About the same time the Classman twins were being fucked by the black rod of Gab Monthor, the virgin in 6 -B left her apartment and knocked on the door to 6-C.
A red-haired girl wearing only a one-piece black leotard opened the door. 'Hi, Conchi!' she said. 'Ready for your lesson?'
'Yes, of course,' Conchi said as she entered the apartment. She turned to the girl who had followed her into the room. 'When I see your body, Tina, I feel ashamed that I ever thought of belly dancing.'
'You have a wonderful body, Conchi,' the redhead said, 'and belly dancing is one way to make it more exciting to men.'
'It and I don't see eye to eye,' Conchi said.
The redhead laughed pleasantly. 'Mercy, mercy,' she said. 'To hear you talk makes me believe you don't agree with sex.'
'I don't, Tina.'
'But men!' the girl said. 'How can you do without men?'
'Easy-oh, I like them, but only socially. No other way.'
'Haven't you ever?' the girl asked.
'Not ever,' Conchi said.
Tina's blue eyes were almost black as she looked at Conchi with amazement. 'Why you poor dear! It is the best thing in the world to get!'
'Do you really like it, Tina?'
'Conchi,' the redhead said as she placed a hand on her pupil's shoulder, 'intercourse is the only thing in this world that can be a real pleasure.'
'What you just said makes it easier for me to talk to you.'
'About what, for mercy's sake?'
'I have a problem, Tina, and I have to talk to someone about it.'
'Then let's talk-let's talk like real friends, Conchi.'
Conchi smiled her relief and placed a hand over that of the girl's on her shoulder. 'I would rather wait until later.'
'All right, Conchi; we'll dance and then talk.'
Bettina Werp was the owner of a large and successful business downtown. She was a professional dancer who had given up stage and television work for a place of her own. Next to sex, dancing was her main thing. Conchi Thorne and a few other women came to her apartment for lessons; the rest went to her well-furnished and spacious studio where she taught all kinds of dancing.
The room the two were in had been changed into a small studio with mirrored walls and dancers' bars. It had started out as a place for Tina to practice. When Conchi and a few other women wanted lessons closer to home, Tina had been a good sport and agreed to teach them in her apartment.
Tina slipped her hand from under Conchi's and said, 'Let me start some music on the stereo so we'll get in the mood, yes?'
Conchi smiled. 'Why not? I'm here to dance.'
'Good,' Tina said as she placed some records on the automatic changer. 'And let's slip into the right costume tonight, shall we?'
'But Tina,' Conchi began.
'What's under your robe?' Tina asked.
Conchi opened her robe to reveal herself dressed in a halter top and a long skirt. Her midriff was bare. 'Like it?' she said.
Tina smiled. 'Not bad, but let me show you a real belly dancer's outfit.'
'What is the matter with mine?' Conchi asked.
'Mercy, nothing! But half the fun is wearing the right costume.'
Tina stepped behind a screen for a moment and returned with some filmy material. Without any show of embarrassment she removed her splendid body from the one-piece leotard in front of Conchi. Her dancer's legs were firm and shapely without any presence of muscle. A patch of almost copper-colored hair was on her smooth belly. And her breasts stood out, pointing their red-tipped nipples right at Conchi.
As Conchi watched, Tina slipped into a G-string that supported a long transparent skirt of filmy material. Then she confined her superb breasts within the cups of a jeweled bra made especially for her.
As she swirled in front of Conchi, Tina said, 'How about this kind of costume?'
'It is lovely,' Conchi said.
'I'll get one for you.' Tina went behind the screen again and returned with bra and G-string skirt. She handed the theatrical vestment to Conchi. 'Put it on-you'll dance better.'
'Why not?' Conchi began to undress, the idea of stripping nude in front of Tina become sensually exciting to her. Or perhaps it was the music that was filling the room with its savory beats.
The two had always been informal with each other but had never before exposed their lovely bodies when together. Conchi became aware of Tina's dark blue eyes on her as she unfastened the halter to free her quivering breasts.
'Beauties,' Tina said.
Conchi nodded in agreement before slipping out of her long skirt and the briefs she wore beneath it.
'You're sexy,' Tina said. She moved closer to Conchi and did something that no woman had ever done before. Her hand moved slowly toward Conchi's naked breasts and felt one, squeezing it.
Conchi was amazed into stillness. And remained so as Tina's fingers glided downward over her belly, coming to rest on her curly brown cunt hair. Tina slid her fingers into the mass and pulled on the hair gently.
'Really great,' Tina said. 'But don't be afraid of me. Mercy no!'
Conchi smiled. How could she be annoyed with this girl who could become the teacher to her nephew's sex education? 'I don't mind, really,' she said.
'Don't, for mercy sake, get me wrong-I'm not a lesbian. I was just admiring. But, holy cow-how have you managed to stay away from men this long?'
'It hasn't been easy, Tina.'
'I'll bet. Now get into your costume and we'll go to work.'
Conchi dressed in the bra and G-string skirt. She asked. 'What do we do tonight, Tina?'
Tina looked with approval at Conchi. 'Let's limber up first before we shake our bellies.' It was surprising how well Conchi's body responded to the twists, bends, and contortions that preceded her belly dancing lesson. For her age, she was superb. Her hips rolled and vibrated while her breasts swung from side to side. She was without a doubt becoming adept at this belly dancing craze.
But it was Bettina who gave a performance that equaled the best of the best belly dancing in the whole wide world. She could oscillate her cunt so fast that it moved from side to side six times a second! No man could watch her whispering twat without wondering what it could do to his eager cock.
Both Conchi and Tina were breathless when the lesson ended.
'I must live in a freak pit,' Conchi said, 'to take lessons like this.'
'Mercy,' Tina replied. 'You will see how much this does for your body. It will stimulate you, make your skin fresh and beautiful.'
'I have noticed my complexion,' Conchi said. 'It is becoming more healthy.'
'See?' Tina said. 'I told you belly dancing will improve what you have.'
'Perhaps it does,' Conchi said. 'But I have a very special 'diet' that I follow. It is one that improves the flesh.'
'Really?' Tina said. 'Don't tell me what it is. I don't like diets.'
'There is,' Conchi said, smiling, 'the possibility that you already are on that diet.'
'Mercy,' Tina said, moving her red head from side to side. 'I need no diet to keep me in perfect health. I dance my way to physical fitness.'
'Good for you,' Conchi said.
'How about a drink-then we can talk about your problem?'
'I would like that,' Conchi said.
While Tina went to prepare the drinks, Conchi took off the jeweled bra and G-string skirt. She put on her own
