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?”
“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
