Chapter 7
Hope Latham was blonde, twenty-four, with full, no-sag breasts, a flat belly, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Until she met Celeste Harper and fell madly in love with her, she had been a model. When she moved in with Celeste, she gave it up. It was nice to do as she pleased and not have to strap her tits down anymore to work the runway or a photo session.
It was also nice to love and be loved totally in return. And even with all the fucking around she knew Celeste did on the side, Hope knew that the woman really loved her. They both had one wonderful thing in common-they hated and feared men. And neither one of them had ever submitted to a man's ugly, violent cock.
As she dried herself with a towel, she heard the front door slam and then the phone-ring. Then she heard Celeste's voice.
'I don't know his name… yes, I called Holly and told her… No, Cody, I'm sure he doesn't know about you or Emilio… Christ, I don't know how he found out about me, and I'm not sure he's got a connection… Yes, I'll let you know. Good-fucking-bye!'
Hope pulled on the bottoms of a pair of shortie pajamas. She left her tits bare and flopping, the way Celeste liked them, and walked into the living room.
'Hi.' She kissed Celeste and went to the bar to fix a drink. 'Who was that?'
'Cody.'
'Jesus,' Hope said, topping her scotch off with soda. 'Why do you keep fucking around with that maniac? He gives me the creeps every time I see him.'
'If it weren't for Cody, I wouldn't have you. I met you at one of his parties, remember?'
'Touchй.' Hope noticed a strain on her lover's face. She took Celeste's hand and moved it to one of her breasts when she joined her on the couch. 'What's going On?'
'Nothing.'
'What's the big secret?'
Celeste didn't try to hide her annoyance. 'What makes you think something's going on?'
'Because you sound like you're ready to come apart at the seams.'
'Don't be an idiot, Hope.' Celeste got up to make a drink of her own. She needed one badly. 'I wish, sometimes, that you would mind your own business.'
Hope was contrite. 'Gee, don't get sore, honey. I didn't mean anything. Look, I'll shut up if you want.'
'I want.' At the bar, Celeste decided she didn't want a drink after all. 'I've got a headache. I think I'll lay down for awhile.'
Hope said, almost to herself, 'I just thought your business was my business. After all, we are… '
Celeste closed the bedroom door, blocking out Hope's voice. She wished, as she climbed into bed, that she hadn't been so short with her. She really loved the girl and didn't know what she would do if she had to do without her. She wouldn't hurt Hope for the world, but this thing was getting out of hand.
Maybe they had gone looking for new kicks once too often.
It was Cody's fault. Cody had pulled the strings and they had performed for him. Cody was a genius in his way. He knew how to control people. He knew their weaknesses and their strong points and he played with them, laughed at them, scorned them.
She hated, Cody. She suspected that the others hated him, 'too.
Sooner or later she knew she would have to dump Cody. He was a weird duck in so many ways. A real strange one.
Hope interrupted her thoughts. 'Do you want an aspirin?'
'No,' Celeste sighed.
Hope sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. 'I don't like to see you suffer, darling.'
Celeste looked at the naked breasts in front of her. Rope would be okay if she wasn't so nosy. She reached out and idly played with one large, heavy breast.
Hope smiled. 'That feels good'
'Does it? I wish I could feel good.'
'I'll make you feel good,' Hope whispered. She reached for the shoulder straps of Celeste's bra and pulled them down, revealing her full, round breasts. 'Let me show you how much I love you.' Her hands explored the full tits, and caressed the large, pink nipples. She saw Celeste's eyes close and she knew she was getting to her. Her mouth found one of the pink nipples and Celeste started to moan.
Hope bit the nipple gently, then stood up and took off the bottom half of her pajamas. She tugged at Celeste's dress and got rid of it. She got into bed and wrapped her arms around Celeste's waist and bent her head so she could kiss the firm, luscious tits.
Celeste's hand roamed Hope's back and sides. She liked Hope's mouth at her breasts. She urged her on. 'Kiss them, baby. Use your tongue. Chew the nipple. That's the way. Bite. Go ahead and bite. Oh. Oh. Yes yes, that's it, baby, be good to me. YES!'
Hope's mouth wandered over the full breasts from mountain to mountain, exploring the valley between the rosy peaks. Then the mouth started to wander downward and across the white plain that was Celeste's belly and down to her cunt. Hope's tongue searched for the clitoris, found the wet trench and explored thoroughly.
Celeste's tits were dancing on her chest, her eyes tightly shut, her body thrashing, trying to get more and more of Hope's long tongue up her cunt.
'Gimme, gimme your cum, darling! It'll make you feel better!'
Celeste threw her long legs wider apart. Her cuntlips were stretched and the hole gaped open. The combination of her pussy juice and Hope's saliva had matted the hairs around the slit. The lips gleamed and between them the darker pinkness of the hole stood out, its center filled with the whiteness of her own pussy cream and globs of saliva.
With a groan and a shout of pure lust, Hope dove between the other girl's legs. Celeste opened her eyes. She bumped. Hope had buried her face, burrowing with her hot tongue into the gooey mass.
Hope was right. This was what she needed. She threw her thighs around the burrowing blonde head. She forgot everything else but the intense joy in her cunt as she bucked with her hips, sending her pussy hard against Hope's sucking mouth.
Hope responded by grinding her chin into the hole and lapping the heated clitoris with long, intense strokes. Realizing Celeste's acceptance, she snaked her hands upward until she could grasp and fondle the brunette's breasts as she increased the pressure of her tongue on the girl's cunt. Up and down she worked, sending her tongue the length of the slit, then all the way from clit to asshole.
Celeste couldn't help but respond to such treatment. She curled her fingers in hope's hair and pulled her head violently into her pussy. Great, rasping sounds came from her throat as she felt the tongue's hard tip lave the inner walls of her cunt and then the knob of her clitoris, which seemed about to explode.
'I'm coming! Oh, shit, I'm coming!' Celeste screamed, her thighs and buttocks shaking with the tension.
Hope ground her own thighs together as she sucked, tongued and swallowed great mouthfuls of Celeste's honeyed juices.
And then they were both quiet.
'Was it good?' Hope asked, lifting her juice smeared face from Celeste's crotch.
'It was wonderful, darling.'
The phone jangled.
'Hello?'
'Celeste?'
'Yes.'
'Holly. The son-of-a-bitch just called me. I'm meeting him tomorrow at noon at my place.'
Celeste's face went stark white. She nearly dropped the phone. 'I gotta think. I'll call you back in a few minutes.' She replaced the receiver and fell back to the pillow.
'What's the matter, darling?'
'Nothing,' Celeste replied, her eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling.
'Good. Now you eat me!' Hope urged, crawling upward on the bed and preparing to throw her thighs over what she assumed was Celeste's waiting face.
