Ruth came close, wiggling her ass, and while she was against me she ran her hand down the front of my pants.
“You'd have forgotten about the radio again tonight, wouldn't you?” she said. “But you'd have fucked her this time. Well, I want to see you do it.”
She took her clothes off and she went back to Jane with a fresh drink. The girl took the drink, but her eyes watched Ruth. She looked closely at Ruth's nipples and at the word I had written on Ruth's belly. The swim had made the words faint, but they could still be read. Ruth spread the girl's legs.
“Your cunt looks good enough to eat,” she said.
Jane wanted to close her legs, but Ruth held them open and touched her cunt. She pulled the lips and opened it and closed it several times.
“Let me have a bite of it,” Ruth said.
Jane shook her head and tried to keep Ruth from doing it, but Ruth dropped her face close to the girl's cunt. After she had kissed Jane's belly several times she kissed her thighs and at last she kissed her pussy.
“I'm beginning to see what you mean, Bill,” Ruth said.
Jane, when Ruth spoke to me, took half a dozen swallows of her drink and then set it away. She kept her eyes on Ruth, not taking them away for a second. She did not try to keep Ruth from putting her face down by her cunt the second time.
“I'm afraid of you,” she said.
Ruth had just started to lick Jane's thigh, and she pulled her head up so quickly that the tip of her tongue was still sticking from the corner of her mouth.
“But I thought that you liked me!”
“I do like you. But I saw some pictures of you, and I didn't like them.”
“Oh, those damn pictures!” said Ruth.
“You looked as though you might even kill somebody if they tried to keep you from what you were doing. And you look that way now.”
“You've had boys screw you, haven't you?” Ruth said.
“One boy. I let him do it because he took me to the movies, and then he went and told all the other boys about me.”
“If you didn't feel that you would kill anybody who made him stop fucking you, he didn't do it very well,” Ruth said.
“I'm afraid of you.”
Ruth patted Jane's belly and smoothed her face against Jane's thigh.
“Try not to be afraid just for a minute,” she said. “I'm afraid too, because I never went down on a girl before, and you could choke me with your legs, but I still want to do it. Don't be afraid. Open your legs.”
She licked Jane's thighs, and then she licked her hair. Jane tried to smile back at her, but the smile was not confident. Ruth kissed the girl's hair and then her mouth sank between the girl's thighs. Jane's legs tightened, and she looked afraid, but when Ruth smiled at her she opened her legs again.
Ruth's mouth was wet and very red.
“I never tasted a cunt as nice as yours,” she said. “I've tasted a lot of cunts when I've Frenched men who have been laying some girl just before that, but none of them were this good.”
Her tongue dove into Jane's cunt again.
“I've drunk too much,” Jane said.
Ruth dragged her partly off the couch, and fell awkwardly to the floor. Half falling herself, Jane arched back and opened her legs, giving her cunt and her belly to Ruth.
The radio played wildly.
“I've drunk too much,” said Jane.
With her arms holding the girl so hard that the flesh of the girl's thighs puffed out around them, Ruth clung to Jane, and she was after her as though she had always done it, and you would have guessed only if you knew her as well as I did that Ruth had never gone down on a woman before. She fought to get her mouth into Jane's cunt, and Jane slid over the edge of the couch until she lost her balance and fell over on Ruth on the floor.
I had seen women French other women, but I hadn't seen Ruth even touch a woman before, and I was kind of surprised at the way she acted. But I was more surprised at Jane and at the matter of fact way she had of accepting what was going on. I would have been less surprised if she had screamed or fainted or at least begun to cry when Ruth went after her on the couch. I couldn't understand her being like that.
Out of the tangle of arms and legs Ruth snaked up and rubbed her face against Jane's.
Deuces, said the radio, were new ten cent cigars designed to give the utmost in smoking enjoyment at a reasonable cost. I was going to turn the radio off, but a band started to play. It wasn't a good band, but it was better than no band.
“Every night,” said Ruth, “as long as we're here, I'm going to French you.”
“Yes,” said Jane.
Ruth rubbed her cunty face on the girl's mouth. Wenching around the way I have, nothing that people do in bed surprises me, but when Ruth did that, for some reason I thought of a dumb musician I once knew in New Orleans who told me about how he took out a girl one night, and she told him she wanted to suck him off. So he said O.K. and she sucked him off. 'So then I punched her in the mouth,' he told me. 'After she sucked you off?' I asked him. So he said sure; so I asked him why. 'Oh, for being a cock-sucker'; he said.
“We'll teach each other to French,” Ruth said.
“I've drunk too much.”
When Ruth lay with her cunt by Jane's face, Jane just looked at it.
“Even your toes,” Ruth said.
She licked Jane's toes, and then she put them in her mouth, one and then the others, until she had sucked all ten of them, and she hugged the girl's feet to her face. Jane looked at her cunt, but she did nothing until Ruth drew her fingers to it. She pressed her fingers in it and put her head on Ruth's thigh. Ruth touched Jane's cunt and licked it.
“Touch mine with your tongue. We'll teach each other,” Ruth said.
I remembered the little snake I had seen. His tongue had flicked out quick and ruby-red, and Jane flicked her tongue out like that. Ruth got to her feet.
Ruth stood queening. Jane, on her knees, swayed forward, and her head rested on Ruth's thighs.
“French me,” Ruth said.
The girl threw her head back and sucked.
“My little drunken Sapphic flute girl,” Ruth said. “I shall give her a mirror of burnished copper, and a carved olive box of trinkets.”
She looked triumphantly at me.
“I'll let you wear my new morning coat,” Jane said to Ruth.
“Do you remember something Catullus wrote about some Roman soldiers who came and killed the lover of a flute girl and then fucked her?” Ruth asked me.
“I remember it,” I said.
“They told her she must learn to play a new flute and then made her go down on them.”
“I said I remembered it.”
“You don't have to snap at me. Bill, give my little flute girl a new flute to play.”
Jane did not turn her head away when she saw me coming toward her. But she was unsteady by herself, and she caught herself with her hands to keep from falling to the floor when Ruth went away from her. She started to crawl to the couch.
“She wants another drink,” Ruth said.
“I've drunk too much,” said Jane.
I lifted her and then changed my mind and set her down again. Ruth sat on the floor with us and held my prick in her hands while I held Jane.
“Men have too much hair,” Jane said.
“Not too much,” said Ruth.
She combed her fingers through my hair and patted it down, and then she put her face down to it and
