It was a beautiful, slow ascent. The frustration and choked emotions were twisted and interwoven so tightly that they had to be coaxed rather than torn from her, and she felt the gentle, steady rise to exultant triumph coming as a swelling height on the horizon which moved inexorably forward. It evaded her and shied further away when she reached for it, but when she waited it came closer and closer, sweetly whispering of unimaginable bliss. Betty's finger kept sliding in and out as, she sucked at Janice's breasts, teasing the nipples into a delicate firmness then fondling them with her tongue. The pressure grew within her as Betty's lips moved on down and her finger began stroking the hard, tight nub of sensation, and she began gasping and clawing at the bed again. Her short fingernails scraped along the side of Betty's thigh, and Betty moved her smooth, shapely thigh closer, invitingly. Her fingernails dug into the soft, silky flesh, and Betty moved her thigh still closer, putting it by her. Her teeth began grazing at it as her fingernails dug, and Betty pressed it against her and sighed with satisfaction as she dipped her head between Janice's thighs. Janice's fingernails and teeth dug harder into the satiny skin on Betty's thigh as her tongue began moving on Janice's vulva, searching into the core of her being.
Then it was suddenly imminent, and Betty had her thighs splayed wide apart, her tongue touching the hard nub, moving down to probe within, then moving further down to slid and wriggle between her buttocks. This time it had been a fire growing to white hot intensity rather than a crushing weight of sensation and Janice felt the frantic screams being torn from her throat as her body tossed wildly. It was there and then she slid over the edge and poised suspended by a single thread which held her from plunging into the abyss. It snapped, and the universe collapsed around her. She screamed at the top of her voice as her fingernails scored big, red weals on Betty's thigh, and she threw her head around and fastened her teeth into Betty's firm flesh as her body went into paroxysms of ecstasy.
She almost fainted, then she swam back into consciousness of her surroundings. She was weeping hysterically, and Betty was cuddling her against her large, naked breasts, stroking her head, rocking her slightly, and whispering soothingly. But it was all gone – there was nothing but emptiness remaining inside. It was a black, misty emptiness though, frightening and lonely. Betty's large, beautiful body and her caresses were comforting, soothing. She turned her head and began mouthing at one of Betty's breasts, "Will that make you feel better, honey?" Betty breathed, cupping her breast and holding the nipple to Janice's lips. Janice made, an affirmative sound in her throat, seizing the silky mound in both hands and sucking at it eagerly. Betty continued holding it to her, lips, her arm around Janice's shoulders, and her lips moved over her forehead in a gentle caress. "Go ahead, honey… suck it all you want to… bite if you want to… I don't mind… do anything you want to."
Later they lay clasped together, and gasping shudders passed through Janice's body as the aftermath of the tears died away. "I haven't done anything for you," she hiccoughed. "All I did was think of myself – I'm a poor lover."
"You're wonderful," Betty murmured, her lips touching Janice's hair, then she chuckled. "And you'll never believe it, but I went off just when you did. I just knew that everything was coming loose in you, and it made me go off. Honest to Goddam, and there I went, all the way out. That's never happened to me before, but then I've never made love with anyone like you before."
"Are you sure? I can make you…"
"You can rest, honey, that's what you can do. You just came all to pieces when you went off – it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"And I scratched and bit you."
Betty chuckled again. "Yeah, you're liable to hurt me, little doll."
"But it must have hurt you, Betty…"
"With you doing it, it felt good. Next time do it harder. Would you like for me to make you some tea or something?"
Janice sighed and shook her head. "No, darling. No… I'm tired."
"Then go to sleep, honey."
"Lie on top of me, Betty. Please lie on top of me so I can go to sleep."
"I might hurt you, honey."
"You won't hurt me," Janice said, pulling at her. "Come on – lie on top of me." Betty cautiously raised herself, and Janice slid under her on her back, putting her arms around her. Betty lowered her weight gradually onto Janice, and Janice nestled her face into the hollow of Betty's throat, sighing and wriggling comfortably. "Are you sure I'm not hurting you, honey?"
"I'm sure," Janice replied, her voice muffled. "Are you comfortable?"
"It's like heaven," Betty murmured. "As long as it isn't hurting you."
"You won't hurt me. Stay on top of me and keep everything away from me while I sleep. Keep everything away from me while I sleep, Betty."
Betty wrapped her legs around Janice's and put one arm under her shoulders, settling herself on top of Janice, then she kissed her forehead with a gentle pressure. "Go ahead and go to sleep, little doll," she breathed. "I won't let anything bother you. Just go ahead and go to sleep, and don't worry about it, honey. I'm here, and I won't let anything bother you."
CHAPTER NINE
"God, it's really killing me, Janice – it really is," Celia said in a low tone, leaning over the table and turning her head to look at the window as she blinked back her tears. "If it was anyone but my mom I'd tell them to kiss off, but I've got to go, I've just got to go." Her voice almost broke as a squeaky sound came from her throat, and she swallowed convulsively.
Janice breathed a long, deep sigh and glanced at the door; a few students were still moving along the hall, but they were on their way home and no one was walking slowly enough to really observe them. "Celia, I understand how you feel, and I wish there were something I could say to make you feel better about all this. But the matter of the fact is, I feel as bad about it as you."
"Yes, I know, Janice. Here I am just thinking about myself, and you…"
Tears were filling her eyes, almost flooding over to trickle down her cheeks, and she nibbled at one of her knuckles as she blinked and swallowed. She was wearing a print blouse, slacks, and a sweater, and one of the buttons was missing from her sweater. Her young face looked very sweet and appealing, and Janice blinked back tears of sympathy, clearing her throat. "Well, Celia, Cleveland isn't on the other side of the world. It's only a short distance by plane, and perhaps we'll have a chance to visit. You are going to enroll in school there, aren't you?"
She nodded, glancing at Janice and trying to smile, then she looked back at the window. "Yes, I'm going to… go on with my music." She dug a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed at her eyes with it, then she sniffled and swallowed. "And I'm also going to get the hell out of here before I break down." She pushed her chair back from the table and gathered up her books. "Will we be able to…?"