sexy.”
“He must have pulled up your baby-dolls when you were asleep,” I broke in to comment, sipping my coffee and feeling absolutely drained of every vitality. “Weren't you… didn't you mind his looking at your naked breasts?”
“I wasn't even… gosh, I was half asleep,” Kathy tried to explain. “And Bob saw me in the baby-dolls all the time. They don't exactly hide them, you know. I think I just started feeling jazzy and curious before I had time to… well, think about things too much.
“I saw Bob's hand on his thing and it was so damn big and everything. He just lay there and worked it up and down real slow with his fingers, and the way he looked at me… oo-ooh! Mother, you know that man has a way of turning you on just by looking at you. He never took his eyes off mine, and he started kissing your breasts and your tummy. He could see I was so… shook, he knew I wouldn't say anything, and he moved over between your legs and… well, he started putting it in you.
“I… I was petrified, turned to stone! I couldn't move. I was so… gosh, just fascinated and shook, and I was scared to move, because I was afraid when you woke up, you would really raise hell.”
“Kathy?” I said with a question mark, pausing a moment to think. “How could you… or, how did you feel when you heard your mother… enjoying it so?”
“Oh, I got all shook then,” she admitted with that misdirected innocence of hers. “Mother, you're so beautiful and sexy! And Bob was… he was doing it to you so… so beautiful. I think I must have said 'beautiful' or something, because he repeated it and asked me if I didn't think it was beautiful, and I…”
“Did he touch you, Kathy?” I demanded suddenly, stiffening in anticipation of her reply.
“Yes…,” she admitted after a long pause, then swallowed noticeably before continuing, “He was fingering me off… while he was doing it to…you…”
“Oh, God… no!” I cried out, pounding the breakfast table with my fist, “God, what have I done? Kathy… this is all my fault as much as it is Bob's. How could I let this happen to you?”
“Gosh, how can it be your fault just because we're both nympho, huh? I didn't…”
“Don't say that, Kathy!” I bellowed at her angrily, then apologized, “I'm sorry, honey. It all seems like some nightmare to me.”
“I wish I didn't have to go back and leave you alone,” Kathy told me so very sweetly, coming over to sit in my lap just like she did when she was a little girl, putting her arms about my neck. “I wish I could stay here with you. Oh, Mother, we could have so much fun together, going out on double dates or meeting guys, like we did that summer at the beach. Oh, that would be super, just like this girl I know named Nancy Dean at school. Her mother's young and beautiful like you and they do just everything together. They used to date these two guys from the radio station, and Nancy was dating Ken and her mother was dating Phil. In a couple of weeks, they switched and Nancy was dating Phil. She told me about the parties they had at their house… all night long on the weekends. Oh, they were fab, Mother!”
“I think it's best for you to go back, Kathy,” I told her seriously, squeezing her hand and feeling very uncomfortable about her sitting in my lap like this, both of us almost nude. “It's your last year at school. You have your friends there…”
“But what will you do without Bob?” she asked me with some concern, frowning. “You've been going with him for two years now.”
“Don't you worry about that,” I told her, getting up and forcing her to jump off my lap. “Your mother has plenty of other friends, nice friends. I think I'll call up Cindy right now and tell her I'm back in circulation. She knows plenty of… interesting men.”
Cindy was busy when I called, but I invited her over for lunch the next day and asked her if she'd like to go along later in the afternoon when I took Kathy to the airport. I was glad to see Cindy again, even though the conversation had to be toned down somewhat while Kathy was with us. I had a large salad and some spiced shrimp, rolls and iced tea. We ate out on the patio. Kathy was all dressed up for her trip, and I was so very proud of her.
“Denise, darling,” Cindy remarked when we were driving back to town from the airport, “I knew you had a daughter, but I never realized what a monumental beauty you had for a daughter. Oh, you'd better keep that gorgeous darling away from the men, my love.”
“You don't know the half of it, darling,” I said, taking hold of her hand and squeezing it, “Let's stop for a drink somewhere and I'll tell you the whole miserable story.”
We went up to Cindy's apartment and she turned off her phone so that we wouldn't be disturbed. I apologized for cutting her out of so much business, and she said she'd forgive me if I agreed to go out on a stag party date with her the following weekend and let her keep the money. I was only too happy to agree.
It took me at least two hours to unwind and tell her the whole story. We sat there on the couch holding hands the entire time, sipping from our drinks, watching it get dark outside.
“Hungry?” Cindy asked when I finished, and I nodded my head negatively. “I'm not either, darling… not for food. I'm going to eat you instead…”
With that, Cindy went to the floor between my legs, which I spread for her very readily, but without any great surge of passion. It was a quiet kind of feeling that I always experienced with her. I pushed my hips toward the front of the cushion, then lifted them so she could remove my panties. Her lips were warm and soft on the insides of my thighs and her tongue was hard when the tip of it entered me.
“Cindy, darling… I love you,” I told her with rising passion. “Oh, I've wanted that from you for so long… so very long…”
I writhed and twisted in a slow and languorous rhythm as the tempo of our passions increased. She was making the most of it after so long a separation. She was licking me up and down with her tongue, and the very sound of my wetness mingling with her mouth set me on fire.
This was all merely a prelude to the long and protracted session on my clitoris, the hard sucking of it in between her lips, the tongue that would lap it back and forth ceaselessly until I could not even strain with all my powers and gain another orgasm.
“May I sleep with you, darling?” she asked me in a soft whisper, and I nodded my head in very pleased and happy assent.
CINDY and I became lovers after that night. She all but deserted her children and spent three or four nights of every week with me. We became inseparable. We partied together, went on paying dates together, even joined the gay world of Lesbos once every week or two by putting in an appearance at a very exclusive Lesbian bar uptown.
Although I would have been the first to deny it if accused, all of the evidence pointed to the fact that I was cut out to be a Lesbian. Many of my tensions and fears seemed to vanish. Men became more of a means of extracting money than a source of emotional involvement or even orgasm. There were still some who could arouse me, but these were mainly the ones who would go down on me for long periods of time and who knew what they were doing.
So many of the men I met professionally were impotent or else they were just looking for their own satisfaction, that I was seldom stimulated to climax by normal intercourse. I still attended some of the swinging parties, yet I realized that my main interest in this was that it provided me an opportunity to have another girl without undue problems with Cindy. Even then, she became extremely jealous or pouty every time I went out to a party, and refused to come along when I invited her.
“Darling, I can bear it to see you with other men, because that's business and money in our pockets,” she told me, “but if I saw you eating another woman, I'd go crazy.”
And still, Cindy never wanted me to go down on her while the desire in me to do this to her became stronger and stronger. I looked forward so very much to the times we were hired together for a party or just for one man's enjoyment. Then, I could go down on her to my heart's content, and I loved it. I wanted to do it to her, and I only wished it could be the same between us when we were alone.
Cindy had a very large vulva with big thick lips. Her inner lips were elongated and one of them protruded. Her clitoris was big, although not pointed or projecting. It was just like a big mashed pea that would swell up hard after I tongued her a minute or two. I genuinely liked the taste of her, the pungent taste of her natural self mixed with
