when she was diving captain of the conservatory team.
Surfacing, swimming slowly to the distant end of the pool, she was lost in thought. She climbed the metal rungs of the ladder and disappeared into the cabana for a towel.
Halfway back to her deck chair, rubbing wet hair vigorously as she walked, Celeste suddenly stopped dead still and stared. There in the near darkness she could make out the figure outstretched on the mattress. Very nude. Very female. Very petite. No containing the sound of relief that burst from Celeste's lips.
'You know you scared me half to death, Jennifer!'
'I'm sorry.' Jenny sat up, reaching her arm imploringly. 'I had to ask you something and I guess… oh, Celeste… please come!'
Their bodies molded in tender embrace and Jenny burrowed into the hollow of a shoulder suddenly trembling, expectant. The arms of her best friend were warm and cuddly around her and for long minutes she lay sobbing quietly.
Finally she lifted her head and Celeste took the corner of her towel and wiped tenderly at the moisture on her cheek.
'So. You'd better tell Celeste.'
'Oh, I've made an awful mess!' moaned Jennifer, fighting back a new flood. 'I… I just wish we were back together again at Gordon and I didn't have a family and, and a son… and oh, Celeste, you're so lucky!'
'Am I?' Her hand stroked lightly over Jennifer's platinum soft hair. 'So, tell me what I am to do for my dearest.' She kissed the trembling lips and her fingers traveled along the curve of a gradually calming body.
'You can go to my husband.'
'What did you say?' Celeste tilted Jenny's chin upward to look her in the eye.
'I said I want you to go to Frank and drive him out of his mind all night long. Or what's left of it.'
'And where will you be?'
'With Bryan.'
There were seconds of electric silence between the two as Jennifer waited for the demand for explanation. None came. With a visible shudder, Celeste pulled the bath towel tight around her nudity.
'Don't you want to know why?' Jenny caught her wrist just as the other stood up.
'I know you. There's a good reason. Is there anything else I can do to help that's as much fun as what you asked?'
'Yes. You can speak to Pammy sometime tomorrow.' Jennifer tugged impatiently at the wrist in her hand and drew Celeste back to her side. 'Now stay a minute. I've got to tell you what happened tonight. Frank will keep. He's had nothing for two nights and he's climbing a wall for wanting it. But I've got to tell you about Operation Rescue Bryan.'
'So, tell me.'
The master bedroom was deathly still as Celeste stepped over the threshold and moved toward the king size. Frank lay motionless, dead center in the bed and stark naked out from under the sheets.
She slipped across the soft carpeting, dropping her peignoir to the floor as she neared the bed and easing over the edge carefully.
Was he awake? Watching?
The light snore went as quickly as it came and a small smile touched Celeste's lips. She had her answer.
Flattening across the satin sheet, she wormed toward the prone figure, eyes accustoming to the near darkness, able now to make out the exact detail of his body. His penis was a quiet lump dangling across the top of his thigh and she stretched to finger it tentatively.
'Uhunnnhhh…' Frank squirmed to the touch and muttered something unintelligible, endings in that cute half snore. If he was climbing a wall for wanting woman, he had a strange way of showing it!
Celeste snaked her way closer till she was able to reach a pillow and drag it carefully down Frank's side, then slide it over his middle. Again the unintelligible protest and his tormentor barely repressed the giggle.
His face shielded from seeing her next actions, Celeste palmed the flaccid penis, then propelled the shrunken organ to parted lips. Her mouth puckered, she nursed the glans first, and when he wriggled responsively, she engulfed the whole soft cluster. Warm whirlpooling flow of saliva! Stabbing impudence of tongue! Sudden stretching… thickening… stiffening and the penis straightened to steel hard.
'Yeah… hey, yeah!' Frank strained to see down his front and grabbed at the pillow blocking his view. A hand held it fiercely in place and he got the message.
Jennifer always was a little shy about being watched while she sucked. At least, thank God, she was turned on again. It had been a damned dry couple of days!
Her lips were different tonight, Frank thought, giving over to the beautiful feelings riddling his groin and dizzying his head.
'Suck me, Jenny baby, suck me sweet!'
Sweet was the word and the thirsty lips were possessive and demanding as they milked Frank for his climax. He never had known Jenny to take so much of him. She was seething suck-wild female in fellatio heat!
Her lips were both pulpy soft and flame hot on his shaft and he could feel his crown deep against the roof of her mouth. Incredible!
'Goin… gonna go!' He arched against the mattress and ejaculated into the passionate oral cave.
Then abruptly the room was very silent and Frank very still. It was a different Jennifer. She had performed fellatio differently. She normally wanted to be left alone in the aftermath of a suck-off, so Frank kept his distance, not even touching her, but intrigued by her behavior.
'Thank you, Jenny… thank you.' He felt new tingling through his loins and her fingers followed the thickening of his collapsed penis. Not till he was at full ready, still motionless on his back with the pillow blocking his view, did she stir.
'Ride me, cowgirl,' he whispered over the top of the pillow. 'Try to break a stud! Dare you!'
Her head appeared very slowly in his line of vision and Frank gagged in stunned disbelief. Not the pixie platinum of his wife, but the tumbled dark lengths of their house guest framed the pretty face.
'Celeste? My lord… Celeste!' He hissed the name in shocked, barely audible, syllables.
'That's right, Frank… Celeste. Shall I leave?'
'God, no!'
Celeste tossed the pillow away from his waist and straddled brazenly across his thighs, inching forward and positioning herself directly over top of his swaying top-heavy phallus. 'I'm going to rape you, Frank.'
The tremor started at the nape of his neck and bolted directly to his spearing prick. 'Lord, I hope so! If you don't, doll, guess who's going to get herself raped!'
In the den directly below, Jennifer cuddled her son's head in the warm curve of her midriff as she waited for his barely stifled sobs to slow and the violent shaking of his shoulder to stop.
'Don't you understand, Mom? I mean, I didn't really want that whole bit that much! I wanted Pammy. What am I? Some kind of weird freakout?'
'Do you feel like one?'
She started to pull the parted folds of her gown together, then thought better of it and let his cheek remain against the tautness of her ribcage flesh.
An odd thought struck her that less than fifteen years ago this young giant was in the same position, but an infant in her arms, frustrated that he couldn't get enough milk from her small breasts.
'I feel like something from outer space,' muttered Bryan. 'No real guy gets turned on by other girls when they're hooked on one. Like Dad with you.'
'How about gals?' Jenny whispered, looking down the sheet that covered the lower half of his body and seeing the rigid pole grinding along the cotton whiteness. 'Are girls freaky who get turned on to other guys. Like me, maybe?'
'Aw, hell, that's different!'
'And what's the difference?' She brushed the lock that tumbled across his eye and leaned to kiss him on the forehead. 'Are you telling me that men are so much more noble and loyal than women and have to save themselves for one only?'
