before it started to feel positively good – if that was really the first time for you, maybe…'
'Do you think he'll do it again?'
'Who knows? Jake's a nasty sonofabitch. Do you want him to?' Doris asked curiously.
'I – I don't know…'
After a pause:
'Would you like me to?' Doris suggested. 'You don't have to do anything you don't want.'
Sally looked at her, then slowly nodded.
'But I will, if you want me to,' she said seriously.
'Well, we'll see,' Doris said. 'No need to rush things. We have the whole night ahead of us.'
She reached out and switched off the lamp by the bed, plunging them into unrelieved darkness. No filtering streetlights.
For a moment Sally wondered what on earth she was doing. Her whole head seemed to have been turned around, at least regarding Doris, while she was hardly aware of what was happening. It was as if some other will than her own had taken control of her.
Doris moved closer to her – and Sally jumped slightly as the other woman's hand lightly caressed one of her breasts.
'Relax, relax,' Doris whispered. 'Believe me, chickie, I'm not going to do a thing to you that you won't like.'
The feathery fingertips coaxed the nipple into a little peak of hardness, then Doris moved again, and Sally felt the warm wetness of her mouth closing about the tiny tower of flesh, the beginning of long minutes of gentle, ceaseless sucking.
Sally lay passive, wondering, until she discovered that a slow pulse of pleasure was beginning to beat through her belly. She realized this pleasure was akin to the sensations that had tormented her before, when she had assumed that they were simply the results of the tension of fear and revulsion.
Doris reached across to finger the other nipple while she still mouthed the first, and then her hand began to wander in ever-widening circles around the outer areas of Sally's breasts, and to touch delicately on her abdomen, then her thighs, sending tiny shivers of tactile pleasure through Sally's body.
The tension had begun to grow again, as it had -before, only now it was without fear.
And again came that sense of moistness around the lips of her sex…
She found that she was waiting now for Doris' fingers to make contact with that most intimate region; that she was disappointed when the other woman's hand avoided it, and continued to caress her thighs, her breasts, her belly, pleasant though that was.
Then, at last, when Sally was almost ready to beg for that favor, Doris' exploring fingertips brushed very lightly over the crisp curls of her pubic hair, so delicately that it was scarcely more than a breath of displaced air passing – but it was enough to send a deep shudder through Sally's body.
Doris teasingly caught a tuft of hair between her finger and thumb and tugged very gently.
Sally whimpered.
Taking pity on her, Doris gently worked a finger between the inflamed lips of Sally's sex.
Sally jerked involuntarily at the touch, unsure whether she liked it or not.
Doris moved the finger slightly, running its tip over that same area where Jake had zeroed in during his handling of her, and another uncontrollable shudder seized Sally's body. Pleasure or not, she didn't want it to stop!
'What – ' she managed to gasp, 'what is it you're touching?'
She knew that it wasn't the entrance to her inner canal.
'That's your clitoris, baby,' Doris sounded amused.
'Oh.' Sally had encountered the word in those diagrams, but had never really understood what it meant.
'That's the little key to the whole thing,' Doris told her, gently vibrating her fingertip. 'Feel how hard it is? Put your own finger there – feel it.'
Sally moved her hand down, and Doris guided it into position, and Sally found that she was rolling a little object that felt like a tiny marble – and which was sending strange little spasms through her every moment.
'That's about the most important thing a woman has,' Doris said, sliding her own hand back between Sally's legs and starting to finger her moist vulva. 'The clit is just loaded with nerves – it's the same thing that a man's cock develops from, in the embryo. Only a woman has sensations all around, too – you'll find out – when you're really hot, you can come over and over again, while a man just gets one shot, then he has to wait till he's charged up again.'
She began to push her middle finger between the tight lips of Sally's vulva, while Sally continued dreamily rolling her newly discovered clitoris beneath her finger.
'You'll find there are different kinds of coming.' Doris' voice was becoming breathless now. 'It can be triggered off from inside – or around the outside – or from directly rubbing your clit – the nerves are all in a network… sometimes it's just a little feeling, other times it can blow you through the roof – '
Her penetrating finger was well inside now, very slightly painful, but that pain was quickly swallowed by the crescendo of pleasure that was overtaking Sally's senses.
Doris pushed Sally's hand away and caressed the bard little pleasure nubbin with her thumb, her index finger gently massaging the area between. Her lips came back to Sally's breast, and Sally's head started to spin with the intensity of feeling that was building so inexorably. She started to gasp and moan.
Relentlessly, Doris continued that multiple friction with mouth and fingers and thumb, and suddenly Sally found herself going into ecstatic convulsions. There was no question now about the pleasure – it shook her from head to feet, sending her arching and writhing and bucking against Doris' hand, crying out and feeling the whirling blackness suck her into a mindless vortex for interminable moments, until she lay panting and exhausted, slowly returning to her senses.
'Well,' she heard Doris' amused voice saying, 'do you think that you enjoyed that?'
'Oh,' Sally murmured, drifting towards sleep, 'it was absolutely wonderful!'
She felt Doris' lips caress her cheek.
'Good night, chickie. Maybe it won't be so bad for you after all.'
Chapter 6
Sally was awakened by a hand softly stroking her body – a light caress that slipped gently down her side, undemandingly, not overtly sexual as yet.
Doris, she thought, her mind sleepily recalling the events of the past night – and then the earlier happenings. For a moment a wave of panic threatened to overcome her, but the touch of Doris' affectionate hand was very soothing, and she was still drowsy, so she surrendered to the sensual pleasure of it.
She reached out her own hand, and returned the caress, letting her fingers glide over the other woman's silky skin with a curious thrill of pleasure.
Doris' arm stretched across her body and encircled her, pulling her close, so that their breasts pressed against each other, and their thighs rubbed together, and the curly bushes of their pubic hair – the blonde and the dark – tangled.
Then Sally felt Doris' breath against her neck, and the soft touch of her lips tracing the line of her jaw, upwards; a warm, wet tongue flickered against her ear and darted inside, making her squirm and giggle. It was ticklish – and very arousing.
The lips traveled over her cheek, and the tongue tip flickered out and darted into the corner of Sally's mouth. Then Doris laid her lips upon Sally's, and her tongue moved gently along the line between upper and lower lips, coaxing for entrance, and after a moment Sally's lips parted to permit the entrance of the soft, moist invader.
Doris' caressing hand moved over Sally's ass, and Sally clung to her, their breasts crushed even closer than before. She whimpered slightly against Doris' mouth as the stroking fingers aroused the quivers of need, and she
