course of conduct that seemed pretty stupid an instant later as the contact was inadvertently broken. It was a mistake to pull away like that and leave my lover in doubt, a mistake I had to rectify in a hurry.
'Florinda… sweet… '
'Hmm?'
'Are you for real?'
'Huh?'
'Don't stop. Or else I'll think it's just a dream.'
'Oh. You darling… '
Her response was immediate, a renewal of the contact even as her voice continued its delighted murmur. She was still at it, still saying something, mumbling into my flesh now, but I couldn't decipher the flow of words. Nor was she trying to make me understand, really. It didn't matter, not to either of us; wasn't it an obvious case of actions speaking louder than words?
Anyway, I was sure glad to have that pillow handy. I buried my face in it, muffling a moan that might have risen to an ecstatic wail as she lavished a trail of kisses down the middle of my back and all but devastated me with the gliding caress of her bosom in that same slow sweep. It got so I couldn't tell which was affecting me more, her mouth or her mammaries, the trailing tongue or those advance guard tits. Or-intangible but just as exciting!-the direction of her movement and the thought of where it might lead, the noticeable if not quite believable goal.
My buttocks yielded and flattened.beneath the gradually encroaching pressure of her breasts. Softness mingled with softness and somehow became even softer, except for the stiff thrust of her still stiffening nipples, now almost abrasively harsh by contrast. Which only added to the thrill, of course, an unforeseen enhancement. I was almost disappointed when she continued on downward, sliding those big-nippled bazooms down the backs of my thighs and at last fitting them into the highly sensitive hollows behind each knee. Cause for a brand-new progression of thrills, it seemed-only there wasn't time for that now, not when the switch in position had already stunned me in to believing the unbelievable. My priorities were no longer in doubt, it was her tongue I needed, not her tits. It was her tongue that started my legs spreading and my ass squirming and my asshole sucking, squish- squish-squish, and I shuddered in a long spasmodic convulsion and practically saturated the pillow that no amount of biting could stanch the shrill wet squeals that squirted from my insides.
Vaguely, in my swirling sensuality, I knew that she was still being possessive. Wooing me, even worshiping me-and yet showing a kind of ownership. Staking a claim, as it. were, staking her claim to all of me, even in the midst of this admittedly novel demonstration of her ability to carry a lesbian wife across the golden thresh hold of eternity and bypass boredom on the way. But it wasn't anything I cared to dispute at the moment. If this was her proof of possession, I'd be happy to let her go on proving it all night. Just as long as she didn't change her tune, squish-squish-squish…
Chapter 11
A little coo rose from deep in her throat, a sound of fervor, of hopeful anticipation-but with a hint of something even better, an unmistakable touch of gratitude. I liked that, even though it didn't do much for my jittery nerves. But neither would anything else at this point; why let my inner tension spoil our evening of fun? Once again I offered my waiting lover some encouragement, a casual gesture of acceptance, a kind of delayed acquiescence to the entreaty in her eyes.
That was all it took this time. She started kissing my bare legs and seemed overjoyed as I lay limply permissive. My negligee slipped open, the reddish-brown one shot with gold thread, a favorite of mine that I now kept here in the apartment. It was getting a bit frayed around the edges, but the color still came through in a vivid match for my chestnut hair and gold-flecked eyes. On me it looked fine, but the old rag sure had a woebegone droop alongside all the elegant things in Florinda's closet. Still, she liked it there herself! a constant reminder of our ripening relationship-that was her version although I couldn't help wondering if there wasn't a deeper significance involved, another step toward her idea of the perfect marriage. Then again it might even be sexual, maybe it had something to do with the lingering scent of my body, maybe there was something cunty about it…
'Sue, let me-'
'Watch it, you'll tear my negligee.'
'I'll buy you another.'
'No. I like this one. Thanks just the same, but don't buy me any gifts. I'm not a whore.'
'Of course not. Hmm. What do you know about whores? Are you familiar with the species?'
'Well, no, not really. Are you?'
'Some of my best friends are whores, darling.' With a chuckle, she resumed her lovemaking eagerly.
'The negligee. Wait. Help me. Let's take it off.' I lifted my hips, arching as she lent a hand. The garment slid away and was pushed aside in a frothy heap. 'Umm, yes,.that s better. Nothing to worry about, nothing to tear.'
Naked now my body was hers to take. Had she suddenly become aggressive then, I probably wouldn't have objected. That sort of treatment might have made demands on my mind enough to help me forget the reason for my jumpy nerves. I had auditioned for a part in a play yesterday afternoon and was still awaiting the results to be posted. It wasn't a very good role or a very good show, just a minor production, nothing more, comparatively unimportant in the general scheme of things around the university. But it had been my first such tryout, no wonder I was nervous! Anyway, at that point I almost wished Florinda would put on the pressure, perhaps even take me by force. But her kisses were like the fluttering wings of a butterfly on my legs, drifting upward tentatively in quest of greater intimacy. My thighs quivered at the moist touch. Her softly seeking lips were close now, but my response was still only-lukewarm. And at last, impetuously, I moved one hand down in front of her face, impeding the progress of that long journey of caresses. It became an obstacle, a barrier between her searching mouth and my waiting flesh.
'Sue? What's the matter?'
'You know.'
'Oh “
'Sorry. I'm just not with it. Hey, how about picking up the telephone and finding out for me could you do that? You're friends with the director, aren't you? A phone call would-'
'No! Please don't ask. It just isn't done. You'll have to wait till Monday, just like everyone else who tried out. The parts will be posted on the bulletin board.'
'Thanks a lot. I'll die of curiosity by then. Aw, come on, what harm would there be if you just-'
'I said no! What does it take to get through to you? I'd be embarrassed to make such a call, it would be a complete break with custom in the department. Darling, please? You mustn't ask me to do that.'
She was adamant, no doubt about it. I shrugged and let her stew awhile, feeling only slightly better as she began to woo me again, kissing the back of my obstructing hand. Her teeth rasped against my skin, biting into the knuckles-but she was doing it gently, not painfully, and I recognized the action as an indication of her inner torment.
'Oh… please… '
'You want it, eh? You want my cunt?'
'Your cunt, your cunt, I want your cunt.'
'You'll get it. Plenty. It's early yet and you'll have all you can handle, don't worry. But right now, well, there's something else you can do for me. Roll over.'
'Huh?'
'Roll over. On your back. Hurry!'
I nudged her over and stood up on the bed. The mattress springs sagged and creaked under my feet as I straddled her body. Her eyes widened in shock, but that only added to my excitement. Oh yes, I was excited now. It had started out of revenge, a desire to degrade her, to show my displeasure, but that in turn had led to a new thrill, a new and intense enjoyment to be gained from what had just been a rather exasperating situation.