She seized Janice's thighs and pulled herself around, burying her lips in the triangle of hair between Janice's thighs, and Janice sighed and closed her eyes as she parted her thighs. Wendy's head burrowed between them, and she began lapping Janice's vulva with long strokes of her tongue, still moaning and quivering. Janice opened her eyes, flickers of sensation crossing her face, and she reached for Wendy's thighs. She pulled them toward her as Wendy moved on around on the bed, and they parted as she kissed them. The small, delicate vulva was nestled invitingly in the blonde, silky hair, warm and soft. Janice opened her mouth and covered it with her lips, sucking it and dragging the tip of her tongue back and forth across it.
The heady taste of Wendy's young body was in her mouth, and agonizingly ecstatic sensations were racing through her as Wendy's tongue stroked her clitoris, sending rippling waves of fire coursing through her body. She held Wendy, cupping her buttocks and stroking her back as she teased the tiny godhead of beauty from its nest with her tongue, and Wendy's body began undulating violently as she stroked it with a delicate pressure of the tip of her tongue. It was all there, all she'd hoped for and more. Wendy was a part of her and she was melting into Wendy as they lay with their bodies pressed together and their heads between each other's thighs. She could feel the sensations rising in the small, slender body as though they were the feelings gripping her own, and there was an awareness that Wendy had entered her consciousness and was warmly embracing her on a deeper level, on a more intimate plane.
Then her body was on fire, Wendy's fingers digging into her buttocks and her tongue sending spasms of sheer ecstasy through her. Wendy was with her, her small body throbbing wildly as every tendril in her being came alive in the swelling, soaring flight to orgasm. It reached the peak, pausing there in heart-stopping immobility, then exploded in silent thunder which roared through her head and an all-consuming fire which welled up and enveloped her. This time there was no numb retreat into the solitude of sensation; Wendy moved even closer, interlocking with her and joining her in the wrenching ecstasy.
She lay with her arms around Wendy, and Wendy pillowed her head on her breasts, slowly stroking her hand up and down her back. "I'll drive you home when we've rested, darling," Janice murmured.
"I don't live with my uncle any more – my aunt couldn't stand my practicing on my cello at ail hours of the day and night. I have an apartment down on Howard Street."
Janice smiled happily and squeezed Wendy. "Good. We'll go get your things tomorrow, right after we're through at the dentist's."
Wendy squealed with delight, kissing and nuzzling Janice's breasts. "God, this is… well, I can't say it in English – it's more than wonderful. You're so nice, and… and…"
Janice kissed her forehead, shaking her head slightly. "No, I'm a pig, darling."
"Umm?"
"I'm a pig. I want you again. Now."
Wendy looked up as Janice's voice suddenly became taut, then she surged up toward her, pressing herself to her. "You're not a pig. You're my lover. And I want you, too – I want to make love to you. Kiss me – ummmmmmmmmmmm…"
Their lips crushed together and their tongues caressed in a passionate kiss as they embraced, their legs lacing together as they began fondling each other and undulating.
A month later they were sitting at a table in the airport restaurant. Janice had a small dish of ice cream and a cup of tea in front of her, and Wendy had a large bowl of ice cream mixed with chocolate syrup, whipped topping, pieces of candled fruit, and nuts. Christina walked into the restaurant, glancing around, and her features brightened in a smile as she saw them. She crossed the polished tile floor, her high heels making sharp, cracking noises. "Hi, you two."
They looked up at her and smiled, and Janice waved toward a chair. "Sit down, Christina. Would you care for coffee or a cup of tea?"
Christina shook her head and sighed as she pulled the chair out and collapsed into it. "No, thanks, Janice. I'm like coffee up to my ears. I've just seen the Tuttles off, and they had me up at an ungodly hour this morning, fixing breakfast for them and their pack of kids… oh, well, it's for a good cause, I suppose." She looked at the large bowl in front of Wendy and swallowed. "That ice cream looks good."
"Would you like some?" Wendy asked, her voice muffled by the nuts and fruit she was chewing. "I'll go get you some."
"No, thank you, dear," Christina replied, her voice slightly sharp. "I can smell a spoonful of ice cream and gain three pounds." Her lips tightened slightly as she looked at the bowl. "But I don't suppose you have that problem, do you?"
Wendy shoveled another large spoonful into her mouth and shook her head. "I can't gain weight – I'm too hyper."
Christina's lips became tighter. "And I don't suppose that lake of chocolate topping will give you pimples either, will it?"
Wendy shook her head silently and shrugged, chewing…
"No, I didn't think it would," Christina sighed, looking away. "That's something else I like, but I can smell a chocolate bar, and ten minutes later I'll look like I have measles." She looked at Janice, keeping her eyes away from Wendy's bowl. "What are you two doing here?"
"Today's the day that Wendy's cello and bow arrive."
"Oh, yes, I heard some of the orchestra talking about it. From the way they were talking, it must be some kind of treasure or something."
"Only eight of them in the States," Wendy said. "The cello, that is. I couldn't find out how many Bellini bows there were…"
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Wendy," Christina said. "It pisses me off enough just to see you eating that, and you don't have to rub it in." She looked back at Janice. "When's it supposed to be in?"
"On the nine o'clock polar flight from Europe."
"Well, I'll stick around and take a look at it, then."
Janice smiled. "Don't expect to see too much right away. It's sealed in a crate, and it'll be a couple of days before we completely unwrap it – we want to be sure the change in climate doesn't damage the finish."
"Well, I'll just take a look at the crate, then. From the way everyone's been talking, even that should improve my mind to some extent."
They laughed, and Janice and Christina chatted while Wendy finished her ice cream. When she was through, they left the restaurant and went down the escalator to the main terminal rotunda, then walked slowly through the terminal, chatting as they weaved their way through the people rushing back and forth with luggage. There were two men signing for several boxes at the freight desk. They finished with the clerk and stacked them on a cart, and Janice stepped forward as the clerk glanced up and raised his eyebrows.
"I'm Doctor Wycliffe. I had a crate come in on the nine o'clock polar flight."
The man nodded, picking up a clipboard and leafing through the receipts on it, then he snatched one out of the stack, dropped the clipboard on his desk, and looked through an open doorway behind him. "Charlie, bring out number four thirty six. It's that big wood box over on the side there." He turned back and pulled a form from under the counter. "Would you like it delivered?"
"Is the delivery service insured?"
He nodded, filling in the top of the form. "Twenty cents per pound, maximum of two hundred dollars per item," he rattled. "Additional insurance optional at a cost of ten cents per mile per thousand dollars of insurance."