'Don't look so grim, this is supposed to be a treat. It was your own idea last time, remember? The position might be different, but it's still the same ass. And the same tongue, that hot lesbian tongue of yours… '
My knees bent. I let my weight settle slowly, taking aim on the way down. And then I just dropped and squashed myself squarely and accurately on her upturned face. For just an instant, I sensed some resistance down below. But it faded as I sat there perched like that and rocked back and forth to seal the contact, reveling in the sensation of the wet warmth of her tongue. I wondered if she could breathe. Wedged between my buttocks so solidly, she might have been smothering. But as long as that thrusting and retracting tongue-tip remained in motion, I figured everything was fine. My lover was in no danger. On the contrary, she seemed to relishing this somewhat bizarre method of fucking me. At least that was the impression I got. Relishing the taste of my asshole?
I felt pretty grateful to her for picking me up on Monday afternoon. The tryout results were posted and she must have known I'd be needing a sympathetic shoulder to cry on. Or better yet, a nice hot sex session to help me forget my failure. Oh, the agony of it, seeing that neatly typed list on the bulletin board and searching in vain for my name! If ever a girl needed a friend, that was the time. And there she was, Florinda-on-the-spot, right there in my moment of need, offering sympathy and suggesting sex and making herself generally indispensable. I thought seriously about falling in love with her.
When we got to her apartment, though, the picture changed all of a sudden. It was an inadvertent slip on her part-that was how it started, anyway-what a shock to find out that she hadn't even expected to see my name on the list! I quizzed her about it. Why, because I was just a senior? Well, yes, that was one reason, of course-but more important, she knew for a fact that I hadn't done particularly well at the tryouts. And that was when I got the second shock. She had been there herself that day, watching me from the rear of the auditorium.
'You were there-and you knew I wouldn't make it? Florinda, was I really that bad?'
'No, silly. Besides, who am I to judge? Let's just say you weren't quite good enough, that's all.'
'I trust your judgment. Tell me the truth now, did I show any talent at all? Even just a little?'
'You looked beautiful up there. But if it's the truth you're after, well… ' She hesitated, her expression solemn. 'What can I say? Don't get your hopes up for a career in the theater. Earn your degree, you'll be a good grade-school teacher.'
'Thanks for the advice. I can do without the sarcasm.'
'Darling, don't be so sensitive. Or were you just being nasty, hmm? After all, you did ask for the truth. So stop acting like a spoiled brat will you? Don't expect the world on a silver platter, no matter how beautiful you are. Too beautiful for your own good maybe, much as it hurts me to-'
'Okay, okay. I've already gotten the message. A spoiled brat, is that what you think I am?'
'Well… uh… '
'Is it?'
'I-I didn't mean it to sound like that. Don't be angry. I was just trying to help you understand why-'
'Shit! I've heard enough. It must be difficult for you, entertaining a spoiled brat. I won't conflict myself on you any longer, if that's the case. As far as I'm concerned, we're all washed up, it's all over between us.'
“Darling, no! I love you.' A hint of anguish seeped into her tone. 'You can't mean that not after all we've been to each other, you just can't-'
'Hmph! What have we been to each other? So what if I let you take me to bed a couple of times, is that such a big deal? Does it give you some kind of ownership over me? The hell with it, why argue over a big fat nothing? I'm getting out of here.'
She stared at me, her face a mask of pain. 'Darling, you can't leave. Not like this. Please stay. At least give me a chance to talk to you.
'To talk to me? Is that all you want?
'Well… '
'I thought not. You see, I know what you want. What's more, I know you're not going to get it. Not tonight, that's for sure. Maybe never the way I feel right now.'
'Sue what are you saying? It's just not-'
'This is what you want. Thisss… ' I yanked at a catch, a zipper, loosening my dress and then peeling it off hastily. Two more quick movements did away with my bra and panties. I stood there imperiously, my thighs quivering, my naked breasts heaving in suppressed rage. 'See it? Nice, huh? See what you're going to be missing from now on?'
She licked her lips nervously, her eyes pathetically eager, watching in tortured fascination. Her hands clenched and unclenched as if she was working up courage to seize me. But her feet remained rooted to the floor. And we both knew there wasn't that much courage in all the world.
With a triumphant laugh, I raised my arms in a seductive pose and performed a languorously revolving dance-step, a kind of half-exaggerated pirouette. 'For the 1’st time, look! Because you'll never see it again. You’ll never see it or touch it or taste it, you hear?'
My arms dropped, gliding sinuously downward as my voice turned soft and throaty and thick with charged emotion. 'These pretty tits, never again. And here… ' I cupped my crotch in a deliberately lewd gesture. It became a caress as my fingers took over and began toying with the silken warmth. And then one finger dipped into my vulva and slipped out of sight momentarily. 'There now, am I giving you something to think about, something to remember when you're all alone tonight?'
'Sexy. Sexy little cunt!'
It hit me then, the predicament I had gotten myself into. I had stripped naked on impulse, seeking revenge for the aggravation she had caused me. But in so doing I had also taken the sting out of my threat to leave; wouldn't it look ridiculous to pick up my clothes and get dressed now? I'd have to find some excuse to stay then, some way to back down without losing face. She must have realized it ages ago herself, aware that my indignation just wasn't compatible with the sexy striptease. As if I had been putting on a show calculated to revamp itself into a happy ending, a show to get us both hot enough to kiss and make up. If it could only be done without embarrassment…
That was when her telephone rang. She tried to ignore it at first but soon gave up, turning away with a wry grimace and a murmur of apology. I was glad to see her go, hoping only that it would keep her occupied awhile and give me time to think. Not that I had gotten over my anger, actually. Her criticism still rankled: a spoiled brat, all beauty and no talent. Even worse was the fact that she hadn't told me about attending the auditions until now; no wonder she refused to call and get the results the other night! She must have figured the bad news would destroy any chance for sex. Greedy bitch! How could I let her go unpunished?
She was still on the phone, talking to some out-of-town friend who was apparently coming in for a visit. I listened vaguely, interested only in how much longer the call would run. But I had already reached my decision, of course, an honorable decision that would mean total victory. Revenge was sweet indeed, even at the risk of a little personal frustration. And by the time she hung up, I was dressed and ready to go out the door. To find my own way back to the campus, by bus or taxi or whatever.
'Darling… ' She cast herself at my feet, uttering a wail of despair. 'You can't, you can't, you can't do this to me.'
I had to slam the door in her face, practically. And even then the sound of her voice persisted, begging me to return. Wailing for divine forgiveness. Wailing, wailing, wailing. Discordant, perhaps, but music to my ears…
Chapter 12
For the next few days I didn't see Florinda at all, not even around the campus. Then surprisingly, she caught my attention and waved from a table across the cafeteria, almost a repetition of our first meeting. Almost but not quite. I just waved back and wondered why she didn't come scurrying over.
The reason soon became evident. There was someone with her, not just a casual coffee companion but an unfamiliar older woman a, sleek and flamboyantly stacked blonde who didn't have to wave to be noticed. Most of the cafeteria was watching her, the guys in heat and the girls in half-envious curiosity. I was pretty curious myself,
