Sandy hoped she had not made a mistake this time. She had picked Tamara up in that bar and now that she was alone with the woman in her apartment she realized that there was something else on her mind besides a good fuck.
Tamara stepped from the other room and when Sandy saw what she was wearing her mouth dropped open and she almost froze on the spot.
"Haven't you ever seen one of these?" Tamara asked as she fingered the rubber, two ended dildo.
Sandy backed away and tried to avert her eyes from the thick rubber probe.
"No. I don't want it. Please," she begged.
Tamara would not be stopped.
She pinned Sandy down on the couch and forced her legs open. Despite the fear and the apprehension she felt Sandy found herself becoming wet and slick between the legs as her cunt was set on fire.
The head of the probe was almost inside her now and Sandy bucked up to receive the full blast of the thick rubber piece.
"That feels so good. Do it harder. Harder," Sandy gasped.
This was what she wanted. Something solid and thick inside her. Something wielded by a woman.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Sandy buried her long fingers in the pockets of her cut down jeans and gazed out over the bustling humanity on Houston Street. The indecision of this morning's sky had given way to a hot July sun that seemed bound and determined to burn up everything in its path.
Behind her in the cluttered loft Katie slept soundly, oblivious to the racket going on outside, to the drone of the floor-fan. Sandy swallowed her impatience and told herself that she could afford to be generous-one more time. This was Katie's vacation. She had a right to sleep late if she wanted to.
Even after last night.
The material of her blue shirt was beginning to adhere uncomfortably to her flesh. Silently, Sandy cursed the city's heat and moved herself into the direct line of the fan. She would have liked to take off that damned shirt but she wore no bra underneath and some wise-guy in the street would undoubtedly construe her nakedness as an invitation to come upstairs for a piece, she felt sure.
Suddenly her pert features twisted themselves into a wry smile. Wouldn't that be a wild switch if she gave it away to some boy, Sandy thought bitterly. It would serve Katie right for neglecting her-for taking her for granted-for dangling her on a goddam string.
Sandy glanced across the loft at the girl sleeping soundly, stretched diagonally across the double mattress. Wasn't that just like Katie, she thought-taking everything for herself-forgetting about anybody else. Some people had all the luck. Some people were born with a certain kind of good looks that enabled them to get away with murder.
In the far corner, Roger started screeching and jumped onto his swing. Sandy ran, barefooted, to the cage and forced a soothing tone as she whispered to the parrot. He'd run out of patience, she knew. He wanted Katie to come and give him his breakfast. He wanted Katie to give him the attention he deserved.
Well so did Sandy, and a lot of good it did her.
"I swear, one of these days I'm going to drown that monster." Katie pulled herself up onto her elbows and yawned loudly. The bed-sheet slipped down to her waist, revealing white, perfect breasts, firm and high, pink tipped and delectable.
Sandy wrenched her gaze from Katie's body and pretended to concentrate on opening a fresh box of sunflower seeds for Roger. "He wants you to feed him," she said, aware of the tremulous quality in her voice. "He's been waiting for you."
"Screw him." Katie reached out toward the wooden chair beside the bed and dug into her pants pocket for a pack of cigarettes. "What time is it anyway?"
"Almost noon."
"Jeez, have I got a hangover."
Sandy heard the strike of the match, the quick, eager puffing sounds, the exhalation of relief. Without having to turn around, she knew what Katie looked like now. Disheveled but victorious. Exhausted but proud. Confident in the knowledge that she could step on anybody and get away with it.
It was at times like these that Sandy couldn't figure out for the life of her why she still loved that girl - loved her as much as she did before Katie's true nature was revealed to her.
Roger flapped his wings angrily and announced that he didn't love anybody who didn't feed him.
"Okay you bastard, I'm coming. Don't blow your cool." Grunting, Katie dragged herself to a sitting position and forced her legs over the side of the mattress. "Find my robe will you, hon?"
Without a word, Sandy moved to the metal closet and hunted through the pile of clothes on the bottom. She was used to the ritual of their mornings together. Sandy, find this. Sandy, get me that. When it came to demanding things, Katie could communicate loud and clear. But when it came to giving that was another story.
Sandy forced such thoughts out of her mind, determined to be optimistic, determined to give this day a fighting chance. Katie wouldn't be repentant, she knew. If she thought about last night at all, she'd do so with smugness, pleasure at the memory of her conquest. Yet, Sandy felt there was a chance, a good chance, that Katie's interest would turn in her direction again. Now that Katie had had her little fling she wouldn't be as likely to consider Sandy her jailer, her ball-and-chain, her unwanted responsibility.
And she might even remember that once upon a time she'd spoken to Sandy of love.
They ate their breakfast in silence, each wrapped in her own thoughts. Sandy picked at her bacon and eggs, trying her best not to be unnerved by Katie's hearty appetite. The girl was insufferable at times like this, Sandy thought. She could eat like three horses and never gain a pound. Drink like a sailor and never get that run-down look. Cheat like crazy and never know retribution.
"I didn't wake you when I got in, did I?" Katie asked matter-of-factly, without the slightest trace of embarrassment or apology in her manner.
"No. I was sound asleep," Sandy lied, choking on the words.
She'd lain in bed since midnight, wide-eyed, panic-stricken, suffering the grief of awareness. It was the same old story. Katie had gone out for a pack of cigarettes and forgotten to come home.
The first time when that had happened three years ago Sandy had been half out of her mind with worry. She'd paced the apartment. Called up all their friends. Even checked the hospitals and police stations. And when, at four in the morning, Katie had finally staggered home dead drunk and obviously fresh from someone else's bed, Sandy had retreated into silence.
She hadn't wanted to be passive, to let the incident slip by without protest. Yet, for reasons she could not define, she'd found herself unable to fight, unable to let the misery out. Instead, she kept it all to herself, holding the poison inside her-watching-waiting to see what would happen.
Now, Katie's disappearing acts were old-hat. They occurred and were just not discussed. And each time it happened, Sandy managed to kid herself into believing it wouldn't happen again. And, each time, she was disappointed.
Sandy was washing the breakfast dishes when Katie broke the silence again. "What would you like to do today?" she asked, tilting her chair backward against the wall and resting her feet on the table-top.
Sandy shrugged. "Whatever you want is fine with me." She hated herself as she said the words, hated the way she made herself invisible in Katie's presence. Why couldn't she open her mouth and speak the truth? Why couldn't she simply turn around and tell the girl that she wanted to go to bed with her. That her body was going crazy from the need to be loved, to be touched, to be satisfied.
Katie blew a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling and gazed out the window at the bright blue sky. "Looks like a nice day for the beach," she observed aloud. "You in the mood?"
"Sure." Sandy's response came automatically without thought. If it made Katie happy, it made her happy. What the hell was the point of saying no, anyway? Obviously, Katie wanted to go to the beach. Any other alternative would insure a day's worth of depression and nastiness.
"Where's my bathing suit?" Katie hoisted herself onto her feet with a loud sigh. "We'd better get this show on the road if we want to make it out there before the sun goes down."
"Hold on a second, I'll get it for you." Sandy dried her hands on a threadbare kitchen towel and hurried to dig the suitcase out from under the bed.
When she turned around to hand Katie her bathing suit, Katie had just opened the sash on her robe and parted garment away from the front of her body. Sandy swallowed hard and looked quickly away, doing her damnedest not to respond to what she'd seen.
But it was too late. Just a glimpse of Katie's nakedness was enough.
That soft, silken flesh-those gorgeous breasts-those firm, softly rounded thighs were enough to charge her body with desire.
She felt the throbbing begin around her nipples and echo down deep in her belly. She felt the warmth spread like tiny fingers up the insides of her thighs, along the length of her spine-all the way into her brain.
She knew she was trembling. Knew the strain of abstinence must be clearly showing across her face. She mustn't let Katie see. Mustn't let Katie know. Mustn't give the girl another chance to laugh at her-to humiliate her-to demonstrate how well she could do without her.
She dug her fingers into the crowded suitcase searching for her bikini, eager to distract herself from her thoughts. The tears were starting to well behind her lids. She could feel them rising in her throat, eager to burst out and run down her cheeks.
No, Sandy screamed inwardly. She wouldn't give in. Wouldn't give way. Wouldn't give Katie the satisfaction of seeing this. It was bad enough that Katie knew how much Sandy depended upon her. Bad enough that Katie felt sufficiently sure of herself to treat Sandy like dirt. There was no need to invite further tangible proof of who was boss.
Silent, graceful fingers slipped around Sandy's body and onto the softness of her breasts, squeezing the resilient flesh through the thin material of her shirt.
Sandy gasped and stiffened, torn between the opposing forces of desire and self-preservation.
"Katie, don't," she rasped hoarsely, as she felt those expert, knowing fingers searching out the points of her nipples-pinching them gently-rubbing them to swollen, throbbing life.
"Why not, baby?" Katie's tone was confident, sure. "You used to like this, remember?"
"Please," Sandy groaned, sagging backward against Katie's body. "Don't tease. Don't torture-it's not fair."
"Who's teasing?" Katie's fingers dove underneath the bottom of Sandy's shirt and moved onto the nakedness of the girl's belly. "It's been a long time since we've had it in the morning," she whispered, pressing her mouth into the softness of the side of Sandy's neck. "What's wrong? Don't you like to do it in the daylight?"
Sandy felt the resistance, the common sense, slipping quickly away from her. She knew she'd be courting disaster by giving in-by positioning herself in the path of possible disappointment. And yet the sensation of Katie's cool hands slipping upward to cup her breasts was too exciting, too compelling to renounce. Whimpering uncontrollably, she pressed her head back against the curve of Katie's shoulder and waited for Katie's mouth to cover her own.
The kiss was long, deep, exciting almost beyond endurance. Sandy felt her knees getting wobbly, her breath becoming rapid. Without looking, she knew that Katie was naked. She could feel the girl's breasts pressing into her back, Katie's belly and thighs rubbing against her ass.
The room was starting to spin. The world was tilting out of focus. Nothing else seemed to be important any more. Nothing else seemed to matter. All Sandy could concentrate on were the quick, darting rushes of desire leaping through her flesh-gathering strength-impelling her toward the bed.
Katie slid her tongue around the tight mound of nipples as Sandy leaned back and let herself be catered to. She wanted that more than anything and she was feeling the heat and the passion as it shot through her and made her want the touch and, the caress of the other woman more than anything else. More than her own self-preservation.
This game she was playing was deadly and she felt she knew the eventual winner.
Katie would survive. But she would be sucked under by the force stronger than she could ever be.
There was no denying the power that the other woman held over her.
As Sandy felt the tongue slide lower down her stomach she knew that there was no giving in. There was no return.
Her wishes meant nothing to Katie.
Sandy sat on the edge of the bed Staring down between her knees at the floor, trying to will herself calm.
She couldn't do it. Her body was shaking like a leaf. It was going to happen she knew. It was really going to happen. The long torturous waiting was almost over. In another few minutes Katie was going to make love to her.
Behind Sandy the tall blonde moved lithe and cat-like toward the row of windows that stretched across the entire front wall of the loft. As she reached for the cord that held the window-shades up the front of her robe parted away from her body revealing beautiful white satin flesh.
A chorus of wolf-whistles and cat-calls rose immediately from street level.
"Sons of bitches," Katie let the window-shades crash all the way to the sill, her pretty features set in an expression of fury and defiance. "You'd think those bastards could find something better to do with their time than to ogle girls who aren't interested in them."
A wry smile reshaped Sandy's lips but she didn't say a word. Look who's talking she thought bitterly as Katie went on ranting from across the room. Katie had big eyes and hot pants for every female who crossed her path, Sandy knew. But heaven help someone who tried to be aggressive with her-and especially a male.
Katie's sudden presence beside her drove all other thoughts out of Sandy's brain. Eagerly she turned her head to the left and pressed her mouth against the sweet-scented softness of Katie's naked belly.
The touch of Katie's warm flesh drove Sandy wild. Whimpering helplessly, she slid her quivering lips across the subtle curve of Katie's belly-onto her hip.
Katie stood silent, swaying ever so slightly as Sandy spread the robe open wider creating a larger field for her hungry mouth. Back and forth she worked-making quick, pecking motions like a bird-and then sliding her tongue slowly downward until a moist trail glistened from Katie's breasts to her thigh.
"Okay, baby. That's enough of that," Katie barked suddenly curving her hands over Sandy's shoulders and pushing the delicate, dark-haired girl firmly out to arm's length. "I'll take over from here," she ordered.
Sandy sighed and nodded, silently yielding to Katie's preferences-as always. It was an agreement they'd made right from the start, without the need to ever voice the words.
Katie was the butch.
Katie gave the orders.
And Sandy must obey-must stand by-must hope that eventually she too would be satisfied.
Sandy allowed herself to be guided backward onto the bed by the insistent pressure of Katie's hands. Smiling nervously she settled herself down in among the pillows-fitting herself into the neat posture of passiveness just the way she knew Katie wanted her to.
For just a moment, her brain and body seemed to be revolting-screaming silently for Sandy to give in to her own impulses-to reach out and grab Katie-to throw the woman onto the bed, rip off that bathrobe and devour her lovely flesh inch by inch.
Common sense took hold immediately like a conditioned reflex. That would ruin everything, Sandy knew. The only way to have Katie was to give in to her-to surrender completely or, at least, appear to. It was an either/or situation. Katie wouldn't stand for power conflicts.
And Sandy couldn't afford to run the risk of spoiling the mood.
She closed her eyes and allowed the warm rushes of sensation to cover her as Katie's hands inched underneath the blouse and fought their way up onto the swell of breasts. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth parted slightly into a tentative smile as she felt Katie's fingertips closing over her nipples-capturing the rigid points of flesh and fondling them provocatively.
Involuntarily, Sandy began to rotate her hips in a slow primitive rhythm of desire as she felt the arousal growing and stretching inside her. She wished Katie would hurry this time-wished the woman would make them both naked and propel them both into orbit-but she knew better.
Katie was a slow worker when it came right down to the action in bed. She liked to tease, liked to toy, liked to play with the victim like a cat with a mouse.
Sandy slid a little further down into the pillows, telling herself that she might as well relax and enjoy this. There'd be no touching Katie now-no reciprocating until the signal was given. Sandy knew she must just lie there submissive-while Katie drove her up the wall with the need for release.
Katie's hands began to rub in slow rhythmic circles while they cupped Sandy's tits-pressing deeper into the soft, yielding flesh-making Sandy groan softly with delight.
"You like that don't you, baby?" Katie growled, a confident smile spreading slowly across her face. "I'm still the best for you, right?"
"Right," Sandy answered just as she knew Katie wanted her to. Just as though there were any others to compare her with. Katie had been her first and the woman knew it. Her first and her only. Sandy's salvation in a world where she thought she'd never find a place.
And now Katie's hands were moving downward over Sandy's belly-to the top of her pants-teasing along the waistband and making her flesh ripple with heated response.
Katie's fingers moved to the top button of Sandy's blouse and began slowly to part the material. Sandy gulped for air, using all her strength to keep herself from leaping up and throwing herself around this woman. She hadn't known that she'd needed it this badly-hadn't realized that it was possible to store up such a reserve of desire. But now, with Katie's hands moving over her body, with Katie's presence right there with her in the bed, Sandy realized that she was a woman possessed-a woman whose very life at this moment seemed to revolve around a single orgasm.
And only Katie could help her attain it.
Katie's hands moved slowly away from each other drawing the material of Sandy's blouse with them-until the girl's firm, upturned breasts were clearly in view.
"Nice," Katie whispered huskily, "real nice."
Sandy felt as though the vibrations of Katie's voice were echoing through her-resounding down into the very marrow of her bones. As she listened to the woman-talking softly-talking love words, she felt her own intensity doubling its strength-felt her very soul straining in Katie's direction. The woman was heaven and hell at the same time, Sandy knew. Her savior and her nemesis. She could restore her or destroy her with equal ease.
As Sandy lay helpless on the bed and let Katie drive her cunt and her passion to a frenzy she thought back to a time when she did not have Katie. When she was alone in the world and at the mercy of any man that might come her way.
She was innocent then. Innocent of all the things that could happen to a girl when she was left all alone in a place she did not know and with people that took advantage of her.
She had had many men in her life. Too many to count.
And they all had been the same. They all had wanted her cunt and nothing else. They wanted her mouth and her tits and they wanted her to do all the things to them but had never satisfied her.
Her first time she remembered was just like that. It was just like Katie was treating her now.
She was alone with that boy. What was his name? She could hardly remember him.
He was the captain of the football team in school and like all the other girls she was more than willing to do anything to him to get him to take her out on a date.
They were all like that back then and she was not different. She gave him everything and he took. He took with all he had and she was left all alone.
Yes. That was one night that she would never forget. Her whole body and soul had gone out to him then and she had given her cherry to that bastard.
She had given him the thing that she held precious even at that age and he had left her with nothing. Not even a thank you note.
That night they drove out to the lake. It was the summer and he was in training for the season that was about to come up. He was always in training. Towards the end he began to use that excuse for not seeing her.
She was alone with him and she remembered the way he smelled. The way his body moved as it inched its way to her and sent her temperature soaring higher than it had ever been before.
It was something powerful then and something that she had held as pure and sacred.
He came to her slowly and put his arm around her shoulder. He made her feel secure and safe, as if nothing would ever hurt her when he was around.
She knew that there was nothing she would not do for him even before he fucked her but she was being coy just the same. She did not want him to know that she was a virgin and that he was the first one to have her. He thought that she had been with a lot of other boys before him and that she was experienced in the ways of the world.
She felt his hand on her tit though she knew that the little game was up and that she had gotten more than she bargained for. She had bitten off more than she could chew and was now stuck with this horny man on her hands.
She almost regretted it and when she told him to be gentle with her he became a hungry beast.
He almost ripped off all her clothes and dove his mouth immediately between her legs. She was fresh and sweet in those days. She had never known the touch of another human's mouth on her cunt.
It sent waves of passion licking up through her body and her mind as his mouth worked harder and swifter between her thick cunt lips and the erect little nubbin of her clit.
She loved it at first. Loved the way his mouth sucked up all the juices she was producing and swallowed them all the way down into his throat.
She wanted more and more of him and pushed his head in all the way until he was almost choking and panting from the sucking up of her juices in his mouth.
Her shapely, young legs flailed about in the air and she bucked her cunt into his mouth and made him take more and more of her cunt.
She wanted to come desperately and she wanted him to make her happy.
But that was the farthest thing from his thoughts. All he wanted was what all the other men had wanted from her.
They wanted her cunt and they demanded to use it the way they wanted to.
And that night, Mike the great big football star, showed her exactly what all men were like.
His hands were cruel and harsh as he pulled at the crack of her ass and made her squirm in disgust and anguish at all the things he did to her.
As he dove into her muff his hands crawled along to the back of her thighs and then up to her asshole. He almost ripped her in two from the force of his attack and she swore that she bled that night.
Her act of love had been turned into something cruel and ugly and into something that she had never imagined before. It was something ugly. Something that was against everything she had ever been taught about love and about the way people were supposed to treat each other.
Her mouth worked furiously at trying to form the words that would take him from her cunt. That would release her from the grip that his lips and his mouth had on her clit.
He was working faster and faster and she could hear that labored animal breathing of his when he came up for air and when he grunted his pleasure at the rare feast he found in her tender cunt meat.
When he pulled his dripping mouth away from her cunt she was sure that the worst was yet to come.
She tried to run out of the car and run into the woods that surrounded the lake but he was much too fast for her. He was a demon when he caught her and threw her to the ground.
His heavy weight pinned her down and made all resistance impossible.
She was trapped beneath him and there was nothing she could do about it now.
She had to submit to whatever he wanted to do to her and he would have his way.
His cock flashed before her as he pulled it out and dangled it before her face. She was frozen, shocked, immobile before it.
Sandy felt the thing crawl along the inside of her thigh and she knew that he was going to fuck her. She knew that he was going to ram that cock of his all the way up her cunt.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
His hands grasped her knees and pulled them up almost over her head.
She was exposed and naked before him and her cunt was gaping and wide for the attack he would soon inflict on her.
She felt the huge head of it against her sore and dripping cunt lips and knew that he was fighting and searching for a way to get in there.
He was going to ram it in her and she was going to have to like it. That was the way it was with Mike. And that was the way it was with all men as far as she was concerned.
Without any warning Mike shoved his cock deep inside her and she felt the tearing and the ripping of tissue as it penetrated deeper and deeper than anything she had ever felt.
She was flooded and filled with his meat. She was choked full to the throat with his thick member and when she felt the slow insistent rhythm inside her she bit her lip and waited for the end she hoped would come soon.
He rocked back and forth on top of her, each stroke bringing with it more pain and more revulsion. His hot breath on her delicate neck was a sacrilege of every ideal she had ever felt and a pornography of every emotion she knew she had in her.
There was nothing she could do about it though she knew she had to lie there and take the punishment he dished out.
It seemed like forever until the moment came when he finally unleashed the final fury of his onslaught and drenched her sore and ravaged cunt with the juices from his balls.
She almost cried with happiness when she felt the come spurt and gush inside her.
It was a sign that he was through and her ordeal was over.
But all that was in the past.
It was something she had tried to forget and store away somewhere in her subconscious mind. It was too awful to remember. Too disgusting to think about.
She went to women a long time after that. Before the women came all those other men. All those other men that had let her down and made her feel like so much the fool that she felt she was. They were nothing but ego-shattering leeches that thrived off the weakness she showed them.
But they were all the same when it came time for fucking. They were sweet and gentle and they showed her nothing but their good side until it was time to let their hair down and show themselves for the pricks they really were.
They were nothing but that and she knew it.
Now she was with Katie. And no matter how bad Katie was she could never have been as bad as some of the men she had been with.
She at least was a woman. Not the ideal woman that Sandy would have wanted but at least a woman that could suck out her cunt the way she wanted and had a delicious cunt to suck instead of a cock.
That was the important thing. And now, as they made love, it was the only thing in the world she cared about.
Katie wiggled upward until her lips were only inches away from Sandy's breasts. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she plunged-covering Sandy's nipple with her mouth-stroking the tender flesh with a quick, darting tongue.
Sandy slipped her fingers into the softness of Katie's curly hair and pulled the woman closer to her-forcing Katie's mouth tighter against her flesh. Sandy felt the tip of her breast rubbing against the roof of Katie's mouth-felt Katie's sensuous tongue slowly around the nipple making it throb and ache with hot pulsating desire.
Katie's hand moved for the top of Sandy's jeans and fought with the button until it gave way. Quickly she slipped the zipper downward.
Sandy raised her hips cooperatively as the tight shorts were tugged over the curve of her hips and down to mid-thigh. She could hardly wait for Katie to pull them all the way to her ankles and toss them aside-one more hindrance out of the way.
Instead, Katie left the shorts bunched around Sandy's knees. Then Katie reached back upward-cupping her palm over the softness high at the inside of Sandy's thigh.
Sandy groaned softly and tried to spread her knees-but the stiff dungaree material stopped her mid-way. The best she could do was revolve her hips quickly, frantically as Katie's fingertips moved higher, toying with the bottom edge of her panties promising to slip underneath onto bare flesh at any moment.
She felt Katie's touch brushing softly over the flimsy material of the panties-fondling the hot eager cunt beneath-tormenting delightfully. Sandy twisted her fingers into the bed-sheets to keep herself from reaching for Katie's naked tits-swaying so temptingly close-so easily within reach.
Katie seemed to know, to sense, Sandy's inner wishes. On purpose she lowered her body just enough so that her nipples brushed over the nakedness of Sandy's belly and then upward until their breasts were touching and Sandy could feel the electric currents of desire rushing back and forth between their bodies.
Sandy thought she was going to scream-to go right out of her mind with the need for a closer, more intimate contact. Her cunt was dripping and wet already.
With trembling fingers she reached out to caress Katie's cheek-to touch the soft, satin flesh of the other woman's beautiful face. "Please," Sandy whispered, "don't make me wait any more. Don't make me beg!"
Katie's mouth twisted into a cruel, confident smile. "You really want it today, don't you baby." She smirked. "You really want it from me. Don't you?"
Sandy didn't answer. She couldn't. She felt her cheeks turning crimson with the humiliation of awareness. There was no pretense between them, no chance of mystery. Katie seemed able to guess every thought in Sandy's mind - every nuance of desire.
Sandy knew she had no place to hide, not even the privacy of her own thoughts.
She squeezed her knees together and lifted them slowly into the air-trapping Katie's fingers between her thighs.
Katie dug in-hard, angrily. "Don't rush me," she barked. "You know I don't like that."
"Please," Sandy was pleading again, "I can't stand to wait-can't stand to play."
"If you like we can just forget about the whole thing."
"Oh no, that's not what I meant-you know it isn't," Sandy sobbed.
"Okay then. Just relax and let me do what I want to."
There was a moment of silence-a tense, strained, horrible vacuum in which Sandy knew that she was in danger of losing Katie's interest, of spoiling everything with one more wrong move.
Slowly, resignedly, she lowered her legs flat against the mattress, closed her eyes and swallowed the last of her pride.
And it didn't matter, she told herself. Didn't matter at all. Pride and self-respect were nothing right now. Luxuries she couldn't afford. There was only one thing she needed-that bitch's mouth on her wet, hungry cunt. As long as she got that she could be happy.
Katie hooked her fingers over the waistband of Sandy's panties and began to inch her way downward-slowly-tormentingly.
Sandy thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow feeling as though she were about to choke on her own urgent need. Her cunt was on fire-twisting and knotting up with the tension of excitement.
That's what Katie wanted to see, Sandy knew. That's what Katie needed to set her own sparks flying.
Sandy was right. As she writhed back and forth beneath Katie's touch, she heard Katie's breathing turn shallow and rapid-heard the woman start to sigh with arousal.
And she felt the fingers-those long, expert, knowing fingers moving further down inside the panties-probing all the way into her cunt-digging deeper into hot, moist, eager pussy.
Suddenly Katie seemed to become a blur of motion. Hurrying down toward the foot of the bed she yanked Sandy's shorts all the way down, tossed them across to a nearby chair and rushed back to twist her fingers into the flimsy material of Sandy's panties and tug the garment downward.
"Take off that damned blouse," Katie ordered. "I want to see you naked."
Sandy was more than happy to obey. Bolting to a sitting position, she slid her blouse down her arms and let it fall to the floor.
"Stand up," Katie ordered as she swung her own legs over the side of the bed. "Come right here in front of me."
Sandy did as she was told-moving until she stood between Katie's spread knees.
Katie'd reached up and cupped one of Sandy's breasts in each hand-testing the weight, the fullness-rubbing the stiff, swollen nipples with her thumbs.
Sandy threw her head back, closed her eyes and let the animal sounds of hunger wrench themselves free from her throat. She placed her palms on Katie's shoulders-needing something to support her, to steady her as Katie's mouth found the flesh of her belly and began to nuzzle its way downward.
Katie's hands slid down over Sandy's sides and then around to cup the fullness of her buttocks-to pull her closer to the bed-to hold her steady.
Sandy thrust her hips forward as Katie's tongue moved swiftly-darting, fluttering-finding the dark meat of her cunt and thrusting deeper.
Sandy felt herself falling forward as Katie pulled her down above her. Quickly, she thrust her hands in front of her onto the mattress to break her fall. Then, gulping for air, she crawled up into position above the other woman.
She heard her own voice as though from a great distance-the sounds of uncontrollable lust as Katie worked beneath her spread cunt lips, kissing, nipping, using her tongue, her mouth, her lips to drive Sandy wild with need.
Sandy pistoned her hips-straining to capture that perfect moment, hovering it seemed just out of her reach-dangling ever so temptingly before her. She was aware but only vaguely of Katie's fingers sliding up and down through the softness of her quivering inner thighs.
And then suddenly she began to feel that exquisite tension solidifying within her-shaping itself into one, distinct, acute sensation-strengthening rapidly, heatedly and growing toward the maddening bursting point of orgasm.
It was at that point, as always, that Katie withdrew. With a soft tapping of her fingers on Sandy's hip, she gave the signal-told Sandy without words that it was time.
Eagerly, breathlessly, Sandy crawled away from Katie and moved herself onto her back-waiting-trembling-knowing that the grand finale was in sight.
In a moment Katie was above her, forcing Sandy's knees wider apart with her own, spreading her cunt-lowering herself full-length until their pussies were locked tight up against each other.
Sandy cried out with the ecstasy of total contact as the pressure of clitoris against naked clitoris drove fingers of white-hot light through her brain. Reflexively, she arched her hips upward-pressing the sensitive clit tighter against Katie-picking up the other woman's rhythmic, rocking motion.
The bed springs creaked protestingly underneath them as the fires of their passion compelled them to move faster-harder. The sound of the floor fan was accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of naked, glistening bellies against each other and the soft murmurs of urgency.
Sandy wound her arms around Katie's shoulders and pulled the woman down even closer against her. She felt their breasts crushed flat against each other-their legs and thighs intertwined, straining for closer contact.
"Come on, baby-give it to me," Katie grunted as she thrust herself roughly, brutally at Sandy. "Let me hear you scream."
Sandy gave way to the holocaust of sensation whipping through her. She heard herself sighing, moaning, calling Katie's name-heard the obscenities that would embarrass her later in retrospect-heard the sounds of her own desperation.
And then, suddenly, Katie's mouth was grinding down hard over her own-and Katie's tongue was sliding in deep-and Katie's own body was beginning to quake as the frenzy of completion descended.
They moved as one now-clinging tightly-straining closer to each other-moving in perfect rhythm as the first moments of release came shimmering into sight. Sandy's long fingers fluttered down along the ridge of Katie's spine-onto the firm, compact ass-down into the moist softness between white, silken thighs.
Together they rolled across the mattress straining to make the perfect moment last-to hold onto the fleeting ecstasy of release.
And then slowly, gently they drifted back toward reality-curled snuggly in each other's arms-gasping for breath-silent with exhaustion.
Their cunts were slick and wet, rubbed against each other in delicious friction as they slowed down.
Their mouths were open as they gasped for air.
Sandy was happy as she felt the warm sensations of orgasm spread a pink glow over her body.
She was satisfied.
Chapter Two
Sandy walked along the sand enjoying the sounds of the ocean lapping up to shore, feeling at peace with herself, with the world.
Amazing, she thought smiling inwardly, how one little romp in bed could restore her optimism, bolster her spirits like nothing else. She was hooked on Katie. No doubt about that. Couldn't do without her. Didn't want to.
When she reached a breakwater that jutted out into the sea, Sandy climbed the rocks carefully and made her way along the top. She was glad suddenly that Katie had decided to come to the beach today. It felt good to be out of that stagnant city exposed to the elements, at one with nature.
The lingering rays of the afternoon sun seemed to caress her naked shoulders as she sat perched on the very edge of the rocky wall gazing off over the waves. At times like this, Sandy preferred to be alone. Katie wouldn't be able to appreciate her mood. Certainly wouldn't care to enhance it. She'd call Sandy a romantic, Sandy knew. A stupid dreamer. A silly schoolgirl.
And yet Sandy knew if she hadn't been all these things-just precisely all these things-she and Katie might never have fucked together the way they did.
It was the precise difference in their make-up that made them so good together.
Sandy was the hard core romantic that would never be able to see the world for what it really was and Katie was just the opposite. She was tough and cynical and full of world weariness that attracted Sandy terrifically.
They needed each other to keep their sanity. They complemented each other like two sides of the same coin.
Katie needed Sandy to keep that little bit of optimism she had inside her going and Sandy needed that toughness to keep from being taken by every butch that came her way and from every type of low life that tried to take her for a ride.
It was something great. It was something almost pre-destined for them to be together.
Sandy knew that nothing could ever replace Katie. Not even a man. That thought kept creeping into her thoughts more and more these days.
In the solitude she relished so much she would find herself thinking about men.
She didn't know why and she could not account for it but she knew that she had to stop it before it got the better of her.
It was something she had to conquer all by herself and she knew there was no room for Katie in that.
She had to go it alone and see it through herself.
As the summer drew to a close Sandy found herself more and more melancholy and she did not know why. She did not know the depths of her own despair yet and she was afraid these days that life would soon take an awful turn for her.
Just like it had done before she had met Katie.
But now that Christmas was drawing near she tried her hardest to get into the spirit of things and make herself useful.
That Christmas was a long time ago.
* * *
Christmas was approaching like an inescapable enemy-rolling up closer, infiltrating everywhere, poisoning the world.
Sandy forced those cynical thoughts out of her mind and tried her damnedest to enjoy the sounds of Christmas Carlos drifting over from the quad.
She didn't really feel that way, she knew. Sandy was no Scrooge when it came to yule tide outlook. It was just that damned pervasive loneliness-that indefinable ache that never failed to appear along about the first of December-that yearning, that urgent hunger for something she could not name.
Sandy closed the history book and glanced around the empty dormitory room eager for something to distract her. There was no sense trying to read, trying to study, she knew. Today was not the day for concentration. It was as though there were forces at work against her-forces she could neither see nor name-but forces nevertheless, impelling her to pick herself up and go seek some fortune.
Sandy lit a cigarette and walked over to the window, rubbing a clear circle in the frosty glass so that she could see out. Last night it had snowed a white blanket covering the entire university making everything seem clean and bright and hopeful despite it all.
In the center of the quad carolers were starting up again, their breath making little puffs of steam in the chilly air around their faces. Everyone was out there, Sandy knew, singings along or just listening and enjoying the spirit of the season.
What was wrong with her?
Why couldn't she participate?
Why couldn't she conform?
She turned from the sight of it all as though she'd been looking into a mirror that revealed too much truth. This was ridiculous, she told herself. She was only nineteen. It wasn't suitable to be lethargic at such an early age. It wasn't normal to feel out of step with the entire world.
Suddenly, her room became a cage, a prison, a dungeon of silence in which she was forced to think. Sandy hurried into her parka, pulled on her boots and headed for the door, grabbing gloves on the way.
She had to get out. Had to mingle. Had to search for a miracle that would get her out of this grey cloudy mood.
As she ran down the steps of the dormitory building, she felt the December air stinging her cheeks, whipping her hair, forcing her to full alertness. Sandy paused for a moment trying to make her mind up, trying to figure out where to go.
Tony's face popped into her mind's eye. Smiling Tony. Cheerful Tony. Tony with the sweet talk and anxious roaming hands.
She liked him, she had to admit. Liked him a lot. And still she was glad he'd gone home to his family in New York for vacation. Gone out of her life for two whole weeks. Two weeks in which she wouldn't have to make excuses to him. Two weeks in which she wouldn't have to find him off. Two weeks in which she wouldn't have to ask herself why she was so afraid of going to bed with a man.
Sandy forced her legs to carry her toward the group of students clustered around the carolers. She wasn't really interested in them, she knew. Most likely she wouldn't find anything to perk up her spirits.
Still, the activity around her, the presence of other people, would be enough to keep her from thinking, to keep her from burrowing deeper and deeper into her own depression.
She stood on the periphery of the crowd, hands buried deep in her pockets, collar turned up against the wind.
She remembered suddenly that tonight would be the beginning of Winter Carnival, a three-day, never-ending round of parties and sleigh-rides and ice-skating and dances and more parties.
She didn't want any part of it, Sandy told herself. Not alone anyway and not with Tony. She didn't want a part of anything as a matter of fact, she added bitterly-until she found someone who could make her feel like she belonged.
"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself very much either." The voice was suddenly close to her ear, raised, in order to carry above the singing.
Sandy glanced to her right and found herself smiling back at the girl. "How could you tell?" she asked, intrigued by the stranger who seemed to have so much perception.
The blonde's smile was confident, sure. "It was written all over your face," she said. "I spotted it from all the way over there." She pointed to a cluster of girls standing about fifty feet away.
Sandy felt suddenly self-conscious and she didn't quite know why. There was something about the girl that made her feel strange, uneasy as though she were on display.
"My name is Katie Winters." The girl pulled a bare hand out of the pocket of her suede jacket and thrust it at Sandy.
"Sandy Johnson." She shook the girl's hand, thinking to herself that the action seemed slightly weird between two women.
"My friends and I were just going to drive into town and hunt up some liquid refreshment," Katie smiled devilishly. "Care to join us?"
"Love to," Sandy answered immediately, feeling somehow that she was on the brink of a great adventure.
She'd never been much of a drinker and the two old-fashioned were making her head spin. Sandy sat in the corner of the booth smiling stupidly, listening to the sounds of conversation around her merging into a dull drone. She liked this bar that Katie and her friends had chosen. Liked the relaxed atmosphere. Liked the glaring absence of aggressive college boys on the make.
"You still with us?" Katie smiled across the table in Sandy's direction.
"Oh-I'm sorry." Sandy avoided Katie's glance, embarrassed that she'd been caught day-dreaming. "I was just letting everything settle."
"Go right ahead." Katie reached across the table and squeezed Sandy's fingers briefly. "I'm glad to see that you're having a good time."
Sandy didn't understand it for the life of her. What was it with this girl, she asked herself. Why should Katie care to entertain her? Why should she hover about like a mother hen watching over her? Why should she pick up the tab for their drinks?
And then, slowly, surprisingly, the truth began to dawn on Sandy. Doing her best not to make the act seem obvious she glanced around the room to confirm her suspicions.
It was true. There wasn't a man in the place and that was no accident.
Sandy reached for her drink and managed to get one more sip out of the near empty glass. She felt nervous yet curious at the same time.
Katie seemed to have read her thoughts. "I see you just clued yourself into our scene," she said with a half smile. "Would you like another drink or do you want to panic and run?"
Sandy forced her best imitation of a relaxed smile. "I'm not the panicky type," she said with a lot more confidence than she actually felt. "But I will have another drink."
"I thought so." Katie winked and called for the waitress.
By the time she'd finished her third old-fashioned, Sandy was too high to be frightened or appalled or anything for that matter but giddy. She listened to the sound of her own voice in amusement, hardly able to believe that it was herself telling those jokes-herself laughing uproariously-herself joining in on the fun.
It wasn't until Katie asked her to dance that Sandy started to feel queasy. "Dance? Where?"
Katie chuckled. "In the back room," she said. "The inner-sanctum."
"You've got to be kidding," Sandy blurted. "There isn't really any back room-is there?"
"Only one way to find out for sure." Katie got to her feet and grinned down at Sandy. "Got the guts to join me?"
Sandy knew that she had just enough liquor inside her to try anything once. "Sure," she answered confidently. "I don't scare that easy."
"We'll see about that," Katie said-and all the others laughed at the obvious implication.
The moment she set foot into that dimly lit back room, Sandy felt as though she'd just entered another world. The front of the bar hadn't been crowded but in here, where the atmosphere was obviously freer, there wasn't an inch of room to spare.
The music seemed to be blasting out at her from all directions. Sandy felt the beat of the drums reverberating through her body compelling her to sway in time.
"Still don't believe me?" Katie said, almost yelling to make herself heard above the blasting from the jukebox.
Sandy didn't answer. She was still too awe-struck for conversation.
As her eyes accustomed themselves to the semi-darkness, she was able to make out the figures that were dancing on the floor-girls, women, all shapes and sizes locked in each other's arms, grinding their bodies intently-eyes closed, lips half parted as though entranced.
The aura of sexual tension was everywhere.
"Well are you going to just stand here gaping or shall we join the crowd?" Katie reached for Sandy's hand and started toward the dance floor.
Sandy stumbled along numbly after her. Things were happening too fast all of a sudden. She couldn't think. Couldn't organize her brain.
And yet there was no denying a certain happy, giddy sensation-an excitement, an anticipation which she'd never experienced before. This was what she'd needed to lift her out of her doldrums, she knew, something off-beat and whacky, something that would preclude boredom, something finally, that would hold her interest.
She had expected to be slightly put-off by the sensation of another girl's arms around her, another girl's body pressed up tight against her own but as Katie drew her into the embrace, Sandy found to her surprise and delight that she seemed to fit there well.
Katie was a strong leader and Sandy had no trouble picking up the slow, undulating motions of their dance. She'd done this with Tony many times - late at night at fraternity parties when the atmosphere turned thick with aroused desires.
But here, wrapped in Katie's arms, it was different, Sandy realized, very different. For some reason that she couldn't fathom she felt no fear, no apprehension. It wasn't like dancing with Tony-with whom each moment brought her closer to that inevitable self-defense.
"How are you doing, baby?" Katie's voice was warm, melodious, rippling with pleasure.
"Fine," Sandy answered without hesitation.
"You haven't turned to stone yet, you'll notice."
"I didn't expect to." Sandy felt more confident now. Sure of herself. Nothing was going to happen to her she knew. Nothing bad. Nothing frightening. Nothing regrettable.
Katie pulled her in a little closer and began to rub her thighs and hips against Sandy's. "This is the kind of Christmas spirit I dig most," she said, chuckling at her own humor.
Sandy didn't know why she did it but suddenly she began to rotate her hips-working her body right up against Katie's-provoking the other girl as she might provoke a man.
Katie coaxed Sandy's head down onto her shoulder and held her very tightly. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd played this game before," she said, brushing her mouth over the softness of Sandy's hair.
"Never," Sandy answered vehemently. "This is all new to me."
"In that case, I guess I'll just have to teach you everything," Katie answered with an impulsive hug. "Starting at the very beginning."
Somehow afternoon had slipped into evening, and evening into night. Sandy had no idea where the time had flown or how much she'd had to drink. All she knew was that when Katie led her out into the dark, chilly street, the clock on the corner said it was after nine-and she was very, very drunk.
She sat up front beside Katie, eyes closed, smiling stupidly, enjoying the soothing sensation of the car's motion. Around her, the voices of the other girls seemed to blend into one happy bubble of laughter. Everyone was having a good time, Sandy knew, miraculously enough, herself included.
"Here we are, home away from home," Katie announced pulling the car over to the curb suddenly and turning off the motor.
"Hey-this isn't school," Sandy said, blinking her eyes open and trying to recognize her surroundings. "Where are we?"
"This is our hideout," Katie answered, setting the rest of the girls into uproarious giggling. "The dean says we have to live on campus-but there's no rule against keeping a little apartment that no one knows about."
"You mean you've got a place here?" Sandy's eyes widened with surprise.
"We all chipped in," Katie told her nodding toward the others. "You're our first house-guest."
The apartment was shabby, nondescript, but Sandy couldn't have cared less. All she knew is that she was doing something forbidden-something wildly exciting-something she'd never dreamed of doing before. "How many bedrooms?" she asked peering down a dingy hallway.
"Three," Katie answered. "Isn't that convenient?"
Sandy didn't fully understand until she looked around and realized that the other four girls had disappeared. "I see what you mean," she said, blushing profusely.
"I think there's some beer in the refrigerator," Katie announced overlooking Sandy's momentary discomfort. "You want some?"
Sandy knew she shouldn't-that beer was a very wrong move-but she said yes nevertheless, eager for fortification. She needed to be very drunk she knew. Needed to be high enough so her courage wouldn't fail her-so that she'd be brave enough to satisfy her curiosity about Katie's cunt-sucking sort of sex.
To Sandy's delight the beer was almost tasteless going down. Effortlessly, she emptied the entire can-aware of the fact that she was getting drunker with each passing moment.
When Sandy had placed the empty beer-can on the coffee table, Katie looked across at her with a knowing smile. "Think you're ready for it now or would you rather be unconscious first?"
Sandy knew that she'd been seen through and she lowered her gaze to the floor. "I can't help it," she murmured, the words slurred by alcohol. "I'm not-very experienced."
Katie stood up and extended her hands in Sandy's direction. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart-I have enough experience for both of us. Just follow the leader."
The bedroom was dark, dank, cave-like. The light from the street lamp outside filtered through the dirty window-pane casting an eerie glow over the furniture.
"Lights on or out?" Katie asked matter-of-factly.
"Out-please," Sandy answered aware of a slight trembling starting up inside her cunt.
Katie nodded and walked to the door, closing it softly behind them. Then she turned and pulled Sandy into her arms.
Sandy shuddered as Katie's lips covered hers, pressing down insistently. She felt the girl's breasts crushing flat against her own, felt Katie's hips and thighs rubbing in tight.
And despite the circumstances, despite the fact that this was another woman, Sandy felt her body beginning to respond.
She offered no protest as Katie guided her across the darkened room and onto the lumpy mattress. Closing her eyes, Sandy allowed herself to be lowered onto the bed.
"Now just relax," Katie murmured, brushing aside a lock of hair that had fallen over Sandy's forehead. "Just take it easy and I'll do all the work."
Sandy nodded, eyes closed, unable to look at Katie. Unable to face her. She couldn't explain the uproar going on at that moment inside her soppy cunt-the unexpected coils of arousal twisting through her pussy.
But then, Katie was kissing her again-sliding her tongue deep into Sandy's mouth-and Sandy had no need to explain anything. The only need she had was the need to enjoy this.
Katie's fingers moved slowly, languidly as they explored Sandy's body-her tits, her belly, her thighs. Sandy heard Katie sighing with delight-felt the other girl's pulse-beat quickening in time with her own as the touch grew more intimate, more demanding.
Sandy, didn't know what to do and felt glad that, apparently, nothing was expected of her. For now she was content to lie back and let Katie lead the way-let Katie work lovingly over her cunt-let Katie increase the pleasure that was rippling through her.
"Let's get rid of these clothes." Katie's voice was sharp, authoritative, as she reached for the top button of Sandy's blouse. "Can't do much with all these obstacles in the way."
Sandy smiled as the clothing seemed to float away from her body. Willingly she lifted herself, turned herself, did whatever was necessary to help Katie strip her. And then, finally, she lay on the bed clad only in thin panties trembling in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
Katie crawled up over Sandy and began to cover the girl's body with light feathery kisses. Sandy shivered as Katie's tongue swirled around the tip of her breast goading the sensitive nipple to life-making it stiffen and pulsate with heated desire.
She'd never gone this far before-never even willingly let a boy undress her to the skin. But now, somehow, with Katie, there was no hesitancy, no reluctance. All Sandy knew was that she was having the best time of her life-all of a sudden she seemed to be blossoming, to be expressing herself freely, to be experiencing the thrills that she'd only heard about in the past.
Katie's graceful fingers circled Sandy's breasts gently squeezing the soft mounds of pale flesh, massaging them rhythmically.
Sandy rocked her hips as the beginnings of a sweet agony made itself felt low across her belly.
"Please," she moaned hoarsely, "do something. Help me."
"You bet I will, doll," was Katie's husky reply as she lowered her mouth to the soft satin curve of Sandy's belly and began to slide her lips over the quivering flesh.
Sandy gasped with delight as her legs were doubled up over her body and Katie's tongue slid down the length of her naked thigh. She felt the girl's mouth, strong, demanding, nipping its way over her sensitive wet pussy-provoking, teasing-making juices flow that Sandy had never even dreamed about.
And then, suddenly, she could see only the top of Katie's head-the curly blonde hair shining in the dim rays of light as Katie buried her face between Sandy's warm thighs and licked deeply at her pussy.
It was wanton, brazen she knew, but Sandy couldn't stop herself. Reaching down she grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties and pushed them downward over her hips-signaling to Katie that she needed direct cunt to cunt contact. She needed to feel the other woman's clit pressed tightly against her own.
Katie got the message and lost no time in complying with Sandy's wishes. Quickly, she tugged the fragile garment down past Sandy's ankles and threw it into the darkness.
Sandy groaned with need and pushed her hips up toward Katie-offering her cunt completely-positioning herself naked and vulnerable. Her cunt dripped with lust.
Katie knelt over Sandy, eyes wide with delight at the sight before her. Breathing heavily, she slid the heel of her hands up the insides of Sandy's thighs.
When Katie's fingers met, Sandy cried out with delight. She felt her flesh throbbing, aching, straining it seemed to draw Katie closer to her.
Katie began to stroke Sandy's cunt, rubbing softly, rhythmically, heightening the girl's arousal.
Sandy thrashed back and forth on the mattress. Little beads of perspiration popped out along her forehead. Her body glistened, muscles taut, cunt quivering in anticipation.
Katie dug her fingers in behind Sandy's knees and forced the girl's legs up and wide apart. Grunting, she lowered her mouth to Sandy's willing cunt.
Sandy felt the little sounds of lust gurgle up from her throat as she zoomed off into space propelled by the force of her growing excitement. She felt her hips arching upward-straining-pistoning rapidly as the tension increased and the promise of fulfillment drew nearer.
Her clit was hard and erect as Katie raked her teeth and lips across the nubbin of delight.
Katie was expert and knowing. Quickly she slid her hands up until they covered Sandy's tits. Then, capturing the swollen nipples between her fingers, she stroked them in time with the rhythmic workings of her knowing mouth.
Sandy rocketed over the top-groaning, shaking, exploding it seemed into a million tiny pinpoints of electric sensation. The world was a million miles away now-vague, remote-and all that remained was the violence of completion-the undeniable pleasure that was twisting itself through her cunt, lifting her higher and higher-freeing her so that she could be sane again. Her cunt flowed with the thick sauce of her come.
She lay curled in Katie's arms smiling drunkenly, fighting to catch her breath.
"How are you doing?" Katie murmured, reaching out to fondle the tip of Sandy's breast.
"I'm fine-just fine," Sandy answered hardly able to talk. "But what about-you?"
Katie grinned impishly. "My turn will come later," she announced. "After all, you're the pupil, remember."
"You mean I was the pupil," Sandy corrected. "I guess I know everything now."
Katie laughed aloud. "We haven't even scratched the surface honey," she said. "But never you fear-you're going to know everything there is to know before I'm finished with you. You're going to be my girl."
"You mean you really want me-permanently?" Sandy could hardly believe her ears. It was too good to be true.
Katie slid her hand down to the inside of Sandy's thigh to her cunt. "Did you ever have any doubt about that? From the first minute I laid eyes on you in the quad I knew I was going to have you."
"Do you always get everything you want?" Sandy teased.
"Always," Katie answered with conviction.
Sandy smiled, too embarrassed to answer. After all, Katie was right. She did get everything she wanted.
And as she slipped off into a deep dreamless sleep Sandy knew that she'd be content to remain with Katie for the rest of her life.
* * *
The insistent shrieking of a flock of gulls snapped her back to the present with unwelcome speed.
Sandy pulled herself up to a sitting position and squinted against the sunlight bouncing along over the waves. An unpleasant warmth told her that she'd been daydreaming in the sun longer than she'd realized and Katie was probably wondering where she'd gone to by now.
Sandy pulled herself onto her feet and dove off the rocky breakwater into the cold, surging water. Swimming along beneath the surface she allowed the current to carry her in toward shore, enjoying the sensation of freedom, of weightlessness.
When the ocean floor rubbed against her belly and thighs she stood up, pushed the wet hair back from her forehead and hurried back along the beach in the direction from which she'd come.
Sandy looked twice to make sure she hadn't seen wrong, hoping that she'd been mistaken.
She felt her heart sinking, her hands beginning to tremble, her knees wobbling. There was no doubt about it. That was Katie on their blanket and she wasn't alone.
"Hi baby-I was beginning to think I'd have to send the lifeguard out after you," Katie said merrily as Sandy approached.
The redhead smiled self-consciously, running a quick, glistening tongue along scarlet lips.
"Janie, I want you to meet my friend Sandy," Katie said, introducing them.
Sandy forced a hello and a half a smile, knowing full well what must have been going on in her absence. Katie had no friend by the name of Janie-at least not until the last hour. The redhead was a pickup, the latest addition to Katie's collection of toys.
"I invited Janie to come home to dinner with us," Katie announced smiling happily. "You don't mind do you Sandy?"
Janie laughed, gazing adoringly in Katie's direction.
Sandy reached for her cigarettes with shaking hands, unable to answer, unable to even pretend not to understand.
Katie had betrayed her before-many times-but never to her face. Never in their own apartment.
Sandy felt a knot growing in her stomach-felt her brain whirling with panic, with fear as something told her she was on her way out of Katie's life.
She wondered if she would be able to take that. Life with Katie was second nature to her now.
Life without her would be sheer hell.
The knot in her stomach tightened more as she imagined Katie sucking on this new girl's cunt, how she would swallow all her cunt juices.
The thought almost made her sick with jealousy.
Sandy felt herself turn to stone.
Chapter Three
The pain was like a knife stabbing directly into her heart.
Sandy forced herself to concentrate on the details of the supper dishes and tried her best to block out the sounds of conversation behind her.
It wasn't easy. Not the way Katie was turning on the charm for Janie's benefit.
Sandy gritted her teeth against the fury that was gathering momentum inside her. Every syllable out of Katie's lying mouth was like a personal affront. She could hear the honey dripping-the flirtatious tone in Katie's voice. Without having to turn around Sandy could easily picture the expression on Katie's face-that devastating eye to eye contact, that promising smile.
Suddenly she felt like the maid. An intruder. A third wheel.
"Anybody want some more coffee?" she said suddenly turning around to face them, a smile arranged across her features.
Katie didn't even bother to answer. She just shook her head no.
"Not for me, thanks," Janie said removing her gaze from Katie's face for just the merest second.
And then, again, the two of them became engrossed in each other-as though they were alone in the room-as though Sandy didn't exist.
Sandy walked across the room and stood looking out through the window into the night. The street was ablaze with lights, thick with people milling along the sidewalks seeking relief from the heat.
Sandy found herself wishing she could diffuse through the glass and become absorbed in the herd of humanity downstairs. Lost. Gone. Away even from herself.
And then, suddenly it dawned on her how alienated she had, in fact, become-how her entire life had revolved around Katie to the exclusion of the rest of humanity.
She had no friends, no confidantes, no allies. There was no place for her to go, no one for her to see. The most she could hope for was that eventually Katie would have mercy enough to draw her back into the conversation-to include her-to allow her to exist.
Her insides seemed to be throbbing in protest, tumbling over with rage. Sandy's huge eyes narrowed to angry little slits and her lips set themselves into a tight line of strain. This wasn't living, she thought, but merely existing. Her days were a series of moment to moment episodes dependent upon Katie's mood, Katie's response for success or failure.
And tonight Katie seemed further away than ever.
She wasn't going to give in without a fight, Sandy decided. Wasn't just going to let everything she needed slip through her grasp without resistance. Janie was nothing. A new face. A new body. She, on the other hand, had shared years of Katie's life day in and day out. That alone must be worth some consideration, some sentimental value.
Calling up her courage, Sandy turned slowly and walked toward the table where the two women were chatting easily. "Mind if I join in?" she said, pretending a cheerfulness that was as phony as the color of Janie's hair.
As soon as she sat down, the conversation stopped dead. Sandy felt caught, exposed in the torturous silence that lengthened around her.
Janie was the first to give way underneath the strain. "Katie was just telling me how amazing it is that we never ran into each other before, since we go to the same bars."
"Oh, is that so?" Sandy answered, an edge of ice creeping into her tone. "I guess Katie does her fair share of bar-hopping at that, don't you?" She turned to face the woman in question.
Katie obviously was enjoying every moment of the attention - the awareness that both women wanted her badly. "Yes, I get around," she said with a crooked smile. "Keeps me young and fit."
Janie forced a laugh.
The rotten bitch, Sandy thought.
Sandy sat without making a sound.
"Say, there's an idea," Janie brightened visibly, leaping at the chance to ease the tension. "Why don't we all go and do the bars tonight?" she suggested.
"The three of us?" Katie replied grinning.
"Why not?" Janie continued. "We'd probably have a ball. What do you say Sandy?"
Sandy hesitated, afraid to even glance in Katie's direction. Katie would be furious with her, she knew, if she said yes. That would cramp Katie's style. Having Sandy around would cage her in, to quote Katie. There was no point in drawing out the agony.
"No, I don't think so," Katie answered, confirming Sandy's suspicions. "That doesn't sound like my idea of a blast tonight. I think I'd just rather hang around here at home-that is, if nobody else minds."
Sandy knew that she had to make a decision right now-right this moment-or her skull was going to blow off the top of her head from the pressure inside. She couldn't stand to sit around and watch this any longer-to witness Katie's obvious interest in Janie-to listen to Katie handing the girl that all too familiar line.
"If you don't mind I think I'm going to go out and grab myself some fresh air," Sandy said, rising on shaky legs.
She hesitated for just a moment longer-hoping vaguely that Katie would stop her-that Katie would ask her to stay there with her.
Nobody objected. Nobody said a word.
Now Sandy knew she had no choice. She must do what she said she was going to do. She must take herself out of there and leave the two of them alone together to fuck even if it killed her.
She dressed in the closet-sized bathroom, hating Katie, hating Janie. hating the world for ganging up against her.
She had no idea where she was going to go, what she was going to do. All she knew was that she had to get away-had to fly far from this place before the sight of Katie's unfaithfulness destroyed her.
"When do you figure you'll be back?" Katie asked without bothering to hide her pleasure at the fact that Sandy was going out.
"Late." Sandy heard the word come out sharp, angry-as though it was spoken by another person. She'd never talked to Katie like that. Never fought back or stood up for her own rights.
"In that case, you'd better take your key," Katie told her, apparently oblivious or indifferent to Sandy's frame of mind.
Sandy grabbed her key, stuck it into the pocket of her slacks and marched out the door without saying goodbye to either of them.
Thoughts of the two women sucking on each other's cunt flashed through her mind as she ran down the stairs.
She walked west on Houston Street ignoring the curious stares of the passers-by. Shoulders hunched, head down, Sandy moved briskly despite the warmth of the evening.
Her mind was in turmoil and an icy stiffness stretched the length of her spine. She wanted to strike out, to fight back but the energy was nowhere to be seen.
As the boundaries of Greenwich Village came into view, Sandy felt her pace increasing. Maybe here, amid winding streets and the shadowy lives she'd be able to bury herself. To find temporary oblivion. To escape from what was real. In any event, she damned well intended to try.
The tourists were out in full force along with the freaks and the drag queens and the over-aged delinquents from surrounding colleges. Sandy dug her way eagerly into the crowds of people blocking the sidewalks, happy to be in among the other misfits, to be just one more anonymous ripple in this endless stream of motion.
Nobody was aware of her suffering here, she felt sure. They were all too hung up in their own problems, their own compulsions. Now, for a while at least, she could feel free to be herself.
She meandered aimlessly, glutting herself on the sudden release from immediate tension-the new-found freedom. What would she do, she wondered. How could she celebrate the first night of rebellion in her whole life?
Slowly the idea made itself known to her and Sandy toyed with it, trying it on, testing it to see how if felt. Could she fuck another woman besides Katie? It felt good, she decided. The notion of going to a bar-of beating Katie at her own game, was inexplicably appealing.
What a fool she'd been, Sandy went on, silently building up momentum. What an absolute asshole to allow herself to be stepped on-to be used-to be treated like an old shoe. She was young too and attractive enough, dammit, to stir up a little trouble on her own.
Tonight was going to be her night to get sucked.
She began to walk a little faster, remembering a bar that Katie had mentioned, eager to strike out on her own. As she passed a plate-glass store window Sandy paused glancing at her own reflection.
She had that look tonight, she realized, and she liked it. Just the right combination of urchin and sprite to add a touch of intrigue to her appearance. Her short, dark hair fell in soft wisps around her delicate face. The crisp white shirt outlined her breasts without being vulgar about it. And the tight-fitting blue jeans showed off the flatness of her belly, the compactness of her hips, the appealing curve of her thighs and ass and especially the luscious mound of her cunt.
Her step took on a slight bounce as she proceeded, confident now, eager for the adventure ahead. Was this her way of breaking free of Katie at last, she wondered. Was tonight, in fact, the first step toward permanent independence?
She dared not think in such extremes. Dared not try to plan ahead. For tonight, Sandy decided, she would just take things as they came and drift along with whatever current took hold of her.
Mona's Living Room was jumping when she arrived. Even before she peered through the window Sandy knew she'd found the right bar.
It had that special look about it that set it apart from the straight places. The heavily curtained windows. The understated name over the entrance. The gorilla at the door that looked like every other bouncer in every other gay bar in every other city in the world.
Sandy met the bouncer's inquisitive gaze with a look of defiance, daring him or anyone to get in her way, to try and stop her tonight. Instead of giving her the hard time she was almost hoping for as an excuse to let off some of the steam inside her, the man simply nodded and pushed open the front door.
The music and the smoke hit her, surrounding her like a thick blanket, enticing her hypnotically deeper into the dimness. Sandy moved slowly toward the crowded bar, aware suddenly of little jangly nerves here and there across her body.
No, she told herself, she would not chicken out. She would not allow herself to turn and run from the unknown. It was high time she stood on her own two feet.
High time she asserted herself.
High time she got a little fun out of living for a change.
To hell with Katie tonight. To hell with Janie. To hell with everything for that matter.
She wanted to fuck and that was what mattered!
She found a space at the bar and wormed her way in among a group of dykes who looked like they'd just bought out an Army-Navy surplus store. Ignoring the obvious interest of one of them, Sandy slid onto a tattered stool and quickly ordered the drink she needed to calm herself down.
The bar-scotch tasted like lighter fluid but Sandy made no complaints and drank it as quickly as she could-eager for the alcohol to take effect. She didn't quite know herself tonight, she realized, but that didn't really matter.
In fact, she decided, this just added to her interest. Everything she did, everything that might happen would be new, different. And in her particular case, anything that was different had to be good.
The blasting of the jukebox started to echo down through her body as the liquor got to work on her brain. Smiling with satisfaction, Sandy snapped the fingers of one hand in time to the music and ordered another drink for herself-just to be sure, just to reinforce her determination.
How different this was from that first time when Katie had taken her to a bar, she mused while she waited for the second scotch to arrive. What long distances she seemed to have covered in the relatively short span of three years. Gone was that nineteen-year-old naivete-that breathless excitement. And in its place, there was another kind of excitement-the excitement of the hunt-the excitement of conquest-the excitement of sucking a new pussy.
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be drinking all alone."
Sandy heard the voice coming over her left shoulder. Knew it was directed at her. She smiled to herself without turning, preparing to play the role.
Oh it was going to be easy, she realized, so delightfully easy. No more quaking with uncertainty. No more having to be the follower. How glad she was to be no longer innocent!
Slowly, casually, Sandy turned to inspect the woman beside her, the one who'd spoken.
Tall. Wavy salt-and-pepper hair. Steel-blue eyes and white, white skin. Butch definitely-but no imitation truck driver. A white skirt and nautical blue blazer with an anchor over the breast pocket. About thirty-five.
Sandy liked what she saw and her smile confirmed it.
"What do you say we find a nice private table in some dark corner?" The woman returned Sandy's smile revealing white, even teeth.
"Fast worker aren't you?" Sandy stalled on purpose, not wanting to put herself out of the running so fast-not wanting to signal all possible comers that she was taken for the evening.
"I like to move fast when I see something I like."
The words were meant as a show of bravado but Sandy saw right through the veneer. The woman wasn't as sure of herself as she tried to pretend. "We'll stay here," Sandy announced, her smile contrasting sharply with her take-it-or-leave-it tone.
The woman shrugged giving in, surrendering control easily. "Okay, suit yourself. May I buy you a drink?"
"Why not?" Sandy's grin widened, nourished by the quick victory. And as if to reaffirm her triumph she ordered the most expensive scotch there was.
"My name is Tamara," the woman said when they were halfway through their drinks. "What's yours?"
Sandy told her name momentarily unnerved by the other's directness.
"Do you want to leave now or shall we play the whole bar game first?"
Sandy smiled instantly liking her companion. "What makes you think I'm going to leave with you?" she challenged, enjoying the parry and thrust of the conversation.
Tamara wasn't having any of it. Her features rearranged themselves into an expression of utter disdain. "Come on now-don't make us go through this whole silly scene. If you weren't interested you wouldn't have hung on this long. Now what's it going to be?" Her features softened into hopefulness. "Your place or mine?"
Sandy took her time sipping her drink, on purpose. Tamara was right of course-had her pegged, but still Sandy didn't want to give in so fast.
"I never bring strangers back to my place. Maybe we'll go to yours-but only maybe."
Tamara put her glass down decisively on the bar. "Look sweetheart, if you're going to be a bitch about this, let's just forget the whole thing. Okay?"
Immediately, Sandy reached out and stopped the other woman with a gentle pressure of her fingers. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "I'm not like that-really I'm not."
"Rough night, eh?" Tamara smiled with understanding.
"That's an understatement," Sandy felt her exhilaration flattening like a punctured tire. She didn't know what she was doing, what she was trying to prove by behaving like another Katie.
"Let's go to your place," she whispered, suddenly eager to get out of there, eager to be nice to someone-and to have someone respond in kind. "Let's go to your place right now."
She wanted to fuck now!
Tamara's mouth curved up into a satisfied smile as she realized, obviously, that the reins were back in her hands. "You're absolutely sure now?" she cracked. "Not going to change your mind on the way?"
"Who's being bitchy now?" Sandy felt immense relief as she realized that she'd been forgiven-that she'd come close to spoiling things but had stopped just in time.
Tamara slapped a bill down on the counter top and nodded toward the door.
The fresh air seemed to double the strength of the scotch inside her. Sandy leaned heavily against the fender of the low-slung, silver sports-car and watched Tamara unlock the door.
The woman had class, Sandy decided. Probably a lifetime of money and ease. She wasn't a drainer of ego, wasn't a tormentor. Tonight might turn out to be even more fun than Sandy had bargained for.
They roared uptown, whizzing along Third Avenue with the radio going full blast. Sandy slipped her sandals off and stretched her bare feet into the well below the dashboard. It was good to be with someone who was on the make for her, she decided. Good to be drunk. Good to be irresponsible. Good to be away from the hell she called home.
When Tamara pulled the car into the garage of a fancy white building in the East Sixties Sandy had to work to keep her awe from showing. It would be gauche to express the fact that she was very impressed, even overwhelmed-a definite mistake to let Tamara know that she was the best thing to come along in years.
And yet, within herself, Sandy enjoyed the thrill, the excitement of having possibly met someone at last who was truly worth-while.
The apartment, way upstairs, was exactly suitable for Sandy's fantasy. It was huge with high ceilings and it seemed to stretch on forever, affording a breath-taking view of the East River outside floor to ceiling glass walls. Deep, plush leather furniture beckoned everywhere. Rosewood table tops reflected the soft lighting.
Sandy walked bare-footed, burying her toes into the thick, deep, white carpeting, absorbing the luxury of her surroundings. For a moment she almost forgot about Tamara as the sight before her commanded her full attention. Finally, she flopped down on a tufted black couch, too excited to try and pretend nonchalance.
"This is fabulous!" she called, fully expecting her voice to echo around the mammoth room. "You must be an heiress or something."
Tamara chuckled softly and slipped off her jacket revealing firm, high breasts clearly outlined beneath a thin, white sleeveless blouse. "Hardly an heiress," she said, moving quickly to seat herself on the sofa near Sandy. "I'm just a plain old working woman."
"I'll bet." Sandy tossed an incredulous expression in Tamara's direction. "Go ahead-tell me you're a checker in a supermarket."
"Well, not exactly." Tamara smiled modestly. "But if you want to know what I do, I'll tell you-I'll even show you."
Sandy waited, expecting the revelation momentarily. When it didn't come she let her eagerness show. "Well-is it? Do you really smuggle diamonds?"
Tamara's expression turned serious and she studied Sandy's face as though sizing the girl up for some secret intention. "I make films," she said softly, simply.
"Really?" Sandy felt herself rippling with excitement, with interest. "You mean to tell me you're a movie producer? Honestly?"
Tamara laughed again, obviously enjoying Sandy's response. "Not exactly the kind of movies you have in mind, I'm sure," she answered. "But if you'll just sit there I'll be glad to demonstrate."
Sandy watched fascinated as Tamara moved around behind a polished wood bar and began to operate a panel of buttons. With a soft, whirring sound a projection screen lowered itself from the ceiling directly in Sandy's line of vision. Another button extinguished all the lights in the room but one small blue bulb on the wall opposite the screen.
"Brace yourself," Tamara called in a smiling voice. "You're in for a shock." Then she pushed a third button.
Sandy gasped aloud as the screen came to life suddenly with the image of a naked girl lying on a bed in full, living color. The girl was young, not possibly more than seventeen, with long silky blonde hair and a peaches and cream complexion.
She smiled directly at the camera as though welcoming Sandy into the room, then reached for the mounds of her perfect breasts and started to toy with the pink, tiny nipples.
"Not bad for openers, eh?" Tamara said as she lowered herself onto the sofa next to Sandy, and reached toward the coffee table for a pack of cigarettes.
Sandy was too engrossed to answer and certainly not about to take her eyes off the screen. As she watched, gaping, the girl on the bed slid one scarlet-tipped finger down inside the center of her cunt and below to the soft inner thigh.
Now the girl's features were beginning to show tell-tale signs of arousal-eyes closing half way, pink lips parting. With her mouth set into a half smile, she raised her knees slowly and then spread them outward revealing her cunt fully to the eye of the camera.
The lens zoomed in then to get a revealing close-up of the girl's slick, wet pussy undulating slowly, rhythmically as her fingers began to stroke her own cunt. Probing deeply. Giving pleasure. Frigging herself faster.
Sandy felt her own body starting to respond to the spectacle before her. Embarrassed, edgy, she squeezed her knees and thighs tightly together trying to add to her own stimulation without being obvious.
Tamara slid her arm along the top of the sofa behind Sandy and inched a little closer. "Don't be ashamed, honey," she whispered hoarsely. "Everybody gets worked up watching my movies. That's what we make them for."
The girl on the screen was thrashing about now, fingering herself roughly, working her cunt to frenzy pitch. Sandy could actually feel the excitement leaping through her own body as the girl arched herself high off the mattress wiggling her hips and buttocks feverishly.
Her fingers were rapidly stroking in and out of her own cunt and came out wet and drippy with her own juices.
Tamara's fingers moved down over Sandy's shoulder and cupped her breast through the material of her shirt.
Sandy shuddered, too aroused to say anything, to do anything but move closer into the woman's embrace.
As the action on the screen continued hot and heavy, Tamara imprisoned the tip of Sandy's tit between her fingers and began to squeeze the sensitive nipple. At the same time, Tamara's other hand moved to the side of Sandy's pants, opened the button there and loosened the garment.
Without taking her eyes from the screen, Sandy lifted her hips from the sofa and allowed her pants to be forced down over her hips along with her cotton panties. Beyond inhibition now, beyond reason, she lowered her bare ass onto the cool sticky leather and kicked her foot freeing herself of all clothing from the waist down.
Tamara's hands leaped to the buttons of Sandy's blouse and worked deftly to open the garment and pull it away. In another moment the hooks on Sandy's brassiere were loose-and then Sandy was completely naked.
Breathing heavily, trembling with desire, Sandy moved her hand down and to the right and slipped her fingers underneath the folds of Tamara's skirt. The woman wore no panties and Sandy's touch made instant contact with hot, naked cunt. The other woman gave a gasp as Sandy's fingers stroked her cunt.
Wild now with the need to increase the excitement pounding through her flesh, Sandy took complete liberty with Tamara's body. She felt the woman slide down to a half-sitting, half-reclining position on the sofa-making her cunt more available-inviting Sandy to explore further.
Sandy worked to heighten Tamara's arousal with one hand while the fingers of her other hand hurried to satisfy her own urgent craving. She was only absently aware that Tamara was starting to take off her own clothing as the story being unfolded on the screen took on an added dimension.
The camera suddenly switched to a shot of the bedroom doorway where another woman had suddenly appeared. The newcomer was naked except for the strange kind of underwear she wore.
Her tits were covered by a bra that had two holes cut into its tips through which hard, swollen nipples protruded. The picture went only as high as the woman's shoulders but that was enough to create a startling impact.
The body was perfect-full, ripe, voluptuous-obviously belonging to a woman who was in at least her late twenties. As the camera panned slowly downward, Sandy's jaw dropped open at the close-up of black leather panties with a cut-out opening that showed her cunt.
Slowly the body of the newcomer began to move toward the camera, undulating as the woman walked.
The edge of the bed came into view then and the blonde a split second thereafter.
The girl was on her knees now, hovering at the edge of the mattress, gazing wistfully upward, obviously at the newcomer. Her tongue slid over her lips making them glisten moistly.
The round hips and thighs encased in tight black leather were thrust suddenly forward, stopping barely inches in front of the girl.
As the girl knelt toward the tempting flesh; the camera moved backward showing the newcomer's face for the first time.
It was Tamara.
"Didn't want to spoil the surprise by tipping you off in advance," Tamara rasped as she got to her feet and opened the side of her skirt. A moment later, the garment dropped soundlessly to the rug and the woman stood naked in front of the sofa.
Sandy's eyes darted from the screen to Tamara-back and forth as she felt herself torn between both temptations.
"Don't miss the rest of this film, honey," Tamara suggested, understanding Sandy's conflict. "You'll have plenty of time to look at me. Just watch the action over there and let's see what we can do to match it up for real."
Sandy understood immediately what Tamara had in mind as the woman advanced toward her and stood spread-legged barely inches away.
With trembling fingers, Sandy reached out and cupped the woman's hips enjoying the sensation of the rip, silken flesh.
Sandy felt her cunt become wet and juicy and her mouth watered from the anticipation of sucking on that delicious-looking cunt.
Sandy's eyes were glued to the screen now also as she began to rock her hips gently. "Come on, sweetheart, do what that girl's doing. I'll bet you can do it even better."
Sandy felt the gentle but insistent pressure of Sandy's fingers at the nape of her neck-coaxing her head forward-drawing her closer to the willing, wet, exposed cunt.
Groaning with desire, she slid from the sofa and lowered herself to her knees on the rug.
"That a girl," Tamara breathed. "Now you're getting the message. Suck me nice, Sandy. Real nice."
The combination of liquor and excitement set Sandy's brain whirling wildly out of control. With one rush of hot, tingling sensation she felt desire take full possession of her and impel her toward Tamara's delectable pussy;
Tamara had angled herself so that Sandy could still see the screen. Quaking all over, Sandy did her part to reproduce the action in the movie-aware that Tamara's response was intense and immediate. .
Tamara bent her knees slightly and twisted her fingers into Sandy's hair, pulling the girl tighter against her cunt, affording her easy access.
"That's good, baby," she groaned hoarsely, tightening the muscles in her thighs and ass with slow rhythmic regularity. "Don't stop doing that, suck me, don't ever stop."
When Sandy saw the girl on the screen reach up to find the tips of Tamara's breasts she did the same-glad that, in real life, Tamara wore no bra and hid nothing from the touch. Eagerly she squeezed the mounds of the woman's tits in her hands-exploring the bumpy flesh around the nipples with her fingertips-making Tamara cry out with pleasure.
Suddenly, the girl on the screen was guided back into a prone position across the bed. Sandy watched the movie in fascinated silence aware of the sudden pressure of Tamara's hands pushing her backward-lowering her toward the rug.
In the film Tamara was reaching into a drawer-pulling out an odd-looking leather apparatus-strapping it around her middle so that the final effects made her look like half man, half woman. It was a thick dildo.
Sandy's jaw fell open and her eyes widened with shocked surprise as she watched the larger than life version of Tamara's roll the young girl onto her belly-force the girl's legs wide-plunge viciously-aiming the rubber dildo savagely on target. She glanced around just in time to see the real Tamara moving in her direction all prepared to duplicate the brutality that was occurring in the movie.
"Okay, doll-roll over." Tamara's eyes were wild, wide, flashing excitement. "I'm going to give you something you'll never forget."
Sandy heard her own voice echo shrilly around the huge room as she jumped to her feet, shrieking her protest. "No-no," she told Tamara over and over again. "No more. I've had enough.
"Come on, baby. You'll like it-I guarantee you'll swing." Tamara pointed toward the screen. "Just take a look at that kid. Does she look like she's suffering?"
Sandy didn't look. She didn't want to. She couldn't. In one horrible, painful flash of reality she realized what had happened to her-how far she'd almost been carried by the strength of a foolish need for revenge.
As Tamara came closer to Sandy with the dildo she realized that it had two ends. One was already well secured in her wet, juicy cunt and the other was meant for Sandy.
"Come on, baby. You'll love it. All my girls do."
"Not me," said Sandy defiantly.
"Don't make me get rough with you. I can hurt you."
Tamara grabbed Sandy by the shoulders and forced her to her back. Sandy tried to struggle but the effort was in vain. Tamara was much stronger than Sandy could ever have thought she was.
Tamara held her helpless while she spread her legs and exposed the thick triangle of her cunt and slipped two fingers inside the slash.
Sandy felt something inside her give way and knew she could no longer resist the kinky desire that rushed through her and made her want the contact of that rubber thing all the way inside her.
Her legs spread farther now and Sandy waited for the plunge of the artificial tool.
Tamara lowered herself until the thing was just inches from Sandy's cunt.
Sandy arched her back and threw out her cunt to capture the rubber dildo and gave out a loud moan of pleasure as the thing slid all the way inside her and Tamara began the long and slow rhythm that Sandy loved more than anything.
The hard rubber tool was better than anything she had ever had and she reveled in the delicious pleasure it was giving her.
And she knew that Tamara was enjoying the other end of the dildo that was well inside her cunt as well.
The two of them were connected by that rubber dildo and Sandy found herself enjoying the artificial thing more than she had ever enjoyed anything. It was something she could not get enough of now and she gave her cunt completely to the pleasures she found in the thing.
"Harder, Tamara. I want it harder."
Tamara gave her a vicious grin and shoved the thing in more as her teeth clenched tightly together and gritted against each other.
"That feels so good. Give me more. I want it, I want it," Sandy cried out loud.
Her cunt was steaming and hot from the friction that was building up inside her. Her pussy was thick and heavy with the smell that came from there and she could smell her own cunt in heat as well as that of Tamara.
There was something sick and degenerate about using the thing and Sandy found herself getting a crazy kinky kick out of having that thing inside the two of them.
Tamara's cunt juices were flowing as freely as Sandy's and they mingled with each other on the shaft of the dildo to form one slimy pool of thick, female love sauce.
Suddenly Sandy felt the passion within her rise to a fever pitch and then cascade to the climax she had been waiting for all night.
It was something that ripped her apart and sent her cunt lips smacking with arousal and satisfaction.-
The two of them were coming at the same time and exploded into each other violently and with unbridled passion and pure animal lust.
When it was over and the two of them lay panting and gasping for air, the despair and the sick perversity of what they had done settled over Sandy.
She could not face the fact that she had actually done something like that and loved the hell out of it.
She could not bear to face Tamara and knew that she immediately regretted ever having done it.
Her cheeks burned with shame.
Her stomach knotted with revulsion.
Her cunt twitched with sin.
She just had to get out of there in a hurry and hope that Tamara would never know who she really was and where she lived.
Chapter Four
Sandy had no idea how long it had been since she'd wandered into that all-night diner. Had no idea what time it was now but she didn't care. Of one thing she was certain. She was not going home, not going to face Katie until her mind was clear and her decision had been made.
Slowly she stirred what seemed to be her tenth cup of coffee and stared into the dark, murky liquid. The pieces of her brain felt as though they were starting to put themselves back together again but her body refused to calm down.
Obstinately, as though with a life of its own, her cunt continued to tingle and throb beneath the wrinkled material of her clothing. She'd been very excited in Tamara's apartment-violently aroused. Sandy knew it wasn't going to be easy for the effect to wear off.
Her thoughts drifted back to Katie then and she felt that damned conflict urging her to move in two directions at once. She'd only been away from Katie for about five hours and yet she missed her desperately as though they'd been parted for years. But on the other hand, there was no forgetting about Janie-no making excuses for Katie's intentions toward the girl. Sandy propped her elbows on the counter, rested her chin heavily on her hands and wondered why life had to be so damned difficult.
The atmosphere was starting to get to her-that very late in the night quiet that descends over the city.
Sandy glanced out through the windows toward the empty street feeling terribly out of place, wishing she were safe and warm at home. She wanted to go back to Katie, she knew, wanted desperately for things to be all right between them. She didn't want to feel like an outcast anymore.
Sandy made her way to the ladies' room and forced herself to look in the mirror. The effect was shocking, disturbing.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and bleary. Her hair was disheveled. Her clothing looked as though she'd been sleeping in it for days. How could she appear like this, she asked herself on the verge of tears. How could she let Katie see her in this condition?
Sudden relief relaxed her features into the beginnings of a smile. For the first time, Sandy felt grateful that Katie had no conscience. The woman wouldn't be waiting up for her, she realized. Wouldn't see her till tomorrow morning. All Sandy had to do was tip-toe into the apartment and by tomorrow, with any luck at all, she'd look like her old self again.
She did a quick repair job on her face and hair, hurried out front to pay the bill and rushed off into the street.
Whatever happened at home would be better than wandering around the city for the rest of the night, she assured herself as she hailed a taxi. And somehow, some way, she'd manage to make things right again. Manage to crawl back into the previous security of her relationship with Katie.
She'd never been happier to be home in her life. Sandy let herself into the house through the street door and tip-toed up the stairs to the first landing. Outside the apartment, she paused to listen-straining her ears for any sound from within.
Nothing. It was quiet. Strangely peaceful.
Sandy smiled and turned her key in the lock very slowly, very quietly. Everything was going to be all right, she promised herself again and again, choking back nervous tears of happiness. Tonight had just been a fluke-a weird mistake on everybody's part that need not be repeated. They'd forget about this day. In time, neither she nor Katie would think about this day. Very soon they would return to the blessing of the status quo.
And most important, Sandy realized, was that she'd learned her lesson. Now she knew how well-off she'd been in the past. Granted, Katie wasn't the perfect lover, the perfect companion but there were far worse in the world. Sandy was lucky to have as much as she did.
The loft was shrouded in total darkness except for an occasional slash of light creeping through the window shades. Moving on tip-toe, Sandy made her way directly to the bathroom, taking great care not to bump into anything. She did not want to disturb the silence. Best to let this day end as soon as possible. It had gone on far too long already.
In the bathroom she turned on the light over the sink and hurried out of her clothes. As she peeled off her blouse she felt the sensitive flesh around her nipples responding to the casual touch of her own hand.
Giving in to a moment of self-indulgence, Sandy leaned against the wall and began gently to massage the naked mound of flesh. It felt good, she admitted silently to herself-so good to reawaken the yearning inside her. This is what she needed-to be touched, to be fondled, to be taken care of. If only Katie were awake and in the mood to be fucked.
She checked those thoughts as quickly as they'd come to her. There was no point trying to arouse Katie now, she knew. Chances were, Katie had had her fill for the evening with Janie. And Sandy had more than her fair share of disappointments for one day. Best to attend to herself.
She wiggled out of her panties and stood naked in the middle of the room. A warm breeze blowing in through the open window slithered across her bare flesh making her shiver in the hot night.
Sandy closed her eyes and pressed her palms flat over the silken flesh of her belly, inching her fingers slowly downward. Immediately her body came to life-quivering all over-rippling with eagerness-glowing, it seemed, with delight.
Sandy's breathing became rapid as her touch descended to the delicate softness of her inner thigh and caressed the yielding flesh there. Despite her will, visions of the movie she'd seen popped back into her mind's eye-the girl with the long blonde hair-those firm, tempting breasts-that lithe, delicious body thrashing on the bed-exposed and vulnerable, begging to be sucked and frigged.
The breath seemed to catch in her throat. Her tongue felt dry, swollen. Her head was beginning to spin.
Sandy staggered back to the wall, bracing herself against it for support. The blood was pounding across her temples now, coursing through her veins, rushing like a river at flood-tide. She heard a little groan wrench itself free from her throat as she cupped the fingers of her own hand to her cunt and began to stroke the most sensitive places of her pussy; Her juices were flowing. Her clit was erect and hard.
With slow, languid motion, she murmured her desire-stimulating herself-bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Without thinking about it she lifted the fingers of her free hand to cup the naked mound of her tit-to grind the palm of her hand around over her nipple in slow, rhythmic circles-to squeeze the tender, aching pussy and make it pound with life.
She felt herself sinking slowly-felt her back sliding down along the wall-felt her legs doubling at the knees as she sank toward a squatting position.
Sandy's tongue darted out to moisten her parched, swollen lips, cunt muscles flexed, she rocked forward onto the balls of her feet, thrusting her hips back and forth with increasing speed as her arousal grew fiercer, more urgent.
Her caress grew stronger. Her fingers worked double-time-plunging deeper into her cunt, feeding the insatiable appetite of her lust.
She felt a trickle of perspiration run down over her breast-felt her breathing explode into short grunting, animal-like puffs-felt her entire being tighten and tense as the promised moment drew nearer.
"Busy little devil, aren't you?" Katie stood in the doorway taking in the sight of Sandy, smiling wryly.
Sandy gasped, lost her balance and sat down hard on the cold linoleum floor. Her face turned beet red. She felt her cheeks burning with shame, her throat opening and closing silently as the words refused to come.
Sandy's eyes darted around the room, searching for something with which to cover her nakedness, to hide her shame. Trembling hands reached forward, grabbing her slacks from where they lay on the floor, pulling them back over the front of her body.
Katie had been wearing only a blue man-tailored shirt. Now as she advanced slowly into the small room her fingers worked to open the buttons-to part the material-to reveal her nakedness.
"Don't get shy now, baby," she growled, standing spread-legged above the cowering Sandy. "I could go for a little something myself right now. How about it?"
Sandy remained speechless, unable to organize her thoughts, unable to make any sense out of what was happening. Yet, even amidst her confusion, she could not deny the existence of her need-hot and strong-running rampant through her flesh.
She sat motionless, huddled against the wall as Katie leaned over and lifted the crumpled slacks from her grasp. She saw Katie's naked breasts dangling temptingly just inches in front of her face-swaying back and forth, nipples stiff, hard, deep and red.
"That's better," Katie crooned as she tossed the slacks away behind her. "No need to hide anything from me. I like to see what you've got, baby-like to suck if all." She lowered herself to a squatting position in front of Sandy. "Now-let me see what you were doing when I walked in. Do it again so I can enjoy the show close up."
Sandy wished the floor could open up and swallow her. Mortified, she sat motionless, unable to respond, unable to do anything but wish for oblivion.
"Don't tell me you're turning shy all of a sudden." Katie smiled wickedly. "Maybe you'd like me to help you out-get you started again. Is that it?"
Katie didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she reached forward and grasped Sandy's tits in her hands. Strong, knowing fingers captured the nipples and rubbed them briskly-drawing them up to stiff, swollen prominence.
Sandy closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall giving way to the overpowering sensations that were beginning to crash over her. As Katie's thumbs rubbed over the tender points of her nipples she felt the response vibrating all the way down through her belly. Without thinking about it, she began to rub her ass back and forth on the floor-needing to rock her hips in tempo with the desire rising between them.
The fingers of Katie's right hand slid down over Sandy's belly and into the damp softness between her parted thighs. As she slid her touch down toward Sandy's knee, the girl groaned with agony.
Quickly Sandy grabbed Katie's wrist and forced the other woman's hand up higher-to that place where she needed so desperately to be touched; to her cunt, to her clit.
Katie smirked knowingly. "I thought you'd warm up," she murmured. "I didn't figure you'd stay shy for long."
Sandy didn't answer, didn't comment. She couldn't. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her jaw fell slack as Katie's fingers dove for her dripping cunt. She felt her pussy spreading itself wide-begging silently for more-needing everything Katie could give her.
"How about a little give and take?" Katie cracked. "I'm not made out of wood, you know. It's not nice to be selfish."
Sandy ignored the sarcasm in her tone, aware only of the invitation that had been extended. Eagerly, greedily, she thrust her hand outward-running the fingers over the silken flesh of Katie's thigh-up higher to the place where Katie wanted her-in her juicy cunt.
In rhythm they manipulated each other's pussy-groaning softly-shoulders and chests heaving with the rapidity of their labored breathing.
Sandy felt Katie's pussy squeeze itself rhythmically-contracting and relaxing in fast, urgent succession as the other woman's body prepared itself for release.
Seized suddenly with a perverse need to tease, to drive Katie wild with desire for her, Sandy interrupted her steady stroking motions to slide her fingers up onto the softness of Katie's naked breast.
Katie gasped and closed her eyes, giving in to the pleasure that accompanied Sandy's touch. "That's it, baby," she murmured. "Make it good for me-touch me all over-everyplace."
That was all the coaxing she needed. Pushing herself forward from the wall she fell to her knees in front of Katie while the other woman eased herself back into a sitting position. Then she covered Katie's tits with her hands and moved forward to taste the soft ripeness of Katie's mouth.
Katie pulled Sandy down on top of her, thrusting her tongue deeply into Sandy's mouth-digging her fingertips into the pliant softness of Sandy's quivering ass.
Sandy became suddenly aware of their bodies-stretched out full length-touching intimately from one end to the other. Moaning with excitement, she began to rub herself over the enticing nakedness of Katie's cunt, sucking at the juice that poured out of there and inhaling deeply of their delicious essence.
Katie's fingers slid down over the mounds of Sandy's buttocks and into the warm, tender region between her thighs. Sandy shivered all over as Katie's touch became direct, intimate, inflammatory. She stroked her fingers in and out of the cunt faster and faster.
Their bellies slapped loudly against each other and Katie's hips pounded into the floor-but neither of them paid any attention to the noise. They, were lost now-beyond sanity and reason-caught up in the urgent need to free themselves from the hurricane of sensations whipping through their cunts, charging between them like an electric current.
Sandy slid back onto her haunches-rubbing her lips down the length of Katie's body as she moved. She felt Katie's flesh quiver beneath her mouth-felt her belly undulate as she ran her tongue over the soft scented flesh there.
This was another Katie. A Katie that she'd never known before-yielding, submissive, willing to share.
It was almost too good to be true, too wonderful to believe-but Sandy wasn't about to question. Not now. Not when her brain was smoldering and her pussy was wild for more-for anything, everything Katie would allow.
She buried her head between the smooth softness of Katie's warm thighs and kissed the delicate flesh there. Somewhere above her she heard Katie groan with pleasure. Vaguely she felt Katie's fingers burying themselves in her hair-guiding her-setting the tempo for their love-making.
Suddenly Katie sat up and pushed her away. Sandy felt the bottom drop out of her mood-felt that familiar depression come galloping down upon her. That was it. She'd had it. Katie was back to her old self-the reprieve was over.
"What do you say we continue this in bed?" Katie suggested, pulling herself to her feet unsteadily. "I never dug hard bathroom floors."
Sandy's features burst suddenly into a full smile. She wasn't being denied after all, she realized. Wasn't being put back in her same old place. Nodding quickly, she hoisted herself upward and padded barefoot after Katie's retreating figure.
She could hardly wait to get to the bed-hardly wait to throw herself down across that mattress and wind herself around Katie's beautiful body. It was going to be marvelous, she knew. The best ever. Katie and herself-hot, eager, giving and taking as never before-fulfilling each other without limit.
The blood in her veins turned suddenly to ice as Sandy approached the bed-just in time to see Janie sit up and yawn loudly.
"What time is it?" the redhead asked sleepily, pushing the hair back from her forehead.
Sandy whirled in Katie's direction, wild-eyed with fury, with frustration. "What's she doing here?" she croaked, fighting to keep herself from giving in to the panic, the hysteria within her.
"Don't let it bother you, baby." Katie sounded calm, controlled as she walked up to wind her arms around Sandy. "She won't bother us."
Sandy started to protest but the insistent pressure of Katie's mouth over hers silenced her. She felt herself being lowered to the mattress-felt Janie moving over to the far side of the bed to make room-felt Katie's nakedness pressing itself down over her own cunt.
It was too late for sanity now, for any kind of control. The feel of Katie's body rubbing against her own-pressing in all the right places was more than Sandy could resist. Whimpering with urgent response, she lifted her knees and squeezed them in against Katie's hips-positioning herself directly in the path of the other woman's sharp thrusting motions.
"Hey, come on-I want some of the action too," Janie complained, in a whining tone as she crawled up next to them.
"Hop in, baby," Katie answered breathily. "Nobody's stopping you."
Sandy felt Janie's hand forcing its way in between their bodies-inching lower-caressing intimately-rubbing her cunt.
The scream that had begun in her throat was muffled by the sudden presence of Katie's tongue. Sandy closed her eyes and felt herself spinning off into the darkness-lost in the whirlpool of sensations that were drawing her deeper, faster toward fulfillment.
She lost the ability to distinguish one hand from another in the darkness. Absently, fleetingly, she wondered from time to time whose fingers were squeezing her breasts-whose mouth was sliding over her belly-up her thigh-whose tongue was fluttering against her cunt and sucking on her clit.
And soon it didn't matter. Soon the only thing that seemed important was the release from tension, the attainment of climax, the end of madness.
Sandy felt the pressure of naked buttocks sliding up her stomach onto her breasts as someone straddled her chest, pinning her arms down beneath the weight of bare knees.
"Come on, Sandy," Janie urged huskily, somewhere in the blackness above as she trapped Sandy's head between her quivering thighs. "Do your stuff, baby. Suck it out."
Sandy knew this was wrong-knew this was against everything she stood for, everything she believed in-but the closeness, the availability of hot naked pussy was more than she could resist. Sobbing with need, she hurried to make contact with Janie's cunt-to heighten the girl's excitement and her own at the same time.
Behind Janie, Katie worked unceasingly at Sandy's body-using her mouth, her tongue, her teeth to bring Sandy to the very heights of passion.
And then, suddenly, Sandy felt it starting to happen for her-felt the universe exploding around her. Reflexively she pistoned her hips, flailed the air with her legs, lunged at Janie.
The explosion seemed to be contagious, moving from Sandy to Janie and then to Katie in a violent chain reaction. Grunting, sobbing, the three women attacked one another's cunts savagely-thrashing back and forth on the bed-lost in the midst of an all-consuming passion.
Sandy's ecstasy was short-lived. As she drifted slowly back toward reality, the awareness rushed in to sour her mood to drag at her soul.
She couldn't continue like that, she knew. Couldn't let herself drift along with the tide.
She had to know where she stood with Katie. Had to make it clear to the woman that there could be no repetition of this unholy threesome. Tomorrow, first thing, Katie had to choose. It was either going to be Janie or herself.
One of them had to go.
Chapter Five
It was morning and she knew it. Even though Sandy's head was buried deep in the pillow, she could not ignore the fact that a new day had come. Still she couldn't bear to get up-couldn't bear to face Katie, to face Janie, to face herself.
She closed her eyes, praying that sleep would overtake her again-grant her temporary reprieve from the inevitable. It was no use. Awareness was too painful to allow rest. She must get up, she knew. Must get it over with. Must face the music.
She opened one eye expecting the worst-expecting to see Janie sleeping there beside her.
The bed was empty.
Sandy turned to the other side, looking for Katie. The woman was nowhere in sight.
Sandy was alone.
She bolted upright to a sitting position, blinking stupidly around her unable to comprehend what had happened. Had they deserted her? Had they abandoned her? Had the two of them run off and just left her to her own fate?
Sandy felt an icy shiver descend the length of her spine. No, she promised herself. It couldn't be possible. Even Katie wouldn't sink that low. Wouldn't pull such a rotten, dirty trick.
There had to be some explanation.
Sandy hurried out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. Her head felt three times its normal size. Her stomach was turning over and over from the liquor she consumed last night. She felt enervated, drained, lifeless.
The cold water in the bathroom sink helped to revive her. Ignoring the chill, Sandy splashed her cheeks, her forehead over and over. Needing to come back to life. Needing to be able to function again-to straighten out the jigsaw puzzle that had become her life.
Her hands trembled. Her knees felt wobbly beneath her. Unsteadily, she made her way to the stove and reheated the coffee that was sitting there.
It was black, thick, like mud, but she forced it down. Slowly, finally, Sandy felt the cobwebs starting to clear out of her brain-felt her thoughts organizing themselves into reasonable order.
Then she saw the note sitting on the other side of the kitchen table.
The handwriting was unmistakably Katie's Sandy forced her eyes to focus, forced her brain to absorb the message.
Her lower lip began to quiver. Her eyes filled up with tears. She read the note again, wanting to find that she'd been wrong, that she'd misinterpreted.
There were no two ways about it, the betrayal was all too clear. Katie and Janie had taken a powder-left together for the day after supposedly having tried to wake Sandy unsuccessfully.
"Fucking cunts," she murmured in a soft voice. "Lousy, rotten douche-bag cunts."
Sandy tore the note into little pieces and threw it on the floor. She felt the adrenalin churning like butter inside her as misery turned quickly to rage.
Now she was awake, fully, completely, violently awake. Sandy leaped to her feet overturning the chair behind her with the sudden action. She didn't stop to pick it up, didn't care what damage she might have done. She was getting out of there. Getting away from that whole stinking mess. Liberating herself once and for all from the woman who only pretended to love her.
* * *
Well, at least the weather was on her side, Sandy thought glumly as she walked up Third Avenue enjoying the sensation of warm sunshine on her flesh. Still, she added silently, what the hell was there to do in the middle of the day? Where could she lose herself? How could she forget?
The crowds of outlandishly dressed people blocking the sidewalks near St. Mark's Place forced Sandy to slow her pace. She'd heard about the freaks centered around this neighborhood. Heard stories about weird goings-on among these "rebels." Maybe she could cook up some action here, she thought hopefully. Maybe she'd find others like herself who were disappointed, disillusioned, tired of trying. And, best of all, maybe she'd discover that her particular misery was not unique-that there were others who had suffered as she was suffering and managed, somehow, to survive.
She strolled slowly down St. Mark's Place absorbing the Bohemian atmosphere into her head. Willing herself to feel at one with the people around her. Her glance darted back and forth lingering on bright colors and dizzying psychedelic patterns-taking in the sight of young pretty girls with long shining hair and tight-fitting clothes.
Around her, on stoops, on sidewalks, people sat in clusters singing, joking, strumming guitars, beating bongo drums. Sandy felt her features relaxing into a half-smile, felt the stiffness easing out of her spine.
She was surrounded by youth. She liked that. The world around her seemed to be a mass of young attractive flesh-firm, tip-tilted tits clearly outlined beneath thin blouses-soft voluptuous buttocks provocatively encased in revealing pants-long, lithe legs tanned and shapely, exposed beneath mini-skirts and shorts.
There was a lot of good stuff here, Sandy assured herself happily. And, somewhere, in among this mass of humanity she'd find someone to want her-to care for her-to respond to love in kind.
As she passed a clothing store she felt herself suddenly possessed with the need for change-with the desire to change her own appearance like a snake shedding its old skin. Impulsively, Sandy turned and hurried down the short flight of steps into the entrance.
The woman was sitting a stool behind the counter. Long jet black hair caught the light coming through the plate glass window and reflected it in shimmering waves of blue-white. Opalescent nail-polish glittered as her finger tips fluttered across the strings of a guitar making soft soothing music.
Sandy paused in the doorway, intrigued by the sight before her. There was something about this woman that made her feel envious-the calmness, the peacefulness, the utter contentment that she seemed to radiate. And, of course, Sandy realized, the fact that she was very beautiful added enormously to the aura.
The woman looked up spotting Sandy for the first time and stopped playing. "Hi," she breathed, a soft, melodious liquid sound. "What can I do for you?"
Sandy felt herself being drawn into the hughest, softest pair of blue-grey eyes she'd ever seen. Immediately she returned the other's smile in kind, noticing the woman's ripe, pink lips-her soft, flawless skin-her long sculptured neck.
"I'd like some new clothes," Sandy whispered, feeling slightly hypnotized.
"You've come to the right place." The woman set her guitar down against the stool and lowered herself to the floor. "What did you have in mind?"
Sandy shrugged, momentarily unable to speak as the woman walked around the front of the counter. Her body was every bit as beautiful as her face. Long-limbed and lean, she could easily have been a model in a fashion magazine.
Black slacks clung to her softly rounded hips accentuating shapely thighs and high, rounded buttocks. A sleeveless white jersey showed the outlines of her bra and complimented the brazen thrust of bold tits.
"I said, what did you have in mind?" The woman smiled patiently as she eyed Sandy up and down.
And right then-in a momentary flash of awareness-Sandy realized that the woman was gay.
"I sort of need everything," Sandy stammered, flabbergasted, embarrassed, aware that her own interest must be clearly visible.
The woman's smile turned knowing. "From the inside out? Underwear and all?"
Sandy nodded.
"Follow me, please." The woman turned and moved down toward the back of the store swinging her hips loosely.
Sandy thought she must be going out of her mind. She'd never responded like this before-never had the distinct urge to reach out and just grab another woman. She wanted to pull off this one's clothes-to force her to the floor-to feast over her body inch by inch until they were both screaming with hot urgent desire.
The woman stopped before a rack of clothing, and turned around to face Sandy. "My name is Katrina," she breathed liquidly.
Sandy was fascinated by the way Katrina's mouth moved when she spoke, when she smiled. "I'm Sandy," she whispered, telling the other woman-with her eyes, with the tone of her voice that they had something in common-that their attraction was mutual.
Katrina's soft eyes shone with awareness, with pleasure-as if to communicate the fact that she'd read Sandy loud and clear. "Shall we begin with a pair of slacks?" she said.
The clothing had become a formality, Sandy realized-an act which they had to see through until its completion. "That'll be fine," she answered nodding. "What would you recommend?"
Katrina flipped through the hangers on the clothing rack and came out with a pair of white, linen hip-hugger slacks. "How about these?" she suggested.
Sandy nodded, agreeing without having hardly looked at them. She didn't care what Katrina picked. Colors and styles were unimportant. What mattered was that Katrina was in fact dressing her-adorning her in the clothing that would make her most attractive to this woman.
Sandy couldn't have been happier.
Draping the slacks over her arm, Katrina moved over to where the blouses were displayed and chose a bright print in shades of purple, pink and blue. "This is kind of wild, I know," she said, holding it up for Sandy's inspection, "but I think the colors will go well with your dark hair and light skin."
"I leave it up to you entirely." Sandy was willing-more than willing to do anything that would please Katrina.
And Katrina seemed to understand now, as she moved toward a shelf of leather sandals her attitude was more aggressive, almost dictatorial. "You'll wear these," she announced, lifting a pair of shoes. Suddenly she turned around and handed the entire outfit to Sandy. "Go into the back room," she said. "Take off your clothes. I'll bring the underwear in a minute."
Without a word of protest, Sandy hurried toward the dressing room door. Inside her chest her heart was beating violently, pounding with anticipation. She and Katrina had been like match and fuse. She knew it. She could sense it, feel it. Almost touch the electricity flying back and forth between them.
She closed the dressing-room door and began to take off her clothes. Sandy felt the beginnings of desire tingling through her flesh. Katrina was going to save her, she told herself. Katrina was going to make her forget about all bad things. Katrina was going to be the beginning of a new life, a new adventure, her first success.
She got as far as her bra and panties and stopped, suddenly self-conscious. Sandy stood in the little dressing room wincing at the glare from the naked bulb hanging overhead. Any moment, she knew, and Katrina would be coming in to join her, expecting to find her naked. But how could she just stand there fully exposed to view when the other woman had all her clothes on? How would she keep from dying of embarrassment? How would she maintain any semblance of poise and cool?
The door flew open and Katrina appeared, smiling as her glance swept the length of Sandy's near-naked body. "Aren't you undressed yet?" she said, the corners of her mouth turning up mischievously. "You certainly are a slow worker."
Sandy thought she caught a double entendre and froze on the spot. Katrina couldn't possibly have any ideas of fooling around right there in the middle of the store. No, that was too kinky, too insane even for the East Village.
Katrina's hand came out from behind her back, clutching a flimsy bra and panties. "Are you going to try these on top of those?" she said, barely containing her laughter as she glanced meaningfully toward the underwear Sandy wore.
Sandy opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"Come, come now. Don't tell me you're shy." Katrina was grinning openly now. There were no secrets left between them. Only the words were yet to be spoken. "Would you like me to help you? Turn around and I'll take care of the nasty little hooks."
Sandy caught the hint and moved until her back was facing Katrina. Breathless with excitement, she stood waiting for the touch of the other woman's fingers on her flesh-for that first wonderful contact.
Katrina unfastened the hooks on Sandy's bra and slid the garment down her arms. Sandy glanced downward at her own tits naked now. She saw the tips swollen and stiff already. Felt them throbbing with sudden life-with the need to be touched, to be kissed, to be fondled.
Cool fingers slid down along the ridge of her spine and stopped at the waistband of her panties. "Now let's get rid of these, shall we?" Katrina murmured, hooking her fingers underneath the thin material.
Sandy shivered as the panties were slipped down over her hips, her thighs and finally to the floor. She wanted to turn around now and throw herself into Katrina's arms but the sudden, overwhelming awareness of her own nudity prevented her from moving.
Katrina saved her the trouble. Swiftly the woman moved up behind Sandy, pressing her body up tight against her back and ass.
Sandy watched as the long graceful fingers slid around to cup her tits-to stroke the tips-to make her tremble with instant response.
Katrina's lips were warm, soft as they slid up the side of Sandy's neck to the lobe of her ear. "Lovely," Katrina whispered hoarsely. "Absolutely lovely." Her tongue snaked out and moistened her ear.
Sandy gasped and leaned backward resting her weight against Katrina's body, reveling in the ecstasy of contacts
The fragrance of Katrina's perfume filled her nostrils, intoxicating her. She closed her eyes and smiled, giving way to the pleasure dancing along her flesh as Katrina's fingers caressed the softness of her belly-moving slowly back and forth-slipping down to the top of her thigh and around to the inside.
She felt Katrina's hips rocking slowly, thrusting themselves forward increasing the pressure. Automatically, Sandy began to rotate her ass-moving herself provocatively-goading the other woman on.
"Any more of that and I'm going to strip my own clothes off," Katrina murmured as she ran her lips along the curve of Sandy's shoulder.
"Why don't you?" Sandy said, surprised at her own forwardness, her own brashness-but loving every minute of this new found freedom.
"Not here, baby," Katrina rasped. "It's not safe."
Reluctantly Sandy accepted Katrina's logic. She didn't like it but she-knew there was nothing she could do about it-at least not right away.
Katrina's long fingers began to explore further-stroking Sandy's juicy cunt-probing the most sensitive, mysterious areas of her body. Sandy groaned and shifted her position to accommodate Katrina's fingers as they plunged deeper.
Her knees felt as though they were turning to jelly. Her mind was twisting up somewhere toward the ceiling as Katrina's touch grew stronger, more insistent. Gulping for air, Sandy found Katrina's free hand and slid it back up over her tit, telling the woman, without words, what she needed, what she wanted-begging silently for the ecstasy of contact with another steaming cunt.
Katrina was quick to obey, happy to comply. With sure, knowing fingers, she massaged Sandy's tit-grinding the heel of her hand in slow, provocative circles-flattening the nipple beneath the pressure of her touch.
Sandy reached for the other tit with her own hand and manipulated it in rhythm with Katrina's very slow stroking motions. Then she rocked herself back and forth-pressing her hips forward-working to intensify the contact, to strengthen the pressure of Katrina's fingers.
Suddenly, Katrina lifted her hands to Sandy's shoulders and turned the girl around to face her. Their mouths met and clung hungrily-lips parted-tongues probing, making soft suckling sounds.
Sandy fitted herself to the curve of Katrina's body and wound her arms around the woman's neck. Through the thin material of Katrina's blouse she could feel the woman's tits pressing against her own-the nipples sharp, pointed, stiff with desire.
Katrina's hands slid down onto the curve of Sandy's ass and pulled her in close up, forcing their hips tightly together. Sandy began to undulate her belly, grinding herself against Katrina's body, exciting both of them at the same time.
Inwardly, Sandy smiled, exuberant with the knowledge that the woman was responding to her as strongly as she was responding to Katrina. Encouraged and delighted, she hugged Katrina tightly, wanting to get as close as possible, needing to take as much cunt as the woman was willing to offer.
Katrina's hands slid in between their bodies. Trembling fingers closed over Sandy's naked tits, cupping the soft flesh, intensifying the lovely sensations there.
Sandy buried her face beneath Katrina's chin, delighted for the warm, soft, tender place to hide. Grateful that here, at last, there seemed to be someone who wanted her-really wanted her.
"You're just a baby." Katrina observed aloud, a smile in her voice. "A sweet baby."
Sandy didn't answer, didn't try to correct the image. It was nice to be thought of that way again. Nice to be given credit for innocence.
And then, suddenly, Sandy needed more than just the preliminaries. Brazen with desire, she slid her hand onto Katrina's hip and snapped down the tab of the zipper that held the woman's slacks closed.
"Hey, you better watch that," Katrina cautioned. "I told you this isn't the safest place to play games."
"Nobody can see," Sandy crooned as she slid her hands down over the material of Katrina's panties and to the soft nakedness of the woman's thigh.
Katrina gasped and arched her back as Sandy's touch grew demanding, intimate. Her lips began to quiver and her eyes half closed with pleasure and excitement.
That was all Sandy needed to see. Quickly she slipped the material of the panties to the side and inched her finger underneath onto bare, moist flesh.
Katrina groaned as Sandy found her cunt and began to stroke slowly, rhythmically-applying pressure in such a way that made the other woman powerless to resist.
And at the same time Sandy felt her own excitement growing by leaps and bounds within her juicy cunt. Shuddering, she pressed her mouth to the soft swell of Katrina's breast-capturing the point through the blouse and bra and nipping playfully.
Katrina began to piston her hips. Whimpering with desire, she reached out for the wall to steady herself. Little beads of perspiration broke out along her forehead. Her mouth hung half open. Her lips moved as if to form words but no sound was forthcoming.
And then, suddenly, without warning, she grabbed Sandy's wrists and pushed the girl out to arm's length. "We've got to stop, baby," Katrina announced. "As much as I hate to. Five more minutes of this routine and you'd have me crawling the walls."
"I wasn't exactly indifferent myself," Sandy answered, barely able to get the words out sounding even.
"There's no need to rush through it here," Katrina said, zipping up the material of her slacks, smoothing her clothing.
"We'll have plenty of time to make it tonight at the party."
"The party?" Sandy's features turned questioning. "What are you talking about?"
"Mindy's party," Katrina answered, suddenly looking incredulous. "Don't tell me you've never heard of Mother Mindy?"
"Mother Mindy?" Sandy said.
Katrina laughed. "You must be new in this town, sweetheart," she said, her words mixed with little bubbles of laughter. "But don't let it bother you-you'll meet her tonight."
Sandy wondered what that party would be all about. It was something that intrigued yet frightened her at the same time.
She was not sure whether or not to trust her new-found friend. After that experience with Tamara she knew better than to trust someone simply on face value. There were many things to learn about people and she was just beginning to see the light.
She was learning her lessons the way that Katie had shown her.
That was never to trust anybody and take as many people for a ride as possible. It was the only way to insure a steady flow of people and yet never be hurt by any of them.
But Sandy also knew that she was not like that. She knew that she could never be as hard and callous as Katie was to her friends and to her lovers
There was something cruel and wicked about the whole thing and Sandy hoped that she would not have to make the same scene with her that she had made with Tamara.
There was something very compelling about the woman and Sandy felt it deep down in her cunt when she thought about it. She knew that the woman had a power over her that was stronger than anything she had ever felt with Katie. It was something that ruled her and forced her to do things that she knew were not right and not good for her.
But her juicy cunt needed the stimulation and the caresses of other women and especially the stimulation she could get from her.
Katrina was indeed a wonderful woman. She wondered just how the woman would make love to her and just how she could suck her cunt.
The little taste that she had in the back room of the store was enough to answer her question.
She would be great in bed. Of that she was sure. One could count on it. She knew she was in for one hell of a good time in bed.
How could it be any different, she asked herself. With a great body like hers and the way her mouth moved and her cunt became steaming hot from the stimulation she was sure that her cunt-sucking would be something out of this world. She was sure that she would be able to get off on her lovemaking.
As she thought of these things Sandy could feel her own cunt getting wet and slick with arousal. She felt the pressure build up inside her hole from the thought of having Katrina stick her mouth in there and suck in all the delicious juices she could produce.
Her mouth quivered a little and the breath was caught in her throat from the thought of making love to her.
It was something that she had never felt before in her life. Even though the woman was not around, she could feel the sexual power and force she held over her. She could feel the attraction that almost made her faint from too much lust.
But it was good to feel that way and she knew that she was better off for it. Better to have Katrina than Katie. Better to be sucked by this wonderful woman than to be ridiculed by that cunt!
Chapter Six
It seemed like the secondhand On the restaurant clock was moving-extra slowly on purpose-just to add to her nervousness.
Sandy signaled the waiter and ordered another glass of Chianti to help her live through the torturous waiting time until Katrina arrived. And, despite the strain, Sandy felt a smile spreading across her face just at the thought of the woman.
The waiting would be worth it, she knew. Anything would be worth it if the end result were Katrina.
A hot coil of arousal twisted through her insides as she pictured the woman-those eyes, that hair, the gorgeous body just made for pleasure. And tonight, she told herself, that body would be hers to enjoy. Katrina had promised. Katrina had told her so. Sandy would not be disappointed.
Precisely at eight, just as she'd promised, Katrina walked through the doorway and into the restaurant.
Sandy's eyes bulged with the sight of the woman, dressed now in a black turtle-neck shirt and a matching micro-skirt that revealed those gorgeous long legs. She felt her heart skitter inside of her as Katrina's smile crossed the room, heating up the atmosphere, lighting up the world.
"Hi there." Katrina slid into a chair opposite Sandy. "Been waiting long?"
"Not very," Sandy lied-but she knew the pretense was completely transparent.
Katrina glanced at Sandy's wine glass and signaled the waiter. "I see you're ahead of me," she said, smiling pleasantly. "We'll soon attend to that."
Sandy didn't try and stop her when Katrina ordered a round of drinks for both of them. She didn't care what Katrina did to her. The woman could get her high, get her drunk, sit on her face-anything. Just as long as they wound up in bed eventually, nothing else mattered.
"Got your party mood on?" Katrina asked as they were sipping their drinks.
"Well, I've got my party clothes on, don't I?" Sandy answered with a smile.
"I must compliment you on your excellent taste," Katrina kidded. "That outfit looks great."
Sandy blushed and averted her gaze from Katrina. The clothing was out of character for her but Sandy knew she liked it. Liked the new feeling. The new image. The new start in life.
"Certainly is an improvement from those sloppy jeans you had on," Katrina continued. "With a body like yours, sweetheart, there's no point not showing it off. Why run around looking like a tomboy when you're built like a brick shit house of a woman."
"Enough please," Sandy held her palms up defensively. "You're embarrassing me."
Katrina grinned wickedly. "I haven't started yet," she whispered. "Wait until I get my hands on you later."
Sandy knew she'd be counting the minutes.
By the time they left the restaurant, Sandy was starting to feel high, giddy, light-headed-and she liked it. Walking along the street beside Katrina she heard herself singing off key, indifferent to the responses of the people around her.
What did she care what anybody thought, she told herself, holding on tightly to Katrina's arm. Who could possibly be in a better position than she was at that very moment with a doll like Katrina ready and willing to be hers?
The party was in an old, dingy walk-up on the fourth floor of a building near the river. Sandy followed Katrina up the stairs on feet that seemed to float half an inch above the ground.
"Sounds like they're swinging already," Katrina commented as the sounds of raucous music filtered down from somewhere above them.
Sandy snapped her fingers, danced up the steps. "Just what I need," she said, liquor slurring the words. "A party that swings. Feels like a hundred years since I've been to one."
"You really are up tight, aren't you?" Katrina observed aloud, glancing over her shoulder toward Sandy with a sympathetic expression. "You poor baby-where have you been hiding yourself?"
Sandy refused to become serious, to allow the truth to spoil her fun before it had hardly begun. "No questions about the past," she announced emphatically. "It's a big drag. Believe me."
Katrina nodded understanding. "I do believe you," she said. "I do indeed."
"This, Sandy, is Mother Mindy."
Sandy knew it was bad manners, knew she might make an enemy right off the bat but she couldn't stop herself from gaping. She'd never laid eyes on a woman like that. Never in her whole life. It was beyond belief.
She just had to be an Amazon, Sandy decided. This woman couldn't be under six feet tall and what a build! Enough to crawl around the pond for at least one solid week.
"Why don't you just call me Mindy-it's much easier that way." The woman smiled down at Sandy devouring her with huge, black, shining eyes.
Sandy had to wrench her gaze away from Mindy's huge breasts protruding just about at eye level. "Glad to meet you," she stammered.
"Don't let the size bother you, honey," Mindy answered, fingering her long, flaxen hair. "Everybody gets shook up at the first sight of Big Mindy." Her voice trailed off into laughter. "But, believe me, I'll kind of grow on you after a while."
"I believe you." Sandy nodded. "I believe every word you're saying."
"Isn't she something else?" Katrina said, grinning from ear to ear.
"A rare find, sweetheart," Mindy answered. "Definitely a rare find." And with that she pulled Sandy into her arms crushing her in a bear-hug.
Sandy didn't know whether to be scared or delighted. The woman seemed to surround her-to be everywhere. Miles and miles of soft, yielding flesh. And that hair, she thought-that gorgeous, blonde, shining hair. She could lose herself in it happily.
"Okay, Mindy, enough of that." An edge of jealousy crept into Katrina's tone. "I saw her first, remember."
"Finders, keepers," Mindy insisted without relinquishing her hold on Sandy. "I like 'em little and wiry. Besides-it's my party." And with that she turned Sandy around and guided her through the doorway.
Sandy was stunned by the atmosphere inside the apartment. Everything seemed to leap up at her at once to overpower her, to assail her senses. She didn't know what to look at first. What to dwell upon.
Sandy was almost overpowered by the place. There were women all over the place. It looked like some sort of lesbian convention.
There were women of all shapes and sizes in the room. Sandy was almost bewildered by the array of them as they lined up against the walls, giving her the eye and making her feel like she wanted to feel.
She could almost feel their eyes boring into her body as she walked into the room.
They were all hungry and wanting and she knew that they all wanted the same thing. They all wanted to suck her and eat her cunt and get the same thing in return.
She found herself more than willing to do the same. She wanted the same things as they did and she wanted them as badly.
Her body was tight and hard as she felt them peering and staring at tits and her cunt.
There was something very exciting about being stared at like that and she knew that she was going to fall prey to their desires and then-lust. Her own lust would be set ablaze and her passions would run rampant that night.
Of that she was sure. Of that there was no doubt. She wanted them more and more and she felt that her body would wilt and die if she did not get the stimulation and the female sucking of her cunt that she needed.
Her mind worked ceaselessly in finding the right combination of women to suit her needs. She was sure that they would take her for the ride of her life.
The walls were painted a bright, fire-engine red. A red that shined and screamed and almost made the eyes sting. And on these red walls were flowers-huge, monstrous blossoms painted in shades of yellow and green and blue. Hot, electric colors. Dazzling-seeming to leap right out at her.
The living room was mobbed with women. Tall ones, short ones-all of them gyrating in tempo to the music from a stereo.
"Quite-quite a place you've got here." Sandy forced the words out of her mouth, wanting to compliment Mindy, wanting to ingratiate herself-knowing that a comment was in order.
"See baby-I told you you'd love it," Katrina called above the hysterical wailings of a rock group doing their version of harmony.
"What do you want to drink?" Mindy asked, smoothing the folds of her floor-length gown-jingling all over with bells and beads.
"Oh anything-anything at all," Sandy answered, feeling suddenly higher than she knew she could ever get on liquor.
"Want to dance?" Katrina invited, nodding toward the sea of twisting bodies. "I think there's room for two more."
"Just till I get back," Mindy interjected, grinning lewdly. "Next dance is hostess-choice."
"Says who?" Katrina challenged with a smile.
"Says the hostess." Mindy turned and disappeared into the crowd.
"Well, I guess she told me now, didn't she?" Katrina commented with a shrug. "Come on Sandy, let's move around a little before Big Mama Mindy descends again."
Out on the dance floor, Sandy swung her hips loosely, letting the rhythm of the music fill her and lift her toward madness. She didn't know if it was the liquor or the bright colors or the noise or everything put together-but, somehow, all of a sudden she was not herself. Reason and logic seemed out of place in those surroundings.
Only the gratification of the senses seemed important.
Only animal needs seemed real.
The spirit of the orgy prevailed and, surprisingly enough, there she was right in the middle of it all-and loving every second.
And the sight of Katrina's body undulating only inches away from her own inspired Sandy to really let loose. Smiling wantonly she shook her shoulders, making her tits jiggle. As she saw Katrina's eyes widen in response, Sandy began to grind her hips, bumping away for all she was worth, throwing all her strength, all her enthusiasm into the primitive, erotic movements.
The mood seemed contagious. Now it was Katrina's turn to tease. With a devilish wink she spun around so that her back was facing Sandy. Then she began to wiggle her hips-grinding her ass around like a bitch in heat-communicating only one possible message.
Sandy felt her flesh responding to the stimuli all around her-felt a hot finger of arousal stretching itself up inside her cunt. She wanted to do crazy things, she knew, things she'd never done before, things she might not have even dreamed of in the past.
And somehow, without exactly knowing why, she had the definite feeling that tonight she'd get her opportunity to really let her hair down and go to hell with herself in the nicest possible way.
"Here we go children-Mindy's special." The huge blonde appeared suddenly carrying a glass in each hand.
"You sure don't waste any time do you?" Katrina cracked, gazing up at the woman with a knowing smile.
"Got to make it while you can, baby," Mindy answered. "We're not here forever you know." She handed the other glass to Sandy.
"I'd drink that carefully if I were you," Katrina cautioned. "It's not iced tea."
"What is it?" Sandy asked, staring at the amber liquid in the glass, watching the little specks floating around.
Mindy's laugh seemed to surround the three of them. "Now, now ladies, we must love each other and trust each other if there's going to be peace in the world."
"It's the loving each other that I'm worried about," Katrina piped up. "I've had your concoctions before. It took me days to recuperate."
"And I noticed you're back for more," Mindy chuckled.
"I didn't say your parties weren't fun," Katrina went on, "just tiring. I mean, after all, how much can one person be expected to fuck!!!"
"If you don't keep quiet, Katrina, you're going to scare this sweet young thing right out of her mind." She aimed a big warm smile in Sandy's direction. "Come on now, sweetie, bottoms up. Let's see you make that drink disappear."
Sandy didn't quite understand what they were talking about even though she knew there was a definite message going back and forth between them-but she didn't really care. Despite the feeling that she was leaping from the frying pan into the fire-despite the suspicion that she was really looking for trouble this time, she lifted the glass to her lips and drank greedily.
Whatever happened didn't matter, she assured herself. The wilder the kicks the better. Let these women do their worst. They couldn't hurt her. After all, she had exactly nothing to lose.
It took about five minutes before she felt the strange sensations started to creep over her. It began like a vague tingle in her toes and the tips of her fingers. Then it spread up her arms, up her legs, gathering strength, gained momentum, making its nature clearer to her.
She felt her eyes widening, her jaw falling slack as the heat of desire began to smolder. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, nothing she'd ever dreamed of.
She gazed over in Katrina's direction for enlightenment, for encouragement-but the sight she saw reflected her own condition, she felt sure. Katrina's lips were parted as though the woman were sighing. Her eyes were half closed, dreamy, far away. Her body was swaying slowly as though she were moving in tempo to some other music playing inside her own head.
And then Sandy became aware of a hot, insistent pulsation pounding away down at the bottom of her cunt -demanding attention-screaming for contact.
Grunting animal-like, Sandy threw herself into Katrina's embrace and rubbed her body up tight against the other woman's flesh.
Katrina sighed and dug her hands into the softness of Sandy's ass-rubbing the rounded, yielding flesh-caressing the backs of her thighs.
"It got to you too, didn't it?" Katrina growled as she pressed her mouth to the side of Sandy's neck.
"Yes-I guess so." Sandy could hardly speak, hardly form the words. It seemed impossible for her to concentrate on anything but that hunger inside her. "Is there a bedroom around someplace?" she said in a quivering tone. "Somewhere we can be alone?"
"You're in it," Katrina announced sliding her fingers underneath Sandy's blouse and running them up along her bare back. "This is the only room in the apartment."
Sandy thought she was going to scream. She didn't know what to do. She'd never wanted love, never needed it more in her life than she did at this very moment. Every inch of her being seemed to be screaming out for the touch of hot, naked cunt. Desperate for contact she thrust her pelvis forward, rubbing herself against Katrina.
And then suddenly she felt as though she were a third person watching the very scene in which she herself was participating. It wasn't possible, she knew, and yet she knew it was happening-Katrina was opening the buttons on the back of her blouse-Katrina was pulling the garment down over her arms-Katrina was reaching around to unclasp her bra and make her naked to the waist.
Sandy heard her own raucous laughter, her own voice as though it belonged to a stranger. It seemed to be filling the world-calling Katrina's name-begging her to do anything and everything right here in public.
"May I be of assistance?" It was Mother Mindy now, appearing suddenly out of nowhere, smiling benevolently, licking her lips with delight at the sight of Sandy's naked breasts jiggling free of all confinement, exposed to view.
Katrina knew she despised this woman-knew she hated the lechery that was Mindy and yet she was unable to stop the crazy woman. Unable to find the will, the strength to resist as her slacks were quickly unbuttoned and rolled down over her hips, her thighs, her legs.
Sandy kicked off her sandals and lifted her feet out of the pants. Dressed now in a pair of thin bikini panties she spun her body around exhibiting herself, flaunting her nakedness-inviting the world to hurry over and fuck her.
Was it Katrina? Or was it Mindy? Sandy couldn't tell-but she didn't really give a damn. The only thing that seemed important was that fingers were rushing over her body, squeezing her breasts-sliding along her cunt and tugging her panties downward-making her naked and ready for direct, intimate contact with her pussy:
She sensed the people gathering around her now-felt their eyes boring into her flesh-heard the little whispers as they commented excitedly among themselves-but Sandy was too distracted, too busy to pay much attention.
Katrina had made herself naked now and her warm flesh was pressing up against Sandy. Sandy parted her lips willingly as Katrina's mouth ground down hard over her own-as Katrina's tongue drove deep.
She felt herself sinking toward the floor-felt hands reaching for her-breaking her fall-easing her onto her back.
And then the world became a sea of arms and legs-hot, naked cunt all around her. Above her. Beside her. Thrashing, twisting, groping.
Sandy cried out with shock and delight as her legs were lifted high and spread wide-as someone's mouth pressed itself to the soft tender cunt of her inner thigh and began to move quickly and expertly over it. Then it was Mindy, standing over her like a giant, parting the folds of her gown-revealing her nakedness beneath.
Sandy gaped upward at the huge woman, taking in the sight of giant tits capped with huge red swollen nipples-round voluptuous hips-long fleshy thighs that were lowering themselves now-flexing-coming closer and closer.
Sandy was lost now in a whirlpool of violent sensations-spinning wildly out of control. Vaguely she realized that the drink had done this to her-that Mindy's concoction had caused this madness-but she would not find it within herself to be sorry. Instead, Sandy yielded to the irresistible impulses churning inside her and lunged for Mindy's naked flesh.
There was no getting enough no satisfying herself. Over and over again, Sandy lurched through the heated spasms of climax-screaming, groaning, obsessed with the desire for more and more cunt. More delicious cunt juice.
Time lost its meaning. Faces became blank, anonymous. There were no such things as strangers or outsiders. Everyone was fair game.
Sandy crawled through the mass of twisting, naked bodies throwing herself upon whomever crossed her path-demanding fulfillment from anyone she could get her hands on.
They positioned her time and time again. On her back. On her belly. Breasts were shoved roughly into her mouth-unseen fingers explored the most intimate regions of her body-lips and tongues tasted every inch of her flesh.
It was raw, unadulterated sex-physical desire without a hint of love, without a need for tenderness. No promises, no regrets. No demands except the demands of the flesh.
And Sandy loved every minute of it. Wild with the drug coursing through her bloodstream, she laughed at the top of her lungs every time her passion reached the fever pitch and exploded into wild, shimmering moments of climax.
Sandy was lost in this twisting sea of naked female bodies. She gave in to every demand and every cunt that was shoved in her face.
The women were all over her and all over each other like a squirming mound of live fish just thrown on the deck of a fishing boat.
Sandy was loving every delicious minute of this and knew that this was where she belonged. This was what she had been wanting all along and this was the only thing that could make her really happy.
There was suddenly a cunt pressed tightly against her face. Sandy opened her mouth and let the delicious taste of the thing flow inside her and she took it all-all the great juices she could get.
Then Sandy felt warm, luscious hands pull up on her knees until they were pushed almost to her shoulders. Her cunt was naked and exposed to whomever wanted to take her and she was willing for anybody to suck her out.
She felt a moist mouth along the inside of her thigh inch higher to her dripping and sex-starved cunt. She could not get enough of the delicious feelings she was getting from the women and she heard herself plead and beg for more and more of what she wanted, what she needed more than anything else in the world.
She was on fire. Her cunt was steaming hot and dripping the juices from deep inside. They were sucked up almost as quickly as she could produce them and she was thrown into the throes of passion.
The room was filled with the redolent aroma of female bodies in heat. The delicious smell of cunt was everywhere and Sandy breathed deeply of the rich smell.
Her mind was reeling from the sensation of the woman sucking like mad on her cunt and the drug that was coursing through her like a molten river of passion.
Her tongue flicked out and caught a delicious cunt on the tip of it. She licked at the wide open gash and when she looked up she realized that it was Mindy. The tall Amazon of a woman peered down at her and grinned that knowing grin that told her all the lust and all the perverted passion that was in her.
Sandy reveled in the taste and the flavor of the woman's cunt and gave her all she had.
Her mouth worked like a live animal as it sucked and pulled at the lips and the little nubbin of her cunt. She felt the other woman put her hands around her head and push. Sandy's face got closer and closer into her wet, soppy box.
Sandy loved this and could not get enough of it.
Sandy's hands went around to the back of Mindy's ass and pulled the ass crack far apart to get at the delicious little asshole that she knew was there waiting for her.
Mindy bucked her hips forward to receive the sweet taste of Sandy's mouth deep in her cunt and feel the probing fingers all the way in her ass.
Then Mindy could take no more of this teasing. She wanted the real thing. She wanted the real contact of the special treat she had saved for this occasion.
"Wait here," she said.
Sandy did not know what to think. She did not know what the woman had in mind but the way she felt she was willing to do anything that the other woman had in mind.
She was willing to go through any perversity to get the caresses and the stimulation she desperately needed.
When Mindy finally came back she was wearing the same dildo that Tamara had worn that night. It was the same two-ended dildo and Sandy's breath caught in her throat when she saw it. It was something that turned her on more than she realized.
"Fuck me with that thing. Please, Mindy. Let me have it."
"I'll give you all you want. I'll make you happy."
Sandy spread herself out and she could feel all the other women get out of the way to watch what was about to happen.
Mindy's hands came around and picked up Sandy by the knees. Her cunt was open and willing and Sandy hardly paid any attention to the curious stares and muffled giggles of the other women as they watched.
She didn't care anymore. She didn't care what they thought of her or what impression she gave.
All she wanted was the sensations deep in her cunt and that dildo inside her.
Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding as she felt the tall woman settle her frame over her body.
She reached out her arm to capture the delicious feelings of the moment and knew that she would get the fuck of her life from this girl.
Sandy felt the head of the dildo slide along the inside of her thighs as it inched its way to her wet and soppy cunt.
"Come on. Push it in, Mindy. I want it all the way inside me.'
Mindy gave a sneer as she plunged the head of the dildo all the way in and then began the slow rocking motions that would bring the two of them to glorious orgasm.
Sandy felt her insides being ripped almost in half by the force of the dildo as it raked and fought its way across her clitoris and deep inside her cunt.
Sandy was loving this more and more and the stares and the whispers of the other women in the room seemed to face as she got more and more excited.
Her cunt was on fire and dripped with the delicious juices that shot forth. Her mind was reeling from the pent up lust and desire that was in her. She felt like she was going to explode at any moment, but Mindy knew just what to do to prolong the delicious pain and pleasure of the dildo-fucking.
That was what she was best at and that was what she practiced on Sandy.
Then it began to happen for Sandy.
She could no longer hold herself back from the tremendous onrush of pleasure that flooded her being and sent her higher than she had ever been before. It was something right out of this world and she heard herself screaming and panting Mindy's name out loud.
She heard herself as if she were miles away looking at this scene from a distance.
There was nothing she could do now but relish in the waves of passion that shot through her and made her scream out loud.
Her orgasm was something that she had never experienced before. It was something that she had never experienced as good as this. It sent her higher and higher and she never wanted to come down from the delicious peak of sexual pleasure that she had reached.
Her cunt was drippy with the juices that she shot and she felt herself wet and slick from the orgasm.
Mindy above her was like a piece of delicious female flesh as she prodded and pushed the dildo deeper and deeper inside her.
Then it was Mindy's turn to come.
Sandy felt the shudders of orgasm shoot through her and make her writhe and twist in delicious pain and pleasure. It was almost as good to see her come as it was for her to come.
Sandy pulled the other woman tighter and tighter against her and made it better and better for her. She helped the dildo fight its way into Mindy's cunt and made it good for the other woman.
When Mindy came, she drenched Sandy's cunt with the thick cream of her orgasm.
It was thick and heavy and smelled rich and ready.
It was better than anything Sandy had ever smelled and she found herself lost in the passion of the moment. Her hand reached down between their bodies as she stroked Mindy's cunt slowly and passionately in order to soothe the raw and battered membranes.
Mindy loved this kind of attention and she did the same for Sandy.
She loved her with the same intensity at that moment that she could love any other woman on earth. It was the drug and the liquor in her that made her think like this but at that moment she did not care.
She did not care for anything except the delicious pleasure she had just had at the hands and the dildo of the other woman.
It was better than anything she had ever felt and she knew her orgasm would satisfy her.
Then, all of a sudden, she felt herself being picked up and brought to a place to lie down. She fell slowly into a state of complete oblivion where nothing existed anymore and nothing mattered.
She peacefully fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
She felt as though she were at least a hundred years old-tired and broken. All used up. Ready for the garbage heap.
Sandy forced her eyes to stay open, blinking at the harsh light of day, fighting to endure the pain inside her skull. Shocked, she bolted upright to a sitting position as three things registered simultaneously in her mind.
It was daytime.
She was naked.
She didn't know where she was.
Frightened, trembling, she gazed around the huge room across a sea of litter, dirty glasses, ashtrays piled high with cigarette stubs, chairs and tables overturned, crumbs of pretzels and potato chips scattered everywhere. And not another living soul in sight.
Slowly, in bits and pieces the memory of the party came drifting back to her-like a nightmare in living colors with faces and bodies larger than life. Arms, legs, tits, asses, bouncing, twisting, thrashing about and smothering her, burying her underneath it all.
A sudden belt of pain hit her like a kick to the midsection. Sandy grabbed her stomach and doubled over, fighting not to scream, not to cry, not to sink to the floor, and let that threatening blackness overwhelm her again.
Finally, the pain began to ebb and life seemed to return to her limbs. Sandy dragged herself onto her feet and stumbled across the room toward a doorway, hoping that she'd find a bathroom on the other side.
There was only a sink and a John. Sandy ran the cold water from the tap and splashed it onto her face, hoping the shock would revive her fully. She had to get out of here, she knew. Had to think. Had to figure out where the hell she stood in this crazy, mixed up world.
She didn't want to get into these same clothes. Didn't want any reminders of Katrina. She pulled on the tight hip-huggers and slipped the brightly colored blouse over her head. The orgy scene was not for her, she knew. One short visit had been more than enough to prove that. And she knew, also, that she was still lost. Still searching for herself. Still chasing for her peace of mind.
The streets were teeming with day people now-the kids playing stick ball in the gutters, mothers dragging their shopping carts filled with groceries behind them, delivery men unloading their trucks-and this made her feel better, secure somehow. She felt reassured to see that the normal things about life were still in existence. That the entire world wasn't topsy-turvy. Somehow this seemed to make her feel like she still had a chance to straighten out and live, to find a place where the sanity was.
She forced down a full breakfast in a corner luncheonette, hating every mouthful yet convinced that nourishment would do her good. She was going to need strength, she knew, to make decisions. Strength to act. Strength to raise herself up from the depths of hell into which she'd fallen.
By the time she'd made it through her third cup of coffee, Sandy felt her thought patterns starting to arrange themselves into some kind of recognizable order. Gathering up all the courage she could muster, she forced herself to take a good, long look at what had happened and how she had responded.
Despite the discomfort of remembrance she reviewed the events of the last few days. Janie. Tamara and her movies. Katrina in the dressing room. Mindy's party.
It all added up to one thing, Sandy realized. She'd been running scared. Flying around like crazy in an effort to compensate for the one person she wanted most but could not have. Katie.
A little tremor of response vibrated inside her chest as Sandy came face to face with the truth. She could screw around until the cows came home, she knew, but that wouldn't get the woman out of her system. There was only one way to deal with Katie. Face to face confrontation.
No pussyfooting. No beating around the bush. No weakness. She must walk right up to Katie, state her case and discover the direction that their relationship was going to take once and for all. If she didn't do that, Sandy realized, she'd run the risk of floundering around forever.
It took every bit of guts that she had to march herself back to their apartment, turn the key in the lock and walk inside. She had no idea what she was going to find there. For all she knew, the Dear John letter might be gathering dust on the kitchen table. In any event, she told herself, she must find, must get things settled, must give herself a chance to live.
Katie was sweeping up the sunflower seed shells under Roger's cage when Sandy walked in. "Hi, there," she called just as casually as though Sandy were coming back from the candy store. "How's tricks?"
Sandy glanced quickly around the room, relaxing inside as she realized that Janie was not there.
"This parrot of mine is a pig," Katie commented chuckling as she poured the seeds from the dustpan into the garbage pail.
Sandy ignored Katie's attempt at humor. She was in no mood to make jokes, to play games. Without a word, she walked across the room and flopped down on the bed.
"I see you got yourself some new clothes," Katie said, smiling. "Pretty sharp for you."
Sandy was in no mood to mince words. "Where's Janie?" she asked directly.
"She went to her place," Katie answered.
"Well, that's a relief. For good, I hope."
"Nope. Just to pack a couple of suitcases. She'll be back in an hour or two."
"In that case, I think I'll do the same," Sandy announced.
"The same what?"
"Pack a few valises."
"What for?"
"I'm leaving."
"You're kidding."
"Watch me." Sandy reached underneath the mattress and dragged out her suitcase.
Katie walked across the room and stood beside the bed. "What kind of an act is this supposed to be?"
"It's no act. I've had it."
"From the amount of time you've been gone, I'd say you had plenty."
"That's not really any of your concern now. Is it?"
"What the hell are you trying to pull?" Katie's voice took on an edge of anger. "Of course, it's my concern. You're supposed to be my girl, remember? I don't dig this idea of you messing around all over the city."
Sandy stared at Katie incredulously. "You mean you're the only one who's allowed to make out?"
"Well, at least I didn't go running around behind your back. You knew the score with Janie and me."
"That's this time," Sandy snapped. "What about all the other, times? What about all these nights you forget to come home?"
"That doesn't matter," Katie insisted. "I'm talking about now-the way things are today."
"And exactly how are things today?" Sandy challenged.
Katie hesitated momentarily, baffled by Sandy's sudden change of attitude. "I really don't know what's eating you, kid," she admitted then. "I thought the three of us had a ball together. Then the next thing I knew, you took off."
"Correction," Sandy insisted. "You're the one who took off. You and Janie. All you left me was a note, remember?"
"But we were coming back. We were just gone for the day."
"And what was I supposed to do? Sit around and wait? Keep a candle burning in the window? You're too much, Katie. You really are." Sandy hoisted the suitcase up onto the bed and snapped open the locks.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Katie asked.
"Don't worry about me. I'll find some place," Sandy answered with a certainty that surprised even herself. "I don't need you in order to get by. This is a big city, Katie. There are lots of other people in it."
Katie applauded, smiling patronizingly. "Very good," she cracked. "I'm really impressed. Now put that suitcase away and let's hit the sack, okay?"
Sandy stared at the woman unable to believe her own ears. "You really haven't heard a word I've said, have you? You don't think I'm serious."
"Of course I don't," Katie barked. "You're not about to leave me, baby. Sure, you can run off for a night or two and ball it up but, when the fun's over, you know who you've got to come back to."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Always have been where you're concerned-and I've never been wrong."
"Well, you're wrong this time. Dead wrong," Sandy insisted. "You and I have reached the end of the line, Katie. We might as well face it."
"We'll see about that." Katie reached forward and grabbed Sandy by the shoulders. Roughly she pulled the girl up against her and sought Sandy's mouth with her own.
Sandy tried to resist-tried to will her body not to respond. And yet the minute she felt Katie's arms around her, the minute Katie's tongue slid into her mouth, Sandy began to weaken.
Katie sensed it and hugged Sandy even tighter. Katie's hands moved demandingly over Sandy's body cupping the softness of her hips-sliding down onto the curve of her behind.
Sandy felt the room starting to spin, felt her tits ache and throb where they were crushed beneath the pressure of Katie's body. Down deep in her belly, the familiar fingers of arousal began to twist and spread through her flesh, draining her energy, her free will, her common sense.
"No!" she screamed as she wrenched herself free of Katie's embrace, falling back onto the bed from the force of the motion.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" Katie was clearly annoyed.
"It's no good," Sandy croaked. "There's got to be more than just sex. Life isn't just a roll in the hay. I don't want that. It's not enough."
"What the hell do you want, then?" Katie snapped. "I don't think you even know the answer to that one yourself."
Sandy felt the tears welling beneath her lids, felt the trembling overtake her whole body. "I want you," she sobbed. "Is that asking so fucking much?"
"You've got me, for crying out loud," Katie snapped.
"Sure I do," Sandy rasped. "That is, when you're not busy with Janie or heaven only knows how many others you keep on the side."
"Greedy, aren't you?" Katie said with a smile, crawling onto the bed beside Sandy. "Come on, baby, be reasonable. Just because Janie's around doesn't mean I don't care about you. The three of us can have a blast together. Really-it's so much more fun when there are two other people around."
"Fun for what?" Sandy wailed.
"For me-for Janie-"
"Well, that's just fine. But what about me? Don't I count? Don't you give a shit how I feel?"
"Of course I do, baby." Katie reached out and cupped Sandy's chin in her hand. "If I didn't give a damn about you, do you suppose I'd have stuck with you this long?"
Sandy brushed Katie's hand away, refusing to be soft-soaped this time. "The only reason you've stayed with me is because I've always kept my mouth shut," she said. "I never said a word when you went out, when you played around behind my back. I've always been good old Sandy. Always there. Always ready to start all over again.
"I'm tired of it, Katie. I'm tired of being a doormat. I'm tired of wait for the leftovers. If you and I are going to stay together it's got to be just the two of us. No more Janie. No more nights out till all hours of the morning. Take it or leave it, Katie. That's the way it is."
"You're talking nonsense."
"I've never been more serious in my life. I swear it."
"So you think you can do without me, do you?"
"If I have to." Sandy was choking on her own words but she knew they must be spoken. Knew she must assert herself once and for all, knew she must stick to her guns.
"You're offering me an ultimatum I don't like, baby." Katie's eyes narrowed with anger. "I'm not used to being told what to do by my women. I don't like taking orders."
"I'm not giving you orders," Sandy said softly. "I'm only asking for what's fair."
"I've always made the decisions in this house," Katie reminded her.
"Well, that's fine for you, but it's not so hot for me. I'm a person, too, Katie. I have rights. I have feelings. You've got to respect that."
"You're making a big mistake, sweetheart."
Sandy felt herself trembling. Felt as though she were dangling precariously over the edge of a very high cliff. "Does that mean you're not going to give up Janie?" She forced the words out because she knew she had to-because she knew she couldn't live with herself if she didn't make her stand-because she knew, finally, it would be better to do without Katie than to share her.
There was a long silence.
Finally Katie broke it. "Would you settle for Janie not moving in? I'll compromise that much. She can go on living in her own apartment and we'll stay here."
Sandy shook her head no. "You don't understand me at all, do you? I don't want you to live with me and go sneaking off to some other woman's bed."
"For crying out loud, you want everything," Katie screeched. "You're a fucking disaster!"
"I just want you full-time. The way you've had me, the way you can still have me if you'll just say the word."
Katie jumped to her feet and hurried over to the table for her cigarettes. "I won't be tied down," she insisted. "I won't be treated like a prisoner."
"Nobody's forcing you," Sandy told her. "You're free to say no. Just say the word and we can end the matter right here."
Katie strode to the front door, opened it and turned around to face Sandy. "I'm going for a walk," she announced irritably.
"That's not an answer," Sandy snapped.
"You've had your money," Katie said. "You know the way I am and I'm not about to change for you or anybody. Take it or leave it."
"Janie stays?" Sandy's voice was quivering.
"Janie stays," Katie echoed. Then, without another word, she slammed the door and ran down the stairs to the streets.
Sandy stood frozen and stiff on the spot. She could not move.
This was the end. This was the final ultimatum that they had faced and now she was on her own.
All these nice, romantic dreams she had had about the two of them together were now come down to smoke and ash.
She was alone and the thought was enough to scare her to death. She had not been alone since school and now that Katie had finally left her, Sandy felt an emptiness the likes of which she had never felt.
It was as if something had been pulled out of her. Like a big chunk of her body had been removed by a razor. She did not think she would ever recover.
But the thought that she no longer had Katie to fall back or made something inside her click. It made her jump to life in a way that she had never felt before. In a way that she found refreshing and very, very surprising to herself.
It was a renewed sense of strength that she thought she never had inside her.
Her body suddenly came alive with new feelings and with new sensations of freedom. It was like something had been lifted from her eyes that had clouded her vision through her whole life. As she thought about it, she began to wonder how she had ever lived without this sense of power and self-direction.
She was now a motivated woman and the sense of power and accomplishment she felt was something that overpowered her and made her feel like a new woman.
Katie could go to hell for all she cared now. There was no longer going to be someone putting a noose around her neck and strangulating her with a lover's rope.
She was free now and nobody ever was going to stop her from doing what she wanted and from expressing herself the way she wanted to.
As she made her way down the stairs and into the street the sense of freedom and liberty she felt made her step lighter despite the fact that she was carrying the heavy suitcase.
She felt physically and emotionally better than she had in years.
She was free and there was no woman now that she was afraid of. There was no woman around who could make her do the things that she did not want to do and could force her into submitting to the cruel and vicious attacks to her ego and her personality.
Sandy felt the renewed sense of self-respect brighten her entire outlook on life and make her shudder at the avenues of possibilities that now lay open to her.
She felt worthy and good in her own eyes and for the first time in her life, she realized that her own self-esteem was worth more than anybody else's approval.
* * *
Only a week had gone by, Sandy knew and yet she felt like a different person. It was as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders-as though she'd been given a new lease on life. As though misery were a thing of the past. Remote. Almost forgotten.
Dressed in a brand new, camel-colored slack suit, she stood before the mirror in the bathroom of her little furnished apartment applying the finishing touches to her appearance. Her skin looked smooth, flawless. The circles had disappeared from around her eyes. The little lines of strain at the corners of her mouth were non-existent.
Smiling, she brushed the short locks of her hair into place over her forehead and winked devilishly at herself. This time it was going to work, she felt sure. This time she was going to make it. Really make it.
She felt the hint of a swagger in her walk as she approached the little bar in Greenwich Village. Again she wondered how she could have been so blind, how she could have gone so long without recognizing what it was that she really needed. No matter, she assured herself as she walked through the open doorway and into the crowded room. She'd found the mistake and saved herself with plenty of time to spare. There was nothing to worry about now. What she wanted was no longer impossible to achieve.
It was only a little after eight but the bar was crowded already, filled with eager, hopeful women searching for action. Confident, sure of herself, Sandy made her way to the bar and slid onto a stool.
"What'll it be, Butch?" the waitress said with a grin.
Sandy smiled back at her, pleased that her appearance had created the desired effect. "Scotch on the rocks," she replied and reached into her breast pocket for a pack of cigarettes.
She was halfway through her drink when the sight of blonde, shining hair caught her eye in the mirror over the bar. Sandy turned slightly making sure that the movement appeared casual and studied the girl, aware of a quickening sensation inside her chest.
She was young, not more than nineteen, with a peaches and cream complexion and huge, emerald green eyes.
Sandy's glance swept downward over the girl's body and she felt her lips curve up into an appreciative smile. She'd seen all she had to see. Now it was time for action. Now it was time for success at last.
Sandy signaled for the barmaid and nodded toward the blonde about five feet away. "Is she alone?"
The barmaid smiled. "You've got good taste. Yes, she's alone."
"Not anymore," Sandy said confidently as she pulled a five dollar bill out of her wallet. "Send down one of whatever she's drinking with my compliments."
She watched carefully as the barmaid set a glass before the blonde and explained the situation. Sandy held her breath waiting for the girl to respond, hoping that the response would be approval.
The blonde glanced in Sandy's direction hesitantly, tentatively at first. Then slowly, her features spread themselves into a warm smile of pleasure, an invitation, a welcome.
Sandy slid off the bar stool and moved down to where the blonde was seated. "Mind if I join you?" she said, thrilled that her voice sounded so poised, so calm, as though she'd never known such a thing as failure.
"I'm very glad you came over," the blonde confessed, blushing profusely, eyes cast downward.
"How come?" Sandy was giddy with happiness inside, aware that she had the situation fully under control.
"I saw you when you came in," the blonde went on. "But I never would have had the courage to come over to you and say hello."
"Why not?" Sandy went on. "Do I look like I bite?"
The blonde shrugged. "You can never tell," she said. "There are lots of people who look nice and turn out to be something else when you know them better."
Sandy felt a sudden understanding, a pang of sympathy. "Don't tell me you've been kicked in the teeth already," she blurted. "For crying out loud, you're so young."
"Do you have to be old to get hurt?" the girl asked innocently.
"I'm sorry." Sandy reached forward impulsively and squeezed her hand. "I didn't mean to insult you."
"No insult," the girl was smiling directly at her now. "I just wanted to let you know how I felt."
"I think you're going a little too fast for me," Sandy confessed sincerely. "Would you mind repeating that?"
The girl nodded. "What I'm simply trying to say is that I think you're very attractive, but I'm scared to death of you. Scared that if I get to like you too much, I'll be in for trouble again."
"You don't have a thing to worry about on that score," Sandy assured her. "I know what it feels like to get knocked down. I'm not about to do it to anybody else."
"In that case, how about sitting down?" The girl patted the empty stool beside her. "By the way, my name is Janie."
"I'm Sandy," she said, climbing onto the chair, grinning from ear to ear despite the lump of emotion she felt filling her chest, "and you'll never how happy I am to meet you."
They came together quicker than Sandy had expected. They seemed to hit the same wave length at the same time and it was all coasting from there on in.
There was something fresh and clean about Janie that reminded Sandy of the way she was a few weeks ago. Of the way she was before she realized that the most important thing in her life was her own self-esteem and her own value to herself as an individual.
She hoped she would be able to instill the same kind of thing in Janie.
Sandy knew that the girl needed her more than anything. She felt she needed a friend as well as a lover that would suck on her cunt and give her the orgasm she wanted.
As they walked to Sandy's apartment the whole story came out from Janie of the way her previous lover had treated her.
It was almost word for word, the same thing that Sandy had gone through and Sandy felt an immediate kinship with the younger girl.
They felt it like a spark of electricity between them and they knew they had something in common.
"Can we be alone in your apartment?" Janie asked.
"Alone as you want," Sandy answered.
"Good," said Janie. She looked down at the ground at her admission of the fact that she wanted to suck Sandy and that she wanted to take her time about the whole thing.
This wasn't going to be one of these one-shot affairs. Janie and Sandy both wanted something that would last them quite ,a while.
When they reached the cool dimness of Sandy's apartment, Janie could hardly hold herself back any more. She threw her arms around Sandy and kissed her full on the lips.
Sandy could feel the kiss snake its way all the way down her throat and deeper until she was caressing the roof of her mouth with her tongue.
It was the sweetest and the nicest kiss that Sandy had ever felt and her cunt immediately became inflamed and hot with the desire that burned deep inside her.
She wanted this young girl more than anything and she was suddenly willing to share her whole life with her.
She wanted to suck her luscious little cunt and spread her cunt lips the way she would spread the core of a peach in half.
Her passion was rising with each buck of Janie's hips into her own. Her hot cunt ground and fought against the other woman and made her need and her desire known to her.
"I want to fuck you," Janie said passionately and full of desire.
"Come on, then, but not right away."
Sandy wanted to tease and caress the flesh and the cunt of the other girl not to be bitchy or spiteful but just to bring her to the right fever pitch in order that she would enjoy the full blast of the orgasm.
She wanted her to have a terrific time and she wanted to show her what a good lover she was.
Sandy took the nipples of the other girl's tits in her hands and slowly circled around the protruding area that was sticking through the material of her top.
The nipples became hard and erect and stood brazenly in front of her.
Sandy's mouth began to water at the thought of sucking on those delicious tits and sucking on that cunt, she knew, must taste wonderful and musky. But she knew it would be better to wait.
It would be better to prolong the wait just a little longer in order to make it a little better for the two of them.
"Take my clothes off," Janie pleaded. "I want to be naked."
Sandy was more than willing to do anything the girl asked of her.
She slowly let her hands find the buckle of the pants the girl wore and slid them off with one swift and graceful motion. Janie gave a gasp of pleasure and release as she stood in her panties before the admiring glances of the other woman.
She wanted more than anything to fuck and suck right then and there and she was about to lose her mind over the delicious feelings that shot over her.
Janie's cunt was wet and drippy and the spots of moisture were forming on her panties and making her luscious and ripe for sucking.
Sandy could smell the delicious aroma of Janie's cunt and knew that she would taste wonderful once she got her mouth inside there.
"You must have a delicious cunt," Janie said as she stared at Sandy removing her own pants.
Sandy smiled. She knew this girl was going to be one great fuck and she could hardly wait to get into the whole scene completely.
Janie peeled off the panties and now stood before Sandy, naked and panting. Her firm ripe tits hung tight and high on her chest and Sandy could see them rise and fall as her breathing came harder and more panting.
"You look good enough to eat," Sandy said.
"Try me. You'll like me."
"I think I'll do that."
With those words, Sandy got down on her knees before Janie and lowered her mouth between the younger girl's thighs. She licked softly at the firm flesh of her thighs and ran her tongue higher to the triangle of her hair.
"You smell so good," Sandy moaned up at the girl.
"I taste even better."
Sandy could not hold herself back any longer. She had to have the taste of that cunt in her mouth. She had to taste all the juices that came out of there and swallow them all the way down her throat.
She licked at the clit and then spread her cunt lips with her long delicate fingers.
Janie gave a low gasp of approval and squatted down a little to get as much of the other girl's mouth into her cunt as possible.
"Suck me. Yes, suck me good, Sandy."
Sandy was more than willing to suck her into a delicious and delirious orgasm.
She wanted to make that sweet young thing come and come over and over again in her mouth and taste all the delicious juices that were in there.
"I want it. I want to come in your mouth," Janie gasped.
Her fingers wound around Sandy's head and pushed her further into the delicious slit that was now opening more and more before her.
The cunt was hot and flaming now as Sandy began to slip her tongue faster and faster in and out of there with more force and energy than she had ever shown before.
She wanted to make the girl come in the worst way and she was sure that in a few minutes she would be streaming thick and heavy.
Janie could not stand on her legs any more.
Her knees were weak and limp. She had to sit down or lie down in order to enjoy the sensations that were ripping through her and making her pant with passion and desire.
Sandy understood this and guided her to the sofa that sat behind them.
Janie lay back on the sofa and spread her legs as far as they could go and then with her own fingers spread the lips of her cunt until the pink and juicy meat inside there was exposed to Sandy's view.
Sandy thrust her head in there and sucked more and more at the delicious cunt and the sweet meat. Janie was gasping and moaning louder as each flicker of the tongue brought her higher.
Janie needed to reciprocate the favors that Sandy was offering to her. She wanted to touch and suck her cunt at the same time.
"I want to suck you, too, Sandy."
Sandy quickly lay her on her back on the sofa and stretched herself alongside and on top of her so that her mouth was near Janie's cunt.
The two of them got into the sixty-nine position and then began that long and delicious sucking that would bring the two of them into one long orgasm of pleasure and delight.
They sucked faster and faster in and out of the cunts and sucked at the juices they poured out.
They slurped and slurped until they were almost dry and felt the advent of the orgasm about to rip them apart.
They wanted that more than anything and they were sure that when it came, it would be one of the best they had ever had.
Then it began to happen for the both of them.
They bucked faster and faster until their clits were raking and rubbing against each other's teeth and mouth. This was the contact they had both been searching for and now that they found it, nothing was going to stop them from having the orgasm they both needed more than anything else.
"I'm coming," Janie shouted.
Sandy was speechless. She could not say a word for the amount of juices that were in her mouth and the amount of pleasure she was feeling from the sensations that attacked her own cunt.
They burst into mutual and delicious orgasm and the juices from their cunts filled both their mouths until they could hardly breathe.
The room was filled with the smell and the delicious aroma of the cunts on fire and dripping with delicious fuck sauce.
They exploded time and time again into each other until they were left panting and dry in each other's arms and cradling each other in the delicious aftereffects of the orgasm that had ripped them apart.
"That was great," Sandy moaned.
"It was terrific for me, too," Janie agreed.
They were happy together like that and nothing was going to ever pull them apart. Nothing would ever again stand in the way of their happiness and nothing would ever take them away from each other.
There was nothing more to say. They had said it all with their bodies and their mouths. They had done all the talking with their cunts and now just relished the contact as they lay next to each other stroking and petting their still wet and glistening cunts.
Sandy loved that more than anything she had ever felt. It was something that was driving her crazy with lust and desire and as she turned to the other girls she knew that she wanted to fuck and suck again.
Janie's cunt lips were still quivering and aching for the contact that she knew would bring her happiness above all else. Her mouth was working silently again as Sandy stroked the furry cunt and made her tingle with the pleasure she knew she was feeling.
Janie's cunt was becoming more and more wet with the lust that seemed to pour out of it and with the emotions that were stirring inside her to make her come more and more.
"That feels wonderful," Janie said as Sandy's fingers slid between the delicious and thick cunt lips.
"I know." Sandy said.
Sandy's mouth was hungry again and she wanted to stick that cunt between her lips and suck out all the juices that were in there. She wanted that more than anything else and she knew that soon she would be given the chance.
"Lift up your legs." Sandy commanded.
Janie was more than willing to lift her legs up. She threw her knees into the air and hiked them up almost over her head.
Her cunt was naked and exposed and ready for any kind of loving that Sandy was willing to do.
"Your cunt smells wonderful." Sandy moaned."I want to suck it all the way into my mouth."
She slid her tongue along the velvet, creamy smoothness of the other girls thigh and pushed up to the cunt that was there waiting.
Then with a sudden motion she slid the tongue between her cunt lips and searched around for the little nubbin of her clit to bring the other girl as much satisfaction as possible.
"That feels great," Janie moaned. Her head threw back and forth across the bed and she knew that she was going to have one of the best orgasms that she would ever have.
Her cunt raked and scraped across the other girls mouth and teeth. She brought her clit to bear on Sandy's mouth and made her suck on it and pull it into her mouth until she felt the delicious tremors of passion shoot through her and make her gasp in pleasure and delight.
Janie felt the bittersweet pleasure and pain of the sucking deep inside her and knew that her cunt was sopping wet with lust and the juices that formed in her more and more.
Sandy sucked up all the fluids that the other girl had to give her and demanded more and more of them until she could hardly breathe from the amount of come in her mouth.
"You taste great," Sandy moaned. "I love the way you taste."
Janie was pleased. She was happy that Sandy loved the taste and the feel of her cunt in her mouth and knew that when she came it would be something that would knock her right out of this world with pleasure and lust.
Her back arched to receive more and more of the delicious stimulation that she wanted and she was sure that her cunt lips were swollen and full of the heat and passion of her lust.
"Let me have more. I want it all," Sandy muttered with a mouth full of cunt juice.
Janie was more than willing to give her anything she wanted and she was glad to have a girl like her around.
As Sandy sucked more and more on the other girl's cunt, she desperately wanted to get something hard and solid to stick up her pussy.
"I wish I had a vibrator," Sandy moaned.
Janie broke into a big smile. She had one and she shoved it into Sandy as she reached to the floor and opened her bag.
"I always bring it along just in case I might strike out some night and have to find my own pleasure."
"With your cunt I don't see how you would ever strike out in one of those bars."
Sandy took the vibrator and brought it to whirring life by clicking the switch on at the bottom.
Sandy pushed the head of the little machine closer and closer to the other girl's cunt and made sure that she was caressing and stroking the clit in the most wonderful and the most delicious way she knew how.
She took long and delicious pulls at the cunt and the clit and watched the pleasure she brought to Janie's face.
It was great just to watch her and Sandy felt the tremors of lust and delight shoot through her. She was shaking and quivering with delight and pleasure and arched her back to receive more and more of the cylinder.
"Put it in all the way. I want it all the way in my cunt," Janie said hoarsely.
"Your wish is my command," kidded Sandy.
Sandy slowly let the whole shaft of the machine slide into Janie's wet and slippery cunt and as she pulled it in and out of there she watched it become wet and slick like her pussy with the delicious juices that came from there.
"That vibrator is going to drive me out of my mind."
Sandy knew what she meant. She wished she had that big thick dildo that she had been used to. She wanted that more than anything but she knew that she would have to be happy with the vibrator that they were already using on each other.
It was something that she had to put up with. Sandy promised herself that the next day she would go out and buy one of those things for the sessions she swore to herself she would have with Janie and with herself.
There was something about having that thick piece of rubber in her cunt and she now missed it very much.
She rammed the vibrator harder and harder into the waiting hungry cunt of Janie and watched the girl throw her head back and forth on the bed, losing her mind with delicious feelings, grunting like an animal and having the greatest time of her life.
The vibrator shoved in harder and harder with each stroke and brought Janie to higher and higher peaks of glory and ecstasy with each plunge and each stroke.
"I love it. Give me more," Janie yelled.
Sandy gave her more. She gave her almost the whole shaft of the thing into her cunt until Janie could hardly breathe from the passion and the lust she was feeling.
Her body was tense and tight with pleasure. Her cunt was wet and soppy with juices as the vibrator slid more and more easily in and out of there, making squishy noises and the liquid sounds of love.
The smell of their cunts mingled like a fine perfume in the room and Sandy breathed deeply of the husky delicious aroma.
Sandy's cunt was by now as hungry and willing as Janie's. She could feel the moisture and the wetness dripping from her and sliding down her thighs. She was sitting with her ass on the back of her calves and rubbed her cunt against the back of her heel.
She wanted that close stimulation more and more as she watched the passion and the lust grow and mount in Janie.
She brought her hand down to the wet gash of her cunt and she stroked the lips of it softly and tenderly until she felt a shooting pang of pleasure radiate through her and make her tingle with the sensations she wanted more than anything at that moment.
Sandy could hardly take it anymore. Her own fingers were working in and out of her cunt more and more as she felt the shudders of pleasure shoot through her and make her gasp and moan in delicious abandon and pleasure of the moment.
There was nothing better that she liked than to have another female hand on her cunt but she knew that her own hand would have to do for this moment. Her own fingers would have to tease and tug at her clit until she came in the delicious way she wanted to come.
It was the only thing that she could do and she did it well.
Her hand was drenched with the luscious cream from her cunt and she stroked her clit to make her even wetter and slicker.
"What are you doing?" Janie asked as if from a drugged sleep.
"Frigging myself," Sandy said through a half open and panting mouth.
"I'll do that for you," Janie answered.
Janie pulled at Sandy's body until they were in the sixty-nine position and they could both work on each other's cunt.
Sandy shoved that vibrator in and out of the sopping slash of Janie's cunt while Janie delighted herself by sucking on Sandy's delicious clit with all the furor and the lust of an animal gone mad with lust.
They were locked together in mutual pleasure and there was nothing that could stop them now except the orgasm that would drive them both out of their minds in pleasure and delight.
"You taste as good as you smell," Janie moaned with her mouth full of cunt juice.
Sandy was speechless. Her pleasure was too great for anything she might try to say.
Her delight was too strong for even the faintest of sounds. She could only moan and gasp like an animal and she knew that too much of this cunt lapping would send her over the top and make her have a great and wonderful orgasm that would be better than anything she had had in a long time.
"I feel great between the legs," Janie moaned as the vibrator stroked up at her inflamed and raw clit.
The clit was erect and hard and stood above the slash of her cunt like a sentinel.
There was nothing better that they could have done to each other but that.
Janie was having one of the best times in her life. Nothing she could remember had been as good as this. It was one of those rare moments in fucking when two people reach the same head at the same time and both feel the same effects of the fucking as if they were one.
Janie lapped at all the juices that Sandy was able to give her and she took them all into her mouth with relish and gusto.
Her legs were flailing around all over the place as Janie'd threw her head into the gaping cunt more and more to taste all the delicious juices that came out of there.
There was something wonderful and clean about Sandy's cunt and she felt it in the way she jerked the cunt up and down in delicious pleasure and delight.
Her cunt was great and Janie could not get enough of it in her mouth. It was as if something were tugging and pulling at her to give her all the best sucking she could.
Janie's hands found their way to the crack of Sandy's ass. She pulled the ass cheeks apart and saw the tight little muscle of her ass between the two luscious mounds of flesh. Her mouth began to water as she though, of how great it will be when she began to ream and suck on Sandy's ass.
Sandy lowered her ass to get all the delicious sensations of the other girl's mouth inside her.
There was nothing better that she wanted except to have that luscious mouth of Janie's deep inside her ass.
Janie knew this and flicked her tongue out to lick the brown puckered muscles that were waiting for her mouth.
Sandy gave a gasp of pleasure and delight as she felt the hot flaming tongue lick and suck on her asshole.
Sandy bucked and strained against the mouth and the lips of the other girl as she lapped and sucked at the brown, delicious flesh that was waiting for her.
She wanted more and more of the good things from her mouth and would have given anything to be able to have another girl working at her pussy at the same time.
They were both flooded with wild animal desire. It was wilder than anything they had ever felt and they knew that when their orgasm came it would rip them apart with the tremendous unleashing of the desires that were in them.
They bucked and humped into each other with the terrific need for orgasm they both felt.
It was as if they were plugged into a sex machine that was now running wild and running away from them.
It was terrific and they knew that something like this only happens once in a great while. It comes with the thrill and the delight of the first. fuck after you meet somebody. The novelty and the newness of the situation was what was making them like this more than anything else.
It was better than they had ever hoped for and better than the best fuck they ever had.
Sandy strained and gasped as she felt the other girls tongue slide in and around that delicious asshole.
They loved every minute of their fucking and they knew that when their orgasm came it would be something that they would remember for a long time.
They wanted to come. They needed that more than anything and they felt their cunts become wetter and more sopping with the juices that were in there.
Sandy pushed her asshole and her cunt harder and harder into Janie's mouth until the spasms of pleasure were shooting through her and making her shudder with delight and pleasure.
"Fuck me. Suck me. Do everything you want."
They gasped and moaned into each other's cunts as the luscious waves of pleasure crested and broke over them, making them sweat and sting with the friction and the delight of every stroke and every plunge.
Their tits flopped around like blobs of jelly as they strained and bucked into each other and sent the delicious waves of pleasure shooting through them and sending them higher and higher in the wonderful sensations they were feeling.
It was like nothing they had ever felt before and they felt the orgasm about to come to a shattering and earth shaking finality.
Sandy shoved the vibrator deeper and with more force into the other girls hungry and waiting cunt.
There was nothing they would not do to each other to make them more and more excited as each stroke and each plunge with the tongue brought them to blissful ecstasy.
Sandy's cunt was on fire.
The heat rose from it and almost made her pass out from the intensity and the forcefulness of it.
It was like nothing Sandy had ever felt and she knew that Janie was feeling the same way. Her cunt was raw and stinging from the friction and the heat of the Janie's mouth and finger.
It was ravaged and torn almost in pieces by the force and the power of it.
Her legs were spread as far as was possible but still she seemed to make more room for the other girl to stick her mouth and her fingers into it.
Her creamy thighs were taut and tense with the pleasure that flowed through her and made her hard as a rock.
Her ass was twitching from the pleasure that coursed through her as Janie licked and fingered the tight little muscle of her asshole,
It was too delicious and too wonderful for words. They said nothing to each other. Their bodies did all the talking and the sounds of the squishing and stroking was all the vocabulary they needed.
Sandy's body arched and writhed in delicious abandon as she felt the orgasm about to come. Janie was also about to shoot the thick load of come that was nestled in her pussy.
She wanted to cream and fill the other woman with the delicious liquid she was saving up for her mouth.
Sandy took the juice and reveled in the taste and the pleasure of it as it coursed down her throat and around her tongue.
Then it began to happen very quickly for the both of them.
Sandy felt the shudders and the tremors of orgasm as it coursed through her and made her shoot the load of come juice she had in her.
It was great and she could almost feel it right then and there as Janie's began to writhe with passion.
It was great!!!
The humping and the sucking had reached a fever pitch of pleasure and delight. They could both feel the orgasm about to come.
Suddenly Sandy felt the gush of cunt juice fill her mouth and drench her face in the delicious redolence of it.
Janie felt the same kind of juice flood her mouth. She sucked at it wildly and felt the delicious sauce enter her mouth and fill her completely up with the luscious liquid.
She swallowed and slurped at the stuff that came out of her and took it all inside her with energy and gusto. Her mouth worked quickly to take in as much sauce as she could in order to satisfy her terrific hunger and thirst for the female juices that came out of her.
There was something terrific and wonderful about the taste and the feel of it in her mouth.
She wanted more and more of that good stuff and could not get enough of it.
They fell away into a tremendous orgasm that left them spent and almost too weak to move.
It left them dry and almost barren as a desert. That was the way they wanted to feel and they were glad for it,
They were glad that they had made each other so happy that they threw their arms around each other's shoulders and hugged tightly until their arms were tired and weak from exerting so much pressure.
They knew they were happy now.
There was nothing that could mar their joy.
It would last forever and ever, and both girls seemed to understand this as they rested after their long and delirious fucking session.
"That was great," Sandy said.
Janie simply nodded her approval and knew that they had both been made happy.
It was wonderful for the both of them to be like that and they both felt the love and the passion they knew they had for each other.
"You want to go out," Sandy asked in a low and murmuring tone.
