first, but I do now.'
'You do?'
'I had to make her leave. She didn't want to go. She was jealous. She thought that when you came home I'd make it with you.'
Mona giggled. 'Little did she bow.'
Amy giggled too. 'About an hour after she left, I starting thinking about you. I didn't think you'd ever get home. I was dying to fuck with you.'
'Just think,' Mona whispered. 'We've been living together all this time not even knowing how we could be doing this.'
'But she's very jealous,' Amy said. 'She knows we can hardly help but fuck, either now or later.'
They both agreed that Erica was a problem. They both knew they weren't truly lesbians, at least not completely. True, they fucked each other two or three times a week. But they also had their men. They were not possessive or jealous. But it was different with Erica.
'She just keeps calling me,' Amy said one night when she was in bed with Mona. 'All the time. She even called me at work today. Begging me. She was almost hysterical.'
'I know,' Mona nodded. 'I know. Site does the same thing to ate.'
'I gum I can't blame her. She never expected anything like this would happen.'
'Neither did we. But if she hadn't come over here and seduced you, it never would have.'
Amy smiled. 'I know. I guess we have to thank her for that.'
Mona stroked Amy's full white breast, pulling the wide red nipple with her fingers, tugging it softly with her lips. 'I know I do,' she murmured. 'It's so good to do it with you.'
Amy settled onto her back, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of Mona's wet lips on her breasts. She talked in a low dreamy voice as Mona sucked her.
'She scares me,' she said. 'She keeps telling me how she can fuck me better than any man, how we don't need men when we've got each other. She says the thought of you and me fucking drives her crazy with jealousy. She acts like a real lesbian or something.'
Mona squeezed Amy's beautiful firm tits and asked, 'What's a lesbian?'
Amy laughed. 'I mean she's different than we are about it.'
'I know what you mean,' Mona whispered. She slid her hand down Amy's smooth belly to her warm cunt and began skillfully finger-fucking her. 'I know what you mean,' she repeated. She licked and tongued Amy's engorged nipples and began slowly, patiently fucking her beautiful roommate again, trying to forget about Erica.
CHAPTER NINE
Actually it was a bigger problem than either of them wanted to fair. Mona knew she was jealous that Amy would go to bed again with Erica. And she knew Amy felt the same about her.
Worn than this was her fear – shared by Amy – that Erica was going over the deep end when it came to girl-sex. Now that she was less worried about her own tendencies, Mona began to worry about Erica's instead.
There was a hard desperate edge of conviction in Erica's voice when she spoke to Mona about how a man could never satisfy her the way she had done. She feared her sister-in-law was trying to convince herself and everybody else that lesbianism was their true nature.
Mona knew it wasn't her true nature, because the mere thought of Steve made her cunt get juicy and hot.
Yet, Mona's feelings were confused. She knew she wanted to go to bed again with each of them. But it was all so damned complicated. She hadn't even heard from Steve for weeks. She also had a feeling she must help Erica to overcome this apparent conviction that she was a lesbian. And the beat way to do that was to get her brother and sister-in-law back together. With that accomplished, she could arrange to fuck with each of them now and then. Perhaps in time all three of them.
But she didn't know how to go about reconciling them. She didn't even know where Steve was.
Finally, when she was at her wit's end, he phoned her one evening and asked if he could come over. Her body ran with tire at the very sound of his voice.
Amy, understanding as ever, agreed to go out to a movie for the evening.
While waiting for Steve to show up, she put on all sorts of clothes that would make her as unattractive as possible. She put on a bra, some panties, then a very tight body-stocking over them. Then she put on a shapeless housecoat that she usually wore only when she was ill.
But when she answered the door, Steve's eyes burned into her so hotly that somehow it didn't even seem to matter what she was wearing. She invited him in and poured two glasses of wine. They sat sedately across from each other, with a coffee table between them, not really knowing what to say.
'I… thought I'd hear from you sooner,' Mona said. Then she hated herself for sounding coy and flirtatious.
Steve nodded and sipped his wine. 'I almost called you a thousand times, Mona. But each time I stopped because I thought you'd probably refuse me. I guess I thought you'd feel the way I did.'
'How was that?'
'I wanted you. I still want you. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind.'
'But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?'
He shook his head, grinning. 'No,' he said. 'As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole line of them. Just trying to find one that would make me forget you.'
'And Erica?'
'I haven't seen her since I first saw you.'
'Look, Steve,' Mona said. 'I know how you feel. I've been feeling that way too. But we can't let it get the best of us. You know as well sis to that it's wrong. That's why we kept away from each other as long as we did. It's not normal. Well feel guiltier and guiltier. I want you. Ohhhh, I do want you! But I've decided that I can't do that any more. It started a whole bunch of things that are really confusing me, and I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy. Normal. You know what I mean?'
'What things?' Steve asked, faintly jealous.
'Never mind what things.' She didn't dare tell him. 'Look, for one thing, I'm worried about Erica. She's acting a little strange. I know she hurt you, but surely you've hurt her enough in return by now. Why don't you two…'
'You've been talking to her?'
'I… saw her a few times. I think she needs you very much.'
Steve glared at Mona. 'I don't want her,' he said. 'I want you.'
Mona shook her head and looked down at the floor. It was hard to keep the yearning desires of her own body under control.
'You can't have me,' she whispered, trying to mean it. 'Not any more. I think you should go back to your wife. We had something good. We can always remember it…'
Still staring at the floor, her eyes half-filled with tears, she didn't see him rise from his chair. But she felt him coming around the coffee table, felt his arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down into hers.
She kissed him back and parted her lips to his tongue. Her body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into her flesh through the fabric of her ugly clothes.
She pulled away from him, sobbing softly now. 'We can't, Steve, we can't!' she cried. 'I told you that.'
But Steve clasped her face again in his rough palms and bruised her swollen lips with his mouth. His hands slid down her body a he kissed her. He clawed her responsive flesh through the housecoat.
Mona began to whimper and writhe, feeling the huge gristly lump of his cock against her thigh as she squirmed.
