tried to stick a finger in my rectum or something?
'Well, Marcelle didn't want me to pull away, obviously, so she took her fingers out of the crack and; started to rub the cheeks, pressing just hard enough to force my hips against hers. We stood there for a long time, kissing and rubbing each other's buns and resting our heads on each other's shoulders. I was excited as hell, really juicing up. I could feel the moisture coming out of my cunt; there was a sort of cool sensation where the juice was evaporating from the hair of my twat. Some of the juice started to run down my leg, and I pressed my knees together to catch it. Marcelle must have misunderstood me, because she kissed me harder, really hard, and took her hand off my ass so she could grab one of my tits, I tried again to pull away; I was becoming too afraid, too confused. But she seemed to become even more insistent, and I melted completely when she momentarily let a hand dart between my thighs. It was like 400 volts of electricity suddenly shot through my body, all of it coming from a point right there at the top of my pussy. She had touched my clit, the clit I had been afraid to touch myself because-of what the sisters had said about masturbation. She touched me again, and I let out a little cry. She kept it up, kept stroking me there and sticking a finger into the outer part of my twat every now and then, and I was so excited I could almost scream. She started to strum the clit, and to sort of flip the inner lips from side to side with her fingers, and I started to clench her so tightly that I damn near broke her back. I thought I was going to come, I could feel all kinds of wonderful things hat I'd read about in the forbidden books, and it seemed even lovelier than I'd ever imagined. I was seeing stars in front of my eyes-really, it was like I received a good sock in the jaw-and my body was shaking all over. I started to rock my hips back and forth, I tried to wrap my legs around one of hers, and then, just as I was about to let it all go in a wild burst of nervous tension, she pulled her hand away. Just pulled it away and laughed. Then she said it was time to go to bed.
'I didn't know what to say, of course-I was stunned, but I couldn't very well ask her to finish jerking me off-so I just mumbled good night and went to bed. I didn't even brush my teeth.'
Lisa laughed; Romo thought there was a bitter quality to her laugh, but it seemed tempered with nostalgia. 'Go on,' he said.
'The next night, Marcelle came from the shower and hung her robe up again. This lime she didn't play around. She went to her dresser, removed a tiny bottle of perfume that she'd apparently hidden in a box of sanitary napkins, and put it on at the usual strategic points, plus a few others-her wrists, her temples, behind her ears, between heir tits, at her pulse point-at the bottom of her neck, you know-and finally between her legs. Right there where her cunt was. Then she told me to lie on her bed. I obeyed. She told me to open my legs so she could see me better. I did that, too, feeling like I was going to be damned to hell at any moment but past the point of caring. I was juicing up just thinking about what we had done the night before, and I was even more excited by lying there with her eyes staring at my virgin little twat.
'She said something about how much hair I had, and about how it was a sign of maturity. I must have blushed, because she told me not to worry. She was being as kind and gentle as ever, but she was completely in charge. She sat on the edge of the bed with one of my legs next to her buttocks, on the mattress, and the other stretched across her thighs. She stroked the insides of my thighs, kept working her fingers higher, and then… well, she touched me. Right where she had the night before, right on the clit. I must have nearly leaped off the bed, because she laughed and told me I mustn't get that excited so early in the game; She caressed me some more, making little circles around my clit in a way that was so maddening, so really excruciating. Then she parted the inner lips with her fingers and gazed inside, I thought I was going to die, I was so excited. And then, without my really knowing what was going on, she leaned over and put her lips on my cunt. On my cunt! I'd never heard of oral-genital sex. And there she was, eating me out. She was moving her lips around my clit, sucking on it, lapping at it with the saliva mingling with my juices. The stuff was running all over the place, soaking my thighs and asshole. I thought it was going to leave a stain, on the bed. But I didn't care, not really. I just kept groaning and wishing I could talk to her in French, since French was the language of love. And finally I came, really came. I was writhing and twitching all over the place. I didn't know what I was supposed to do after that. I wasn't sure if I were just supposed to say ‘thank you' and go to bed, or if I were supposed to eat her out, too, or what. I must have lain or sat there dumbly; I honestly don't remember what I did for the first few minutes after I came. But I do remember finding myself lying below her while she knelt on the bed, following her instructions as she told me what to do with my teeth, lips and tongue. She taught me about sucking the clit, and about using the tip of my tongue to send little shivers through her perineal ridge. She taught me about licking the asshole, about touching it ever so briefly and delicately so and be able to arouse another woman without turning her off, And she taught me about using my fingers. Like I said, fingers in my cunt have never turned me on that much, but Marcelle seemed to like being fucked by hand. I learned how to part the lips with my fingers, stretch the hymen with one finger, then put maybe two fingers in it. I could do it without causing pain. It was a whole new world for me, and it almost broke my heart when Marcelle's father was given a transfer and Marcelle told me she would have to go back to Paris at the end of the year.'
'And?' Romo was stroking Lisa's breasts lightly, not for erotic effect but out of affection, as one would caress a dog's ears.
'She left.'
'That s the end?'
Lisa smiled wanly. 'We practiced a lot before she left. We had our… our first experience in March, and she went back to France at the end of May.'
'You said you were fifteen?'
Lisa nodded.
'Then you had several more years of boarding school after that.'
'That's right. But I didn't get very involved with sex again until I was out of school, I had one roommate who must have heard something about Marcelle and me, because she tried to get into the shower with me a couple of times. But I didn't like her; she was too pushy, too much of a tomboy. Not at all like Marcelle, who was delicate and feminine.'
Romo pursed his ups. 'Hmm. And after you got out of school?'
Lisa suddenly laughed. It was a joyous laugh, as if her confession had rid her of a great deal of tension. 'You're asking a lot of questions, Monsignor,' she said.
'You're right, I am. But go on.'
Shrugging, Lisa continued. 'I spent a couple of years in college. There was one girl in the dormitory who appealed to me, but it was hard to make it with another girl when you had a roommate around. Anyway, the atmosphere wasn't right-too many girls running around the halls; too much noise from traffic and hi-fi's and so on. I never was promiscuous. I quit school when I was twenty, and I came to New York. That was a year and a half ago. I got this job as assistant to a film editor, and I met Jan at a party, and… '
'How come you haven't moved in with her?'
Lisa's face clouded. 'She's living with someone else.'
'Another girl, you mean.'
'Yes.'
'But she loves you.' Romo persisted.
'Yes. She lives with the other woman-some divorcйe, a dyke in her forties-because the bitch pays the bills.'
Romo sighed and shook his head, 'Your only trouble, Lisa, is that you missed out on coeducation during your formative years.'
'There's nothing less reliable than amateur psychoanalysis,' she said sardonically.
He shrugged. 'Call it what you like. But I'm right, you know. What you needed was a good defloration when you were about sixteen. Six inches of high-school meat up your snatch.'
'Do you have to be so vulgar?'
He grinned. 'Sorry, I was born that way.'
'And maybe I was born a lez,' Lisa pointed out.
'No.' He shook his head. 'You're wrong, Lisa.'
'How the hell do you know?' She was angry.
Romo grinned. 'I know,' he said, 'because you squealed like a stuck pig when I fucked you in the ass.'
