"I like you too much, Wendy – perhaps I even love you. And I know I could come to love you more. No, it isn't that I don't like you, Wendy."
"…don't understand…"
"It's simply because I could love you so much, Wendy. You see, when Lisa was killed, a large part of me died along with her – a very large part. So it isn't that I don't like you and don't love you, Wendy – it's because that I'm afraid of being hurt."
Wendy looked down at her hands, twisting them on her lap and swallowing rapidly as she blinked back tears. "I couldn't promise not to die, Janice," she whispered in a broken voice, shaking her head rapidly. "I couldn't promise that, because I just don't know." Her face twisted and she began crying, her thin shoulders shaking as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "I could only promise that I would never do anything or say anything to hurt you in any way. That's all I could do, Janice. And I wouldn't hurt you…" Her voice faded as she put her hands to her face. "God, I'd never hurt you, Janice," she sobbed, her voice muffled. "Oh, I love you so much…"
Janice looked at her as she leaned over, crying into her hands, and an agonizing stab of compassion, remorse, and love shot through her. She moved over to Wendy and put her arms around her, gathering her to her, and hot, fiery desire raced through her with a force which made her feel weak and breathless as she held the small, firm body in her arms. She pressed Wendy's head to her breasts and stroked her hair, kissing her forehead gently. "I know, darling, and that's all anyone can promise. And you have my promise, too. I've been cruel to you, Wendy, and I'll make it up to you. I'll never hurt you again."
Wendy suddenly stopped sobbing and raised her small, beautiful face, wiping her cheeks with her hands and sniffling. "Do you mean…? Do you mean that…?"
Janice smiled and nodded, her eyes moving over Wendy's beautiful face as she held her close. "Yes, darling, that's what I mean," she murmured. She cupped Wendy's small, soft chin in her palm and bent down, covering Wendy's lips with hers.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Her lips were salty with tears, soft and damp from crying. A sharp thrill raced through her, more exquisite and penetrating than that generated by a mere kiss. There was an acute awareness that this was Wendy, this was the perfect, beautiful love. Wendy's lips opened under hers, small, warm, and trembling with eagerness. The tip of Wendy's tongue was there, tracing a trail of fire across her tongue. The warm, sweet taste of her saliva, the tantalizing feel of her damp lips moving and tugging. The scent and feel of her lovely body nestling closer. Janice held her tighter, sliding her tongue between Wendy's lips, and Wendy pressed herself against Janice and turned her head from side to side, kissing her passionately and sucking at her tongue.
Wendy's eyes were closed when Janice lifted her head and looked down at her. She slowly opened her eyes, and a smile spread across her face as she looked up at Janice. "I love you, Janice," she breathed.
"And I love you, Wendy," Janice murmured, kissing her again lightly.
Wendy responded with a tugging pressure of her open lips and smiled again. "If one of my teeth is rough, it's because I lost a cap."
"Where?"
She pushed at the corner of her lip with the tip of her tongue. "There."
Remorse stabbed at Janice again, and she pressed her lips together. "That's where I struck you, isn't it?"
"It was probably loose anyway."
Janice held her with one arm and put the tip of her finger on Wendy's lip, lifting it. "Let's see it." It was the canine on the right side, and it was fractionally shorter than the one on the left side, with a slightly rough feel to the tip. "Wendy, I'm dreadfully sorry. Does it hurt? Are you sure? Absolutely sure?" She tapped it with her fingernail. "Not at all? Well, I'll take you to a dentist tomorrow, and we'll get it replaced…" Her voice faded and she smiled down at Wendy as Wendy took her finger in her mouth and began sucking it, smiling up at her. She kissed Wendy, her lips moving over her downy cheeks and kissing away the dampness of her tears. "I'm very sorry, darling," she murmured. "I'm very sorry for striking you."
"It's all right," Wendy breathed, her lips touching Janice's. "Your hand didn't hurt…" She suddenly giggled. "But your ring felt like a cricket bat hitting me. But that's all right, because kissing you one time is worth all… kiss me, Janice, kiss me – ummmmmmmmmmm…"
They embraced tightly, their mouths opening wider as the kiss became more passionate. Janice's tongue slid deep into Wendy's mouth, and Wendy surged up at her as she wrapped her tongue around Janice's and caressed it. Their saliva blended as they kissed and Janice could feel the need becoming more insistent and demanding within her. She slid one hand down Wendy's thigh, pulling at her dress, and Wendy reached down and snatched her dress up to her waist, pressing Janice's hand against her naked thigh. Janice felt her thigh and slid her hand upward, pressing it flat against Wendy's stomach, and Wendy wormed her hand into the front of Janice's gown as she spread her thighs open. Janice's hand slid down and cupped Wendy's vulva through her panties as Wendy's hand closed over Janice's naked breast.
Wendy closed her eyes and moaned as she took her lips from Janice's, a trembling shudder passing through her and her hand eagerly fondling Janice's breast, and she buried her lips in the hollow of Janice's throat. "God, I knew you didn't have anything on… under your gown… driving me crazy…"
Janice slid her hand into Wendy's panties and pushed it down to the soft, downy hair between her thighs, combing her fingers through it and savoring the feel of Wendy's hand caressing her breast. "Let's go into the bedroom, darling," she murmured.
Wendy nodded, lapping and kissing Janice's neck, and they stood up. Their eyes met, and they surged together with their arms sliding around each other and their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. Janice put her hands on Wendy's back and slid them down to her buttocks, cupping them and squeezing them, and Wendy began undulating against her as she turned her head from side to side, kissing her hotly. Their lips parted, and they moved toward the bedroom with their arms around each other.
They entered the bedroom, and Janice turned on the light as she fumbled for the zipper on Wendy's dress. Wendy stood and looked up at her with naked hunger on her face as Janice unzipped the dress and pushed it off Wendy's shoulders, then she reached around her for the fastener on her bra as the dress fell around her feet. It came loose and she pulled the bra off Wendy, looking down at the small, hard breasts, silkily smooth mounds of resilient flesh tipped by large, protruding nipples. She bent and took one of them in her mouth as she pushed Wendy's panties down her thighs, sucking it gently, then she let it slide from her mouth as she stooped to push Wendy's panties off her feet. She stood back up, trailing her fingers up Wendy's beautifully shaped legs and caressing the bun of soft hair between her smooth thighs, and Wendy gasped and shuddered with sensation as she opened Janice's gown and pushed it off her. Janice let her arms fall to her sides, and the gown slipped off and fell to the floor. Wendy's eyes moved up and down Janice's naked body, and she uttered a choked wail as she threw her arms around Janice, gripping her tightly and caressing her.
They moved toward the bed, their lips pressed together and their hands moving over each other's naked body, and they slid onto the bed together, their legs lacing together and their bodies undulating against each other. Janice pressed Wendy down onto the bed and bent over her, sucking at one of her breasts and fondling the other one, and Wendy writhed on the bed with her long, blonde hair scattering under her head and panting gasps coming from her mouth as she caressed Janice and looked at her. She spread her thighs apart and thrust herself up off the bed as one of Janice's hands moved down between her thighs, and she closed her thighs on Janice's hand and undulated with quick, surging movements of her hips. She suddenly uttered a whimpering wail and thrust herself up off the bed, pulling her breast from Janice's mouth and turning. "I've got to do it," she moaned. "I have to have you right now…"