was distant, far beyond her horizons.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sharon drowsed on the way back to town, smiling at her recollections of their half-day at the fishing shack.
After their first fuck the sun had come out, letting them swim naked in the pond. They caught some frogs in a bait net, then let them go. Indoors again, they ate sandwiches and drank up the beer and screwed their heads off.
But now she had to face her three-o'clock date with Lita.
The sun had vanished again. Gloomy clouds hung low over the grazing lands.
Abruptly, Tom asked, 'Would you like to live with me?'
This startled her.
He said, 'My apartment is a little place on Liberty Street. I can't afford better while I'm saving to buy the plane. But two people would pay the same rent as one.'
At the fishing shack everything had seemed clear. She was crazy about Tom. But now they were nearing town and through her mind swirled her other world – Buddy and Nancy and Harve, Lita and Bud Connoly – the world of her intrigues, and the little white car. Somehow it all blotted Tom out.
They parted at the Harris salesroom.
She hailed a taxi and rode toward the Connoly house, wondering why she had not let Tom drive her there. Ashamed?
It was more complicated than that.
The white house looked immense, splendid, enchanted in the gray light seeping through the clouds pressing down on it.
Lita met her at the door, golden Lita in a dressing gown. When the taxi had rolled away Lita hugged her and enveloped her mouth in a sucking, soft-lipped kiss.
She ushered Sharon into the little green room where they had first made love. In this murky light, the outlines of the furniture were blurred. Sharon dropped heavily on the couch. She kicked off her sandals and drew her feet up under her.
She said, 'Lita, you mentioned something special. Unusual.'
Lita waved her hand in a graceful, negligent manner. 'I hope that thinking about it hasn't upset you. Here, I'll get you a drink to settle you down. Special? Yes, I think so. And you'll love it.'
'Are you being mysterious just to tease rue?'
'Perhaps I am.' Lita left the room. Shortly she returned, bearing a tray, a cocktail shaker and two stemmed glasses. She set the tray on the coffee table before the couch and sat beside Sharon.
Sharon eyed her. Lita's lovely, jutting, golden breasts, the dainty tuft of pussy hair marking her crotch, the long, sleek legs, were as yesterday, the same as last night, but somehow Sharon did not feel that crazy urge to make it with the woman. The image of Tom's dark, stiffly curved cock was still weaving about in her mind.
Lita poured drinks. 'Sleep all day?'
'Not all day.'
She wondered at the evasiveness of her answer. Why not tell Lita she had been fucking with a wonderful young man? It would seem disloyal, she guessed. This was her boss' house, and his wife. Her job, her promotion, depended on this. So she held her tongue.
The drink Lita had poured for her was crystal clear, a dry martini. She sipped it. Strong.
Lita's fingers wove into hers. 'Darling, you're thoughtful. Trouble?'
'I'm not quite awake yet I guess.' She sipped more of the drink. Really strong. But it slipped down her throat like lemonade. She drank most of it.
Observing that, Lita smiled. 'Darling, you'll get high as a kite.'
'I need it.'
Lita refilled the glass. As Sharon sipped it she felt the girl's arm curl about her shoulders. The touch was not unpleasant, but it was, to tell the truth, nothing.
She settled back against the couch, with Lita watching her intently. Sharon drank most of the second glass, then set it on the table. Enough. She felt loose right down to her toes.
Something strange happened. It began as a blush seeping down her cheeks to her throat. Then her titties became hot and seemed to swell out before her. Her cunt felt like it was expanding, forcing her legs apart. She uncrossed them, spreading her thighs to make room for her bloating pussy.
She gasped, 'Lita, that drink was terribly strong.'
'I warned you, sweetie.'
Sharon looked at the other girl's face. Her dark eyelashes seemed to have grown out to inky fans. Beneath them her eyes glowed darkly. The cores were ruby lights. Her mouth was crimson, a gaping wound in which pearly teeth held her glistening tonguetip trapped.
The room had become darker.
Sharon turned to Lita. Their mouths met. Her own lips felt fat, magnified, sucking voluptuously at the other's, admitting a giant tongue and licking it slowly, sensuously, wallowing in the exchange of liquid caresses. It was a kiss with, somehow, more than two tongues in it. Her fingers stroked Lita's cheeks, and the velvet of her flesh was so delicate that she plucked it out, worked it in her fingers as though testing to make sure it was human.
She gazed at Lita's breasts, cones protruding in the gown.
Then Lita whispered, 'Darling, please undress.'
Sharon numbly obeyed. She rose from the couch and stretched the halter out in front, lifting it up her titties. She did it more slowly than she had ever done anything before. As she skinned the halter over her head and up her arms she realized that the drinks had done this. Had there been something besides gin and vermouth in the glass?
She unhooked the waist of her shorts, zipped down, eased the garments to her knees and let them fall. She stood there, cupping her hands on her breasts and exploring them. They did not seem like hers. She had to reach far out in front of herself to grasp the giant red caps, which were too large for her hands to cover.
She switched her torso. The huge tits swayed like a pair of watermelons floating within her encircling arms.
She asked, 'Lita, what was in that drink?'
'A mild aphrodisiac, darling. I know, people say that true aphrodisiacs do not exist except for the dangerous Spanish fly. But if you're willing to pay, there is a source.'
Sharon dropped her hands to her pussy. Trying to encompass it was like exploring a hairy, spilt football. No, that was not the shape of it, but the size. She placed a hand in her gash. A voluptuous rolling began within her. She looked down at Lita, who had opened her transparent negligee.
Lita was equally transformed. Her breasts were swollen spheres, like pumped-up balloons capped with giant red puffs drawn out to long points like cocks. And Lita's tidy little blonde pussy had grown to a yellow jungle protruding a foot.
Sharon crouched over her. She had to test the illusion that Lita's nipples were two red cocks. She fingered one. Had her hand somehow diminished?
She fisted the length of nip and found that the rosy tip protruded from the index finger and thumb circling it. She bent to the other nipple, her mouth yawning. The nip filled her mouth like a banana. And yet, as she sucked it, the cylinder seemed to return to its old proportions. Had her mouth grown larger? She faced an aureole the size of a dinner plate, mounted on a golden bill.
She shut her eyes to try and get her bearings. By feel, the nipple in her lips was normal, but when she looked all she could see was a puffed aureole larger than her face.
She felt Lita's hand move in between her legs. Gentle fingers stroked her cunt. Curd drool spilled and the touch became buttery. Her hole was a flyer, flowing endlessly.
