serenely. Expertly. Almost daintily. Or with a certain restraint, anyhow, settling down to her immediate task in a mood of quietly intense devotion…
'Do this one. The nipple. Feel how hot it is?' I encouraged her. 'Oooh, that tongue of yours, I just love it, you know that?'
'My tongue loves your titties.'
'Smart. Smart little tongue.'
'Beautiful big tits.'
'They're not so big.'
'Plenty big. I love 'em. I love you!'
'Hush. Don't get so sentimental. Remember what I told you, what we decided? It's just a fun-thing, that's all. Nothing very serious. Neither one of us is a real lesbian.'
'A fun-thing, what else? But just for fun, I still love you-and I'm not ashamed to say so. Is that wrong?'
'Oh, the hell with it, I give up, no more preaching. Go ahead and love me, if it means so much to you. Love me, love me! But just be sure you keep on loving me with that sexy tongue of yours. And in all the right places, you hear?'
Her eager nod became a caress in itself. Squirming in suddenly aroused anticipation, I cast out all doubts and a few dubious judgments, at last seeing my weak demurral for what it was-little more than a perverse preoccupation with labels and such the stigma of the dirty name. Lesbian. Immature, to say the least. And when Alix slid down to focus her attention between my thighs, I could only yield gracefully and offer a guiding hand for her head. I shivered then, aware of something going on inside, an awakening of all those unseen inner muscles, all trying to make contact with the lick-and-tease of that prurient tongue. Such a thrill such an indescribable thrill! How would I ever do without it when the time came? All alone and lonesome, what would happen to me? The prospect was just too depressing; didn't I have some viable alternative? And wasn't this the propitious moment to find out?
I tensed, summoning up nerve. Then, resolutely-oh, the desperation!-I twisted to dislodge the source of my pleasure and clapped one hand over my now-panting pussy. Only it couldn't have panted any louder than the protesting mouth of my rudely deprived lover-girl. Her breath blew hot on the back of my hand, a barricade right in front of her face, a hope-inspired and hopefully impregnable barrier to the reunion of those anxiously impassioned lips and my own equally anxious crotch. Kind of like an uptight virgin's last-ditch shield against impending rape. Only it wasn't some big old rapist bothering me, it was my dearly beloved best friend, and I was about to strike a blow agaJnst her impending loss. Also the loss of her unique services…
'Sue? I-I don't understand.'
'You will. Listen. I couldn't go on, not with this dumb thing on my mind. But maybe it isn't so dumb, you know? I'm just trying to figure out why you never talk about next year any more.' About private school. You know. Whatever school you pick. What's the matter, haven't you even decided yet? Hmm. Maybe you have, maybe you're already registered and now you're wondering how to break the news to your best friend, huh?'
'Oh. That. Silly… '
'Silly?'
'Of course I'm not registered. It's still no decision. And that's exactly how it might wind up. No decision. Until it's too late to register anywhere, get it? Come now, can't you give me credit for any brains at all?'
'You-you're not putting me on? Alix? I thought you were pretty much sold on, the idea, you and your parents.'
'Well, sure, but that was before… uh… '
'Darling!'
'See you at Troy High next fall, okay?'
'Okay. Hey, we've got something to celebrate now.'
'So why all this talk? Let's start celebrating. Uh, if you'll just move your hand out of the way… '
I was still gloating over the good news. By her own choice, no private school; wasn't it wonderful? The girl was mine, more so than even my elated mind could cope with at the moment. Suddenly impatient, I ended the obstruction to seize a handful of hair and force her back down into my hot flesh. Her mouth was already open, buried between my thighs, burrowing into all that sexy softness with a kind of special softness of its own. Soft but firm of purpose! Devouring me. Devouring my cunt. Setting everything afire down there with the licking flame of her tongue. Flashes of sensation kept the rest of my body aroused streaking inward from every extremity to converge and be gulped by the all encompassing vacuum of that gloriously greedy mouth. Churning in compulsive lust I scissored my legs wider apart to expose more of myself to, the suction. And soon I was arching upward at the source of my ecstasy, assisted by the scooping hands that cupped me from below and welcomed by that exquisitely stabbing tongue above…
'Sue? Do you like that?'
'Love it!'
'Tell me, tell me.'
'Hmm?'
“Talk to me. Tell me what you like most.'
It s all good. Everything. You're doing fine.'
'I'll do even better if… uh… ' She peered up out of imploring eyes, still kissing, her words garbled but intelligible, a sound of beseechment. 'If you kind of take charge, you know? Darling? Won't you talk to me, tell me what turns you on, what pleases you? It's my pleasure to give you pleasure… '
'Suck! Don't make so much noise.'
“Mmm… '
'Like that. Yeah. Suck my cunt!'
Her response was almost frantic, apparently provoked by the sharpness of my lewd command. And once again I recognized something more significant than the moment called for, too big and important to cope with in my present state of sensuality. I had to pigeonhole it for future reference, already too immersed in my own immediate involvement, drunk on the wine of erotic intoxication. I could sense my coming climax, the thrill of thrills, coming…
'Do it, darling, do it, do it!' Evidently so could Alix, sensing it in the depths of my flesh, my feverishly lurching body. 'Do it to me, drown me, come in my mouth!'
Chapter 6
In the same way perhaps Alix's house was grander than mine, so did sex in her room seem more perfect. At my place it was a once in-a-while thing, a novelty really, possible only when I was sure nobody else would be home. Privacy-safety-was of prime consideration in such aventure. And even aside from all that monied luxury, freedom from fear of discovery made the Moreau mansion an infinitely more practical locale for our secret fun. Her room was at the end of an upstairs corridor, a snug sanctuary with the door bolted. Safe almost any time of day or night…
'There now, it's locked. Let's get comfy, hmm? Sue? Aren't you going to undress? Want me to help you?'
I lay angled across her bed, lazily asprawl but still in my clothes-except for the sandals already on the floor, discarded in deference to the clean bedspread. 'I'm in no hurry. You first. Go ahead, get naked, give me some inspiration.'
'Naked. Glad to.' Alix complied readily, shedding her garments in helter-skelter haste. 'But if you're just going to lie there and tease me… '
'Is that what I'm doing? Teasing you? I had no idea. It's your own fault, you greedy girl, must you be so impatient? After all, we just got here.' Then, as if the issue were too trivial to pursue, I lifted one bare foot and peered at it critically. 'Hey, you haven't even noticed my nails, the job I did on them last night. I'm really getting the hang of it. See how shiny? I'm not too sure about this wild shade of red, though. What do you think?'
'Mmm, nice. Real sexy.'
