Janice slid her tongue across Celia's clitoris, and a shuddering spasm raced through Celia's body. She began flicking her tongue back and forth over it, and Celia squirmed against her in ecstasy, pressing her pussy harder against Janice's mouth. Then Celia's tongue groped again, and a battering shock of sensation wrenched every muscle in Janice's body as Celia's tongue passed over her clitoris. It began flicking rapidly back and forth, and every nerve in Janice's body came to life as the agony of pleasure gripped her and began wringing her. She concentrated on Celia's pussy, titillating her and trying to drive her into an orgasm, but the cloying, heady impulses building up and surging higher within her kept dragging her mind into the misty softness of the pangs of pleasure which were racing through her. She fought harder, flicking her tongue over Celia's clitoris as rapidly as she could, but she continued sliding deeper into the ecstasy which was enveloping her. Tension began building, the taut, ringing tension of a string stretched too tightly. Her body was a springboard drawing down to rocket her mind into lofty regions of ecstasy as she felt the hesitant, trembling quivers of an approaching orgasm churning within her. She clamped down on it, trying to hold it back and bring her lover to the ultimate peak of pleasure. It trembled and shuddered, slowing and remaining in the shadows of her mind for a moment. But the tension kept building. Grinding, snapping, and crushing her under it suffocating weight.
Celia shuddered and trembled, and the sensations racing through her seemed to build up and burst, blossoming into an abrupt explosion of ecstasy. It happened in an instant, throwing her into wracking convulsions, and she screamed raggedly, her wailing shriek muffled between Janice's thighs as she kept flicking her tongue back and forth over Janice's clitoris. The orgasm was again shuddering on the brink of bursting loose in Janice, and she abandoned herself to it as she kept numbly flicking her tongue over Celia's clitoris to drive her on through her orgasm. She was dimly aware that her hips were thrusting madly and crushing her vulva against Celia's mouth as the spasms seized her in rolling waves of motion which rolled down through her and wrung her with ecstasy.
Janice tumbled through the breathless, soaring pleasure of orgasm, the excruciating sensations battering her. She reached the towering peak, the feel of Celia's body in her arms and the need to keep driving her tongue a shadowy thought on the edge of her consciousness, then she plummeted. Celia collapsed limply in the same instant, her head rolling from between Janice's thighs as she turned onto her back, panting with quick, shallow gasps. Janice relaxed and pillowed her head on Celia's smooth thigh, her head swimming dizzily and her breasts heaving as her lungs gasped for air. Celia gathered her strength with a groan of effort and turned on the bed, and she snuggled against Janice and put her arms around her. They held each other, both of them struggling for breath and their hearts pounding madly.
Later Janice lay on her back with her head on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. She had her arm around Celia's shoulders, and Celia was lying on her side facing Janice, looking at one of her breasts and fondling it. "I'm not making your breasts sore, am I, Janice?"
Janice shook her head absently, a faraway look in her eyes. "No," she breathed.
Celia glanced up at her face then looked at her breast again, slowly closing her hand around it. "I'm not the only one, am I? I mean, you've done this with others – others here in the city."
Janice's eyes focused and she glanced down at Celia, then she looked back up at the ceiling again and nodded.
A long moment passed as Celia looked up at Janice's face, then her eyes moved down Janice's naked body. "I thought so," she murmured. "You're so beautiful that everyone would be after you. But I'll bet there hasn't been very many who got you, because no one knows anything about you and everyone is sort of afraid of you. You're not going to be able to get rid of me, though. I won't tell anyone anything, but I'm going to be like a little puppy dog after you."
Janice looked down at her and smiled, then she put one arm under her head as she put her other hand on Celia's head and caressed it, combing her fingers through Celia's blonde hair. "It's good between us, Celia. This won't be the only time for us."
Celia raised her head and looked at Janice's face again, smiling with pleasure. She slid one hand down Janice's body and cupped her vulva, squeezing it, and she stretched across Janice to run the tip of her tongue around on Janice's smooth armpit. Janice shivered and smiled, opening her thighs wider, and Celia moved back and put her head on Janice's shoulder. "I still can't believe this. I've seen you dozens of times and longed for you, but you always looked so… unapproachable." She moved her hand back up to Janice's breast, fondling it and looking at it. "The picture on the piano. Was she your lover?"
A long moment passed, then Janice sighed and nodded. "Yes. She was my first lover."
"Would you tell me about her?"
Janice moved her head and looked down at Celia's face again, her face serious and unsmiling but her expression gentle, and she began stroking Celia's hair again. Her lips silently formed the word. "Why?"
"I know you don't like to talk about yourself, Janice – everyone knows that. And no one knows anything about you. But I want to know about you. I want to know about you so I'll never do anything to make you mad at me or make you disgusted with me. I want to know about you so I'll never say anything to hurt you. And I want to know what to do to please you. You know I'll never say anything to anyone about… us, and I'll never say anything to anyone about you. Please tell me." Janice put her hand on Celia's head and pulled it back down to her shoulder, and she looked up at the ceiling again as she stroked the tips of her fingers over Celia's smooth face, caressing her. Celia put her hand on Janice's breast again, squeezing it and fondling it. The seconds ticked by in silence, turning into minutes as Janice looked up at the ceiling, thinking, and Celia lay with her head on Janice's shoulder and her hand on Janice's breast, waiting. Finally Janice cleared her throat with a soft sound, then she licked her lips and swallowed. She began talking.
"I was sixteen when I went to Vienna. My parents had been killed several years before and a law firm was trustee of my estate…"
CHAPTER THREE
She was finally in Vienna, but it wasn't at all as she'd expected. There had been visions of living in a sublime atmosphere of devotion to music, breathing, eating, and thinking of nothing but music in the surroundings where the masters had lived and created the immortal compositions, but it wasn't at all like that. What was supposed to have been quaint and old world was, at first hand, simply squalid and dirty. The cheerful camaraderie she'd had with teachers before had been replaced by a cold, impersonal discipline, rigid and ruthless, and the lessons seemed to have nothing to do with music. Even if she'd been able to understand them, which was another problem. Her two years of conversational German were absolutely useless, because they seemed to be using a different language. One of the professors was using a dialect which was about half German and half some Slavic language, and even the Austrians had difficulty in understanding him. Others rattled in accents and dialects in which she would identify an occasional word which had meaning. And everyone seemed to think her ventures into the nightmare of German syntax were utterly hilarious. She couldn't ask the location of a class without someone exploding into laughter. A language in which the noun for little girl was masculine gender, and they thought it amusing that someone would have trouble with it.