“No more for me-I'll be pie-eyed! I'll finish what I have in my glass.”
As we left, George looked me up and down and cocked an eyebrow at Stella.
“Lovely girl, your Rita, Stella-I take it she's booked?”
Stella looked at me and nodded.
“She's booked, I'm afraid, George. I agree with you, though-she is a lovely girl.”
“Ah, well, that's life! Enjoy the show, Rita?”
I said I had thought it fabulous, blushing at the comments about my person.
“Bring her again, Stella; let her see more of life- she seems to be a little inexperienced!”
“Pure is a much better word. George,” laughed Stella. “'Bye for now.”
“What is Rose like?” We sat in the taxi. “Will she mind your bringing me along? After all, you were her…”
“Good lord, no! She invited you, anyway. I've told you that was over a couple of years ago. Besides, she has another woman waiting for her to join her in Paris tomorrow. By the way-it's OK for the bungalow, any time we want to use it.”
“She sounds nice.”
“She is nice.”
“Pretty?”
“Mmm-hardly pretty: handsome, certainly. No — she isn't the mannish type, either. Dresses well, makes up well. A little older than us; let's see-she'll be just about forty now. Bigger, too-she has a forty-one bust, but she's fairly tall and carries it well. Auburn hair- very like yours.”
“Do you go for auburn-haired women, Stella?”
“Don't know — I haven't really thought about it. You jealous?”
“Don't know-1 haven't really thought about it!” I mimicked.
“Now you've had a taste of it, who knows- you may start running round trying to make all the women you can lay your hands on!”
“I should think that most unlikely.”
“Did that show do anything to you? Here-let's have a little feel!”
“Stella!” I frantically tried to hold my skirt down as Stella's hand went to my knees.
“Well what about the titties, then — those nipples should be as big as…” the hand went up to my bosom.
My hands immediately shot up to protect them. Too late, I.realised it had only been a feint to get at me down below. Her hand at once came down and was under my skirt and between my thighs before I could close my legs. I jerked with sensation as soon as her fingers touched my crotch.
“Stella! No! Please-what will the taxi-driver think.”
I fought to pull her hand out, blushing furiously.
“They're used to this. Besides, he's concentrating on driving-he won't even notice. Golly-your panties are pretty sticky!”
“What did you expect? Taking me to a place like that?”
“Would you have liked Penny to have done that to you?”
“In front of all those people?” I gasped. “In private, then?”
“I don't think so.” Then I smiled at her. “She hasn't got such nice titties as you have!”
“Thank you! You'd let me do it to you, then?”
“Mmm-I didn't say that!”
“You think you'd like it, though.”
“I didn't say that, either! Now will you please take your hand from under my clothes. The taxi's slowing down-quickly, Stella-he'll see us!”
“We're here, anyway.” Stella at last took her hand out from under my skirt, letting me push it down to a respectable level as she opened the door.
She paid off the cab and we went in to a small block of recently built flats. We got into the lift and she pressed for the second floor. Stepping out of the lift, we found ourselves in a short corridor with two doors on either side.
“It's number five,” said Stella, going over and thumbing an illuminated button below the figure five.
CHAPTER FOUR
The door opened and I realised Stella's description of the woman who stood there smiling at us was very accurate. She was tall, handsome, auburn haired and full-breasted, dressed in a snugly-fitting up-to-the-minute maroon dress that hugged her wide hips and breasts. She was beautifully made up and not a hair of her head was out of place. We went in as she stood back.
“Great to see you again, Stella,” she said as she closed the door. She took her into her arms and gave her a great hug, kissing her full on the mouth. Then she turned and looked at me. “And this is Rita. How are you, my dear?” She bent and kissed me on the cheek. “She's a lovely girl, Stella.”
“So George was saying-think she had a few ideas about her?'
“I'll bet she had! What did you think of the show, Rita?”
“I think her panties suffered considerably!” put in Stella, before I could answer. “Stella!” Once again, I was furiously blushing.
“Don't mind her, Rita. Stella-you're embarrassing the poor girl. Give us a chance to become acquainted before you start bringing out intimate secrets like that.” She was laughing. “I must admit, though, George does put on some fabulous shows-I went the other night with Dorothy; it did something to us, too!”
“Which had to be worked off afterwards, I have no doubt!”
“You're deliberately trying to embarrass Rita, aren't you?” Rose smiled, shaking her head. “Naturally, it had to be worked off afterwards!”
“I take is Dorothy is the one…?”
“She's waiting for me in Paris; we're going to spend at least six months travelling around, then perhaps we'll come back to England-I'll get in touch when we do. Now, let's have tea.”
She had a honey of a flat, which she showed us round after tea. Compact, with everything to hand, the flat consisted of two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and bathroom, with a separate toilet; it must have cost the earth, especially with the furniture she had in it. On the bedside table in her bedroom there was a photograph of a lovely woman with ash-blonde hair. She saw me looking at it.
“Yes, that's Dorothy-quite lovely, isn't she?”
“Beautiful,” said Stella. “How old is she, Rose?”
“Thirty. She likes men, too; says that at the moment the bias is in favour of women-me in particular-and she wants to see the world and really gorge herself on lesbianism, before deciding whether or not to marry and settle down.”
“You'll have to keep an eye on her-she may take a fancy to a man while you're on holiday…”
“Oh, I can handle her-smack her bottom now and again as I used to smack yours-remember?”
“I remember.” said Stella, ruefully, colouring and trying to avoid my eyes.
“Remember that time you stayed out till all hours and came in half-cut? I had your skirt up and your knickers down and across my lap before you knew what had hit you; then I whaled the tar out of your behind with your own shoe!”
“Rose! Must you-in front of Rita?”
Rose laughed delightedly.
“Now whose embarrassed? I can tell you. Rita- there were lots of times when she felt my hand or slipper on her bare bottom!” She reached out and lifted Stella's chin, kissing her quickly on the lips. “I liked her, though. In fact-I could still go for her, if the circumstances were different. Don't worry, though, Rita-I'm not going to take her away from you. Are you two living together?”