Charlotte Hammersmith and Marie Capon had been college roommates for the past two years. Both attended Boston University and shared an apartment not far from campus. As the landlord rented mostly to college students, it was like living in a dorm.
Gossip flowed quickly with surprising accuracy. The intermingling of the student tenants lives made it difficult to keep secrets.
Everyone knew who was fucking who.
Charlotte and Marie had heard wild tales of the two French exchange students who shared an apartment with another student across the hall. Rumor had it that they held wild parties and indulged in group sex. Charlotte and Marie often heard wild screams and laughter in the middle of the night. And they observed some pretty strange people going in and out.
On a day to day basis, Charlotte got along with her three strange neighbors. In fact, she liked Karin, the American, very much. But she kept her distance knowing the three were lesbians. She was afraid that if she were too friendly, Karin might make a pass at her.
One day it happened. They were alone in Charlotte's apartment. Karin had come in to give Charlotte a shoulder to cry on. Charlotte was very depressed over a relationship that had not worked out. Karin decided that the time was ripe and ready.
"Charlotte," she said, "men are not worth the aggravation. Women are more gentle, more compassionate. Love a woman-and your heart will never be broken."
Karin slipped her hands under Charlotte's blouse and felt for her tender tits. She squeezed a nipple with her hand. Charlotte felt her blood run all hot and excited. But she was scared to submit, scared to have sex with another woman.
Karin pushed the blouse above Charlotte's breasts, revealing the hot. hard nipples. She took one in her mouth, tonguing it hard and sexy. Karin moaned with passionate desire. Charlotte knew she would be conquered. She could no longer resist the embraces of her friend.
CHAPTER ONE
Marie Capon slammed the door shut. She hung her coat in the hall closet and flung her bag on the kitchen table. She rushed into the bedroom.
"Charlotte, Charlotte, are you home?" she called.
"I'm in here," came a voice from the bathroom.
"Hurry up," cried Marie. "I've got something to tell you."
Charlotte grabbed some toilet paper and wiped her ass. Marie sounded excited, as if something good had happened. Charlotte wanted to know all about it.
"What is it?" asked Charlotte, emerging from the bathroom.
The two girls went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Marie walked over to the stereo and put on a record, then returned to where Charlotte was waiting.
"I met a guy," she said. "I really like him, what I know of him, anyway."
"Marie," replied Charlotte, "that's great. Does he have a friend?"
The two girls burst into laughter.
"You know," said Charlotte, "that's really sad. My sex life is so bad that I have to ask about friends of a guy you just met."
"Well," said Marie, "I know how you feel. I'm in the same boat. I just met this guy, Kevin, his name is. Hell probably be gone by next week."
"Don't be so pessimistic," Charlotte reprimanded.
"Hell, that's optimistic, to expect it to last that long."
Charlotte had to agree. She and Marie had the same luck with men and most of it was bad. They were the type of girls who liked sex and held back nothing once they felt an attraction, but once, just once, Charlotte thought she'd like to fuck the same man twice. The girls couldn't understand why this was so, but it was.
They were both attractive, though not stunningly beautiful. Charlotte had thick brown hair, large brown eyes, and a soft curvy body. Marie was tall and dark, slender and graceful. Both were self-assured and carried themselves with confidence.
But nevertheless, neither had been able to sustain any kind of romantic relationship since they'd come to Boston two years ago. Most men wanted to fuck and then you never heard from them. Charlotte and Marie courd never figure out why they would settle for one fuck when they could be having perpetual fucking relationships. It wasn't like the girls were looking for husbands. They were looking for adequate sex lives.
"Well," said Charlotte, "what's he like, Kevin, did you say?"
"Kevin," Marie replied. "He's tall with long blond hair."
"A blond," sighed Charlotte, dreamily.
"I know," said Marie. "I can hardly wait to get my hands on him."
"What does he do? Does he go to school?"
"Uh huh," Marie replied, "B.U. And to think, he's been roaming the campus all this time and I never laid eyes on him."
"Until now," Charlotte reminded.
"Until now, right," said Marie.
"Where did you meet him?" Charlotte asked.
"You won't believe this. In the cafeteria."
"Oh my God!" Charlotte exclaimed, "that place! The men in there are so ugly and stupid."
"Well, I guess one out of every hundred is allright, and Kevin is more than allright, from what I can tell," Marie replied.
"Tell me about it," said Charlotte.
"I was on line, waiting to get some horrible beef stew. That crap made me sick, really, I threw up right before art class. But that's beside the point. We were on line, Kevin was behind me. I made some sarcastic remark about the food and he laughed. We got into a conversation, had lunch together. He's gorgeous, really. He asked me out tonight and I was in seventh heaven. Probably another one night stand, though."
"Don't say that," said Charlotte. "There's got to be some men out there somewhere who like to fuck the same women twice."
"You'd think so, wouldn't you," Marie replied. "But Kevin is so good-looking that fucking him once will be a treat. I only hope he's as good in bed as he looks."
Marie met Kevin at the appointed time. They went to the movies. Afterwards, he took her to a bar for some drinks. Marie ordered Jack Daniels and water. Kevin ordered a beer.
"So," he said, "what did you think of the movie?"
"I didn't like it," Marie replied.
Kevin laughed. "It really sucked, didn't it."
"Absolutely the worst," Marie agreed.
"We should have gone to see the new Truffaut movie," said Kevin.
"I saw it," said Marie.
"How was it?"
"Good," she replied. "I liked it a lot."
"I'll have to see it," Kevin replied.
There was silence. Kevin stared at Marie from across the tiny wooden table. The candle flickered through the red plastic container. Their fingers touched.
"You have wonderful eyes," said Kevin, softly caressing Marie's hand.
"Thank you," said Marie.
"I could stare at them forever."
Kevin rubbed Marie's hand, then her arm, with soft sensuous strokes. Marie felt her body tingle at his touch. She wanted to feel his hot dick sticking in her pussy. She was so excited she wet her panties with the drippings of desire.
Marie put her other hand on Kevin's and felt his warm masculine flesh. It was so good to touch raw male meat, feel the hot flesh of a man, even if it was only his hand. There was nothing Marie liked so much in the entire world than a sexy man. Kevin was the sexiest she had come across in a long time.
The band began to play. They were country-rock. Marie thought they sounded awful.
"Listen to this shit," she said.
"I don't hear a thing," said Kevin. He lifted her hand to his lips and nibbled at her fingers.
"Let's get out of here," Marie suggested. "The music is driving me crazy and I'm sure we can think of better things to do."
"Good idea," Kevin replied, jumping up and putting on his coat. "Would you like to come to my apartment?"
"I'd love to," said Marie, her voice throaty and sultry. Kevin grew hot and excited. It promised to be a most fruitful evening. He knew he would be able to score.
Marie and Kevin sat on the living room sofa. She noticed that the room was crammed with records and books. Thinking of Charlotte, she wondered if Kevin had a roommate.
"Do you live here alone?" she asked.
"Yes." Kevin was rolling a joint. He licked the gummy edge and fastened it to the roll of pot. He licked it quickly, so that it would burn slowly. Then he applied a match.
Kevin took a few deep tokes, then passed the joint to Marie. She took it and inhaled the sweet-flavored smoke. She felt a buzz.
"Good stuff," she said, passing him the joint. "I asked if you lived alone because you have so many records and books."
"I like to read and I love music," Kevin told her.
"Me too," said Marie, growing enthusiastic. "What kind of books do you like?"
"Oh, all kinds. Novels mostly. What about you?"
"Right now," replied Marie, "I've been reading a lot of Dickens."
"Oh, I prefer someone like James Joyce," said Mark. "Would you like some wine?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Red or white?"
"White," said Marie, "thanks."
Kevin went into the kitchen. Marie got up to look at his records. He has good taste, she thought. She pulled one from the pile, thinking she'd like to play it.
"Can I put on a record?" she called.
Kevin walked into the living room carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"What do you want to play?" he asked.
"David Bowie--Ziggy Stardust."
"Good choice," Kevin remarked. "I love that album."
"It's good," Marie agreed.
Kevin poured the wine and sat down beside her, closer than he had been sitting before. Marie took the glass he handed her, gently grazing his thigh with her elbow. Hot shots of burning delight flashed up Mark's bowels.
He took the wine from Marie's hand, just as she. had taken a tiny sip. Kevin put it on the table. He took Marie's sweet face in his hands and kissed her tender lips. He thrust his hot eager tongue firmly inside, roaming every nook and cranny of her tender mouth flesh. She tasted hot and good.
Marie put her arms around Kevin's manly body, sensuously rubbing and feeling his palpitating body. Kevin sank into her arms, pressing her flat against the sofa as he lunged at her tender white neck. Kevin took a bit of skin in his mouth and sucked, trying to break the blue vein beneath.
He slipped his hand under her blouse and felt the bare hanging tits. He squeezed the hard brown nipples with his fingers. Marie shuddered with delight. She stuck her hands slightly under Kevin's pants, so that she was feeling the beginning of his hot ruddy ass flesh. She stroked the sensitive skin with her fingers, digging her long fingernails in deep. Kevin groaned with pleasure.
"I want to fuck you," he said, panting.
"Fuck me, baby," replied Marie. "Stick it in."
Kevin furiously struggled to get Marie's tight jeans off her slithering lithe body. He tugged and pulled at the tough material, frantic with desire. Marie lifted her ass and wiggled it, trying to help him along. The jeans finally came off, and so did Marie's panties.
Kevin plunged into the creamy inviting cunt with delight. He stuck his fingers in her pink hot hole, playing with the pert tingling clit. He rubbed her pussy flesh hard, trying to get Marie all hot and bothered.
Marie felt flashes of hot lust seize her limbs. She was jelly at Kevin's touch. She wanted to suck his big hot dick, lick it clean. At least, she thought it would be big and hot, judging from the size of that growing bulge in his pants.
She slipped her hands further down his ass, playing with the crack between Kevin's buttocks. Tingles of sparkling desire flashed up his asshole.
Marie let her fingers roam around in Kevin's ass while she bit his tender neck with her pearly teeth. She made low groaning animal sounds, unable to control her lust. Kevin grabbed hold of her pussy lips and squeezed with vigor.
Marie opened Kevin's fly, hot to get at the big juicy morsel of hot male meat. It flew out of the opened pants, stiff and enormous. It surpassed Marie's expectations, it was so big and thick. It was the hottest looking cock she had ever seen, and she had seen several.
The thick hard dick throbbed and pulsed in Marie's hands. She rubbed her palms up and down the shaft of the monster male meat. Kevin moaned with delight, nibbling on Marie's titty flesh.
"Let me blow you," she implored. "Let's take off all our clothes."
Kevin hurried to oblige her. He stood up and shook off his pants, flinging his shirt to the side. Marie removed her blouse and flung it aside. She lay down on the sofa and spread her legs apart. Her hole loomed large and inviting. Her wet pussy hair glowed in the lamplight.
"Eat me," Marie moaned, "eat me while I blow you."
Kevin plunged on top of the writhing female body, digging his teeth into her wet hot pussy. His tongue made swirling circles around the hard little clit. Kevin chewed on the tender moist meat, lapping up the juices.
His hot throbbing member dangled over Marie's mouth. She lunged at it, taking the whole thing in. Kevin shoved it in as hard as he could. He rammed it in so hard and fast that Marie almost gagged.
But she loved the taste of hot hard dick better than anything in the world. Soon, she was munching on it, sucking and licking on it, to her heart's content. Her ivory teeth scraped the sensitive prick membrane; her hot eager tongue vigorously licked it like a bone.
Marie licked and sucked the hot pulsing dick. The hot throbbing member quivered in her mouth. Kevin hungrily gnawed at her creamy wet pussy. He thrust his tongue up her hot lovehole, sticking it in as far as he could. It almost felt like a tiny dick, he thrust it so firm and sensuously.
Thrilling stabs of tingling excitement swept Marie's body. Darts of lustful pleasure, lewd delight, rambled through her pulsing veins. She loved chewing the hard monster cock in her tender pink mouth. Kevin rammed it in, feeling her throat with his prickhead.
Marie pulled her head away, letting the hot cock drop from her mouth. It tasted so good, she could have sucked away on it for hours. But Marie didn't want him to lose that hot hard erection, she did not want his seed to be shot up her mouth, before she could feel his red-hot seething dick ram brutally up her waiting pussy. She got it to just the right point with her mouth; Kevin's dick felt like it was ready to burst. But the explosion would occur within Marie's body-she would see to it.
Kevin tried to stick his dick back into the moist caressing mouth, but Marie kept her lips tightly shut.
"What's the matter, baby?" asked Kevin. 'Take it, take it in your mouth."
"No," said Marie. "I want you to fuck me. Stick it in my pussy, where it belongs."
Kevin turned his hot shivering body around with the speed of lightning. He jumped on Marie, plunging his hot sizzling stick of passion firmly in her twat. Marie squealed with delight.
Kevin pushed and shoved his sizzling hot dick deep inside Marie's cunthole. He rammed it in and out, digging deep with his shovel. Marie heaved her hips, wrapping her legs tightly around Kevin's ass. She wanted to grasp him as closely to her body as she could, keep his sizzling electric stick far inside her cunt.
The red-hot sticking dick rammed hard and fast into the hot wet pussy dripping with juices. Kevin felt Marie shudder and squirm beneath his hot manly body. Kevin dipped his sizzling rod in her pot of honey, sensuously rubbing the hot tingling tunnel membrane. Marie's hot cunt burned at the chafing of his thick male meat.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Marie. "Feels so good baby, dig it in harder."
Kevin grasped the back of the sofa for leverage, then pushed with all his might. He dug deep, hot to get at her treasure.
Kevin's hot dick was stinging with burning delight. The thick massive meat was ripping into the raw pussy like lightning. Marie and Kevin rocked rhythmically as he thrust in and she heaved her pussy mound out to meet his thrusts. They moaned and panted almost in unison.
The thick hot scum shot up Marie's tunnel. She was so excited she bit his neck, sucking the sweet scarlet drops that trickled from his neck vein. Her screaming pussy burst like a bombshell; hot stabs of flashing delight swept through her body.
Kevin kept his dick stiff and tingling in the hot wet cunt, It quivered and quaked, throbbing with electric excitement. The long ramming dick shot the thick hot juice, charged with excitement. Marie trembled in ecstasy beneath him.
"Feel me fuck you," he huskily whispered in her ear.
Marie moaned in reply, twisting her slivering body. Her hands roamed up and down his bare male back, so broad, so strong, so manly. She felt the thick hot dick ease from her hole. She hated to lose the human flesh that plugged up the emptiness of her cunthole so nicely. But the limp dick slipped from her.
Kevin got up off Marie and walked around the living room, proud and naked. That had been a real fine fuck, he thought. Marie lay on the sofa, still revelling in ecstatic delight. Kevin had a real good cock and he knew what to do with it. It was a rare combination in a man that was not to be beat.
"Where do you live?" Kevin suddenly asked.
"On the other side of campus," Marie replied. "Why?"
"I'll call you a cab," he said. "It's too late to walk."
Kevin went into the bedroom to use the phone. Marie fumed on the sofa as she slowly dressed. He hadn't even left her body, removed his hard cock from her little pussy, been outside of her for five minutes, and already he was dying to get rid of her. She had had it with men!
CHAPTER TWO
Karin walked into the living room. Smells of ham and eggs flowed from the kitchen. She heard Anne and Suzanne's chatting as they prepared breakfast. Karin entered the kitchen.
"Hi. You two are up early, aren't you."
"Good morning, Karin," said Suzanne. "Would you like breakfast."
Suzanne spoke with a French accent. She and Anne were natives of Paris who came to Boston as part of a student exchange program. The two girls had attended school together in France; now they were roommates while studying in America.
"Thanks," Karin replied. "It smells delicious."
The three girls sat down to the breakfast table to partake in the morning feast. Anne giggled as she bit into her toast.
"What's so funny?" Karin asked.
"Suzanne and I were discussing the guest list for our next party. We were thinking of inviting Charlotte and Marie."
Karin's eyes grew wide with surprise.
"That's a good idea," she said, "but I thought you objected to straight people."
"No no, Karin, you have it wrong," Anne interjected. "We object to those with narrow minds. We spoke with Charlotte yesterday and her mind is far from narrow." She lowered her tone to one of confidentiality. "And Karin, I even think one might make a pass at her with a fair chance of success. She is ripe for the joys of her sisters."
"What makes you say that?" Karin almost trembled as she asked the question.
"She was complaining to me about men the other day," Anne replied. "I asked her if she had ever considered making love to a woman, and she said that she was so fed up with men that she would do it if she met the right woman."
"Really," Karin remarked, trying to sound casual.
Anne and Suzanne passed each other glances. They were both aware that Karin had passionate attraction for Charlotte that she was afraid to admit because she knew that Charlotte was a heterosexual. Karin was a lesbian.
So were Anne and Suzanne, but they differed from their American roommate in this respect: they fucked women as they fucked men, both joying in the delights of both sexes equally, but Karin strictly fucked women. A male body had no attraction for her. She loved the creamy delights of a sister's flesh.
Karin and Charlotte had developed a close friendship, based on a mutual dissatisfaction with life in general. At the heart of both their complaints was loneliness, the loneliness of life without a lover of both heart and body. Karin had never admitted to Charlotte that she sought a woman as her life's companion, for she was afraid to reveal that she thought of Charlotte as a potential lover, afraid of scaring her away.
Charlotte and Marie, however, knew that Karin was a lesbian, for they had heard all the campus rumors and had seen her going in and out with her various lovers. And of course, everyone knew about Anne and Suzanne and the wild parties they held; sometimes Charlotte and Marie could hear the wild sounds of orgiastic delight coming from the apartment in the middle of the night. And strange people were always going in and out.
So Charlotte had not been suprised when Anne had broached the subject with her. Anne had knocked on Charlotte's door, the night of Marie's date with Kevin, to borrow a roll of toilet paper. Charlotte, desiring some company, had invited her to have some coffee.
"I'm awfully glad you came by," Charlotte said, pouring the steaming black liquid. "Marie has a date and I didn't feel like being alone."
"Then I am so glad too," Anne replied. "I have often wanted to get to know you and Marie better."
"Well, feel free to come on over any time," said Charlotte.
The girls sipped the hot liquid.
"Tell me," Anne asked, "are you and Marie lovers?"
Charlotte was a little surprised by the question, but she kept her composure.
"No." A pause. "I bear that you and Suzanne are, though.."
"What one hears and what actually is are two different things," Anne replied. "Do you think what you hear is true?"
"Well, you asked me, now I'll ask you. Is it true? Are you and Suzanne lovers?"
"Yes, we are," Anne replied. "Are you shocked?"
"No, of course not," Charlotte replied. "I think it's great that you can be so open about it."
"There's nothing to hide," Anne told her. "I am not ashamed of what I do. It's funny, the things people are afraid to admit about themselves. Take Karin, for instance. She is afraid to tell people, afraid they will look down on her. Me and Suzanne, we tell her that she should be the one looking down on people with ignorant minds; yet, she begs us to keep her secret."
Charlotte pondered over Anne's words as she spoke. She and Karin had become close friends and Karin had hinted at something like this for a long time. Charlotte had not been anxious to press the matter, as she suspected that Karin was after her ass. She didn't need any more complications in her life. She could think of no way to ruin a good friendship as readily as having to reject the advances of a lesbian she liked.
"But you don't keep her secret for her," Charlotte suddenly observed.
Anne laughed. "No, I tell you, is that what you mean? But you see, Charlotte, I think the whole idea of secrecy is absurd. I cannot take it seriously. Poor little Karin would be quite perturbed if she knew of this conversation, but that is no reason for us not to be frank with each other."
"It seems to me that you went out of your way to reveal it to me," Charlotte remarked. She was not sure she approved of Anne's fickle attitude towards her friend.
"And what of it? Do you think any less of Karin?"
"No. I always suspected she was gay; now I know for sure."
"Yes. Now you know for sure," Anne repeated. "And how about you? Have you never been tempted by a woman's charms?"
"Have I ever wanted to fuck a woman?" Charlotte asked.
Anne nodded.
"I don't know. I never thought about it, really." Charlotte found herself feeling uncomfortable, trying not to show that the topic under discussion made her uncomfortable. Anne picked up on it and used it to her own advantage.
"Charlotte," she said, "I do believe you have repressed desires."
"I don't think so," Charlotte said, shaking her head. She wished Anne would go home.
Anne had overstayed her welcome.
"Tell me about the men in your life, then," Anne requested. "Would fucking a desirable woman be so different than fucking a desirable man? The answer is yes, of course. Different in an exciting erotic way. Suzanne and I, we indulge in both sexes-it's the only way to live. Karin, you see, only loves women. She is as repressed as you are, in that way."
"I don't think I'm repressed," Charlotte argued.
"Then why do you object to the sensual joys of the female so intently?"
"I don't object. I just don't feel inclined to it myself, that's all." Charlotte was becoming angry. "What is this third degree anyway? Can't you just be content that I accept you the way you are and do the same for me?"
Anne laughed. "Don't take it so seriously, Charlotte. I accept you the way you are. What is it to me that you deprive yourself of a whole realm of sensual joys. I am not such a fool myself." The sarcastic echo of Charlotte's words did not go unnoticed.
"I'm not a fool because I don't want to fuck women," Charlotte declared. "And you needn't be so pretentious about it either, as if you've discovered some wonderful way of life that everybody else isn't on to. Most people are heterosexual, and happy that way."
"Not so," Anne claimed. "Most people are heterosexual and miserable. I am not saying that bisexuality will make them happier, but it would certainly make life more interesting. Look at me and Suzanne. We are lovers-we live together. We both seek out lovers of both sexes, exciting and desirable men and women, to share in the wonder of sexual sensation. It helps pass the time."
"Well, you can pass the time with women. I prefer men," said Charlotte.
"Oh, but you see, that's just it. Men aren't always available. So what is one to do? Remain celibate? No, of course not. So a woman can masturbate. But that becomes dull, unexciting. It lacks the stimulation of another horny animal besides oneself. So the next step is to find another horny being."
Charlotte looked intently at Anne's face. Her voice was growing quite serious and had lost the tone of teasing.
"That's what happened to Suzanne and me," Anne continued. "We were schoolgirls in Paris. Neither of us had had a boyfriend for months. So we turned to each other. I remember it well-we talked about it, as a joke. Then we thought, why not? What's to stop us? Why not try it? If we don't like it, we never have to do it again."
"That makes sense," Charlotte had to agree.
"It was glorious," Anne declared. "Making love to Suzanne was a joy. She is a highly sensual being, very stimulating, very erotic. Her very moans drive me to a frenzy of passion'. Many men are unable to provide me with the enjoyment she is able to."
"So it worked out for you," said Charlotte. "That's good. That's not what I'm arguing about."
"There is nothing to argue about," insisted Anne. "I have everything you have, plus more. That is the fact."
Charlotte remained silent. There was no way to refute what Anne was saying. But she didn't want to admit that it was true.
"Come now," said Anne. "Don't you ever wonder about it, what it's like?"
"I do, sometimes," Charlotte admitted.
"Don't you ever feel tempted to try it out?"
Charlotte hesitated. Then she spoke.
"Only when I'm fed up with men," she said. "Then I think of the women I know and like and I wonder why I can't get my kicks with them. But I never do anything about it. I know I really don't want to."
"Seriously, is it because you don't want to or because you don't want to want to. Be honest with yourself," said Anne.
"I don't know." Charlotte shook her head, then laughed. "You've gotten me so confused, I don't know what I think or what I want."
"Consider the possibility, Charlotte. I know Karin is dying for a piece of your ass-why don't you try it out with her? A more tender and compassionate lover I don't know of."
"Well, that's going a bit further than I'm ready for," Charlotte replied. "This is just at the thinking stage. But I'm getting so fed up with men, that I don't know what I might do."
"This is a far cry from the way you were speaking before," Anne remarked.
"Is it?" Charlotte asked. "I guess it is. I guess you were right, I was repressing things. The truth is, I had a dream about fucking Marie last week and I can't get it from my mind. I'm sorry I was so difficult."
"Don't be sorry," Anne said. "You're okay, you know. It's not many who will admit to being wrong."
"Now, I'm not admitting I was wrong," Answered Charlotte, laughing. "I just wasn't behaving like my open-minded sensible self. And that dream does make me think, that much I will admit. One of these days, who knows?"
"Well, if you ever decide to fuck a girl, come on over. One of us will be happy to oblige you," said Anne.
"Thanks," Charlotte laughed.
"No thanks needed. You are very desirable."
Anne had left Charlotte afterwards, thinking that she and Suzanne ought to invite her to their next party. She was a nice person with enough good humor to admit her mistakes. And having another woman to fuck, right next door, would be a very convenient thing. Who knows, maybe Marie would come too and they both would turn lesbian. It was a nice thought.
But this morning, at the breakfast table, Suzanne and Anne were interested in Karin's reaction to the idea. They knew she was attracted to Charlotte in both body and soul. They found it amusing.
"Let me invite them," Karin insisted, as Suzanne looked at Anne from out of the corner of her eye.
"Why don't you," said Suzanne. "You and Charlotte are pretty good friends, are you not?"
"We're very close," Karin replied.
"We're going to visit Greg," Anne said, as she cleared the table. "Do you want to come along?"
"You know I don't like men," said Karin. Greg was a young stud that the two coeds were fond of fucking together. They were always trying to get Karin to try out a man, at least when there were other women involved. She was missing so much.
"Suit yourself," said Anne.
Karin went from the kitchen back to her bedroom. Lying on her bed, she thought about her sexuality. Anne and Suzanne were always trying to persuade her to have sex with a man. She had sworn off men from the time she discovered she was a lesbian and didn't intend to have anything to do with them.
Anne and Suzanne would remind her that she could get off mostly on the women involved in the group sex, but Karin still did not want to go. Men were never very nice to her and they weren't apt to start being nice at this late date. Karin was not an attractive woman and had always been hurt by the inattention of the opposite sex.
She thought back to her first lesbian experience. She had been in high school and was madly in love with a boy in her math class. He never gave her a tumble. Billy, that was his name, always treated her like she was an asexual creature without an ounce of erotic feeling in her body. She could not stand the condescension of his manner; she was not treated as one of the boys, but she was not treated as one of the girls either. All the boys at school treated her like this, but it was Billy that mattered most.
Karin remembered the day she had turned lesbian. Billy had asked this silly stupid girl with a beautiful face and sexy figure to the school dance. Karin had been very hurt, for she had helped Billy with his math homework all semester, trying to attract his notice.
She went to a park after school, too upset to go home. She was horny, very horny, and she was sick of masturbating. She just could not take it any longer. Karin sat on the park bench, crying. A pretty blonde woman, about thirty years old, came up to her.
"Honey, what's the matter? Are you sick?"
"No, no," Karin sobbed, quickly wiping her eyes. "I'll be alright."
Karin was embarrassed that someone had seen her give vent to her deep despair. She tried to recover herself.
"Something got you down?" the woman asked. "What is it, boys?"
There was something in the woman's tone that made Karin know she would understand.
"Yes. They never ask me out. I wish I was dead."
The woman let Karin cry on her shoulder. When she had calmed down, choking little heaves, the woman again addressed her.
"I'm Lucy," she said. "What's your name?"
"Karin."
"Listen, Karin," said Lucy. "You need to talk to somebody, don't you?" Karin nodded.
"Well, it's awfully cold out here. I live about a block away. Come to my apartment and I'll make you hot chocolate. Then you can tell me all about it."
Karin looked up at Lucy. She was blonde and beautiful and had kind eyes. Karin was sixteen and flattered by the interest the older woman was taking in her. She decided to accept the invitation.
Sitting at the table, drinking hot chocolate, Lucy quizzed Karin about her troubles with boys.
"You say they never ask you out. I can't understand why. You're a lovely girl."
"I'm not pretty, like Clara Roberts."
"Who's she?" Lucy had asked.
"She's an idiot, but Billy's taking her to the dance Saturday night."
"Listen Karin," said Lucy. "You are so pretty. Everybody has a bit more of one quality than they do of another. You aren't the most beautiful girl in the world, but you can make yourself attractive by concentrating on your other qualities."
"I'm very shy. I have trouble making friends."
"Nonsense," Lucy remarked. "We made friends quite easily, didn't we now."
Karin nodded. She felt flattered that the beautiful woman with the sparkling yellow hair should be paying so much attention to her.
"And you are attractive," said Lucy, stroking Karin's forehead. "Why don't you comb your hair in a style that's more flattering to your face?"
Lucy removed the rubberband that held Karin's hair in a pony tail. She ran her fingers through her brown hair, rubbing Karin's scalp with her fingernails.
Karin stared into Lucy's green mysterious eyes. There was something there that scared her, but she couldn't figure out what it was. The touch of Lucy's hand on her brow was soothing, however, and she did not want to move.
"Karin," said Lucy, in a low breathless tone, "do you know what a lesbian is?"
Karin jumped up. She realized why Lucy was being so nice to her, why she had taken her home. She felt threatened.
"Yes."-
"What do you think of the idea?"
"I think it's wrong," Karin had said.
"What if I told you that I'm a lesbian?" Lucy had asked.
Karin was speechless. Her tongue was tied. She didn't know what to say.
"But, but, you're so pretty!" she finally exclaimed.
Lucy laughed. "And you thought all lesbians were ugly old dykes?" she asked.
Karin nodded, embarrassed.
"Well, now you know we're not. It's an ugly lie, to scare kids like you from making exciting new discoveries. Karin, would you let me make love to you? I find you very attractive."
Lucy put a hand over the firm tender tit, cupping and squeezing the gentle young flesh. Karin felt frightened, but excited too. She had always wondered what it would feel like for someone to touch her there. She had always imagined that it would be a boy's fingers, rubbing and grazing her hot tingling titty flesh, but now that a woman's hands were rubbing her secret parts, it was more exciting than she ever could have dreamed.
"I, I don't know," Karin stammered, unsure of herself. She knew it would be wrong, but something inside was very curious.
"Let me show you how desirable you are," Lucy implored, running the fingers of her other hand lightly across Karin's creamy neck.
"Don't," said Karin suddenly, pulling away.
"Karin," said Lucy, "I have many lovers. If you'd rather I left you alone, I will. But I do want you to know that I'm very attracted to you. Don't be put off by the stories you've heard. There's nothing wrong with women loving each other. We'll have a wonderful time, if you'll only relax."
"I want to, I think," Karin had said, "but I'm afraid."
"There's nothing to be afraid of," replied Lucy, taking Karin's face in her hands. "I'll make you feel so nice, really I will."
Karin was numb with indecision. Lucy tenderly lifted the pink face and kissed Karin's wet lips. Karin felt Lucy's tongue slither inside her mouth, sensuously exploring her wet inner flesh. Slowly, tentatively, Karin began to respond.
She opened her mouth and kissed Lucy back, cautiously, as if she were trying it out for size. Lucy was stirred to a passion by Karin's response. She furiously burnt her lips against the girls, thrusting her hot eager tongue in Karin's tender mouth. She sought Karin's tongue and wrestled with it.
Karin felt hot shocks of stabbing delight tingle in her thighs. Her pink little clitoris grew pert and excited. Karin's cunt throbbed with desire.
Why not? Why shouldn't she go through with this? The worst that could happen would be that she wouldn't like it. Nothing would be lost-in fact, something would be gained. Karin would have had a lesbian experience and know what to think of it first hand.
She slowly put her arms around Lucy's neck; the older woman groaned with excitement. Lucy's hot frantic mouth roamed Karin's milky neck, scanned her creamy shoulders. Lucy's teeth nibbled on the ruddy flesh of the teenage virgin. She quietly unbuttoned Karin's blouse and slipped her hand inside, under the bra, to feel the hot soft titty flesh.
Lucy squeezed the nipples, firm and brown. Karin felt darts of tingling sensation shoot through her boobs. She wondered what it would feel like to touch Lucy's monster breasts.
She put her hand on Lucy's arm so that her fingers lightly brushed over her tits. Lucy understood.
"It's allright, honey," she said, taking Karin's hand and slipping it inside her blouse. "Feel me good, Karin, baby. Make me hot, squeeze my titties."
Karin gripped the bouncy hot tit. Lucy moaned with delight. The hard massive nipple felt bumpy but good. Lucy writhed, growing hotter by the second. It was a good feeling, making her moan like that. Karin thought that she was making Lucy feel all tingly the way Lucy was making her feel. It was a good feeling.
"Take off your clothes, Karin," whispered Lucy, as she momentarily broke the embrace to strip. She wildly flung her clothes to the side.
Karin gazed at her sleek sexy body. Her pear-shaped tits were round and soft, with brown pointy tits. Her waist was small and her curves protruding. But Karin found the soft furry muff of yellow pussy hair the most fascinating. The tiny wiry strands curled in soft inviting wisps around Lucy's hot pot of honey. Karin wondered what it would feel like to touch it. She supposed she would soon find out.
Karin was shy about taking her own clothes off, worrying that Lucy would find her body unattractive. But she was in this too far to back out now; besides, she was hot and horny, desiring to be fucked. She forced herself to undress.
Much to her relief, Lucy went wild over her naked flesh. She stood Karin in the middle of the living room, and slowly walked around her, sighing with satisfaction.
"Exquisite!" she cried with delight. "Don't worry about your looks, my dear. You have a fabulous figure."
Karin blushed with happy acceptance of the praise. She was glad she had done this. Even better, she had the best still to come. Karin now looked forward to fucking Lucy with no reservations.
"In the bedroom," said Lucy, throatily.
Karin dreamily followed her inside. For once in her life, she felt wanted, desired, beautiful. Lucy made her feel like a princess, the way she had admired Karin's body. Karin's tingling pussy was starting to cream, wet with love drippings, anxious for the touch of the older woman.
Lucy sat on the bed, spreading open her arms and legs, imploring the girl to her bosom.
"Come, Karin," she said, "come to me. Let me love you. Let us love each other."
Karin hesitated, but only for a moment. She flew into Lucy's arms, passionately writhing her young hungry body against the lovely older woman. Panting with lust, Karin gnawed at Lucy's neck flesh, squeezing her hot hard tit nipples with her fingers.
"Suck one," Lucy said, "put it in your mouth and bite it."
Karin bent her head and buried her mouth in the huge round ball of hot meat. She sank her teeth into the large brown nipple, feeling the tiny hard bumps with her sensitive lips. Her tongue roamed the tiny hills and valleys, hungry for the tast of tender hot titty. Karin had never known it would be this good.
"Eat me," Lucy moaned. "Suck my pussy, Karin darling."
Lucy showed Karin how to turn her body around, so that her mouth was right on top of Lucy's hot deliciously throbbing cunt. She helped Karin place her own tingling pussy right above Lucy's eager tongue.
"Lick me, eat me, suck me out. I'll do the same for you, while you do it for me. Well send each other to outer space. Well launch each other's rocket."
Lucy hungrily stuck out her tongue and lapped at the warm moist pussy lips. She tasted the creamy liquid sticking the wiry dark pussy hairs together. Lucy loved the taste of Karin's furry snatch.
Karin felt flashes of burning delight throb in her hot twat as Lucy lapped at the moist flesh. She was slowly by degrees, inch by inch, making her way inside. The strong eager tongue rubbed against the sensitive clit, hot with tingling excitement. Karin moaned with lust.
Karin sniffed at Lucy's pulsing pussy-she knew she was waiting to be licked. She stuck out her tongue and touched the outer pussy lip with the tip. To her surprise, it tasted warm and inviting.
Karin felt the hot eager tongue penetrate further and further inside her hot hungry cunt hole. Her hot cunt was welling with anticipation; the tension was mounting. Karin was so grateful, she wanted to make Lucy feel as good. She pushed her tongue forth, deep inside Lucy's creamy throbbing pussy.
Karin's writhing tongue frantically licked the hot inner meat of Lucy's throbbing snatch. Suddenly, she came across the steaming hot chasm, the mystic tunnel of passion. She plunged her tongue inside, feeling the hot walls throb against her tastebuds. The hot pounding meat burning against her slithering tongue was very exciting. Karin felt flames of lewd passion shoot through her legs, up to her thighs.
The two females licked each other out, frantically sucking at each other's pussy while they grew hot with sizzling excitment. Karin had never been so dizzy and mad with lust in her life. She could feel the hot throbbing licks of approaching orgasm as Lucy tongued her tingling clit.
Lucy moaned and groaned, screeching out with passion as she came. Her pussy creamed and dripped, Karin's tongue lapping up the hot sizzling juices. Karin felt her own orgasm, but the screams of joy remained in her head. Her muscles streched so far in climax, that she thought the would rip and tear to shreds. They were pulling apart with passion.
After it was over, Karin and Lucy sat in bed together, naked and smoking cigarettes. They talked about things-Karin admitted she felt much better for having fucked the woman. She now, no longer felt unattractive, like the ugly duckling. A lovely creature like Lucy had found her desirable-what did she care about boys like Billy?
She would never think about boys again. She knew now where her future was. She only needed to find a soft, understanding woman to take care of and love. She would never be taken in by men again.
CHAPTER THREE
Karin lay on her bed, thinking nostalgically about that first experience. Lucy had proved to be a good friend as well as a fantastic lover, and the affair had lasted for several months. It ended when Lucy moved to a different city.
Karin had then been forced to seek sex again, but this time, she wasn't interested in men. But a funny thing happened; they started asking her out. Karin figured she'd give it a try, but sex with boys never turned her on the way Lucy had. After the fifth or sixth time in bed with a guy, the fifth or sixth failure, Karin decided she was through with men. From now on, she would get her kicks soley with women.
And Karin had kept that-resolution. Once or twice, she had been tempted to break it, but the men had always turned out to be bastards and she was glad she had not given in. She was satisfied with nice warm pussy and didn't feel a thing for fat juicy cock.
But after a while, fucking one hot twat after another had grown boring. Karin was sick of superficial relationships. She wanted to meet a woman lover for a permanent relationship.
She had met Charlotte doing laundry one day and the two college girls had become fast friends. Karin could tell right away that Charlotte was straight; all she did was talk about men. But as the friendship became more open and Karin got to know Charlotte better, the attraction became an obsession.
Charlotte was warm and understanding, tender and compassionate. Karin had never derived such satisfaction from conversation before. Never had exchanging confidences been such a pleasure. Karin could hardly refrain from grabbing Charlotte and madly kissing her sweet lips with gratitude. She liked Charlotte more than any other person she knew.
But she knew that if she let Charlotte know about her lesbian desires, she would lose even her friendship. So Karin let matters remain as they were and didn't say a thing. She brooded in silence over her disappointment. And every time she saw Charlotte with a man, her heart turned green with envy.
Anne and Suzanne knew Karin well enough to recognize what was going on. They picked up all the little tell-tale signs she gave out unawares. Suzanne noticed the way she stared at Charlotte and the hungry look in her eye. Anne picked up the hesitation in Karin's voice whenever she and Charlotte discussed Charlotte's sex life with men. Together, both French friends made fun of their roommate's mad passion.
Suzanne and Anne loved the pleasures of a woman's hot flesh-they dug sinking their hungry mouths into wet hot pussy. But they were not the types to sit around mooning over one unobtainable pussy when there were hundreds to be had. And they could never understand Karin's firm resistance to men. Anne and Suzanne considered their roommate to be a very strange person.
They first met Karin at a party a friend of theirs had given. At the time, Karin was having a brief affair with a slender frail girl who was a friend of the host. She was looking for an apartment and their current roommate was going back to France. Anne and Suzanne had invited her to move in, figuring they had added another swinger to the pad. They had even looked upon Karin as an improvement, for Anouk had been straight.
But how wrong they had been about Karin! She was quiet and shy and kept to herself. She refused to participate in the wild sex parties that were the delight of the two girls. At times, infrequently however, they could persuade her to join in for a romping threesome. But never could Anne and Suzanne convince Karin to have anything sexual to do when even a single man was involved. It was so annoying! What a drag to have a luscious body right in the same apartment, but absolutely useless. There were so many interesting things they could do--the more bodies involved, the more things. But Karin refused.
Anne and Suzanne couldn't see it, for they loved sex, be it with hot cock or dripping pussy. They loved touching bodies and rubbing parts-they would take whichever kind they could get. Of course they had their moods. Sometimes, Anne thought she would positively die if she didn't get her hands on hot throbbing cunt, and hot male meat would serve no comfort. Other times, Suzanne lusted for a thick meaty prick sticking up her pussy, and female tongues were absolutely useless to her. But when you got right down to it, the girls really couldn't say which they preferred. It was stupid, really, to make a choice when they could have both.
Anne and Suzanne sat on the bus, on their way to visit Greg for a session full of promise. Greg was very uninhibited and pulled no punches. It was a joy to have sex with him. He had taken a little trip and the girls had not seen him for months. They were looking forward to the afternoon of hot kicks.
"Can't wait to see Gregory," Suzanne cooed, with her cute French accent.
"It takes about twenty minutes to get there. Did you say he had some coke?"
"Yes," Suzanne replied.
"That's wonderful," Ann remarked. "Karin, stupid girl! She should have come along."
"She's impossible, Anne," Suzanne insisted. "I give up trying to help her."
"You're right," Anne agreed. "She's hopeless."
"Remember how she was, when we first met?"
"Yes, I do. And I also remember the disgust in her eye when we told her we found men as exciting as we found women."
"She was full of feminist clap-trap, as the saying goes," remarked Suzanne. "Men the enemy of women! Ten!"
Anne laughed. "I know. Poor female. She never learned how to handle them. Never developed her power over them. Men don't scare me."
"Well, ma cherie," said Suzanne, "you make mince meat of them."
Anne giggled. "I learned all I know from you."
"We learned together and helped each other develop our talents," Suzanne said.
The girls laughed gleefully. It gave them a wonderful sense of power knowing that they could manipulate most men they met by using their sexy bodies and desirable faces. But it was more than that. The girls had developed a special charm, a sexual charisma, that they could control with the efficiency of an expert. Each knew what had to be done to get what one wanted. Each had that special perception that enabled her to judge what each individual man required.
They smiled, knowing their thoughts ran the same course.
"But of course," Suzanne suddenly said, "you realize that not all men are subject to manipulation."
"Suzanne," replied Anne, "of course I do. Those are the ones I like best. They are the most exciting. No man can manipulate me without a struggle. I like a man to try. I like to match wits."
"Yes," said Suzanne, "you are right. Those are the fascinating ones. But they are few and far between."
There was a moment of silence, perhaps in respectful memory to those few precious souls, men who did not let desirable women master them in their passion. They were by far the most exciting fucks.
"Did you see the look on Karin's face when I told her about Charlotte?" Anne suddenly asked.
"Yes. I thought she would come in her pants," Suzanne remarked. The girls snickered.
"I wonder if she'll get her wish," Anne reflected.
"Do you mean, will Charlotte fuck her?" asked Suzanne. "Yes."
"I don't know. You were the one who talked to her. What do you think?"
"I think," said Anne, "that Charlotte is likely to try women, even likely to try Karin. But I doubt that she will become involved with Karin the way Karin would like. Charlotte may become like us, but she will never become like Karin. Why change from men to women when one can have them both?"
"You delight me, my lamb," Suzanne replied, "with your impeccable logic. But Charlotte has a kind heart and has listened to Karin in her depressions. You never can tell."
"I don't understand these people," Anne declared, shaking her head. "I can never discover why they place so much emphasis on the inclinations of the spirit when it is physical love they seek."
"It's insecurity. They are afraid to be alone, so they seek to bind someone to them forever. You and I know how ridiculous such an attempt is, how futile. One is forever free, in actuality. How silly, how useless to pledge oneself forever," Suzanne replied.
"And yet," Anne noted, "we have been together for many years."
"But ah, my pet, that is because we make no pledges. We allow each other the proper freedom. Allow! What am I saying? We recognize that such freedom exists. And we admire and respect each other for that reason, as well as others. That is why we have been together for so long."
"Yes Suzanne," said Anne, "that and our lack of absurd jealousy have kept our hearts near to each other."
"Why should I be jealous?" asked Suzanne emphatically. "What reason have you to be jealous? The pleasures of the flesh are immense-I wish you as my loving friend, my sweet pet, to enjoy whatever delights you can. How silly of me to resent the being that can supply my heart's delight with such joy! I tell you, people are mad."
"Poor little Karin," Anne remarked. "She wastes her time mooning over what she doesn't have, failing to partake in the vast pleasures available to her. I do believe she's jealous of the affection we share."
"Silly child!" Suzanne exclaimed. "We manage to stay so true and loyal by allowing each other perfect freedom. She will never have what we have because she's too much of a parasite. She feeds off others for her emotional support. That's why she's been so down lately, no one to feed off of."
One might suppose that Anne and Suzanne were a little hard on poor Karin, for after all, she did not possess the self-confidence that enabled the two French ladies to go it alone. Anne would be bothered if Suzanne left her for another, but she would make it her business to find another close friend. If necessary, she could manage without one for a while.
Suzanne felt the same. She needed no one but herself to manage her life. Losing Anne would be a disappointment, but it would not affect her happiness. This mutual independence of mind enabled the girls to be free of cankerous jealousy. That's why their friendship had lasted so long-they never interfered, or felt they had a right to interfere, in each other's personal business.
But Karin was different. She needed someone to assure her, someone to confide in, someone to make her feel loved. She had no security in her powers of sexual attraction, no trust in her own spirit. She was afraid of life by herself.
But her clinging necessity was precisely what scared people away. Most people were not like Karin. They weren't prepared to devote themselves totally to another human being. She couldn't understand it. She thought such people were cold and selfish. Karin didn't understand that everyone is alone. She didn't perceive that emotions were changeable, even thought relationships could be maintained over long periods of time. Karin thought one pledged one's love forever, not seeing that love could change and fade.
After her roommates had left, Karin came into the living room. She thought about what Anne had said about Charlotte. Could it possibly be true? Was Charlotte interested in learning the joys of lesbianism? If so, Karin knew she had to be the one to teach her. Karin wanted to love Charlotte so bad, wanted Charlotte to love her so bad, that she could scarcely see anything else. They were already true and close friends. It was inevitable that they should become lovers.
Karin walked to the door. She would go see Charlotte now, hoping that she would be willing to talk about her desires for women with her. Charlotte would have to agree that men were not worth the agony they caused. Who needed them? A woman could only trust another woman not to hurt her, not to be cruel and heartless. Only another woman could understand what it was like, only another woman could muster the proper sympathy. Men led totally privileged lives, in comparison. Their privileges depended upon the oppression of women. It would be foolish to trust one for a second. .
Karin hesitated as she was about to turn the knob. Now would be the wrong time to go. Marie would be there. Charlotte and Marie were close friends and Karin was jealous. She didn't like Marie. Marie seemed cold and selfish. She wondered what a warm person like Charlotte saw in her.
"Charlotte, are you up?" said Marie, in a loud voice.
"I am now, big mouth," Charlotte retorted. "I want to talk with you. I'm steaming."
"How was last night?" Charlotte asked. Marie groaned.
"That bad," said Charlotte. "Worse."
"Did you fuck him?"
"Getting right down to basics," Marie wryly remarked. "Yes."
"How was he?"
"Fantastic."
"So what's the problem?" Charlotte sat up. Marie sat on the edge of her bed.
"He hadn't pulled his prick out five minutes ago when he practically kicked me out of the apartment. I'm so furious I could scream." Marie's cheeks blazed with anger. Her eyes shot fire.
"Calm down," said Charlotte, "there's nothing you can do about it now."
"I know," whined Marie, "but it's so frustrating. Every time a guy is good in bed, it's a one night slam. I'm sick of it."
"I know how you feel," Charlotte consoled, knowing that she wasn't very consoling.
"I don't understand it," Marie complained. "What are they afraid of? What does he think, that I want to marry him? I hardly know him. I just want to smash something."
"Just forget it," said Charlotte. "There's nothing else you can do."
"I know," said Marie, "but it's so hard to stop thinking about it. What's wrong with all the men?"
"I wish I knew."
"It just seems that every time I meet someone half-way decent, he pulls some kind of asshole stunt like this on me."
"I know," said Charlotte. "Me too."
"I know," said Marie. ""That's what's so depressing. If it only happened to me, I could blame it on myself, find something that I was doing wrong. But it happens to you and to Cindy and to Michelle and to every single woman I know."
"You'd think men would want women like us, women who aren't leechy. I don't know," said Charlotte, "I just want someone I like who's good for a steady lay. Just someone who's interesting and halfway decent in bed. Is that asking too much?"
"It must be," remarked Marie, sarcastically, "because the men don't stick around long enough to find out what we want. Our eyes must flash signs of warning or something. Beware of the possessive female! She wants your relationship to last longer than a day!"
"It just makes me sick," Charlotte declared. "It's so stupid. They're depriving themselves. What do they think, that I'll stop them from fucking other women? Sometimes I think that men get way ahead of themselves when it comes to women."
"Well, I guess some women are like that, so they learn to be careful," said Marie. "Some women imagine this whole big relationship, just because they're sleeping with a guy."
"That's true," agreed Charlotte. "But it still doesn't make sense. You'd think a man would be more likely to keep a sharp eye out for a woman who's not like that. You think they'd be glad to find us. It's not like we're lepers, or something."
"Well," said Marie, "I don't want to talk about it any more. But I'm going out of my mind. If I don't meet a decent guy soon, just one so I know they exist...."
"There's got to be one somewhere," said Charlotte. "Hopefully, even two."
"Well, if there's only one," Marie replied, smiling, "we'll have to share him."
"Better than nothing," Charlotte declared. "Hey Marie, guess who came to visit last night?"
"Who?"
"Anne."
"From across the hall?" Marie asked. "Uh huh. We had a very interesting conversation."
"What was it about?"
"She tried to talk me into going gay," Charlotte said.
"You're kidding! What did she say?"
"She made a pretty good case, actually. She said that it was stupid to confine youself to the pleasures of one sex when you could enjoy the pleasures of both. It makes sense, when you think about it."
"I don't know," Marie insisted. "Women just don't turn me on. I don't get horny looking at naked women."
"Neither do I," Charlotte replied. "But I wonder if it's because I don't let myself get horny."
"I don't think so," answered Marie. "You're getting too psychological. If you don't feel horny, why bother figuring put why? Just forget it."
"I would go along with that except for one thing," said Marie. "What's that?"
"I'm horny and frustrated from lack of men. So I have to get it somewhere else."
Marie looked dubious. "Maybe," she said, "but I don't think I'd have much fun in bed with a woman."
"Maybe, maybe not," said Charlotte.
"Are you going to try it?" asked Marie.
"I don't know. I might, if it presented itself to me and I was in a daring mood." Charlotte stood up and started getting dressed.
"You could fuck Karin," Marie suggested.
Charlotte laughed. "You fuck her. She's about as exciting as a dead door knob."
"Who would you fuck then?" Marie inquired.
"Oh, I don't know, Anne or Suzanne, I quess. Probably Anne, because she talked about it to me."
"Well, tell me all about it."
"I haven't decided to do it yet," laughed Charlotte. "I'm just thinking about it, that's all."
Anne and Suzanne smiled at each other as they rang the doorbell to Greg's apartment. They could hear the blare of loud rock music from within from behind the thick metal door. The odor of burning marijuana penetrated the air. It was just like Greg.
"Hey, outrageous," he said, as he opened the door and saw the two girls.
Anne and Suzanne walked into the apartment. Greg followed them to the living room. He had just gotten back after hitching cross-country and had not seen these friends of his for several months. He always enjoyed their company and was glad to see them.
"Anne, how you been?" he asked enthusiastically. "Suzanne? What have you been up to? I'm so glad you came."
"I told you we'd come," said Suzanne.
"Yea, but I thought you might be busy or something might come up." Greg smiled like a bashful little boy. "You know what I mean."
Suzanne smiled at him. He was positively endearing. Anne liked Greg too, but sometimes he got on her nerves. Not today, though, for she hadn't seen him in a long time and she liked him better than most people she met.
"And pass up some coke," Anne quipped, "oh, come now!"
The three friends laughed. Greg passed around the pipe he was smoking. The sweet scent of pot permeated the room. Anne took a toke and a smile of pleasure came over her face. It was one-toke stuff and she felt good. She handed the pipe to Suzanne.
As Suzanne sat puffing away, getting good and high, Greg got up and lowered the stereo. He came back and sat down in between the two girls. He put his hand in Suzanne's hair and stroked Anne's cheek.
"Now we can talk," he said. "Fantastic music, but there's so much to talk about."
"How did you like California?" asked Suzanne.
"It was great! Really. You should go."
"We're thinking of going next summer," said Anne.
"You should hitch," Greg declared. "It's the best way to see everything."
"Well, we've got time to think about it," laughed Suzanne.
"Gregory," said Anne, "we're having a party Saturday night. So cancel any other plans."
Gregory laughed. His eyes were twinkling. "Cancel my plans!" He fiegned indignation. "The nerve of this girl!"
The three of them laughed. Suzanne passed the pipe to Anne.
"Oh, I forgot about this," said Anne. "You must be very stoned, you pig. You kept it for so long."
"Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Any interesting new people?"
"A new roommate-wait till you meet her," Anne said. Suzanne had laid back on the couch and was intently listening to the music. Her body shook in rhythm to the music; she swayed her head, grooving on the beat.
"Oh, what's she like?" Greg inquired.
"Weird. Gay, not bi. Afraid of men. Thinks of herself as a liberated woman, big feminist and all, but she's afraid of men, really. She's got a crush on a straight neighbor, who's also invited. It should be a very interesting evening."
"Sounds fascinating," said. Greg, with a big sweep of the hand. "But enough of this shit for now, let's do some coke."
Suzanne's ears perked at the mention of the beloved substance. She sat up, erect and alert, waiting for Gregory to gather the equipment involved.
Gregory got up and went over to a table with a little drawer under the surface. He pulled out a small strip of tin foil and a straw. He came back to the sofa and laid the objects on the coffee table. The three of them slipped to the floor, so that their shoulders were level with the top of the coffee table. All three watched the proceedings with interest.
Gregory opened the foil and spilled a little bit of white crystaline powder on the table. It was finely cut and sparkled on the dark wood grain. Greg got up and went into the bathroom. He returned with a razor blade.
"What did you get that for?" asked Suzanne. "It's looks cut enough."
"To cut the straw," explained Greg.
"Oh," Greg sliced the plastic straw in three fairly equal parts. He handed one to each girl, keeping one for himself. Greg took the razor and separated the pile of white gleaming powder into three equal parts. He pushed one in front of Anne, one in front of Suzanne, and kept one before himself.
As soon as Suzanne got her bit of cocaine, she put one end of the straw over the powder and stuck another inside one nostril. She leaned over, close to the coke, and started sniffing. Meanwhile, Anne and Gregory were preparing to do the same thing.
Suzanne threw back her head and breathed deep. Then she repeated the process, this time using the other nostril. Greg and Anne followed suit. Soon, all three had used up their little piles of magic white powder.
After it was over, they got up on the sofa, smiling and beaming at each other. Everyone was feeling real good. Suzanne felt sharp tingles dart through her veins. Her blood was racing, her head spinning. She could feel the pangs of desire welling in her cunt.
The rock music blared from the speakers as Gregory got up and turned up the volume. He danced his way back to the sofa.
"There's nothing like the Stones," he declared, "when you're in the mood to fuck."
They all laughed. Anne looked at him with an animal glance, erotic and inviting. Suzanne coyly smiled.
"So you're in the mood to fuck," she said.
"Well," exclaimed Gregory, "aren't you?"
Suzanne breathlessly laughed. "Yes," she replied, "and I'm sick of talking about it."
Gregory sat down beside her and put his wet hot mouth over Suzanne's eager lips. He kissed her long and sensuously, thrilling at the way she wrestled her passionate moist tongue with his. Suzanne made little growling noises in her throat.
"Hmmm," mocked Anne, "sex-crazy bastards!"
Gregory pulled from Suzanne, laughing. He put his arm around Anne's waist and drew her closer to him. He nibbled on her earlobes, her neck, her pearl white throat. Her skin tasted soft and sultry. Gregory writhed and twisted in the heat of his passion.
Suzanne sensuously massaged Greg's back as she licked his ruddy back neck flesh with her hot slithering tongue. She roamed every inch of sweet-tasting flesh, his long thick hair tickling her nose. She bit-into a vein and sucked, rubbing her hot tits against his back.
They were locked in a threefold embrace, passionately involved in enjoying the carnal delights of their bodies. Suzanne was pinned with her back to the sofa as Greg pushed his hands up her blouse, feeling and squeezing the big brown boobs inside. She wriggled and writhed with the pleasure of his tender fingers pinching the flesh of her bumpy brown nipples, growing hard with excitement. She groaned with desire.
"Let's get down on the floor, all three," Anne whispered, as she nibbled on Greg's ear.
He turned to Suzanne. "On the floor." he said.
They jumped up from the sofa in unison. Greg pulled off his teeshirt and flung it aside. Suzanne ripped off her blouse. Anne had already thrown her blouse on the couch and was now tugging at her tight jeans, trying to slip them off her ass. Finally, three naked beings stared at each other with joy.
"Oh wow!" said Greg. "You two really knock me out. It's been a long time since I've fucked two girls at the same time."
Suzanne laughed. "There aren't many like us, are there, mon ami."
"That's for sure," said Greg. "You two are the most sensible sexy females I've ever come across. No petty jealousies, no silly hang-ups."
"What is there to be jealous of?" declared Anne. "We adore each other and adore you. All three delight in the charms of the flesh. Why resist temptation when it can just as easily be fulfilled?"
"Anne, my lamb," cried Suzanne, embracing the girl to her bosom, "delight of my heart, put your lips to my pot of passion and evoke the sweet juices of desire."
She lay down on the floor, spreading her legs apart. Anne sat between the milky thighs, stroking the wiry fluff of dark pussy hair. She rubbed her cheeks against the soft flesh of Suzanne's thighs, feeling the short curly stubbles with the tip of her nose. She stroked the hot pussy with tenderness.
"Come here Greg," she said. "Lay down on your back between Suzanne's legs. I'll go down on you and suck her cunt at the same time."
"Fantastic," cried Greg. Anne stood aside, letting Greg get into position. His loose flowing hair tickled Suzanne's sensitive pussy lips-she shrieked with desire.
"Heart of my soul! What an idea!" Suzanne writhed and wriggled in time to the music as her love partners positioned themselves. Anne got on top of Greg and put her hot twat over his growing manhood.
Greg rubbed his juicy thick prick, helping it grow hard and firm so it would be ready to penetrate deep inside the hot pot of treasure right above him. Anne could feel it growing stiff and erect against her thighs.
Anne put her fingers in Suzanne's moist snatch, playing with the sticky hot inner pussy flesh. She put her finger on Suzanne's hot little clit and pressed it like it was a button. Keeping her finger firmly in place, she rubbed it around in little circles. Suzanne moaned and twisted her hot body in an uncontrollable frenzy.
Greg's hot juicy male meat had grown thick and enormous, throbbing and pulsing with hot intent. He guided it to Anne's swollen cunt lips, spreading them apart with his hands. He dipped his prickhead just inside the entrance to Anne's hot hole.
Anne eased her pussy down over the thick pulsing rod. She felt her hot pot cover the sizzling stick of pleasure. She twisted her cunt like a screw, trying to get all ten thick inches buried within her. Greg scrunched up his back so he could nibble on her tits while she went down on him.
Finally, Anne felt Greg's firm dick sizzling tightly within her. Rubbing her pussy up and down against his stiff thick dick, she put her mouth in Suzanne's hot pot and lapped at the tender meat with her hot hungry tongue. Suzanne squealed in time to the music, writhing her body to its rhythm.
Anne rubbed her pussy against the stiff dick. Greg felt sharp stabs of tingling sensation burn his pulsing prick. His belly quivered and quaked with lewd passion. He was wild with lust. He heaved his prick up into Anne's hot chamber, thumping his hips against her smooth body. He frantically chewed on a thick juicy nipple.
Anne was furiously rubbing Suzanne's outer pussy as her eager thrusting tongue explored the inner meat. She frantically stroked the wiry hair, sticky with hot love drippings. Suzanne growled in lust.
"Faster, faster," she pleaded, "come on, fuck me, suck me. Anne, mon enfant, lick it clean, all the way up."
Greg grabbed Anne's buttocks with his hands and shoved her cunt further down on his thick throbbing prick. His red-hot cock sizzled and pulsed in her hot honey-pot. It felt like a time bomb, ready to go off.
Anne felt the hot thick stream of cum squirt up her hole, in short fast spurts. In a dizzy mad frenzy, she thrust her tongue hard up Suzanne's hot hole, as if it were a miniature penis. She rubbed the writhing slithering taster against Suzanne's burning pussy walls. Suzanne writhed and moaned, twisting her hips in lewd and wanton delight.
Anne felt the sharp stabs of hot stinging points penetrate her flesh; she felt the building delight of hot mounting lust. She screwed her grinding pussy over Greg's hot dick, sizzling with sensation. The hot licking flames consumed her twisting snatch.
Anne rubbed her lips against Suzanne's pert throbbing clit as she pushed her eager tongue in and out of Suzanne's pussy hole. Suzanne shrieked as the hot stabbing sensations overwhelmed her. She screamed in delight as the bubble burst in orgasmic pleasure. Suzanne's hot love juices tasted like ambrosia. Anne licked them up like a hungry cat.
Greg started to lose his hard-on; Anne eased her pussy off his dick as she felt it begin to go limp. She took her mouth from Suzette's pussy, pressing her palms to the floor for leverage. Suzanne sighed with satisfaction. Anne rolled over on her back, giggling with delight. Greg slid up beside Suzanne, his head rolling with laughter. They lay side by side, enjoying the aftermath of the fruit of their labors.
CHAPTER FOUR
Charlotte rang the doorbell of her three neighboring friends. Karin answered the door. She was surprised, but thrilled, to see Charlotte. But she tried to be calm.
"Charlotte, what a surprise!" she said. "Come in."
"Hi Karin," said Charlotte. "Is Anne here? I'd like to talk to her."
"No. She and Suzanne went out." Karin looked down to the floor for a minute. "Is there something on your mind?" she inquired, lifting it back up. "No, nothing in particular," replied Charlotte. "I just wanted to talk to her about something."
"Well, as long as you're here, why don't you stay for a while," said Karin. "Is something wrong? You can talk to me about it, if you want."
"Thanks, I'll stay for a while," said Charlotte, sitting down on a soft furry lounge chair. "No, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to talk to Anne."
Karin felt the unwelcome pangs of jealousy disturb her heart. She didn't like the idea of Charlotte becoming friendly with Anne. In fact, she didn't like the idea of Charlotte becoming friendly with anyone. She wanted to feel she was closer to Charlotte than any other person. She brushed the pangs aside. She was a nicer person than Anne-eventually, Charlotte would confide why she had come.
Charlotte sank into the comfortable chair, kicking her legs in the air. Karin watched her with pleasure. She adored the looseness of Charlotte's movements, the sensuality of her air. Her heart throbbed at the thought of her naked body.
"So Karin," spoke Charlotte, "is anything doing?"
"Not much," Karin replied. "We're having a party Saturday night. You and Marie are invited."
"Really?" said Charlotte. "I can't believe it."
"Why not?" Karin inquired.
"Well, you've had so many parties and you've never invited us before," Charlotte replied.
"I always wanted to ask you," said Karin, "but Anne and Suzanne were afraid that you'd disapprove."
"Disapprove of what?"
"They have some very strange friends who do some very strange things," Karin answered.
"Oh, come on now," Charlotte said. "I don't give a shit what someone else does as long as they don't inflict it on me. And neither does Marie," she added, with emphasis. ' Karin bristled within at the mention of Charlotte's best friend and roommate. She lowered her tone and spoke a little uneasily.
"Anne said that after talking to you last night, she's changed her opinion."
"Oh, that's good," Charlotte replied. "We had a good conversation. I like Anne a lot." Charlotte thought back. "I can see how she would think I'd disapprove, I guess," she laughed.
"She mentioned that you'd had a feminist conversation," said Karin, a bit uncertainly.
"A lesbian conversation, not a feminist one," Charlotte replied. "They're not the same thing, you know."
"I know," said Karin. "But sometimes I wonder."
"What do you wonder about?"
"Oh, why women are encouraged to think so highly of men, when all the while their sisters, warm and loving, are close at hand. It is kind of a male thing, the way we're conditioned into being their sex objects."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Charlotte replied. "I look at it this way. Men are important to me because I dig sex. I can understand why they've manipulated things so that women are available to be fucked. But it's up to the women themselves not to let men take advantage of them. It's the same thing with men who let women take advantage of them. And there are plenty of those, too. Just this morning, Marie and me were complaining that there's too many saps for men. We can't figure out what's wrong with them."
Karin glumly stared at the girl. "But why bother with men, if all you're interested in is sex? You can get that from another woman."
"Because I like men," Charlotte replied. "I don't resent that I'm regarded as a sex object, as long as that's not all I'm regarded as. I look at men as sex objects, so why shouldn't they look at me like that."
"I don't know," said Karin. "It seems to me that sex should be more meaningful than that, whether between men and women or women and women."
"Meaningful sex is nice," Charlotte remarked, "but there aren't always people around that you have meaningful relationships with. And then again, it depends what you consider a meaningful relationship."
"I mean a closeness-somebody you can talk to, somebody who understands. Someone you can trust."
"Well, according to that definition, Marie and me have a meaningful relationship." Karin looked distressed to hear it. "But I don't particularly want to fuck her," Charlotte added.
Karin sighed with relief. "Maybe you don't feel as close to her as you think. Otherwise, maybe you would want to fuck her."
Charlotte looked straight into Karin's eyes. "I don't think so," she replied, sensing the train of Karin's thoughts. She would try and set the confused girl straight. "I really dig Marie, but she doesn't turn me on. But if I ever went gay, I'd want Marie more than anyone I know."
"But don't you think it says something, that you don't want her." Karin was pushing it.
"I think it says that so far, I'm strictly heterosexual, that's all. I like Marie more than any woman I know."
Karin grew fidgety, sitting on the sofa. She found Charlotte's statement of affection for Marie disturbing.
"It's funny, the topic of this conversation," Charlotte said suddenly. "Me and Anne were talking about the very same thing, just last night. It's one of the reasons I came to see her."
"Really?" said Karin. "Why?"
"Well, she was trying to convince me to go bi, and she made a good case."
Karin grew nervous and excited upon hearing this.
"What did she say?" inquired the girl.
"She said that why fuck only men when you could double the fun by fucking men and women," Charlotte replied. "It makes sense, only I'm not sure that fucking women would be fun."
"That's because you're fighting it," Karin insisted.
"That's what Anne said, and I was wondering about her first experience with a woman."
"It was with Suzanne," said Karin. "They became lovers while schoolgirls together in Paris."
There was a silent pause. Charlotte glanced at Karin, wondering why she was so afraid to refer to herself as a lesbian. Surely, she must be aware that she and Marie had heard all the gossip about her. Charlotte wondered if she herself should force Karin to admit it. She decided to play games with the girl, to see if she could get her to admit it.
"How about you, Karin," asked Charlotte, a note of daring in her tone. "Which way do you go?"
Karin didn't know what to say. She didn't expect that Charlotte would come right out and directly ask her to her face. She knew she wouldn't lie, but she felt nervous about admitting it. It was stupid, really, as Charlotte was the last person bound to disapprove, especially after the conversation they'd been having. Karin had no excuse for remaining silent, yet her instincts told her not to reveal a thing.
"I, I, I dig women, myself," she said, not daring to look Charlotte in the face.
Charlotte raised her eyebrows. She didn't know which was more interesting: Karin's admission or the discomfort she obviously felt in discussing the subject. Charlotte continued to pursue it, wondering what Karin would do next.
"Only women? Don't you go for men at all?"
Karin shook her head. "I don't like men at all," she practically whispered.
"Well," said Charlotte, "that's your preference."
Karin looked up at Charlotte, a little surprised that her tone was not disapproving. "Yes, my preference," she repeated.
"Well, as long as you're happy with it, I don't see anything wrong with it," Charlotte said. She knew that Karin felt uncomfortable and was trying to make her see that she was feeling uncomfortable for nothing. Charlotte's opinion of her would not change, just because she knew Karin was gay.
Karin smiled appreciatively. That was what she loved about Charlotte. The girl always managed to make her feel good about herself, to accept herself for what she was. Charlotte always accepted anything Karin said, without moralizing. Karin could tell her everything, confess all her sins, as it were. Still, Charlotte would not think the less of her.
Charlotte provided Karin with a security she desperately needed, the security of knowing that anything she did was alright. Charlotte was the only one she could trust to understand.
Karin made her mistake in assuming that just because Charlotte was not a moralist by nature, she felt some special affection for Karin. Karin did not perceive that Charlotte would react the same way to anyone about almost anything. Charlotte's interest in Karin was only half-compassion; it was also half-psychological. Karin did not see that Charlotte patronized her, just a bit. Karin was so hard on herself, such a moralist in her own mind, that she could not conceive of understanding without coupling it with love. Unfortunately for her, it was a love that Charlotte did not possess.
"You know, Charlotte," Karin said, almost dreamily, "you're really a wonderful person."
"Not really," Charlotte smiled. "I just don't see anything wrong with people doing what they want, as long as they don't hurt anyone else."
"But not everyone is like that, you know," replied Karin.
"That's true," Charlotte admitted.
"You'd be surprised how many people look down on me, just because I'm a lesbian," Karin remarked.
"I'm not surprised," Charlotte declared. "There's a lot of ignorant people around. What surprised me is that you take them so seriously. I would think that you feel secure enough in your own decisions to laugh at the ignorance of those who would condemn you."
"It's harder than you think," Karin replied. Her voice trembled with emotion.
"Oh, I don't know," said Charlotte. "Anne doesn't worry about what other people think of her."
"Anne is crazy," Charlotte declared, with a hint of disgust in her voice. "She doesn't care about anything."
"You don't seem to like her," Charlotte noticed.
"She's very cold. Suzanne too. Maybe it's in their blood-T don't know.
"I believe that myth refers to their sexual appetites," Charlotte laughed. "But Anne, and Suzanne too, always seemed friendly to me."
"They're friendly, but when you get to know them well, you find out that they don't give a shit about anyone else but themselves." Karin sounded a little bitter, Charlotte thought.
"But you can't expect people to care about you the way they care about themselves," Charlotte insisted.
"Well, they don't care about anyone, except themselves," said Karin.
"How about each other? Don't they care about each other?" Charlotte asked.
"No, not really. They're supposed to be lovers, but you should see them battle it out when there's a piece of ass up for grabs.
They'd cut each other's throat for it," insisted Karin.
"All's fair in love and war," quipped Charlotte. "Look, they've done nothing to offend me, and I can only go by how they treat me."
Karin stared at the wall in silence. Charlotte could not know what it was like unless she lived with them. They were cold-hearted bitches who had no feeling or compassion. They were so selfish it was disgusting.
But Karin thought she would drop the subject. She didn't want to talk about Anne and Suzanne. She didn't want to talk about Marie. She didn't want to talk about anything else but her and Charlotte. She wondered how she could bring the conversation back to lesbianism.
"Charlotte, do you think you'll ever sleep with a woman?" she suddenly asked.
Charlotte thought for a while. "It's hard to say. I can't truly say that I would and I can't say that I wouldn't. It would depend on the situation. For instance, if I ever found myself in the spot where I wanted to fuck a particular woman, I would go ahead and do it. But I don't think it's something I would plan in advance. It would have to be spontaneous."
"Do you know any woman you think you'd like to make love with?" Karin asked.
Charlotte understood what she was getting at. She wondered if she should innocently evade the underlying meaning. She was in a daring mood. Charlotte thought she'd confront Karin.
"Is that an invitation?" she coyly replied.
Karin blushed, caught unawares.
"Don't be embarrassed," said Charlotte. "If that's what you meant, I'm flattered."
Karin smiled sheepishly. "I wouldn't mind making love to you. You're very appealing to me."
"Thank you. But no thanks, just the same."
Karin frowned. She had thought that Charlotte was going to sleep with her, that's why she had admitted it so openly. Charlotte's rejection shook her somewhat. Karin hastened to restore her face.
"I just thought if you wanted to try it out, I'd do you the favor," she said.
"Well, like I said, it would have to happen spontaneously. I'd have to be in the right place at the right time."
"It would be spontaneous if you decided to do it right now," Karin replied, still hoping.
"That's true," Charlotte had to agree.
Charlotte considered what Karin was saying to her. She had come across the hall to visit her neighbors, half-hoping that Anne would seduce her. Anne had not been home, but Charlotte had found her proposition. She wondered if she should take Karin up on her offer, just out of curiousity.
The trouble was, Charlotte just didn't find Karin appealing. Not that there was anything wrong with the girl; she just wasn't Charlotte's type of person. Karin was timid and shy, fearful of offending. Charlotte liked people who were confident and aggressive, daring and envigorating. Karin possessed none of these qualitites.
But then again, Charlotte considered, maybe that's just the reason you should do it with her. You wouldn't have to worry about your own performance. You could find out all about fucking a woman without feeling like a novice. Karin is bound to be more nervous than you would be.
Charlotte felt the old hormones stirring as she thought about what it would be like. It would be exciting, if for no other reason than its prohibitive position in society. Why not, she thought? Why judge something without first experiencing it? But with Karin? Charlotte was still dubious.
"I'll tell you something," said Charlotte to Karin. "I'm almost tempted. But what if it turned into a disaster or something?"
"Don't worry," Karin quickly said. "I'll be gentle and understanding with you. I realize it will be your first time."
Charlotte had to stifle the smile that was spreading on her face. She wasn't worried that Karin would be rough with her; she was worried that Karin would not be aggressive enough for her tastes. But what the hell. The worst that could happen would be that she wouldn't like it. She had wasted many an afternoon before. Why not take advantage of this opportunity?
"Okay," she said. "Go ahead, seduce me."
Karin stared at her, hardly believing her own ears. It was like a dream come true. It was a dream come true.
"I wouldn't want you to think of it like that," she finally said, "as a seduction."
"I'm only joking," Charlotte said. "Come on, what do we do? Should I take my clothes off?" Charlotte began unbuttoning her shirt. Karin's heart jumped with excitement and anticipation.
"Let's go into my room," said Karin, "in case someone comes home."
Charlotte followed Karin inside. Karin felt like she was living a dream. It was too good to be true, a fantasy come true. She had been dying to kiss Charlotte for months; now she would get to love her with her whole body. Karin creamed her panties in excitement.
Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed, stripping. She was quickly naked to the waist and Karin stared with joy at the hot bouncing tits, milk white with blue marble veins transparent through the soft skin. Her brown round nipples were pointy and enticing. Karin trembled as she anticipated stroking the hot flesh with her palm.
Charlotte unzipped her jeans and flung them on the floor, along with her panties. Once she made up her mind to do something, she put all reservations out of her mind. Now was no time to be nervous, for she knew it would interfere with the purity of the new experience. Besides, she knew there was nothing to be nervous about; just something new and strange to be excited about.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?" she said, looking up at Karin. She was not nervous about sleeping with a woman,-but the way Karin looked at her made Charlotte feel a little uncomfortable.
"Oh, yes, of course," said Karin. She slipped off her clothing.
Charlotte sat on the bed, waiting for Karin to come to her. Karin sat down beside her and tenderly gazed into her eyes. Charlotte wanted to get right down to it. She knew that Karin was taking it too seriously and it bothered her.
Oh, it's too late to turn back now, she philosophized, deciding to get done what she had taken off her clothes to do. She lifted her lips and pursed them, waiting for Karin to kiss her.
Karin put her wet mouth over Charlotte's pink swollen lips, tenderly running her fingers through Charlotte's thick silken hair. Charlotte was so soft, so warm, so beautiful. Karin kissed her with all the passion she felt. Her tongue said, " I love you, Charlotte," as it roamed the hidden nooks and crannies of Charlotte's inner moist mouth flesh.
Charlotte closed her eyes and told herself that the physical sensation of kissing Karin should logically be as enjoyable as kissing a man. A hot eager tongue was a hot eager tongue, male or female, and one furious with frantic desire should be as pleasurable to her as ever, regardless of sex. The sensations of physical stimulation should be the same.
But kissing Karin was not all that thrilling. Karin was too soft, too mushy about it. She kissed in a sentimental manner. Charlotte would prefer her to be hot and eager to satisfy her own lust, and less attentive of Charlotte's needs. Charlotte could take care of herself.
Well, Charlotte told herself, this is just like fucking a dud of a man. You've been through this before. It's not the most thrilling kind of sex, but now that you're in it, make the best of it. As far as Charlotte was concerned, the best would be to have a fantastic orgasm after being highly aroused.
She grinded her lips against Karin's, trying to put a little more energy into the action. Karin moaned low, smattering passionate kisses all over Charlotte's neck and throat. Charlotte felt herself growing hot, in spite of Karin's obvious emotion. The physical stimulation was still there.
Charlotte eased down on her back, pulling Karin on top of her. It was a drag, to have to be the aggressor in your first lesbian experience, but Karin did not move fast enough for Charlotte. She wasted to much time expressing herself with her lips. Charlotte thought she could express herself much better by applying her lips to Charlotte's pussy instead of her throat.
Karin's heart beat with excitement as Charlotte became more aggressive. She knew it would be like this! She knew that once she got Charlotte into bed, once she acted out her love for her, Charlotte would find herself unable to resist that love. Charlotte would realize the attraction, the chemistry that existed between them. She would finally see that they were meant to be together.
It would be a long rough road, Karin knew, but eventually, she and Charlotte would marry, as good as if they were man and woman. They would spend the rest of their lives together. Karin knew that it would be a gradual process; after all, Charlotte was taking a giant leap by just going to bed with her. But it was a start that was bound to lead to a wonderful ending.
Karin slithered on top of Charlotte, rubbing her belly against the hot soft flesh of Charlotte's smooth gleaming body. She was so beautiful, Karin thought, so wonderful to touch. Karin would remember to be patient with her, go slow, understanding that this must be a strange experience.
But Charlotte had gotten over the strangeness once she had made up her mind to go through with this; gotten over the strangeness in a negative sense. She relished the strangeness of a new experience, this kissing and carressing of a female body. It made the act all the more exciting. But Karin was ruining it with her too-careful attitude. Charlotte could tell that she wasn't letting herself go, thinking more about Charlotte's experience than her own. Charlotte felt stifled by it.
"What are we going to do to make each other come?" she asked. She wanted to get right to basics and not waste precious time. Besides, Karin was making her nauseous.
Karin stared at Charlotte, lifting her head in surprise. Charlotte didn't sound nervous at all.
A bit bored, maybe. Well, if that was what she wanted, Karin would give her the most wonderful orgasm she ever had experienced.
"What would you like to do?" Karin asked.
Charlotte was annoyed, but she tried to hide it.
"You're the one with the experience," she said. "What do you recommend?"
"Let's rub pussies," Karin suggested. "Don't you worry about what you do to me, I'll be just fine. I'll use my fingers to make you come. Just leave it to me. You'll love it, really."
Karin thought she was being reassuring, but Charlotte thought it was ridiculous. It was a too self-conscious type of sex. It had as little to do with animal passion as holding hands. Even less. You can hold hands with more sexuality than this, she thought. But she was here and she supposed she would see it through.
Karin ground her hot creamy pussy into Charlotte's chafing the tender pink pussy hair with her massive furry muff. Charlotte felt hot licks of stabbing desire shoot up her thighs, across her belly, straight to her spine. She was getting horny.
Charlotte buried her head in Karin's neck, determined to ignore Karin's part of the sex and concentrate on her own. If Karin was fool enough not to get her own pleasure, that was her own problem. Charlotte twisted her head down lower until she came to Karin's throbbing purple-veined tits. She had always wondered what it feels like to suck a nipple, especially since guys got off so much sucking hers.
Charlotte took the hard brown titty tip in her mouth and lapped at it with her hot eager tongue. She frantically sucked, chewing on the ruddy bouncy flesh. It was fascinating, the way the nipple responded to her sucking. Charlotte reminded herself that nature had designed nipples for that very purpose, to be sucked by babies to provide them with nourishment. No wonder men went crazy over tits, she thought, this is terrific.
Karin felt herself grow nervous as Charlotte sucked frantically away on her hot titty flesh. She had expected to call all the shots, but here was Charlotte sucking tit on her own and loving it. Karin didn't know why, but it made her feel uneasy. Not needed, in a way.
"Don't do that," she said, pulling her tit from Charlotte's mouth. " Concentrate on the feeling in your cunt, it will be better this way. You shouldn't try to do too much your first time."
Oh brother, Charlotte moaned to herself. This chick is out of her fucking mind. I'm sorry I ever got myself into this.
But Charlotte willingly let go of the tasty nipple flesh. She wasn't one to force anything on anybody. If Karin didn't want her tits sucked, Charlotte wouldn't suck them.
Charlotte lay passively back, knowing that's what Karin wanted. She had been really into sucking her tits-it was a sexual experience she'd never had before, but Karin had ended it. Now, Charlotte just wanted this to be over with as soon as possible. It had been a mistake to think she could fuck Karin and enjoy it.
Karin kissed Charlotte's silky throat while rubbing her hot dripping pussy against Charlotte's throbbing cunt. Twisting her hips to the side, she stuck two fingers in Charlotte's snatch, feeling for the hard hungry clit. She slowly rubbed the hot little button, delighted to be touching Charlotte's secret parts. She knew she was the only woman on earth ever to stick her fingers in Charlotte's sweet hot pot and it pleased her.
But she was wrong. Charlotte stuck her own fingers in there quite frequently, whenever she took it upon herself to come without benefit of an available partner. Now that she thought of it, this was a lot like masturbation, Karin rubbing her pussy. In fact, it wasn't even as good. Having Karin rub her pussy for her seemed ridiculous, when she could very well rub her own. The thrill of another person's touch, the illicit excitement of another woman's touch, was missing. If Karin felt any excitement, she kept it to herself. Charlotte was missing the stimulating excitement of another human animal, panting with lust.
So she lay there, wishing this would end. She decided she would fake an orgasm, then go home and masturbate. She wanted to get away from Karin. Charlotte couldn't stand her stupid fingers playing around in her pussy. Karin was a sexual lame, lesbian or straight, and Charlotte wanted nothing to do with it.
"Ahhhhhhhh," she moaned, raising her hips and streching her muscles as if she were experiencing the tingling release of sexual climax.
"Are you coming?" Karin asked excitedly.
"Oh yes, yes," Charlotte lied. She relaxed her body. "Whew!" she said, as if in relief.
Charlotte hoped that Karin wouldn't expect her to finger Karin's pussy. What was the point? Karin could take care of herself very well, considering her view of sex. Charlotte sat up.
"Do you have the time?" she asked, as if she just remembered something.
"Yes," replied Karin, glancing at the clock in puzzlement. "It's almost three."
"Three!" Charlotte exclaimed. "I'm late. I'm supposed to meet Marie in twenty minutes." She hurried to put on her clothing, strewn on the bedroom floor. "I hope I can make it."
"Going so soon," said Karin, trying not to sound as depressed as she felt.
"Got to," Charlotte replied. She was standing by the bed now, buttoning the last button of her shirt. "See you around," she said, as she started from the room.
"Let me walk you to the door," said Karin, rushing to get a robe from the closet.
"Don't bother," ,said Charlotte. "I don't mind. See you, goodbye."
Charlotte hurried out of the apartment. Karin was left sitting naked on the bed, wondering what was wrong.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Ah, my sweet pet," said Suzanne to Anne, as they entered their apartment, "it was wonderful seeing Gregory again, wasn't it?"
"Oh yes," Anne smiled as she shut the door. "It was a most magnificent afternoon."
They walked into the living room. Karin was sitting on the sofa, languid and listless. The two French girls looked at each other, that "something's wrong with that fool Karin" look.
Karin was upset that they had come home. She wanted to be alone, sit by herself to figure out what had gone wrong. Charlotte had seemed so wonderfully uninhibited in bed, much less embarrassed than Karin had expected her to be. Karin couldn't understand the sudden brush-off.
Unless ... Of course! That must be it! How silly of Karin not to think of it before. Charlotte had seemed unperturbed by her initial lesbian experience, but deep down inside, she must've been scared. She had kept her cool remarkably through the entire experience, but had panicked after she came, realizing what she had done. Karin would give her time to calm down and cool off. Everything would be alright once Charlotte accepted what had happened. Karin knew from experience that it was a difficult process.
"How are you, Karin?" chirped Anne. She was feeling so good from their little afternoon bout that not even one of Karin's depressions could spoil it.
"All right. Pretty good, in fact." Karin felt more cheerful now that she realized the cause of Charlotte's behavior. After all, it had been a pretty productive afternoon. Karin and Charlotte had been lovers. It was only the beginning of a beautiful romance, Karin thought.
Anne and Suzanne looked at each other in surprise, in surprise and relief. They were feeling too good to cope with Karin's silly problems. And she never kept them to herself, either. Karin always made sure you knew when she was depressed, even daring to become annoyed that one did not become depressed oneself in sympathy. The two French lovers thought she was absurd and unrealistic.
"We went to visit Gregory," Suzanne announced.
"Oh," said Karin, "who's he?"
"You remember," said Suzanne, "the guy we always talk about who went to California. He's back now. We've invited him to the party."
"Oh, that reminds me," said Karin. "Charlotte came by and I invited her and Marie." Karin wondered if she should say that Charlotte had been looking for Anne.
"Good, good," Anne replied. "I'm delighted. Did she accept?"
"I think they'll come," said Karin. She wondered why she should feel reluctant to tell Anne that Charlotte had been looking for her. After all, Charlotte and Karin were lovers, not Charlotte and Anne.
"That's delightful." Anne turned to Suzanne. "Isn't it?"
"I'm glad," Suzanne said. "I've often wanted to get to know them better. They seem nice, even if they are straight. And from what you said about your little talk with Charlotte, maybe they're not as straight as they seem to be, or as they think they are.
Karin smiled to herself, smug with her own little secret. Charlotte wasn't straight anymore, Karin had seen to that. Karin's heart still thrilled at the memory of Charlotte's burning lips.
"They both seem sensual," said Suzanne. "Maybe one of them will go for Greg-he's always looking for a single woman, incurable romantic that he is."
"Ah, yes," cried Anne, "he's romantic, but at least he's a sensible person who enjoys sex. But in his heart, he constantly wishes for a single woman to be everything to him. It is of no use arguing with him. One cannot convince him that the more lovers one has, the more satisfying life is."
"But he doesn't take it seriously enough to deprive himself of fun," Suzanne pointed out. "Let the boy have his dreams; let him have his romantic fling. I'm sure Greg won't be able to stick with one woman for too long a time. He's much too horny."
"That much is true," laughed Anne. "But let him have a fling with Marie, if it is to be one of our neighbors. I've got my eye on Charlotte, myself."
Fierce jealousy filled Karin's heart. How dare Anne think of Charlotte like that? It was almost indecent. Anne and Suzanne were like animals, not people, when it came to sex. How dare she think of precious gentle Charlotte in that manner?
Karin didn't want to hear any more talk. She got up from the couch and headed for her room. She had some studying to do, she said, as she left.
"Naughty Anne!" Suzanne reprimanded. "How cruel of you to upset her like that, knowing how she longs for Charlotte!"
"Just preparing her, my sweet pet, for I intend to seduce our lovely young neighbor."
"Well then," smiled Suzanne, "I must seek out my own exciting partner at the party, if you intend to desert me."
Laughing, the two girls embraced each other. Suzanne rose and went to the telephone. She had some calls to make. Anne went into the kitchen to make lunch. She wondered why Charlotte had come over. She went into Karin's room, knocking on the door as she entered.
"Karin," she said, "I'm just curious. Did Charlotte come for any particular reason? Over here, I mean."
Karin hated to tell Anne that Charlotte was looking for her, but she was afraid to actually lie. Charlotte and Anne might talk about it and discover that she lied if she did. It was an outside chance, but Karin was afraid to take it. She would die rather than embarrass herself before her beloved.
"She came just for a visit," she said, compromising, "but she mentioned that she wanted to talk to you."
"Oh," said Anne, "is that so? I think I'll go see what she wanted."
Anne turned and left. Karin stared after her with resentment.
After having sex with Karin, Charlotte went home feeling sick to her stomach. The whole idea had been ridiculous and she was sorry she had ever attempted the experiment. The very thought of Karin's sticky pussy rubbing against her own made her want to throw up.
She ran to the bathroom and threw off all her clothes. Charlotte looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Was she a lesbian? Was she a dyke? No, no, she told herself. You just wanted to find out about it for yourself. Now that you have, just forget about it. You know it's not for you.
But the memory of sweet sensations in sucking Karin's nipple hit Charlotte in a flash. It had tasted so good, she reminded herself, so sweet , so delicious. The texture of the hard ruddy flesh had been so good to chew on, so good to suck.
I'm so confused, thought Charlotte, I don't know what I think any more. The thought of fucking a woman now makes me sick; yet, this morning it seemed like such an interesting idea. But it turned into such a disaster.
Charlotte felt a headache coming on. She grabbed for the aspirin in the medicine chest.
Stop it, she told herself. You did it, no one forced you; now stop feeling like the most horrible thing in the world has happened.
Charlotte swallowed the two little white pills, determining to put the afternoon's special event from her mind. But when she went into the shower, she cleaned her tainted pussy, with special vigor.
Charlotte came out of the shower freshly scrubbed and clean-smelling, in her robe. She heard music playing in the living room. Charlotte knew that Marie must be home. She went in to talk to her.
"Hi there," said Charlotte, "where you been?"
"I went to the library and out to lunch. You'll never guess who I ran into, " Marie replied.
"Who?"
"Kevin," said Marie, in a bitter tone.
"Really?" replied Charlotte. "What happened?"
"I went to the pizza place and he was sitting at a table by himself. So I said hello as I passed by. He said hello back. I got my pizza and came back to his table. I started chatting to him and he acted like he hardly knew me. He didn't treat me like a friend."
"What shit!" Charlotte remarked.
'SYea, isn't it?" Marie wryly said. "But enough of Kevin-he makes me sick. What did you do today?"
"Nothing much," answered Charlotte. She thought to herself that Marie should only know the things she had gone through today. But she knew she didn't want to talk about it. Not yet, anyway. "I went in to see Anne, but she wasn't home."
"Oh," said Marie.
"Karin was, though, and she invited us to a party they're having Saturday night."
"Well, that's good," said Marie. "Maybe there'll be some decent men."
Charlotte looked sceptical.
"I wouldn't bet on it," she said.
The doorbell rang. Marie went to answer it. Charlotte heard voices talking and laughing. Marie returned with Anne.
"Charlotte," said Anne, "I stopped by to see you. Karin tells me you were looking for me before."
"Hi, yes, I was." Charlotte wondered if Karin had told Anne anything else. She hoped not. She was embarrassed by what she had done and just wanted to forget it. Charlotte didn't want anyone to know, unless she chose to tell them.
"Did you want anything in particular?"
"No, nothing. I was just bored," Charlotte replied.
"Well, I hope Karin amused you, in my absence," Anne said.
"Not really," Charlotte remarked. Anne thought there was just a hint of irony in her tone.
"Anne," said Marie, "Charlotte tells me that you're having a party and we're invited."
"Yes, I'm glad Karin mentioned it. You will come, won't you? Both of you?"
"I'll come," said Marie.
"How about you?" Anne said to Charlotte.
"I don't know," she replied. Charlotte was reluctant to go to the party, reluctant to face Karin, after what had happened. But she knew she couldn't avoid Karin forever, and she knew that she shouldn't let the past interfere with the present and future. What was done was done.
Anne looked disappointed. "I was so looking forward to your being there," she said. "In fact, I was telling Suzanne yesterday that we'd made a mistake in not inviting you to our parties before this. Not very neighborly of us."
"That's all right," said Marie. "You've invited us now, haven't you?"
"Yes," said Anne, "but Charlotte, is there any reason you don't want to come?"
Charlotte didn't know what to say. She couldn't very well tell the truth. Even if she could bring herself to confess that she'd gone to bed with Karin, she would feel like an idiot admitting that she was afraid to face her again. It was stupid and she felt foolish.
There was no reason on earth that she shouldn't attend the party. In fact, it had been quite some time since she'd last been to a party and she wanted to go. Charlotte just wished that Karin wasn't going to be there.
But still, it was a stupid reason to deprive herself of an evening's pleasure. She would face Karin and act like nothing had happened. Not that she would pretend it didn't, but that it didn't mean anything. And it didn't, she told herself. It was only an experiment. It didn't mean a thing.
"Oh, I'll come," she said. "I want to come. I was just worried about a paper I have to write."
"Oh, come on Charlotte," said Marie, "you're not going to spend Saturday night writing a paper, not when there's a party going on right next door."
"You're right," Charlotte replied. "It was a ridiculous idea. But it only lasted about ten seconds."
The girls laughed. Anne stood up.
"I've got to go," she said, "and do some studying of my own. I'm glad you both can make it, and Suzanne will be too."
"Thanks for inviting us," said Marie. Charlotte nodded her head in agreement.
"See you on Saturday," said Charlotte, as Anne left the apartment.
"Well," said Marie, "what do you think of that?"
"Of what?" asked Charlotte.
"She seemed anxious for us to come."
"I think," Charlotte replied, "that she and Suzanne regret that they haven't been as friendly to us as they should have. Not that they've been unfriendly, but we've never been invited to any of their parties before."
"Maybe they were afraid that we'd disapprove of what goes on there," Marie suggested.
"I think so," Charlotte agreed, wondering what Marie would think is she knew what had happened over there this very afternoon.
Charlotte stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to make her drink. She knew she should have stayed home and studied, but she just couldn't concentrate on her work. Her mind kept flashing memories of her afternoon in bed with Karin.
Charlotte finally got disgusted with herself for not being able to forget about it. She decided that what she needed was a good male fuck. A thick juicy cock ramming in and out of her tender twat was just the thing to make her forget all about lesbians. She knew that if she had a man, or better yet, a few men to fuck, she never would have tried out a woman's touch. Charlotte was determined to remedy the situation that made her behave so that she was ashamed of herself. And she had to admit that she was ashamed of what had happened that afternoon, even though she knew she had nothing to be ashamed about.
Charlotte sat down on a barstool as a girl got up and left. She looked over the men. There was one standing by the jukebox who didn't look too bad. She wished she could get a closer look.
I'll finish this drink, then go over to play the jukebox, she thought. Then I can get a better look.
Just then, the man at the jukebox caught her eye. She stared straight at him, not afraid to let him know that she'd been giving him the eye. To her surprised delight, he made his way over to where she was sitting.
"Hi," he said, "what's your name?"
"Charlotte," she replied.
"I'm Jerry," he said.
Charlotte looked him over. He was even better close up than he had been from a distance. Jerry was blonde and good looking with a muscular body and a sexy way of carrying himself. He seemed like he would be a great fuck. Charlotte decided that she would have him.
"Well Jerry," she said, "you caught me staring at you."
"So I did," he laughed. "Did you like what you saw?"
"Very much," Charlotte coyly replied.
Jerry seemed to grow excited. Charlotte knew her come-on would work.
"Do you come here often?" he asked.
"Not very," Charlotte answered. "I'm not crazy about crowded bars."
"Me neither," he said.
"You want to leave?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" Jerry asked, rather suggestively.
"I don't live far," Charlotte replied. "I've got some dope too. Let's go to my place."
"Sounds like a good idea," said Jerry. "Finish your drink."
Charlotte gulped down the remaining liquid, anxious to move things along. Jerry was good-looking, and form what she could tell, he seemed to be intelligent and self-assured. It promised to be a good fuck at least, if nothing else.
Charlotte sat on the living room sofa with Jerry, toking on a thick joint. Marie was home, but she was in her room studying. For all practical purposes, she and Jerry were alone. She tickled his hand with her fingers as she passed him the stick of marijuana.
"I'm so stoned," Charlotte sighed.
"Me too," said Jerry, crushing the roach in the ashtray. "It's out," he added.
Charlotte lay back her head and streched her limbs. The pulse of the rhythmic music swept right through her. She was horny as hell and knew she could count on getting fucked. It had been lucky that she had met Jerry, today of all days, when she needed a man's cock in her the most.
"Well, you're crazy, Mama, With your ball and chain."
Charlotte's body trembled as the sensuous crooning of Mick Jagger stimulated her hormones. Charlotte was being enticed with all her senses: the throbbing music with suggestive lyrics, the sight of sexy Jerry swaying in time to the music, the feel of the soft cushion beneath her relaxing her muscles. She wet her lips with her tongue, wishing that Jerry would kiss her.
"This music is so sexy," she breathlessly said.
Jerry put his hand in her hair, stroking the brown silky curls. Charlotte tingled with excitement. She moved closer to him, brushing her shoulder against the side of his magnificent body.
Jerry covered her lips with his mouth and burned Charlotte with a hot passionate kiss. He thrust his hot eager tongue into the depths of her mouth. Their tongues wrestled in passion. Charlotte flung her hands around his neck. She was loose, letting it all hang out. She kissed him backwith uncontrollable frenzy.
Jerry tenderly nibbled on her milky white neck flesh, fluttering kisses on the soft white skin. Charlotte moaned with hot desire. Jerry slipped a hand inside her blouse, feeling for her trembling hot titties. Charlotte felt fits of passion throb and pulse in her cunt as he squeezed her nipples. She was so excited, she couldn't control herself.
She wildly covered Jerry's face and neck with kisses, lapping her moist tongue along his sensitive skin.
"Mmnnn," she uttered.
Jerry looked at her and smiled. He was obviously enjoying what he was doing as much as Charlotte was, but he didn't let himself show it the way that she did. The way Charlotte freely showed her sexuality made her all the more enticing to him.
He couldn't tell her or moan or show it in any other way than the sensuous movement of his hand in her tits or his mouth on her neck, but Charlotte didn't mind. She felt as if they were both revelling in the delights of the flesh and they both understood each other.
"Let's go in the bedroom," she throatily whispered in his ear.
Jerry looked as if he were surprised with delight at her suggestion. He followed her into her bedroom-she led him by the shirt. Charlotte could hardly wait to feel his wet hot body, moist with the sweat of passion, writhing on top of her own.
She let go of his shirt and started stripping. Jerry watched her, scarcely believing his eyes. He could not believe that Charlotte was so free that she'd take the initiative in undressing. He admired her for it-Jerry himself felt loath to strip in front of her watchful eyes.
Jerry would much rather make out fully clothed, pulling down his pants at the last minute. But he saw that he would appear foolish if he let on how embarrassed he was. Jerry self-conciously took his clothes off.
Charlotte flung hers on the floor, heedless of anything else but her own carnal needs. She was hot and heavy to get at his sexy masculine body. What was taking him so long?
"Hurry," she said, smiling at him with desire.
Jerry slowly folded his clothes. Charlotte wondered what was wrong. It was not as if she had seduced him. It had been a mutual agreement, a mutual desire. Why was Jerry suddenly acting like he wanted to get out of it?
"Don't fold your clothes," she laughed, hot with desire, "at a time like this." Jerry felt embarrassed.
"I don't want them to get creased," he replied.
How can he think of that, at a time like this, thought Charlotte? Such a trivial thing as creased clothes, when you're so horny. She thought he might be a bit insecure, but she would be so natural, so comfortable in her sexuality, that he would soon forget all his hang-ups. Jerry was the most appealing man Charlotte had met in a long time. She wasn't going to let a little thing like insecurity ruin a beautiful fuck, maybe more than one, if things went well.
"Forget your clothes," she said, coming up to him and taking them from his hands. She tossed the unfolded garments carelessly aside.
She ran her fingers up and down his naked manly body. "Come on," she whispered, as she led him into the bed.
Jerry crawled on top of her, excited and scared by her aggression. He was worried that he'd do something to embarrass himself, something that would make Charlotte look down on him. He really wanted her so much. He wondered if she were too good for him.
But Charlotte didn't seem to think so. She acted like she never wanted a man so much in her life as she wanted Jerry. He wondered if that was just the way she was, if she was like that with every man she went to bed with. Charlotte was so free and natural about sex he supposed she must be very experienced.
Jerry tried to relax and forget himself, tried to have a good time, enjoying the wonderful taste of Charlotte's delightful curved body. Jerry buried his head in her bosom, sucking at the sweet ruddy nipples.
Charlotte felt the pressure from his lips as he sucked her tits. She remembered how it had felt when she was sucking Karin's tits. With a surprised jolt, she realized that she had gained something from her lesbian experience. She now understood the sensations the man panting on her breast was feeling like she had never understood before. She could appreciate his frantic yearning to suck her nipples dry.
Her cunt throbbed and pulsed with excitement as she thought about it.
But Charlotte wondered why he had yet to get to her cunt. It seemed strange that he hadn't done anything to involve his cock too. Most guys shoved it in your mouth before you even had a chance to catch your breath. But Jerry was different. She kind of liked it, in a way. Charlotte thought she would like to suck his cock and compare it with sucking titty.
She reached down and grabbed his thick juicy prick with her hands. Jerry seemed excited and thrilled by her touch, but also nervous. Charlotte ignored it, hoping he'd relax and enjoy himself. Not that he didn't seem to be enjoying himself as it was; but Jerry could have an even better time if he just gave in to his lust. Charlotte wanted him to pull out all the stops.
Anything goes, she told herself, as she always did, when she was in bed. She was willing to do anything that came into her head. Right now, it came into her head to suck dick.
She stroked the fat monster dick, rubbing and stroking it with her fingers. Jerry panted with passion, yet made no attempt to get at her creamy cunt, hot with desire. Charlotte wanted him to stick his fingers in it, rub her in a frenzy of passion. But she didn't want to pressure him, so she kept it to herself.
Charlotte worked on his dick with her hands, trying to get it stiff and hard. But Jerry seemed to get more and more nervous, as things progressed, instead of less and less nervous. Charlotte didn't know what else to do, so she just kept acting like nothing was wrong. It wasn't really an act; on her part, nothing was wrong. She was really getting into his cock.
To her delight, Jerry lifted his body, pulling his dick from her hands. It dangled on top of her neck. She slipped her body down a couple of inches and grabbed at the hot dangling rod with her mouth.
She chewed and sucked at the pulsing hot stick, frantically sucking and licking with her moist lithe tongue. Charlotte made low moaning animal noises as she tasted the sweet flesh of hot cock. She closed her eyes and tried to compare it with sucking sweet titty.
It was hard to tell. Charlotte couldn't tell which she liked better. Karin had stopped the action too quickly for Charlotte to get a good understanding of the taste of hot tit. But forget about that; sucking hot male meat was fantastic and she really was getting into it.
Charlotte licked and sucked so furiously that it didn't occur to her that Jerry wasn't doing a thing. Usually, men liked to ram it down your throat, but Jerry just held it there, letting her suck. At first, that is. All of a sudden, he pulled his cock from her mouth, gently and slowly, as if he didn't want her to know that he didn't want her to blow him.
"Don't bite it off," he said, with a little nervous laugh.
Charlotte looked at him in puzzlement. She couldn't understand it. Charlotte thought that once he realized she was willing to do anything, he'd relax and let himself go. But not wanting his juicy prick sucked, that was too much. Charlotte had never encountered anything like it in her life.
"I don't think you have to worry," she said, a little sarcastically. But she let the thick cock drop from her mouth. She wasn't going to force anything on anybody.
Well, she thought, this isn't turning out exactly like you thought it would, but something can still be salvaged. Maybe he just wants to stick to straight sex. Charlotte guided his cock to her pussy, thinking that they had best get on with it. Jerry would probably relax once he had to concentrate on coming to climax. She couldn't imagine a guy digging his thick juicy prick in her hot pot of honey without getting off on it.
Charlotte felt Jerry rub his thick prick against her hot snatch. She moved her pussy closer to his cock, trying to help him find her hole. With a sharp sense of surprise, Charlotte suddenly realized that he couldn't get it up.
Charlotte realized that it was important not to pressure the man. She now understood everything that had been going on much better. Jerry must have problems getting it up, that's why he had been so nervous. How silly, she thought, that he should worry about it. Of course Charlotte realized that he couldn't help it, that these things happen. Charlotte realized that he must want to get it up as badly as she wanted him to get it up.
Jerry rolled over on his back. He didn't seem to know what to do. Charlotte lay down beside him, snuggling up beside his fine manly body. She put her hand on his hairy chest and softly stroked his body. She still liked him, still wanted him. She was sure he'd be able to get it up-if not now, then some other time. Jerry was still the most appealing man she had met in months. A little thing like this was only a temporary hindrance.
"Sometimes," Jerry slowly said, "when I smoke pot I get very intellectual."
Charlotte understood. He was trying to tell her that he didn't want to fuck, probably because he was afraid he couldn't. It was alright-they could fuck some other time. She would be careful not to seem disappointed, even though her hot cunt was dripping with the juices of desire, and throbbing with insatiable passion.
"Does it?" she said. "It makes me more physical."
She didn't mean to sound complaining, and she didn't, but Jerry couldn't help feeling abnormal. He knew that pot made him more horny too, but he could offer no other explanation for his failure. Jerry failed to realize that Charlotte didn't require an explanation.
"I've got a lot of things on my mind," he told her.
"What's the matter?" she asked. She was interested too. Jerry was obviously intelligent. Charlotte liked his personality.
"Oh, just things." There was a pause, pregnant with silence. "I wonder why people seem to be afraid of things," he added, almost in a whisper.
Charlotte knew that he was referring to himself in part. But she decided to take it in a broader, less general sense. She felt it would help him to feel more comfortable. It was silly that he should feel uncomfortable when she understood. Charlotte was the last person in the world to be judgemental about it-Jerry was the first guy to really interest her in a long time.
"I think it all gets down to one thing," she said.
"What's that?"
"People are afraid to die," said Charlotte.
Jerry looked at her intently. "But that's a heavy trip, death," he insisted.
"Yes," said Charlotte calmly, "it is."
They looked at each other, both understanding the irony of life. Charlotte was so moved that she kissed his trembling lips, as much from compassion as lust.
"What time is it?" asked Jerry, pulling from her.
Charlotte looked at the clock. "It's almost eleven," she whispered.
"I have to go," said Jerry, getting up and starting to dress. He sounded as if he were relieved and reluctant to be leaving, both at the same time.
"All right," Charlotte replied, getting out of bed. She went to her closet and slipped on a robe. She didn't want Jerry to leave, but she was not going to try and talk him out of it. All she could do was let him know that she liked him.
Jerry was dressed. She took him by the hand and walked him to the door. He seemed embarrassed by her affectionate gesture. Charlotte knew she wanted to see him again, but she didn't know if he intended to ask for her phone number.
"Maybe we can get together some other time," she said. Charlotte hoped that he understood that she wasn't just referring to sex. It was hard to tell what was going on in his mind; he seemed so strange.
"Yes, maybe," Jerry replied. He seemed flattered by her remark, yet he made no mention of her phone number.
They stood in the doorway, looking at each other.
"Well, goodbye," said Charlotte, sadly accepting that he wasn't going to ask for her phone number, that he didn't intend to see her again.
Jerry bent down and kissed her lips. It seemed to Charlotte that he felt obligated; yet, she sensed a real affection, an affection it was hard for him to show, in the action.
"Goodbye," he said.
Jerry turned and left. Charlotte shut the door and locked it.
CHAPTER SIX
Charlotte went to bed that night depressed and thoughtful. It was hard to believe that two people could feel a warm sexual attraction for each other and not get together. She had done everything she could think of to make it happen, but nothing had worked. Jerry had not asked for her phone number and had she been forward enough to offer it, she doubted that he would use it.
It was so ironic! She had gone out, hoping for a great fuck that would make her forget all about her sexual mistake with Karin, and not only had she picked up an attractive man, but she had met a guy that she would be interested in getting to know for something other than a one night stand. The whole thing was so stupid-it made no sense. Charlotte wondered if anything ever went right.
Charlotte had had a better time with Jerry than she had had with Karin, but that was because she liked Jerry's personality better than she liked Karin's. But sexually, both experiences had been a bust. Karin had taken sex too seriously, confusing it with love. Jerry had taken sex too seriously, confusing it with ego. Charlotte just wanted to sleep with someone who could forget about everything but their own wanton desires, just like Charlotte could.
It made her think, this comparison. Charlotte wondered if fucking a different woman would make a difference in her attitude towards lesbianism. Charlotte wondered if she would dig it had she fucked someone like Anne, who seemed to be free and easy in her own sexuality. She remembered how good it had felt, the few moments that Karin had allowed her to suck her nipples. Charlotte fell asleep in her confusion, having strange and mysterious dreams in her sleep.
In the morning, she decided that she needed to talk things over with Marie, in order to clarify her own thoughts. She got out of bed to go to Marie's room, but ran into her roommate in the bathroom.
"Oh, hi," said Marie, turning around. She had a toothbrush in her hand and was squeezing the toothpaste from the tube onto the tiny bristles.
"Hi."
"How was that guy you were with last night?" Marie asked. "He was very sexy. Was he good in bed?"
"He couldn't get it up," Charlotte replied.
"You're kidding!"
"I'm serious. I really liked him too."
"Are you going to see him again?" Marie inquired.
"I doubt it," Charlotte replied. "He didn't ask for my phone number. I think he was embarrassed."
"Probably," said Marie.
"But it's so stupid," Charlotte insisted. "I didn't act all offended or disappointed or anything. I mean, it was disappointing, but it wasn't the most important thing. I knew he couldn't help it."
"It doesn't matter," said Marie. "His ego was hurt. He felt inadequate."
"But I didn't think that. I thought he was much better than most men I meet. That's what's so annoying. I meet one I finally like who's not only after a lay, and then this has to happen."
"I know," said Marie. "It really sucks."
Charlotte watched as Marie brushed her teeth. She wondered what Marie would think if she told her about fucking Karin. She needed to talk to someone about it. Charlotte knew that Marie would not think she was sick or perverted if she told her. She decided she would.
"Marie," she said, as the girl rinsed her mouth, "I have to talk to you about something."
"One minute," Marie gurgled. She finished rinsing her mouth and looked up. "What is it?" she asked.
"Let's go in the living room," said Charlotte. "This one is a biggie."
Marie followed her inside, wondering what it could be.
"Sounds ominous," she said, sitting down. "You won't believe it," said Charlotte, "but it's true."
"What is?"
"I fucked Karin yesterday."
"What!" exclaimed Marie. She was stunned.
"Don't look so shocked," said Charlotte, blushing.
"I'm sorry," said Marie, recovering herself. "It's just that I can't believe it. But go ahead. I want to hear about this."
"Well, I told you about the conversation I had with Anne, remember?"
"Yes," replied Marie.
"I went looking for her yesterday, to talk some more. It was in the back of my mind that something might happen, that she might make a pass. I didn't have a plan of action in case she did, I was just going to play it by ear."
"But you said you fucked Karin," said Marie.
"I did, I did," said Charlotte, with regret. "But I'll get to that part later. Just shut up and listen."
"Okay," said Marie.
"Anne wasn't home, but Karin was. I didn't intend to talk to her about homosexuality; in fact, I didn't even intend to stay. But she started talking and one thing led to another and the topic came up."
"But it's one thing to talk about it and another to do it. Especially with Karin. What happened?"
"She propositioned me," Charlotte replied. 'That's about the size of it. At first, I refused, but I was interested in what it would be like to make love to another woman, so I could judge for myself."
"But Karin?" asked Marie, dubious. "I'm sorry, go on," she added, noticing the look of impatience on Charlotte's face.
"No," said Charlotte, "you're right. It was a mistake. That girl is sick, Marie, out of her mind. And it has nothing to do with being gay."
"I would think that you'd fuck someone better than that, if you wanted to try it out," said Marie.
"I should've known better," Charlotte said. "You know, I'm beginning to think that Karin's in love with me."
"She does look at you awfully funny sometimes," Marie remarked.
"She was crazy in bed. You know, once I decided to do it, I tried to get into it, but she acted like a macho guy taking a virgin to bed. It was sickening." Charlotte winced at the memory.
"What did she do?" asked Marie, with genuine curiousity.
"She was all lovey-dovey, kissing me with such emotion. I felt sick. But I decided to ignore her and try and get my own pleasure."
"What was it like?" asked Marie, "fucking a woman. Did you come? Was it sexy?"
"Not really," Charlotte replied. "But I'm not sure if it was because of Karin or because I don't find women sexy. There was one part I was really getting into, but she manipulated it so that I didn't get to do it long enough to really find out about it."
"What was that?"
"Sucking her nipples," said Charlotte, trying not to be embarrassed. "I'd always wondered what it was like for a guy to do it, so I figured I'd try it out. I was starting to like it, but Karin had other ideas."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know," said Charlotte. "It's hard to describe. Karin acted like I shouldn't do anything assertive and when I did, she took control. I let her do it because I was in a strange situation and she had more experience. But fucking her was not even as good as masturbating. I didn't need her fingers in my pussy-I'd rather use my own."
"I know," said Marie. "There's nothing like a cock."I
"I don't know about that," said Charlotte. "I can't seem to find one that's halfway decent."
"That's true," said Marie.
"So now I'm wondering," Charlotte continued, "if I didn't like fucking a woman or I didn't like fucking Karin. It seems to me that a sensual woman who's not afraid to show her lust would be a lot more fun than a guy who can't get it up."
"But you said it was like masturbating," said Marie.
"That's just it. Maybe it was because of the way Karin did it," Charlotte replied. "There must be more to it if someone like Anne digs it."
"Maybe," said Marie, "but I think I'll stick to men."
"I don't know," said Charlotte. "I'm getting pretty desperate and I'm always horny."
"What happened afterwards?" asked Marie. "Did you come?"
"No," replied Charlotte. "I pretended to, so I could get the hell out of there. Then I went home and took a shower."
"Well," said Marie, "it's interesting that you did it."
"Yes," said Charlotte, knowing that Marie wouldn't have done it.
Later, alone in her room, Marie couldn't help thinking about what Charlotte had revealed. In truth, she had been greatly surprised. She could never imaging fucking a woman herself, never in a million years. She just didn't have any desire to do it.
And fucking Karin, of all people. Marie could hardly believe it. Karin was a sappy, emotional wreck, and just about the unsexiest person you could ever think of. Charlotte must have indeed been desperate, Marie thought.
Well, she said to herself, don't judge her too harshly. You yourself know what it's like to be constantly horny and never have anyone to fuck. Knowing that there'd be women to fuck, women who were likable and sexy, right across the hall, as to make you think. But Karin?
Marie supposed that Charlotte had been a victim of circumstance. She had gone into the apartment looking for Anne, after all. She admitted considering the possibility of sleeping with Anne. It had been on her mind and Marie had thought for some time that Karin was after Charlotte's ass. She even felt sometimes that Karin was jealous of her.
Karin had picked up on what was on Charlotte's mind and used it to her own advantage. But not really, Marie thought, as the only thing she accomplished was to turn Charlotte off. If only that Jerry guy had turned out all right, Charlotte would forget the whole idea of becoming a lesbian.
But oh well, Marie thought, that's her own decision. She can do what she wants with her life-it's none of my business. Charlotte is still Charlotte and I still like her. But I just can't stand why any woman would want to fuck another woman. It' seems like settling for second best, to me.
Charlotte and Marie stood outside of their neighbors' apartment, waiting for the doorbell to be answered. Sounds of laughter and music filled the hallway, coming from the party inside. Suzanne opened the door and smiled at her guests from across the hall.
"Oh, mes amies," she said, "welcome."
Charlotte and Marie made their greetings and walked inside. The smoky living room was dark and crowded. The people were strange, Marie thought. There was one guy sitting on the sofa, talking to a thin, frail girl who looked sad and somber. He had died his hair pink and wore it in an afro. He sported a sparkling lavender jacket with sequences-his jeans were studded with fake rubies.
"Look at that guy," said Marie to Charlotte, pointing.
"Where?" she asked. She was looking around, trying to figure out who to talk to.
"Pardonez-moi," said Suzanne, as the doorbell again rang. "Make yourselves at home."
She disappeared, but she never made it to the door. Suzanne was stopped by some people who passed her a pipe full of hash. Noticing, Charlotte thought it would be wise to talk to someone who had some pot.
"Let's find someone with some dope," Charlotte said to Marie.
Marie looked around. "Over there," she said, pointing to a guy with long hair who was rolling.
"Not bad," said Charlotte, referring to his looks.
"Hi," said Marie, as the girls approached him.
Gregory looked up and saw Marie's shining face and sexy figure.
"Sit down he said," his eyes gleaming welcome. "Smoke a joint with me."
"Be glad to," said Marie.
"What's your name?" Charlotte asked him, sitting down next to him. Marie sat next to Charlotte.
"Greg. And you two?"
"I'm Charlotte."
"Marie," Marie replied.
"Glad to know you," Greg said, passing the joint. "Dynamite stuff," he remarked, as Charlotte took a toke.
"So, who do you know?" asked Marie. "Who invited you to the party? Suzanne, Anne, or Karin?"
"I know Anne and Suzanne pretty good," Greg replied. "I haven't met Karin yet. They keep telling me all these wild things about her, but I can't find her."
"Don't look too hard," remarked Charlotte. "You might be sorry."
"That bad," said Greg.
"She's a nut," replied Marie. "Anne and Suzanne must have told you."
"They did, but I'd like to see this chick for myself," answered Greg.
"Well, here's your chance," said Marie, as Karin approached them.
"Your fiance for what," said Karin, as she sat down next to Greg. They were seated on a curved couch so that everyone could easily converse with everyone else. Karin could keep an eye on Charlotte from where she was sitting.
"Greg was saying that he wanted to meet you," said Charlotte. She was hoping that Karin would not act all lovey dovey to her in front of other people. She hoped Karin had forgotten all about the incident that had happened last week, but that was an unrealistic desire. All Charlotte could hope was that the girl would be too shy to show her feelings in front of strangers.
Karin had stayed in her room, nervous about the party going on outside. She had trouble dealing with people, talking to strangers, getting others to like her. Those were problems she encountered at every party she attended. But this party promised to be more trying and uncomfortable than all the others, for Charlotte had not been at the others. Karin was worried about how Charlotte would act towards her, after what had happened. They had not spoken since Charlotte had so abruptly left Karin's bed.
So Karin had stayed in her room, trying on several blouses before deciding what to wear. It was important that she look her best, to impress and attract Charlotte. Karin was hoping they could get it together, take another shot at it in bed. Karin new they'd make a wonderful couple. She just had to hope that Charlotte would recognize it.
Karin looked suspiciously at Greg. She had heard about him from Anne and Suzanne too, but she did not care to make his acquaintance. Anyone who hung around those two like he did was not her type, she thought. He was probably as cold and mean as they were.
"Hello," she coldly said.
Greg looked at her thinking, well fuck you baby. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a snobby attitude.
"I'm Greg-Anne and Suzanne's friend. You must be Karin."
"Yes," she replied. "How are you Charlotte?" she asked. "I haven't seen you since Wednsday."
Charlotte and Marie looked at each other. That was awful nervey for Karin. Usually, she passively let things happen and avoided topics that tended to be embarrassing. But here she was making a direct allusion to the past event.
Greg noticed the look and felt the tension that had come into the air the minute that Karin had sat down. He passed her the joint.
"Here you go," he said.
"No, thanks," she said.
"Don't you want to get high, Karin?" baited Marie.
"No. It makes me paranoid."
Charlotte groaned. What had ever induced her to sleep with this lunatic?
"It just makes me high," said Greg, laughing as he puffed the joint. "You've got to learn to relax, Karin."
She stared at him resentfully. Who the hell was he to tell her to relax? She hardly even knew him. He was being very presumptous, really. Greg didn't know her and he didn't understand her problems.
"It's not me," she said. "Grass affects different people differently. It makes me paranoid, that's all. I am relaxed."
Her voice trembled as she spoke. Greg shook his head to himself, not answering.
"I think you're wrong, Karin," said Marie.
"What do you mean?" asked Karin angrily, almost shaking.
"It's not the grass, it's you. It's a physical thing and the drug affects each human body in the same way. It's what's inside your head that makes you paranoid. The grass just brings it out." Marie looked to Charlotte for support.
"Marie's right," said Charlotte. "There's no reason why you shouldn't enjoy getting stoned just like everyone else."
Karin shuddered involuntarily. It was bad enough that everyone else was attacking her. But why wasn't Charlotte sticking up for her. Charlotte noticed her reaction and felt sorry for her.
"It's not that we're trying to pin something on you," she said. "It's just that we want you to enjoy it and have a good time."
Karin looked at the kindness on Charlotte's face, not noticing the pity. Perhaps it would be alright after all, she thought. Karin thought she would get Charlotte alone and talk to her. Maybe they could leave together and go back to Charlotte's apartment.
Charlotte read Karin's face and felt uncomfortable. She had been afraid of this. Things were such that she couldn't afford to be nice to Karin. Karin would now misconstrue any kindness Charlotte would show her. Charlotte figured she could only solve that problem by no longer being kind. In fact, it wouldn't hurt to be just a little nasty. She wondered how she could make the opportunity to give Karin a dig about something.
Just then, Anne appeared. Karin hated her, she was so friendly and jovial and conceited. She didn't like the way Anne was looking at Charlotte, either.
"Bon soir," she said, sitting down, squeezing between Greg and Charlotte. "What a party! Me and Suzanne keep bursting into French, just out of joy!"
Charlotte laughed. "It's nice," she said.
"Thank you, ma cherie," Anne replied.
Karin stared at Anne with resentment. That was just like her, to force herself in where she wasn't wanted. Karin didn't like the way she pushed herself in, right next to Charlotte. Karin was jealous that she wasn't sitting next to Charlotte herself.
Anne put her hand on Charlotte's arm, swirling the skin with her fingernails. Karin wanted to kill her. How dare she touch my precious Charlotte, Karin thought. Karin was perturbed to notice that Charlotte smiled at Anne's touch. What was going on?
"I'd like to speak to you, Charlotte," said Anne. "Shall we go somewhere for a little privacy? "
"Excuse us," said Charlotte, rising. "Nice meeting you," she said to Greg, as she and Anne walked away.
Karin sat bitterly picking her cuticles. Greg moved closer to Marie; they started conversing.
Karin followed Anne and Charlotte across the room with her eyes. They were standing in a corner, laughing and talking. Karin noticed that Anne leaned an arm around Charlotte's neck. She was disturbed that Charlotte didn't seem to mind. In fact, Charlotte looked like she was enjoying it.
The truth of the matter was, Charlotte was enjoying the physical contact with the woman. Anne was personable and friendly, sharp and witty, and a highly enjoyable person to be with. Charlotte delighted in her company.
"That Karin!" exclaimed Anne. "Did you see the way she looked at me?"
Charlotte nodded her head. She wondered if she ought to explain to Anne why Karin resented her. She wondered if she should tell Anne that she had slept with Karin.
"Of course," Anne continued, "she resents any overtures I make towards you. She's a very jealous girl. Karin wants you all to herself."
Charlotte stared at an in amazement. It seemed un-likely that Karin had confided in her; yet, she seemed to understand the relationship.
"You do know she's after your ass, my pet?" said Anne, noticing the puzzled look on Charlotte's face.
'Oh, oh," said Charlotte, quickly putting it together. Anne knew about Karin's crush but she didn't know it had been momentarily fulfilled. "Yes, I do."
"She'd give anything to get you in the sack, my dear, and I can't say that I blame her," said Anne, with longing in her tone.
"Well, this may come as a shock to you, but she did. Get me in the sack, that is." It was suprisingly easy for Charlotte to say this to Anne. Not so surprising, when she reflected upon it for a moment after she had said it. She had told Marie and Marie was straight. Anne was bisexual and Charlotte knew she wouldn't think anything of it. But then, there was the embarrassment of having given in to such a poor choice of a partner.
But Anne smiled as the words fell from Charlotte's lips. She knew that her task would be far easier to accomplish than she had first suspected. Charlotte had tasted the flesh of a woman before-she had gotten over the worst hurdle, that frightening first step. Anne felt assured that she would succeed in fucking Charlotte before the night was over.
"Well, you took our conversation last week seriously," she said. "I'm glad to hear it."
"Well," Charlotte replied, "it didn't work out so well."
"Didn't you enjoy it, my sweet lamb?"
"No, not really," Charlotte replied.
Anne looked thoughtful for a moment.
"No," she said, "I guess not. You slept with the wrong woman, that's all. Let me show you how wonderful the love of two women can be."
"Karin left a lot to be desired," Charlotte agreed.
"Come, sweet Charlotte," said Anne, taking her by the hand, "let me guide you to the delights of sweet pussy."
Charlotte hesitated, just for a second. Why not? She had said the same thing, used the same arguments in favor of doing it, when Karin had suggested it. That had turned into a disaster, but somehow, Charlotte felt that making love to Anne would be different. Anne was different than Karin. She was warm and sexy and spirited in her animal lust. She would probably be more fun to fuck than Jerry had been-a lot freer with her body. Charlotte thought she'd give it a go.
"Allright," she said to Anne.
Anne looked delighted. "Let's go to your apartment, where we can be alone."
Karin watched as the two girls left together. Anne had put her arm around Charlotte's waist. It was clear to her what was happening. They were going to make love.
Karin felt miserable. She had thought that Charlotte was frightened and timid about discovering her own lesbian leanings, and that's why she had rushed from Karin's arms. But obviously, she was freer than Karin had suspected. Karin couldn't understand it. She had admitted to being a lesbian for years, but she couldn't understand that Charlotte didn't fight it more than she did. Karin didn't understand that Charlotte wasn't afraid enough to let it stop her.
Karin would have been pleased had Charlotte been so eager to leave the party with her, but with Anne? It was impossible! Anne was cold and mean, Charlotte tender and warm. It was an un-likely coupling, a terrible coupling. What could Charlotte be thinking?
Karin felt her eyes swell with tears as she considered the possibility that Charlotte didn't want her. Nobody ever wanted her, nobody really ever had, except Lucy. But that had been different. Lucy was like a mother to her-a mother and a friend. She had done Karin the service of teaching her about her own sexuality. But Karin could never maintain a relationship whenever it became important to her. It was almost as if the very importance of a sexual relationship ruined it.
She wiped her face with her hand, hoping that no one would notice. No one did. Karin got up and ran to her room. She slammed the door shut and flung herself on the bed, crying.
She should have stayed-should have pulled herself together and mingled with the guests. Karin ought to have chalked Charlotte up to experience and looked for another lover-most of the guests at the party were bisexual. But she didn't. Karin retreated to her room and cried herself to exhaustion. Then, she wiped her face, put on her coat, and left.
"Come here, delight of my heart," said Anne, naked and holding open her arms as she lay on Charlotte's bed.
Charlotte crawled into the bed, eagerly falling into the embrace. She could tell right away that this would be different. Anne was passionately thrusting her sweet tongue in Charlotte's mouth, twisting and wrenching every inch of pleasure available. Anne was no sap-she hungered to fulfill her own lust as well as her partner's. Charlotte could tell that it was going to be some experience.
The lay together on the bed, on their sides, slivering and writhing all over each other. Charlotte sucked frantically on Anne's hot sliding tongue, aggressively squeezing her hot big tits while they kissed. She knew that soon she would be sucking the hard bumpy nipples and that Anne wouldn't stop her, the way Karin had.
Anne growled with lewd desire as Charlotte's fingers pinched and squeezed her soft throbbing flesh. The girl was a natural, an enchanting tigress in the bedroom. Never had a novice been so passionately wild in a bed before. Anne's hot cunt throbbed with desire as the creamy juice of passion dripped down.
Anne put her hand to Charlotte's hot pulsing pussy and rubbed the outer mound with her palm. The short wiry pussy hairs, sticky with love juices, felt good and rough against Anne's soft hand.
Ahhhhhhhh," she moaned, as she stuck three fingers inside. "I love your hot snatch, ma cherie."
Charlotte giggled as Anne's fingers adeptly rubbed her tiny clit, pressing the center of her thrills like it was the button to her excitement. Charlotte felt hot thrilling licks of stabbing delight shoot up her spine. It had been a long time since she'd felt such wanton lust in bed.
Charlotte's hot eager mouth found the way to Anne's big brown nipples, hot and hard with uncontrollable passion. Her ivory teeth gingerly chewed the ruddy hot hard flesh.
Anne squealed with delight. "Ahhhh, ma cherie, you know just what to do. Lick it, suck it, faster, ma cherie, faster."
Charlotte furiously sucked on the hot nipple, biting through the skin with her teeth. The rougher she got, the better Anne seemed to like it. Charlotte was glad. She loved the delicious taste of thick ruddy nipple, the feel of the hot tit flesh in her wet eager mouth. Her tongue licked and lapped at the tasty nipple, eagerly sucking Anne's tit. Never had Charlotte realized how sweet the delights of the breast could be. She now understood why men always wanted to suck her tits, why they seemed so delighted in the tasty morsels of hot hard nipple. Never had Charlotte imagined it could be so satisfying.
Anne sallied frenzied kisses, drunk with dizzying passion, all over Charlotte's neck and shoulders. She pressed her hot belly against Charlotte's, sensuously rubbing against the soft flesh.
"I want to eat your pussy," Anne declared.
"Sounds like a lovely idea," said Charlotte, dropping the nipple from her mouth.
"So, you are having a good time." Anne smiled affectionately.
"Let's not waste time talking about it now," Charlotte replied. "I'll suck yours if you'll suck mine."
Anne didn't hesitate for a second. With a quick jerking motion, she turned her body upside down. Soon, her sleek head was buried in Charlotte's hot snatch, her own dripping pussy dangling in front of Charlotte's nose.
Charlotte stuck out her tongue, wondering about the first taste of hot twat. She felt the hot flesh throbbing at the touch of her wet tongue. It felt creamy and good. Anne's pussy was hot and soft, fleshy and exciting. Charlotte put the whole of her mouth over it. Soon, she was licking and sucking it as frantically as she had sucked Ann's boobs.
Anne was indulging her animal lusts by furiously licking and chewing at Charlotte's delicious pussy flesh. Charlotte's pussy was so sweet, so hot, so full of infinite delights. Like the expert she was, Anne knew just what to do. She thrust her tongue in the hot open hole, as if it were a tiny prick. She lapped up and down Charlotte's sensitive tunnel membrane, pressing her bottom lip against Charlotte's pert clit.
Tingling stabs of hot sweet sensation filled Charlotte's cunt and shot out to her belly and legs. Hot welling flames licked her skin--the tension was mounting. It had been a long time since a bed partner had done this to her. She laughed to herself at the irony of her partner's gender. And to think that people tried to talk you out of this, she thought. Anne is one of the best lovers I've ever had.
The faster and rougher Anne bit and nibbled at Charlotte's pussy, still thrusting her slithering hot tongue, still chafing the sensitive clitoris, the faster and rougher Charlotte sucked and lapped at Anne's pussy. The feel of the thrusting tongue provoked Charlotte to try and imitate it. After all, Anne deserved to feel as good as she was making Charlotte feel.
Charlotte found the entrance to the hot hole of pleasure with the tip of her tongue. She carefully explored the sides of the tunnel entrance, curious to know every inch of Anne's hot pussy. Anne wriggled and writhed as she felt Charlotte's tongue approach her secret passageway. She knew Charlotte would soon stick it inside and the thought drove her absolutely wild.
Charlotte thrust her tongue in and out of Anne's pussy, rubbing and chafing the pussy walls, burning with lewd desire. Anne panted in a frenzy of mounting lust as she ate Charlotte out-her cunt felt like it was going to explode.
Charlotte felt the hot licks, the fantastic stabs of hot orgasm building in her seething cunt. It was coming, coming, coming-suddenly, everything gave way to the hot release of spasmodic jerking frenzy. Charlotte uncontrollably heaved her sizzling cunt up and down and the orgasm shattered her brain. Her body was sizzling with red-hot release.
Anne's hot slithering body shuddered as she came. The hot jerking motions of Charlotte's pleasure drove her wild. She squealed in delight, shrieking in a high shrill tone as she came.
Afterwards, the two women lay in bed, kissing and caressing each other.
"You are glorious, my pet," said Anne.
"Me?" cried Charlotte. "You are fantastic, Anne. I have never known such sexual joy in my life."
"Not even when you have a thick juicy cock at hand, Charlotte?"
Charlotte thought about it. "No, not even then," she replied.
Anne smiled. "I suspected it would be like this," she said.
"I don't know," said Charlotte. "There's just something about the taste of sweet hot pussy that makes my mouth drool. I don't care if I never see another cock again. Why, just think of all the wonderful things we can do."
"Don't give up cock altogether," laughed Anne.
"I don't care about it," Charlotte insisted. 'The delights of hot sweet twat are so wild that it's going to take some doing before I'm bored with it."
"Well, ma cherie," said Anne, stroking Charlotte's hair, "I must confess I'm partial to pussy myself."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What gives with her?" Greg asked Marie, after a tearful Karin had left.
"She's in love with Charlotte," Marie replied.
Greg raised his eyebrows. "With two roommates like Anne and Suzanne? You'd think she'd fall for one of them."
"She can't stand either of them," Marie replied.
"Poor taste," Greg remarked. "How about you?" he asked, moving closer to Marie.
"What about me?" she asked.
"Do you go for my two French friends?"
"I like them, if that's what you mean," Marie replied. "I'm not gay, though, if that's what you're trying to discover."
Greg laughed and put his arm around Marie's shoulder. She was direct-he liked that. That was one of the things he liked about Suzanne and Anne. But the fact that they were bisexuals made a difference to him.
It was not the kind of difference that interfered in their friendship. Greg was not the kind of person to discriminate against people because of their sexual preferences. They were two lovely girls with free spirits who would do just about anything in bed. Greg liked fucking them, singly or together, better than any women he knew.
That was not the problem. Sex was not the problem. The problem was love. Greg knew he could never fall in love with a woman who made love to another woman. It was nothing personal. It was just something he couldn't understand. He never felt the desire to fuck a man-how could he, when fucking women was so much better? He loved the fair sex, preferred being with women to being with men. It was so much more exciting. The biological variations made all the difference.
Greg had a cock and he knew first hand all about them. But he didn't have a pussy and he didn't have full-blown tits either. The strangeness and excitement of touching and feeling, licking and sucking flesh that he did not possess, parts he had no primary experience with, was what turned him on the most. Every time he fucked a woman, he felt like he was coming closer to the mysteries of the universe.
The pity was, most women were not as romantic as was Gregory. Most women thought they were romantic, clinging to men as if they would die without them. But they had no sense of freedom, no sense of aloneness, no perception of the temporary, transient nature of love. If they were in love with you now, they thought they would be in love with you forever.
Greg thought it would be nice if two people could love each other till they died, but he realized that it very seldom happened' that way. A true romantic realized this and sacrificed all to his passion regardless; most women did not. But somehow, Marie struck him as being unlike most women.
"What do you think about sex," he suddenly said to her.
Marie laughed. "That's a stange thing to say."
"Is it?"
"Most men come right out and ask to fuck you, or they just come-on to you. But I've never been asked what I thought of sex before," she replied.
"Do you think I'm coming on to you?" asked Greg.
"Well, when a man starts talking about sex when you've just met, it usually does," Marie answered.
Greg chuckled. "I guess that's true," he said. "But I really wasn't coming on, at least not conciously. Which doesn't mean I won't later," he added.
Marie looked at him. He was honest and straight-forward, not afraid to say what was on his mind. She was beginning to like him.
"What did you mean then," she inquired, "if you weren't coming on?"
"I was just wondering about gays," he replied.
"Oh. Well, I think, if they want to do it, fine."
"But you don't?"
"No. And I can never really understand why anyone would want to fuck a person of the same sex. It seems kind of boring to me."
"Boring?"
"Yes," said Marie. "I mean, the big thing for me in sex is the sexual difference. I mean, I don't have a cock, which makes holding it, looking at it, sucking it, that much more exciting. I love men because they're different."
"You know," he said, "I was just thinking the same thing practically."
"Really?"
"Really. I was saying to myself that fucking a woman puts you in touch with the mysteries of the universe, because the sexual difference between you is one of the most interesting mysteries."
Marie gazed at him.
"That's beautiful," she said, "and it's true, when you think about it. I think a lot about God when I'm fucking."
"Do you?" he said.
"Well," laughed Marie, "I think mostly about sex, mostly about the wonder of the sensations I'm feeling. But it's precisely the wonder of it that leads me to God."
Greg looked into her eyes. Yes, Marie was certainly different. He stroked her shining hair with his hand. He was happy they had met.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
Marie's heart thrilled at his words. It was so exciting. She had been talking about sex and God and it had made him horny. Greg was too good to be true. She didn't know if she could trust it. Some men practiced at seeming romantic in order to get laid. Marie thought that was stupid. She would think they would rather get laid by being themselves. But then she considered that many women wouldn't sleep with a man unless he pulled that garbage on them.
The whole thing was so stupid. And it was terribly unfair that women like Marie, who would sleep with a man for sexual satisfaction alone, should have to be filled with doubts and uncertainties whenever she seemed to meet a truly romantic man.
But Gregory had not declared any passionate attachment to her, any profound or meaningful attraction. He had merely declared that he wanted to fuck her-pure unadulterated horniness. But there was something in the way he said it that mad Marie think she was special to him.
She stared up into his eyes.
"I want to fuck you too," she breathlessly said.
Greg leaned down and kissed her, long, slow and lingering. Marie felt his trembling lips pressed against hers, his hot tongue gliding in her mouth. Her mouth burned with desire. She flung her arms around his neck and rubbed her lithe body against his.
Greg panted, hot and heavy, as his sweet lips roamed Marie's soft face. He fluttered tiny kisses over her eyelids, sliding his wet trembling lips over her nose. Greg felt his cock stir in his pants.
"Is there anyplace we can go?" he asked.
"I live across the hall," Marie said, her hands in his hair.
"Then what are we waiting for," Greg replied.
Suzanne wandered through the party crowd, searching for Anne. No one knew where she was. Suzanne noticed that Charlotte was nowhere to be found either.
Well, she thought to herself, Anne must have succeeded in making her conquest. I must remember to congratulate her in the morning. I hope Charlotte turns out to be a good one-she could come in handy, living across the hall.
Thinking that Charlotte would probably be a good piece of ass, Suzanne walked over to one of her male lovers and whispered something in his ear. A broad smile spread upon his face. Nodding, he whispered something in her ear.
This time, Suzanne smiled. He pointed towards the door, just as Greg and Marie were about to leave. Running up to them, Suzanne stopped them.
"Where are you going, mes amis?"
Marie smiled. "I'm taking him home with me," she said.
"Really," said Suzanne. "How interesting!
Anne and I speculated about you two, and see, it comes true. We are positively psychic."
"You just know me well enough to know my tastes," said Greg, smiling.
"Know you well, yes," said Suzanne, "but we do not know Marie so well. Isn't that right?" she added, looking at Marie.
"Right," said Marie, nodding her head. "We don't know each other well at all."
"So then you see," said Suzanne, "that I'm a mystic."
The three of them burst into laughter, Suzanne laughing the loudest. It was plain to see that she did not take what she was taking very seriously.
"Prove me wrong and change your plans, both of you," she said.
"What did you have in mind?" asked Marie.
"Joey, over there," answered Suzanne, pointing, "has taken a liking to Gregory. So you are both invited to join us in a little amusement we have planned."
Marie looked at Greg. Considering they way they were feeling, it was the most hysterical proposal she'd ever heard of. Greg burst into a fit of laughter. Marie felt her cheeks flame red from laughter and excitement.
"Thanks, Suzanne dear," said Greg, affectionately toussling her hair, "but we have other plans."
Marie giggled. Suzanne smiled at her. She smiled back. They laughed.
"Well, maybe Marie wants to come," she teased. Suzanne realized that neither of them wanted to come.
"I don't think so," said Marie, still laughing.
"Well, alright then," she replied, "but I bet we have a better time."
Suzanne gave a little wave goodbye, then walked off with Joey, eyes twinkling with excitement "She's really sweet," said Gregory to Marie, as they walked arm in arm to the apartment across the hall.
"By the way," said Marie, I hope you don't mind a sagging mattress. My bed is so old you can hear the planks underneath creaking."
"I'm sure I won't feel a thing," said Greg, aggressively.
"I'll make sure you'll feel something," she said. "Don't worry."
"I'm not," he said, squeezing her closer.
Marie slipped her hand down the back of his pants. The tips of her fingers began to sensuously rub his bare top ass flesh. Greg felt high sky-rocketing flashes shoot up his bowels.
He looked at her, tenderly.
He went to kiss her. Just as his hot lips were panting close to hers, they heard laughter and voices as the door to Marie's apartment opened. Charlotte and Anne were laughing and chatting as they made their way back to the party.
"Oh, hi you two," said Charlotte. She was a little drunk. She and Anne had been celebrating the beginning of bisexuality with some bourbon. She looked at Marie with interest.
"I see you've been having a good time," she said.
"Yea," said Marie. Gregory just smiled.
"Me too," said Charlotte. Anne looked bright and happy.
"Well we'll be running along now," Greg suddenly said.
"Look," said Charlotte to Anne, "they're dying to go fuck."
Marie and Greg laughed.
"See you around Anne," said Greg, as he and Marie entered the apartment.
As soon as the door had shut behind them, Greg took Marie in his arms and pressed her excited, trembling body close to his. His frantic hot lips burned her face and neck. His hot breath fell upon her face.
Marie shuddered in desire as her lips bit into his succulent neck. Greg felt his knees go weak as her pearly hard teeth perforated his neck skin. Greg's body went limp over her as she sucked the blood from his vein.
As they fell to the ground in passion, Greg felt for the lock. He didn't want to be disturbed. He pushed Marie on her back and pulled at her dress. Her hands were sensuously stroking his face.
Greg opened the zipper of Marie's dress as he put one of his legs in between Marie's. She moaned and rubbed her pussy against his leg. Greg pulled the dress down so that Marie was naked from the waist up. Her round fleshy tits dangled in his face.
Greg grasped for the hard throbbing nipples, squeezing them with his fingers. He buried his nose in the valley between her two massive mounts, licking her slopes with his hot eager tongue. Marie cringed with delight.
She tightened the grasp around his leg, pressing her pussy closer and closer to his hot flesh. She wished she could feel the flesh inside right next to her skin, instead off through her stocings and his pants.
Marie reached for the zipper of Greg's pants. He was sucking on her tit, chewing on it like a baby. She pulled open his fly and slipped her hand under his short. His big thick dick felt nice and warm.
"Let's take our clothes off," said Greg.
Marie didn't say a word. She twisted away from him; lifting her ass, she pulled off her pantyhose and panties. She flung them aside. Greg was quickly removing his clothing. His shirt was open and his his shoes and socks lay scattered. He was slipping the tight jeans from his ass. Marie tossed her dress by her pantyhose, then crawled over to him.
Greg wasn't wearing anything except his open shirt. She put her hands on his chest and removed the shirt from his body. Then she picked up his prick with her hands.
She kissed the hot throbbing member, rubbing and caressing it as her mouth roamed up and down its shaft. Greg growled like an animal. His hot dick was growing hard and enormous--soon it was bulging and throbbing with immense proportions.
Marie tickled his jiggling balls, feeling the sensitive flesh with her fingers. She roamed her fingers through the thick hairy patch of harr, moaning as she put the tip of his dick in her mouth.
Greg was groaning with pleasure.
"Oh baby, keep doing that," he moaned. "Oh, it feels so good...."
Marie felt hot shots of licking desire shoot up her spine. Twinges of pleasure flowed through her veins. She took the seething prick and pulled it to her hungry mouth. She eagerly sucked on the red-hot sizzler.
Greg stuck his finger in the crack of her ass as she furiously blew his thick big dick. Marie shuddered from the thrilling chills that swept her body.
She pulled her mouth off of his dick and slithered next to him, brushing her lithe body next to his. Marie rubbed her tingling breasts against his chest. Her thick brown nipples grew hard with excitement.
"Fuck me," she said, nibbling at his ear.
He rolled her over and crawled on top of her. Marie's hot body was moving and writhing under his warm flesh. She buried her head in his tender neck as his stiff throbbing dick neared the entranceway to her tingling cunt. The tip of his prick rubbed against her pulsing clit; he used it with the adeptness of a hand.
"Practice makes perfect," she muttered in his ear.
"What's that?" he asked breathlessly.
"You sure know how to use it," Marie replied.
Greg laughed. "Oh," he said, "you're no slouch yourself, you hot cunt."
"Let's see you stick it in already, you big hunk," said Marie.
Greg moved his thick hunk of male meat and found the vacuum in Marie's pussy. Sticking his dick inside, he let her suck him in. Marie wriggled her hips, moving the muscles in her cunt around his hot dick. Greg shivered with hot sensation.
"Oh baby," he said, biting her earlobe, "you sure know, how to move it."
Greg pushed his dick inside, as far as he could go. He could feel the muscles in her hot cunt twisting spasmodically against his thick chunky dick. He slowly rubbed his pulsing dick against her tunnel walls. Marie shivered and moaned with desire.
"Oh, oh," she said, in short little gasps. "Stick it in, further, harder; shove it all the way up."
Greg was slithering and writhing up on top of her. He shoved his dick further in her hot hole, ramming his seething hot stick as far in as he could get it.
"Are you thinking about God now?" he asked.
Marie laughed. "Not really," she said.
"What are you thinking of?" asked Greg, panting as he shoved is steaming dick in and Out of her hole.
"To be honest," she replied, "I was thinking that you're the best piece of cock I've ever had. Not the best cock, but the most proficient."
"I dig fucking women and making them feel good," he said.
"I can tell," said Marie, "and it feels fantastic."
"Oh baby," he said, "you make me feel so good."
Hot stabbing flashes of pleasure shot through his brain as they rhythmically rocked on the floor. His thick seething dick was sizzling with delight. Hot crashes of shattering pleasure stabbed his cock. Greg felt like he was melting into Marie's body.
Marie moaned in passion as Greg wriggled and writhed on top of her. His hot sizzling cock was shooting up her hole. Marie felt hot twinges of sharp delight crackle in her pussy tunnel. Greg's balls were rubbing against her clit. Shrill tingles of excitment, like high flute notes, beamed out from her clit, spreading to the surrounding pussy flesh. Soon, her entire pussy was buzzing with hot electric excitement.
Marie could hear the music from the party, low and distant, but audible. The shrill electric notes of the guitar stabbed through her being. The slashing electric chords seared through her body. The muscles in her hot cunt pulled and stretched with desire.
Her hot sizzling pussy was throbbing with passion. Hot waves of spasmodic delight swept through her wanton body. Marie trembled with excitment.
"No, don't leave me," she moaned, as she felt Greg start to slip from her hot tight muscles.
"I won't," he replied, taking a deep breath and plunging in more firmly. He buried his cock deeply inside her sizzling abyss.
Marie was drowning in the waves of desire, lost in the forest of delight. The cracking hot guitar sizzled in her brain, then her cunt. It all became one and the same, the hot dick, the seething music, the panting of Greg's hot heart. Marie lost herself in an oblivion of sensual experience.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Good morning."
Charlotte peered over Marie as she opened her eyes.
"Have a good night?" she asked, knowing the answer to her question. "Oh yes," Marie said dreamily. "How was Greg in bed?" asked Charlotte. 'The best. Really good. He was fantastic."
"Oh wow," said Charlotte, "that was some party."
"You can say that again. And you said there would be no good men there," Marie replied.
Charlotte laughed. "I did, didn't I. The eternal pessimist. But it turned into a pretty good night for both of us."
"Did you fuck Anne?" asked Marie.
"I sure did," replied Charlotte.
"You seem pretty happy about it," Marie remarked.
"I am," Charlotte admitted. "I can't believe it myself, but it was fantastic. You should try it, really."
"Oh no," said Marie, "especially not today. Today I'm really crazy about men."
Charlotte laughed. "Try it the next time you're horny and there's no men around-you'll really dig it. Hey," she said, "are you going to see Greg again."
"I think so," said Marie. "He took my number and said he'd call. I think he will. We both had a great time."
"I'm really glad," said Charlotte.
"Me too," said Marie. "It's been so long," she sighed.
"Did. you hear about Karin?" asked Charlotte.
"No, we never went back to the party. Greg slept over until eight this morning. He had to go to work."
"On a Sunday?" asked Charlotte.
"He works for a newspaper. Does layouts."
"Does he go to school?"
"No," said Marie. "But he gets more time off during the week. We're supposed to go to the Museum of Fine Arts on Monday, then have dinner at his apartment."
"Great," said Charlotte.
"Oh God," said Marie, "I hope he calls."
"Marie," said Charlotte, "hell call you."
"I know," replied Marie. "At least I think so. But so many guys I thought would call me didn't, that I think he won't also. It would be just my luck."
"He'll probably call," said Charlotte.
"I know," said Marie. "So what about Karin?" she asked.
"Me and Anne went back to the party and Suzanne said she hadn't been seen for a couple of hours. She wasn't in her room either, because Suzanne went looking for her-she couldn't find the corkscrew. Anyway someone said that he saw her put her coat on and go out."
"Yea, go on," said Marie.
"She came back about two in the morning, drunk and reeking. Karin saw me, Anne, Suzanne, and this friend of their's, Joey, sitting in a corner. She took off her coat and sat down, right between me and Anne. We knew right away that she was going to cause trouble because we'd never seen her so brazen. But she was still afraid to say anything.
"Go on," said Marie, "what happened?"
"Well," said Charlotte, "it was so embarrassing. You should have seen it-you wouldn't have believed it. Karin asked me to come to her bedroom with her. She asked me like it was the most natural thing in the world for the two of us to do, as if we were accustomed to doing it every other night, or something. But I told her I was having an interesting conversation and didn't want to leave."
"What did she do?" asked Marie.
"She became boisterous and unruly. I couldn't believe it. She started yelling at Anne, calling her a filthy slut, and telling me that she was only out to use people. She said I'd end up getting hurt."
"I can't believe it!" exclaimed Marie. "What did you do?"
"I was embarrassed-for her, not myself. Everybody else was embarrassed for her too, because she was making a fool of herself. I told her I could take care of myself. She said that I didn't know what Anne was really like. Anne tried to keep from laughing, and Karin noticed. 'See,' she said, 'she's an insensitive bitch! She has no feelings." Karin's voice quivered with anger and hurt.
'You're acting like a fool, Karin,' I replied. 'It's difficult not to laugh."
Karin stared at me in amazement.
'You're becoming just like her already,' she said.
It was heavy, let me tell you. No one knew what to say. We could have made a lot of nasty cracks and we were in a laughing mood, but she was so upset we thought we might really push her over the edge.
'Karin,' I said, 'I'm a big girl. I can take after myself. Maybe I'm just not what you think I am."
Karin looked at me as if she could hardly grasp what I was saying.
"Charlotte,' she said, her voice trembling with emotion, T thought you cared about me."
I felt sick to my stomach. I looked at Anne, pale with nausea. She threw me a condoling glance. I turned to Karin.
'Karin,' I said, "you took our conversations too seriously. I never promised you anything-I never told you how I felt about you."
'But you acted like you cared,' she insisted. 'You did care."
'I cared at the moment when we were discussing your problems, but I never spent much of my time with you. You are not personally important to me. I don't care if I ever see you again."
'Don't say that,' she cried, grasping my hand and kissing it.
I looked at her in horror. You can't imagine how it was-we all felt sick. Joey didn't know what was going on as well as we did, but he watched what was happening with an aghast expression on his face. I gently but firmly pulled my hand from her grasp.
'Don't do that,' I said. 'I don't want you."
Karin was crushed. Her face turned pale and white-I thought she was going to faint. Anne told me later that she thought Karin was going to throw a fit.
'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I really am. But I never did anything to make you think that I felt any special way for you. I was just compassionate to you when we spoke. But I never went out of my way to speak to you. Maybe I should have refused to discuss such personal matters with you. But you always brought them up, not me."
"That's not true,' said Karin. 'Sometimes you told me about your problems."
'But everyone has problems,' I replied, i just don't take mine as seriously as you do yours. It's not such a big thing for me to talk about them to somebody."
Tears welled in Karin's eyes.
"But we made love,' she uttered sadly.
I wanted to die. It was so embarrassing. I realized that I never should have fucked her. It was like I was a guy who had only used her for sex. But it was her own fault. I didn't know what to say.
I had already told Anne about my sexual experience with Karin. But Suzanne and Joey were shocked. I wasn't embarrassed though-they all felt sorry for me. But I felt sorry for Karin. So did Anne-I had told her about the sex with Karin in detail."
Charlotte looked up at Marie. "Incredible, isn't it?"
Marie was standing with her mouth open. "Incredible," she repeated. "What happened next?"
"Karin shook and trembled. We didn't know what to do. Anne asked her if she wanted a tranquilizer. She shook her head. Karin still stared at me with sad imploring eyes. I didn't know what to do, but I was getting sick of her. I had been having the time of my life, and she wouldn't go away with her sadness. I suddenly realized how selfish she was, how she tried to make me feel guilty, how she tried to make me pity her. I felt disgust. She was pathetic.
'Go away, Karin,' I said. 'Anne is my lover-she's my choice, not you. You can't get me by trying to make me feel sorry for you-I don't. I feel sorry for me, that I'm being harrassed."
They were harsh words, but they worked. Karin picked herself up and left the room. Anne wondered if she was going to kill herself. Suzanne ran to her room to make sure she was all right. She found her crying on her bed. Isn't that sad?"
"Oh my God," said Marie, "it's horrible."
"I know. It makes me wonder how people can have such frail egos that they fall in love with the first person that pays any attention to them."
"It's insecurity," said Marie, "but it's also conceit, in a way. Karin places so much importance on herself and her problems that she expects everyone who knows her to do the same. Because you gave her some thought, and very little at that, she expected that you thought about her as much as she thought about herself. She tried to use you as an answer to her problems. No person can be that to another."
"Maybe you're right," said Charlotte. "I don't want to think about it."
Charlotte looked at Marie. "Well, I'm happy and you're happy, so let's not talk about Karin."
"I hope she doesn't give you any trouble, living across the hall and all," said Marie.
"I don't think so," Charlotte replied. "She's much too shattered. I'm going to avoid her. If I see her, I'll say hello, but I'm going to be careful of what I say to her. I won't be personal in the least. I can't. She takes it the wrong way."
"I know Me neither," said Marie. "She's the type to transfer her affections and latch on to whoever's available."
"You never did talk to her much to begin with," said Charlotte.
"I always thought there was something funny about her. I kept my distance."
"You were smart," said Charlotte, "I wish I'd done the same."
"Well," said Marie, "what's done is done. But enough of Karin. I want to hear about you and Anne. You know, Charlotte, I really can't believe that you're a lesbian. You love men."
"Women are better, really," Charlotte replied. "You can't imagine the delights of hot wet pussy, licking and sucking the moist flesh, until you've tried it for yourself. Fucking Anne last night was the best thing I ever did. I don't care if I never see a cock again."
"Really?" said Marie. "I can't believe it."
"It's true," Charlotte told her. "Sucking tits, the greatest. It's like a whole new world has opened up for me."
"I still can't understand," insisted Marie. "I mean, do I make you horny now?"
Charlotte looked at her. "To be honest," she said, grinning, "there's nothing I'd like better than to fuck you."
Marie looked at her, excited by Charlotte's brazenness.
"Really," said Charlotte, "it only stands to reason. I've been telling you for years you're a very sexy woman."
"I know," replied Marie, "but that was in a different context."
"Well, it was before I realized that pussy turns me on. It's really good-more fun than cock, in its way."
"Are you really going to give up men?" asked Marie.
Charlotte thought about it for a while. "That's hard to say," she said. "Right now, I feel like I only want to fuck women. But two weeks ago, if someone had told me I'd feel like this, I would've said they were crazy. So I don't want to predict how I'll feel in the future."
"I still can't believe you would rather fuck a woman than a man," said Marie.
"Marie," said Charlotte, "fuck me." Marie's eyes turned wide with wonder at Charlotte's proposal. "Really," Charlotte insisted, "you really should do it."
"But you don't turn me on," Marie insisted.
"Not that it's personal-I mean, if I ever decided to fuck a woman, I would fuck you before anyone else."
"That's why you should," said Charlotte. "You won't understand how it is until you do it-look what happened to me, You could be missing out on the most thrilling thing in the world to you, and you wouldn't even know it."
"I don't know."
"Marie," Charlotte laughed, "I'll be honest with you. I really want to fuck you. For two reasons-I want to turn you on to pussy for your sake and I want to get at yours for my sake."
Marie giggled. "It's an interesting idea," she said. "I'm almost tempted to try it, just to see what happens."
"Marie," said Charlotte, "I want to fuck you."
Marie didn't speak a word. She slipped her hand under Charlotte's robe and felt for her hot creamy pussy. Charlotte moaned with desire and slipped out of her robe. She pulled Marie down on the bed with her, grasping at her tits under Marie's silky nightgown.
"Relax," said Charlotte, "I want you to enjoy this."
"I am relaxed," Marie replied. Charlotte believed her. "As long as I'm doing this, I certainly intend to enjoy it."
Charlotte closed her eyes as Marie stuck her fingers inside Charlotte's hot pussy. It was almost like a dream come true-making love to her best friend. Marie was a sensual person with no inhibitions when it came to sex. Charlotte could hardly wait to suck Marie's hot tits.
Charlotte pulled the nightgown over Marie's head. She rubbed her hands all over Marie's firm boobs. Charlotte felt her nipples getting hard and bumpy. Her thighs quivered with desire.
"Ohhh," moaned Charlotte, as she took one in her hot eager mouth. Marie lay back and let Charlotte suck away. She wondered if it would make her horny.
Logic told Marie that the physical stimulation of Charlotte's lips covering her nipples should make her feel horny, as if a guy was sucking them. But she didn't feel a thing-her body simply wasn't responding. She wondered if she could be not letting herself feel horny because she didn't really want to.
Try and get into it, Marie told herself. Make this a fair test. If any woman can turn you on, Charlotte can. But still, Marie felt nothing as Charlotte sucked her hard brown nipple.
Marie felt Charlotte's pussy with her hand. It wasn't even interesting. Marie had felt her own, hundreds of times, when she masturbated. It wasn't like holding a cock-now that was really something. Stroking Charlotte's pussy was kind of boring.
"Are you excited?" asked Charlotte, panting with desire.
"Not really," Marie replied. She didn't want to ruin Charlotte's good time, but she wasn't about to lie.
"Try sucking my tits," Charlotte suggested. She moved so that her hot boobs bounced in Marie's face.
Well, thought Marie, this is something different. You can't do this when you masturbate. Marie took one of Charlotte's throbbing hot nipples in her mouth. She put her wet tongue all over the bumpy brown surface. She sucked and licked at the fleshy mound. Somehow, she couldn't help thinking how wonderful it was to suck the flat-chested nipples of a man. She loved to feel the hairy chest tickle her chin. Marie loved to hear the male groan with passionate desire.
No, sucking female tits did nothing for Marie. She wasn't the least bit horny. Still, she thought, the physical sensations alone should make me horny. I make myself horny when I rub my hand over my pussy.
"Charlotte," she said, lifting her head from her friends hot tits, "I'm not the least bit horny, really. And I'm not fighting it. I just don't feel it."
Charlotte looked at her. She supposed it was possible that pussy didn't turn Marie on. But it seemed so inconceivable-tender hot pussy was so good, so much better than thick hot dick.
"Let's eat each other out," Charlotte suggested. She was determined to lick Marie to a frenzy.
Charlotte turned upside down and stuck her cunt, dripping with lust, on Marie's face. She put her lips to Marie's pussy, which was starting to cream. Charlotte knew that it would, once things got rolling. She knew that all Marie needed was a little time.
Marie stuck her tongue into Charlotte's steaming snatch. It was interesting, feeling the moist inner pussy flesh, she had to admit. But it didn't arouse her passion. She might just as well be eating some new exotic dish, instead of a female cunt. Marie didn't feel in in her loins, like when she sucked dick.
Charlotte thrust her tongue into Marie's pussy, rubbing the pert clit frantically. Marie felt the hot pangs of desire tingle in her cunt. Now there's something, she thought. But even though the tension in her pussy was mounting, even though she was heading for climax, Marie felt that something was missing.
It wasn't the human interaction that was missing from fucking Charlotte. It wasn't like masturbating. Marie could hear the quick sharp pants of her friend to remind her that Charlotte was growing mad with desire while they ate each other's pussy. But Marie, although she felt pleasant enough, was not stirred to a frenzy. Men made her feel like an animal; there was nothing in a woman that she found that exciting.
I guess, thought Marie, as she tried her best to give Charlotte an orgasm with her tongue, that you like men better than women. It probably has something to do with the differences between you. Fucking a guy is so mysterious, so exciting, because you know that you can never feel what he's feeling and he can never feel what you're feeling. You can both only assume that each other's feelings are similar.
Marie wondered why that should make such a difference to her, as Charlotte sucked and panted in her pussy. Charlotte was twitching and jerking, convulsive with hot lust. Marie lay quiet and still, enjoying the sensations in her cunt. But she could make herself feel the same with her own two hands.
It's funny, Marie reflected, that Charlotte's increasing excitement doesn't stimulate you the way that a man's would. But there's none of the mystery of passion in it-you know exactly how she's feeling. You have a cunt, you have tits, you know how it feels. But a dick! How can you ever know how it feels to have a dick. The wonder of heterosexual sex is that it's the closest you can come to knowing how it feels to have a dick.
There's just something about men that I can't put into words. The touch of one I like will thrill the shit out of me. But I like Charlotte more than any woman I know, and I feel almost nothing. There's no wild passion involved, at least not on my part. Women just don't turn me on.
Marie felt Charlotte's hot pussy quiver and jerk. She could tell from the hot utterances that Charlotte had come. Marie was glad. Thinking about the joys of men had gotten her all horny for a guy. She wanted to end this sex with Charlotte and dream about the next time she would fuck Greg. Now, that was really sexy!
Charlotte lifted her head from Marie's pussy. "I came," she said, "how about you?"
"No," said Marie.
"Well, I'll make sure you do," Charlotte replied.
Marie was going to tell her not to bother, but then thought the better of it. She wanted to see if Charlotte could make her quiver with delight. She closed her eyes and tensed her muscles, concentrating on reaching climax.
The feeling heightened and heightened. Marie felt the hot flames of orgiastic lust lick her cunt. She released her sexual energy and felt relieved. But something was missing.
It was the feel of the hot dick slipping from between her legs, easing out of her pussy. There was none of that sharp disappointment of losing nature's plug, the hot bulging dick, from her body. Marie just felt the relief of tension. Once that had happened, she didn't feel sexy in the least.
"I came," she said to Charlotte. "Get up."
Charlotte took her mouth off Marie's pussy and sat beside her. "Well," she said, "what did you think?"
"I didn't like it," Marie replied.
Charlotte looked at her in amazement. "I can't believe it," she said.
"I kept wishing for a dick, the whole time," said Marie.
"Maybe you didn't let yourself like it," Charlotte suggested.
"I thought of that," Marie replied, "but I don't think so. Women just don't turn me on. I dig hot cock. But I've always liked men better than woman, even just to be with. You know that. It's the fact that they're different that gets me-physically and mentally. Knowing that their bodies are different with different, though similar feelings, is what excites me. And even in the way their heads are different. I mean, I think women are as good as men in every respect, but I'd hate to live in a world where we were both the same. Women and men have to be different, because we've got different bodies. And it's the difference that turns me on. That's why I didn't get turned on fucking you."
"But you came?" said Charlotte.
"I might as well have been masturbating. In fact, I think I would rather have been masturbating and fantasizing about a cock. It's no use, Charlotte, I'm strictly heterosexual, that's all."
Charlotte looked at Marie. She could understand how she felt. Just because wet pussy drove her to a frenzy, it didn't mean it would be the same for every woman. Charlotte loved the thought of dealing with the same parts she possessed, but Marie was turned off by the very same thing. It was a matter of individual taste, she supposed.
"Well," she said, "I guess that begins and ends the sexual aspect of our relationship."
"Yes, it does," said Marie. "But I still love you, Charlotte." Marie leaned over and affectionately kissed Charlotte on the lips. "Let's get dressed," she said, hopping out of bed.
"V.
Charlotte jumped out of bed and returned to her own room. It was interesting, what she had just now discovered. Anne had convinced Charlotte that if people would be more honest with themselves, they'd all be bisexual. But now, Charlotte thought that Anne might be wrong.
Charlotte was convinced that she herself was bisexual, maybe even more lesbian than not. She would have to wait and see which sex she preferred when she was given a choice. The way she was feeling now led her to believe that she would chose the woman. Right now, thick hot cock just couldn't compete with smooth dripping pussy.
But Charlotte wondered how it would be three, six months, one year from now. What if a wonderful enticing sexy man came her way? Would she be able to resist? Would she want to?
An hour ago, Charlotte would have thought that it would not even be a tempation to her. She had tried the female sex for her kicks, unable to get them elsewhere, but now, she didn't want to get her kicks elsewhere. But an hour ago, Charlotte had been convinced that titties unforgettable.
Not so for Marie.
She really had thought that Marie would find cunt as irresistable as did Charlotte. Charlotte had to admit that she had been wrong.
Marie wasn't trying to hide her feelings, of that Charlotte was certain. Charlotte believed that Marie sincerely did not like hot pink pussy. Listen to her voice quiver with excitement while she discussed her feelings for men was proof enough-if Charlotte needed more proof, it was there in Marie's gleaming eyes.
Yes, Marie was strictly a man's woman-a woman who liked men better than woman. And Charlotte noticed that Marie was consistently attracted to men who liked women better than women. Obviously, Marie wasn't just rationalizing when she said it was the difference that excited her.
Charlotte stared at herself in the mirror as she brushed her hair. Who was to say what was the normal sexuality? Who was to say what was sick or perverse? Each person had his or her own preferences. As long as one did not inflict those preferences on another person, one was free to fulfill any desires one wanted to.
Anne and Suzanne would think less of Marie because she didn't sleep with women, Charlotte reflected. Anne and Suzanne would say that she was conventional and hung-up. But Charlotte knew better-she knew Marie better.
She knew that Marie was simply exercising her freedom to do what she wanted to. And wasn't that true well-adjustment?
Marie couldn't control not feeling horny at the sjght of a dripping pussy any more than Charlotte could control panting at the mere suggestion of one. It would be just as silly for Charlotte to suggest that Marie try and change her tastes as it would for Marie to encourage Charlotte to give up women. Marie was perfectly willing to accept Charlotte as she was, without trying to change her. Charlotte thought she might do her the same courtesy.
Charlotte didn't find it threatening to herself that Marie rejected her means of sexuality. She was one person and Marie was another-each of them was free to do what they wanted. If Marie wanted to fuck men, fine. If Charlotte wanted to fuck women, also fine. They could still remain friends, the same as before.
Charlotte finished dressing and went into the living room. Marie was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone. Charlotte had been so deeply in thought that she hadn't even heard it ring.
"Oh," Marie was saying, "that sounds terrific. Where do you want to meet?" There was a pause as Marie listened to the person on the other end. "See you then," she said, hanging up.
"Who was that?" asked Charlotte, sitting down beside her.
"Greg. He's finishing early and wants me to meet him in the Commons."
"Great," said Charlotte, smiling. "And you though he wouldn't call," she teased.
"I was afraid he might not, but I thought he would," Marie replied.
"I know," said Charlotte.
"Look," said Marie, "I hope you're not upset that I didn't like fucking you. I didn't mean it personally, you know."
"I know," said Charlotte.
"I mean, it doesn't mean I think there's something wrong with you because you like it. I just don't, that's all. Maybe there's something wrong with me."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," replied Charlotte.
"I don't either, really," Marie admitted. "I'm just trying to say that we can be different, like different things, and still be self-respecting people."
"I was just thinking the same thing," Charlotte told her.
