wait while Stella darted back; I heard them whispering for a while, then Stella joined me again and we let ourselves out.
On the way home in the car, I tried to find out what she had gone back for, but she shook her head.
“Sorry, can't say-nothing for you to get jealous about, though. I promise.”
So I had to be content with that.
“Gosh, I'm as randy as blazes!” gasped Stella.
“Me, too,” I answered. “It's hardly surprising, is it? After the show we saw this afternoon and what we did for Rose. Incidentally-she's nice, isn't she?”
“Rose? She's a dish!”
“How did you come to split up?”
“Oh, just one of those things-we drifted. We shall always be the best of friends, though-even to helping each other out, as we did today.”
As we got very near to home, Stella slowed the car right down.
“Are you feeling as sexy as I am?” she asked quietly. “I want you so badly it hurts!”
“Me, too, darling. What can we do?”
“It's nine o'clock-what time do you think you should be home?”
“Well, Phil knows that buying a coat and having lunch in town shouldn't take all day-even if it is an hour and a half's journey each way. I really ought to go in.”
“Well, here we are.” Stella turned the car into our road and we rolled to a stop outside her house. She turned and looked at me, squeezed my thigh.
“Oh, hell, darling-I can't even kiss you goodnight in the car; somebody would be bound to come along at the crucial moment. How about a quick drink-just one, huh?”
“I suppose ten minutes or so won't make all that much difference; can't be much longer, though.”
“Go and open the gate for me and I'll drive straight in, then.”
I was pleased about that-if Phil happened to look out, he wouldn't see the car and have any more food for thought than he had already.
Stella opened the front door and stood back.
“In you go, my sweet.”
I walked in in front of her and switched on the hall light, then heard a peal of laughter behind me. I looked back at her.
“What is it?”
“You, darling! Your dress!” She was pointing at my bottom. “Right where you little fanny must have been resting on the seat of the car.”
I twisted and pulled my skirt round. There was a dark damp patch on the white material just where she said.
“You poor old thing-we really must do something about it!”
“Yes-sponge it and dry it in case Phil sees it and suspects the worst! How about you?”
Stella turned her back to me; the material of her dress was a little thicker than mine and a dark blue in colour, so didn't show anything. When I touched her just below the bulge of her buttocks, however, there was the telltale sticky dampness of desire soaking through the cloth.
“At least as bad as mine, Stella.”
“Well, you get that dress off while I pour a couple of drinks. Switch on the electric fire.”
I stripped off my dress and switched on the fire. Stella gave me my drink and picked up the dress.
“I'll sponge it in the kitchen — what about your knickers?”
“Oh, that's all right-I don't suppose he'll go nosing into them!”
“Why should he go for the wrapping when he can have the goods? I'll sponge them, anyway-let's have them.”
“Stella — you don't want to fiddle about with my messy drawers…”
“Lovely! Next to the woman who goes in them! Think what they've been rubbing against all day! Let's have them.” She held her hand out.
I drew down my panties, stepped out of them and handed them over. She looked down at my belly, touched the hair below it.
“Yours has more gold in it that Rose's,” she grinned and went out.
I stood sipping my drink, warming my bare bottom in front of the fire; not that it was cold, but it has always given me a sensuous pleasure to feel the heat wafting up between my thighs and over my buttocks.
“Here we are-I've only sponged mine as I don't have to put it on again.” Stella came back with my dress and panties, stripped, now, to bra and suspender-belt, shoes and stockings, as I was. “Darling-you look very, very sexy!”
“So do you!”
She put my things down in front of the fire.
“I feel very, very sexy! It'll be at least ten minutes before you can put them on-let's have a little cuddle, huh? Come on-on the couch.”
I joined her on the couch and we went into a tight clinch; her mouth was warm and hungry on mine. Still kissing me, she undid the catch of my bra and pulled it off, then I was lying back, with Stella's mouth at my bared breasts, every inch of her tongue on my throbbing nipples sending tingling shocks through them. I found the catch of her bra and released her breasts, getting my hand underneath her to hold them as she nuzzled at mine. Our nipples were erect and hot as we struggled in passionate combat; it could only end in one way-it did!
Stella unfastened my suspenders, then took hold of my legs and pulled until I was lying at full length; she spread them and let down one end of the couch, so that my knees were bent over the edge. She knelt between them, her head bending towards my sex. I put out my hands to stop her.
“Stella — wait! Let me at least wipe myself there first, darling-it's terribly messy!”
“Lovely! I'll make it even more so!”
“But, Stella — it must have been oozing all the afternoon!”
“I don't care if it's been oozing all the week! I kissed the crotch of your panties before I sponged them, so how about that? Would you object to kissing my cunt?”
“No, dear.”
“Well mine is in me same state as yours.” Without further ado, her mouth was at me, nearly driving me mad with lips and tongue. I lifted my legs, holding my knees apart so that she could get at me better, opening myself right up to her.
I felt her cool hands under my bottom, lifting, that maddening tongue pushing into my vagina. I sobbed as my orgasm began to pulse out of me, the pleasure almost unbearable as Stella sucked hard on me.
As the immediate lethargy began to wear off, I reached for her; I wanted to hold her close and love her for giving me such ecstasy. She found room beside me and we lay cuddling, our breasts flattened to each others; my nipples had gone to temporary softness, but hers still throbbed hotly. I felt between the soft thighs and she gave a little moan as I touched her sex, warm and slippery with want.
“Your turn now, dear,” I whispered, climbing over her to get off the couch as she turned expectantly on to her back, stretching out her legs.
I knelt at the end of the sofa and spread her legs, lifting them on to my shoulders, then sank my mouth into the pulpy slime of her. Her thighs pressed the sides of my face, her hands holding my head and I held my open mouth, tongue protruding, against her, as she jiggled her sex up and down. The strong, tangy odour of her roused me again and I licked and sucked passionately, my arms reaching up to stroke the sides of my body. I sucked her clitoris between my lips and flicked my tongue across its tip. She jerked hard.
“Darling- you- you've hit it! I–I'm…”
Then I was sucking the bitter-sweet mucous from her almost as it was distilled within the depths of her body.
By the time I had cleaned her up with my mouth, I wanted her again, but decided I dared not-anyway, we would be sure to get some chance of being alone together when we took Jane to Bridlington.
I hitched my stockings to the suspenders and slipped my bra on again.
“Your things are dry, Rita.”
