purpose. In masterly fashion, she maneuvered across the flowing lanes of traffic and swung off the one-way avenue into a side street.
'Hey, where are you going?'
'You'll see.'
'Not to your apartment, I hope. Florinda, if you figure on getting me into bed Just because-'
'Hush. You'll see in a minute. Uh-huh.'
Halfway down the block, a car was pulling away from the curb and opening up precious parking-space. Without hesitation, she swerved in behind it, a fairly simple job for a good driver and a small enough vehicle. Its compact size made the usual back-and-forth actions unnecessary as we rolled into place and parked, all in a single neatly timed operation.
'There… ' She cut the engine off. 'Isn't this nice? I can use both hands now.'
'Are you serious? Oh, it's ridiculous. Parking like this in broad daylight. Like a couple of high-school kids. Somebody is bound to pass by and see us.'
'Not us. Only you.'
'I-I don't understand what… ' My words faded. And so did my momentary bewilderment-it was suddenly quite obvious what she planned to do. What she was already doing…
Her lithe body had come out from behind the wheel, one knee sinking to the floorboard. Her fingers, all ten of them, were under my skirt and inching upward, creeping up my thighs. The shock of it froze me numb. All I could think of was the terrible vulnerability of our position, parked here on this quiet street that might teem with goggle-eyed passing pedestrians before we were even aware of it.
I swung my head in an arc, checking. A youngster, doubtless some sort of delivery boy, was, emerging from one of the houses across the street. He glanced at me for a tense moment and then, whistling a tune, went on his way. My lover was out of sight, if not out of mind.
There was a little tearing noise. My panties! What the hell was she doing down there?
'Never let your left hand know… ' The sound continued, but only as an indistinguishable mumble.
And I knew exactly what she was doing. It was like a jolt of electricity, stunning and stupefying, rendering my muscles utterly helpless by its sheer temerity. Until, of their own volition, my legs quivered and slid wide to adjust to her intrusively mounting pressure. Short as it was, my skirt formed a curtain of concealment over her eager but prudently positioned head.
Twitching, jerking, lifting my bottom and grinding my already convulsive cunt against her mouth I succumbed to the inevitable and let wave after wave of pleasure surge within me. As always, I couldn't help but marvel at her expertise, her unfailing ability to stir an ever more intense and protracted response from my erotically stimulated body. I loved her for it, this technique of hers, the total concentration with which my lesbian lover worked her hot lapping tongue into the secret flesh she so adored. My only regret was that I had to be careful and bite my lips to keep from alerting the entire neighborhood with a shriek of ecstasy as she licked and sucked and at last gulped down the seemingly endless gush of my fierce and almost frightening orgasm.
Chapter 13
It was Friday night and the weekend had scarcely begun, but having the apartment to myself already seemed like the quintessence of luxury. Only it didn't quite work out like that. I had just gotten out of the tub-a long and lazy bubble-bath-when the door-chime banged its melodic but nonetheless annoying signal. Wearing a robe and slippers, I scurried to answer it and get rid of the unwelcome intruder in a hurry, figuring it could only be someone who had nothing to do with me.
And so it was, in a way. Except that I wasn't in such a rush to throw her out now. Lizabeth. Nor could I have done so without feeling guilty about it, since she was carrying a small suitcase and had obviously come to stay. We introduced ourselves, and she listened with a rueful expression as I explained Florinda's absence and my own presence. Then, smiling, she popped the question that immediately put me in a quandary.
'Would you mind very much if I took a shower here?' She saw my hesitation and her smile underwent a subtle change, becoming more intimate than friendly. 'I feel so grimy after that long trip. Grimy and stupid. I should have telephoned first, but it just didn't occur to me that she'd be away. Incidentally, about my using the shower, I'm sure it would be okay with her-if that's why you're doubtful. I stay with Florinda often, we've been good friends for a long time.'
'I know. She told me. Of course you can use the shower-or anything else around the place, whatever you need. It's yours as much as mine.'
'Thanks. You're a doll. I might have known. She told me about you, too. Pointed you out to me, in fact. So I guess that makes us friends also, huh? Now I don't feel so bad, barging in on you like this. But don't worry, it won't be for long, I'll just grab a quick shower and make a few phone calls; there's bound to be a hotel room available somewhere in town. Unless… uh… '
'Hmm?'
'No, it's too much to ask. Spending the night, I mean-right here on the sofa, you know? Forget it, Sue, I'll find a hotel, it's not that late. Beside, you've probably got a date coming and I'd be in the way.'
'A date? N-no… not really… '
'Aw, sure, you must have. Why else would you even want the apartment for a weekend? Who is she, some cute little freshman? I know how tough it is to get any privacy around the dorm. And a gorgeous kid like yourself, well, I'll bet you've got half-a-dozen sweet young things on the string, panting for you. But don't fret, I'll keep your secret, I'm no tattletale. Not that I think Florinda would care, she's not the jealous type.'
We stood there facing each other in silence while I groped for words that wouldn't come. To assume I had a date was reasonable enough. But the assumption that it was with some girl, a lesbian date, wasn't that pretty bold of her? Could it be a sneaky but deliberate declaration of her own interest in me?
I peered into her eyes, fascinated, almost giddy. I couldn't even tell what color they were. Amber? Something like that. A big beautiful blonde with amber eyes. There was a strength in her that seemed to reach out and grip me. An ominous light flickered inside my skull, a glimmer of something in the shadows, portentous but already part of my destiny. I trembled like a trapped animal on the brink of some unknown terror. And then it was gone, leaving me scared and shaky and still in a semi-coma. But she must have known it, recognizing my state of helplessness somehow-and even that was hardly an excuse for her brazen behavior.
'Honey, for you I could be the jealous type myself. This babe you've got coming, is she important? Someone you can't stand up? You could phone her while I'm in the shower-and then it'll be you and me tonight, just the two of us. Think about that, huh? What's she like her body, I mean-is it anything special? How are her legs, as good as mine? If you say better… '
As I watched in helpless fascination, the woman hiked her skirt high, up around her waist showing a lot of creamy white thigh above the shimmer of black nylon stockings. It was only too obvious why she had offered her legs first to compare with those of the sweet young thing due tonight. My nonexistent date had beautiful nonexistent legs, naturally, but there was just no comparison. I had never seen legs like these before. The view from my cafeteria table hadn't told the whole story. No, I couldn't say better of my cute little freshman invisible but perfect. Her perfection still fell short of this impossibly beautiful pair of real live flesh-and-blood limbs, imperfect perhaps but invincible in any contest judged by the erotically oriented naked-eye.
“Well? Not bad, eh? Might be a shade heavy for some tastes, too thick in the thigh maybe, but I'll match ‘em against anything your young college girl can show. Anyway, I'll bet she doesn't wear underthings as pretty as mine. Does she go in for shiny black hose, Sue? With ruffled garters, see? And take a look at these panties, black lace and designed for me personally-some fit, huh?-there's craftsmanship for you. Let me just slip them off, that ought to convince you how much better a mature woman can be. Better than a little dormitory mouse. Or have you already decided to stand her up tonight?'
I could only stare at the lush-contoured thighs, trying to crack out of my shell and get a word in edgewise. It became worse even, more imperative, as she began to squirm out of the wispy lace panties and expose the creamy smoothness underneath, a voluptuously unpredictable vision with every tug. Was that her cunt about to come out of hiding? I couldn't bear to look. Or to turn away. Which meant only that it behooved me to find some
