“I've told you she has a daughter…”
“But she spends most of the time at school…”
“And
a husband!”
“Gosh! I assumed you were separated or divorced when Stella said you were lovers. That must be rather awkward for you. He doesn't know about it, does he?”
“No, he doesn't know, but it has had its awkward moments.”
“Do you still have sex with him?”
“Now you're embarrassing her,” said Stella.
“Oh, I think we've got to know each other well enough by now, eh, Rita?”
“I–I think so. Yes, I have had some sex relations with him-very little since-since…”
“Since you and Stella started going to bed together. Yes, I can understand it being awkward, all right.”
“I feel a bit guilty about it.” said Stella, “seeing it was I who forced her into it.”
“Forced her?”
“Persuaded against my will, rather than forced,” I qualified. “I had never done that sort of thing before, but after I had been persuaded, I must admit I not only liked it-I wanted more!”
“Honest girl! Got any plans for the future?”
“None at all, I'm afraid-we go on from day to day hoping it will last.”
“If your husband finds out-what then?”
“Goodness knows!” I felt hot all over at the thought of it.
“You might find him understanding-some are, you know. I know of someone that actually happened to. She had been having a little sex with another woman on the side. Her husband was a traveller and while he was away, she used to either stay with her girl-friend, or have her stay with her. Then one night, her husband came home unexpectedly and walked into the living-room to find his wife and this woman stark naked on the floor. His wife was on her back with the woman on top of her, a dildo strapped on her, giving the wife a good old rogering with it.”
“What happened?” I gasped, heart fluttering at the thought of Phil catching me with Stella in similar circumstances.
“Well, after the initial embarrassment, they all talked it out and came to an agreement. The woman moved in with them and now they share the wife.”
Somehow I couldn't visualise that happening in our household!
“Well. I suppose we'd better be going,” Stella looked at her watch.
“I'll get you the keys of the bungalow.” Rose produced the keys, telling us what each one opened. “And here's a spare key to this flat-just in case you both happen to be in town and want to get something out of your systems!”
“Rose-you're a pet! Here-let's have a nice big kiss at you before we go!” Stella's arms went round her and Rose looked at me a little doubtfully.
“You have no objections, Rita?”
“I don't think so,” I smiled.
“When Stella said a 'nice big kiss' in the past, it meant a meal!”
“I think Rita will agree that you deserve it, eh, Rita?”
“Go ahead,” I murmured. “I certainly do.”
I watched as their arms went about each other and their faces met, mouth wide open. Cheeks hollowed and there was a faint suctioning sound; they pressed closer, hands stroking up and down one another's back. I saw what Rose had meant by a “meal”! When they drew apart, they were both breathing heavily and Rose's face was flushed. Stella stepped back and boldly placed her hands on the ample breasts, giving them a squeeze.
“Titties still nice and firm, darling-or do you wear reinforced bras nowadays?”
“Cheek! If you'd said that a couple of years ago, you would have had your bottom smacked soundly!”
“Well-do you?” Stella challenged.
“I certainly do not!” said Rose emphatically. “Here — I'll show you!”
Stella winked at me and I realised she had taunted her purposely. Rose reached behind her and pulled down a zip; the dress went slack at the front and she drew it from her shoulders, letting it slip to her waist. She wore only a flimsy-looking bra and her skin was smooth and creamy. With a flourish, she removed the bra and held it out from her body, drawing herself up proudly. I was impressed. Her breasts were very big and looked heavy, yet stood out from her chest as firm as melons. They were a beautiful shape, with large dark nipples standing out from the paler aureoles. “Well-how about that?”
“Beautiful!” breathed Stella. “Aren't they. Rita? And still as firm as ever.” Stella reached out and touched them, lifted them, ran her fingers lightly over the nipples, then pulled back quickly. “Uh-uh-naughty girl! I'll tell Dorothy!”
“You shouldn't have touched me there, then; I can't held a natural reaction!” Rose started to put her bra back on.
“Wait a minute; now you have them out-how about a kiss at them-just for old time's sake?”
“Now you're going a bit too far in front of Rita. Don't forget, she's not used to all this.”
“Well, we'll get her used to it. Tell you what-I'll kiss one and Rita can kiss the other; she's never touched another woman's breasts, except mine.”
“What about Rita herself?” Rose looked at me doubtfully. “You wouldn't want to…”
“I think I should like to,” I found myself already whispering, my throat dry, as I eyed those magnificent breasts.
“You just lie back nice and comfy on the bed, darling and we'll do the rest.” Stella pushed Rose back. Her knees caught on the edge and she sat down, breasts bouncing. Stella pressed her right back and sat on one side of her while I sat on the other.
Rose lay with her arms above her head, abandoning her breasts to us. I waited until Stella bent her head and her mouth closed over Rose's left nipple; watched Rose's body react, then pressed my mouth to her right breast. I sucked gently and instantly felt the warm nipple stiffen and lengthen between my lips.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stella's cheeks hollowing as she sucked strongly, felt Rose jerk as I, too, put on a stronger suction. One of my hands rested on Rose's shoulder, the other on her bare stomach. I found the faint odour of her body, mixed with her perfume strangely exciting; I suddenly realised my palm was stroking the smooth tummy as my mouth nuzzled at her breast. Stella concentrated solely on the breast, holding it with both hands as she sucked.
Rose started panting, her arms going about our shoulders, pressing our faces more tightly to her breasts. Her nipple felt big and hot between my lips.
“Oh, darlings-it feels wonderful,” she moaned, “but you shouldn't be doing this to me. Oooh! Gorgeous! I've never had two women do this to me at the same time. It-it could almost g-give me an orgasm. You- you'd better stop now…”
“You just relax, sweetheart,” Stella whispered.
I felt Stella's hand glide over mine where it rested on Rose's now quivering tummy. I looked down quickly and saw Stella's hand disappear beneath Rose's skirt. A second later, Rose jerked sharply with a gasp.
“Will you mind if I help her out. Rita?”