on her again, pushing her hands out of the way and pulling at the zipper. She dropped her hands and stood passively while Betty pushed the zipper down to her waist and pulled the dress off her shoulders. Betty's lips moved back and forth across her shoulders with a fiery, tingling pressure, and Janice shivered as spasms of sensation raced through her body. Betty's eyes looked into hers and communicated her hot, passionate desire as she pushed the dress down and bent over by Janice, holding the dress for her to step out of it. Janice put her hand on Betty's shoulder and lifted her feet out of it, and Betty shook it and dropped it over a chair.
Janice moved toward the bed, and Betty's hand was on her shoulder again, stopping her. Betty bent down, her lips brushing Janice's back in a soft, swift kiss as she knelt and took one of Janice's ankles in her hand, lifting it. Janice put her hand on Betty's shoulder again and lifted first one foot then the other as Betty slipped her shoes off her feet. Betty turned her, pulling her pantyhose down to her thighs, then she put her arm around Janice's waist and lowered her to a sitting position on the side of the bed as she peeled the pantyhose down and took them off Janice's feet with the other hand. Janice was sitting on the edge of the bed and Betty was kneeling by it, straightening the pantyhose and tossing them on top of Janice's dress. When she turned back, Janice leaned down and cupped her face in her hands, kissing her.