Carol. The first surges of passion for Joyce passed over her in an instant and disappeared, leaving her strangely disquieted.
'Whatever is the matter, Carol?' Joyce asked with a gentle laugh in her low smooth voice. 'You seem surprised! In fact you seem shocked! Am I too old for a bikini or something?'
'I'm sorry, Joyce darling,' Carol said, sounding
as if she had suddenly shaken herself from a trance. 'I just wasn't expecting you, that's all. Do come in!'
'Judging from the way you ran to the door, I assume you were expecting somebody else! And from the way you're dressed, I assume that the somebody was a man!' Joyce smiled, obviously referring to Carol's scanty attire, which included a red lace bra and a black half-slip of see-through material.
'A man?' Carol gasped. 'Oh, I see what you mean! This!' Carol said, brushing her hands over her well-filled bra.
'Oh this, she says!' Joyce laughed, making an exaggerated motion of dismissal. 'Good Lord, Carol dear, that outfit is enough to give my great grandfather a hard-on, and my great grandfather has been in his grave for fifty years!'
Carol didn't need to hear anything about hard-ons at the moment, especially from the mother of the boy she had planned to excite to such a turgid state. It occurred to Carol that for all Joyce's apparent free-thinking and easy use of the four-letter words of sex, she hadn't done much to make her son s sex life any easier for him. That chore had been left up to Carol. She had enjoyed performing it but she couldn't help feeling just the slightest trace of disdain for the woman who wouldn't even let her sons have a healthy peek at her tits once in a while. She hoped that trace of disdain wouldn't injure her relationship with Joyce, whatever that relationship was destined to become. Carol had the strange feeling that her
relationship with her neighbor was about to change considerably.
'It's a good thing Joey didn't drop by instead of me, Carol dear. Who knows what gown-up thoughts your get- up might have inspired in him? We can't have the boy chasing after you, can we?' Joyce laughed.
'I hardly think I'm that alluring, Joyce, at least not where a eighteen-year-old boy is concerned,' Carol smiled.
'A eighteen-year-old boy?' Joyce smiled, following Carol into the living room. 'You flatter me, darling. But I'm afraid little lacy is a bit older than that. Try nineteen!'
'Oh, that's right. They are all almost nineteen. I can't keep track of children's ages, darling. Perhaps it's a good thing I never married. I wouldn't know how old the little creatures were,' Carol said, realizing that her act was working.
'I'm surprised to hear that you don't know how old Joey is, Carol. After all, dear, he's been coming over here every afternoon for six weeks or so. I hardly ever see the boy any more.' Joyce said, taking the cold lemonade that Carol handed her. 'Oh, I see you were expecting somebody. Two ice-cold lemonades all poured and ready. Who's the lucky man?'
'Joyce, you have a wicked mind, positively wicked! You know perfectly well that I've been playing the spinster for several months. No mare men for me. At least not right now,' Carol laughed.
'Don't tell me that women's fib has finally
gotten through to you, too,' Joyce said slyly, sipping her lemonade and looking at Carol with her clear blue glittering eyes, eyes that couldn't help but remind Carol of Joey.
'Women's lib? Oh, well, darling, I've been liberated for years. You know that. My decision to do without men was definitely neither political nor philosophical. I just need a few months to look at my life and decide what direction the rest of it should take, that's all. After all, Joyce, I'm thirty-five years of age. One morning I'll wake up and find that I'm forty. I want the rest of my sexually useful years to be happy ones,' Carol said, hoping she hadn't opened a can of worms with her musings about her sex life.
'Are you saying that you haven't been enjoying your sex life?' Joyce asked, obviously amazed.
'It hasn't been the greatest,' Carol said, shrugging her shoulders, wishing she had kept her mouth shut. 'But anyway, Joyce, my sex life doesn't make for a very interesting conversation.'
'That's a matter of opinion, Carol.' Joyce smiled concernedly.
There was a look on Joyce's lovely face that made Carol warm inside, the look of true concern. It made her feel uncomfortable at the same time, knowing that she had been doing such depraved things with Joyce's eighteen-year-old son. This sudden and apparently real interest in her sex life was something new in her relationship with Joyce. There was something behind her sudden interest in Carol's happiness, something that she couldn't quite grasp at the moment. She knew that it had
nothing to do with her clandestine relationship with Joey. Such knowledge, no matter how carefully concealed, would have revealed itself to Carol immediately, she knew. Whatever Joyce's ulterior motive, Carol decided, her interest was genuine.
'Would you like something a little stronger than lemonade?' Carol asked her friend, getting the impression that something was about to be brought up that would require the soothing effect of something alcoholic.
'That might be a good idea, under the circumstances,' Joyce said with a smile, crossing her long pale pink legs.
Carol fixed Joyce a dry martini, a very dry martini, taking her time while she tried to dispose of the problem of Joey's impending visit, a visit that might cast some doubt on her innocence. She did, after all, run to the door wearing very little and expecting to see a boy with a hard cock. If Joyce ever found out that the boy she wanted to see was her own son, there would be the devil to pay.
'So Joey's been coming over for a dip lately,' Carol said, pretending ignorance.
'So he tells me. I suppose that's where he's been going. I hope so. Surely you don't mean to tell me he hasn't been coming over! Has my little brat been lying to me lately?' Joyce asked, a trace of motherly concern in her soft deep voice.
'Oh, I don't mean to imply any such thing, Joyce darling. I know he's been over a few times in the past few weeks. But I'm generally working in
my office at this time of the afternoon. Advertising keeps me terribly busy, you know. I seem to bring more work home with me than I. leave at the agency. At least it keeps me off the streets.' Carol smiled. 'No, Joyce, I don't believe I've even seen They this week, although I might have heard him splashing around from my little office upstairs. I hope you don't mind if he makes use of the pool. I rarely venture into the water. Too much sun isn't really good for the complexion, you know,' Carol said, sipping her martini and looking her sexy best.
Joyce's mind seemed to be on something deeper than Joey's visits to the pool, although Carol still felt uneasy about Joyce's presence m her house so near the time of Joey's expected visit. Carol kept looking out through the patio doors, half expecting to see Joyce's horny young son running through the gate and around the pool with a hard cock sticking out in front of him. In such a case she hoped she could warn him off before his mother saw him in such an obscene state.
The longer Carol gazed into Joyce's lovely blue eyes the less she could pay proper attention to her vigil. There was something in Joyce's eyes that excited Carol in a way she had never thought possible. There was a sexiness, a seductive fire burning deep in the lithe and lovely woman's eyes that turned Carol on in a peculiar and almost frightening way. And Carol knew that her beautiful neighbor was aware of the effect she was having on her. It was a terribly strange feeling, perhaps inspired by Joyce's incredible beauty, perhaps inspired by the blazing heat in Carol's cunt, a heat
that she couldn't now alleviate since Joey's visit was to be postponed, perhaps inspired by Carol's strange relationship with Joyce's own son. Whatever the cause of the deep and dark excitement that gathered inside Carol's mind and body, she knew that something wonderful and perversely exciting was about to happen between her and Joey's mother. She knew, too, that it was Joyce who would take the lint step into the abyss of lesbian love and sex. Carol knew that she would follow willingly.
'You know, Carol, if your love life isn't all it could be, I might have a suggestion or two for improving it. After all, dear, you did say your sex life wasn't the greatest. Stop me if I get obnoxious, Carol. And remember I'm just trying to help,' Joyce said, moving her chair closer to her neighbor, moving so close that her long sleek legs brushed against Carol's.
'Oh, don't worry about shocking me, Joyce. I'm a big girl now, in case you haven't noticed,' Carol purred.
'Oh, I've noticed, Carol. M's noticed, too.' Joyce smiled, looking up from her glass quickly with a wicked look in her eyes.
