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 Chapter 23

   Marjorie

   Marjorie moved into Carter Court soon after her husband's passing.  At
68, she seemed too young to consider a senior development, but loneliness
and problems of maintaining a house colored her decision to move.  She
missed her husband, for sure.  Her thoughts of him and her having intimate
sex were still strong and were resolved mostly by masturbating for relief.
At Carter Court, she didn't know what to expect, but many of those doubts
were dissipated quickly when several of the women, notably Louise, another
68 year old, took Marjorie under her wing.  This was a new feeling for
Marjorie.  In her former world, she was mostly preoccupied with matters of
the home, her husband and her daughter.  At Carter Court, her only concerns
had to do with institutional living, eating and sleeping, notably. 
Otherwise, she was free to enjoy life at its fullest.  Carter Court
provided those outlets frequently.  Trips, excursions, dinners at local
restaurants were all part of that social scene.

   So when Louise introduced herself and offered her assistance at settling
in, a clue to how she was to enjoy life at Carter Court began.  It began
with Louise's daily presence in guiding her through the events of the day.
It began with side excursions in Louise's car to the malls.  It began with
interesting side trips to neighboring towns and cities.  It began with
overnight stays at inns and resorts throughout the state and out of state.
In all, a comfortable intimacy between Marjorie and Louise began to
develop. Marjorie wasn't at all conscious of those intimacies, at first. 
Sometimes it would be Louise's hand on her shoulder while they walked. 
Sometimes it would be Louise's hand on her thigh as they whispered a
comment to one another.  At other times, it would be a hug or a friendly
kiss.  But she felt comfortable in this relationship throughout.  In fact,
she even missed Louise at times and wondered about this newfound interest
in the day-to-day sharing with another woman.  For it was the first time
that she ever felt so close to another woman.

   On those overnight trips to other cities, sharing a room with Louise
brought on new feelings.  At first, when they bathed or showered, modesty
ruled.  They avoided nudity.  When Louise showered, it was behind a closed
bathroom door.  It was the same with Marjorie.  But as the relationship
matured, each relaxed in these circumstances.  There were times when Louise
would leave the bathroom door open.  Marjorie would, too.  There were the
shared glimpses of each one's nakedness.  Marjorie found herself looking at
Louise's body with a new curiosity.  Louise's breasts, for one, were quite
different.  The aging process made them less firm and more pendulous.  And
compared to her own, less firm.  But they were attractive, nonetheless. 
Once, after an exhausting trek around Niagara Falls on one of their trips,
they came back to the motel, showered and collapsed on their respective
beds for a nap before heading out for an evening on the town.  Louise lay
naked on the bed with only a bath towel covering her.  As she slept, the
towel slid off and revealed Louise's cunt and breasts in all their glory.
Marjorie couldn't help but look and observe Louise in her near state of
nudity.  Her cunt hairs were shaved at the edges.  But the lips of her
vagina resembled her own, full and moist.  A new feeling came over
Marjorie, the feeling of lust, the wonder at what it would be like to love
and be loved by another woman.  Her mind envisioned their two bodies
entwined, their legs criss-crossing in a V, their vaginas and clitorises
rubbing one another.  She felt the warmth of the friction and the passion
of the moment.  She knew she was excited after she left her fantasy world
and felt her own vagina, which had moistened noticeably.  Both her hands
began to play on her vagina, tickling, massaging, penetrating her now hot
cunt and clitoris.  She continued this playfulness, her eyes focused on
Louise's nude body as she lay on the bed next to her.  Her imagination had
them together, feeling the warmth of their bodies.  She saw Louise kneeling
over her, their cunts at each other's face, and felt Louise's tongue toying
and manipulating her hot and hardened clitoris.  Suddenly, she felt the
rush of her orgasm envelope her fingers and her hand.  The intensity was
such that it took everything she had not to scream her ecstasy.  She tasted
her love juices and, covering herself with her towel, slept.  She woke to
the sound of Louise washing in the bathroom and shouted, "Is it time to go?
I sure slept.  The walk must have really done me in."

   Louise laughed and replied, "That makes two of us.  I don't remember a
thing since laying down."

   As Louise washed, naked, Marjorie lay on her side facing the bathroom
and admired Louise from a distance.  She noticed that her arousal and
curiosity continued, particularly as Louise bathed her crotch and cunt in
the basin waters.  From her vantage point, her cunt hairs glistened in the
bright light of the bathroom and accented the protrusion of her pubic area.
When Louise finished, Marjorie asked, "Finished?  I'll wash and get ready
now."

   Marjorie moved into the bathroom, comfortably naked, and began her
libations.  Louise, meanwhile, sat near the TV, ostensibly watching CNN,
waiting.  But Marjorie couldn't help but notice Louise taking long and
studied looks at her as she washed.  The bathroom mirror allowed for this.
A new feeling arose.  She began to enjoy Louise's gazes and positioned
herself so that Louise could gain a maximum view of her tits, cunt, and
ass. Bending over the sink gave Louise a full view of Marjorie's tits. 
Pretending to drop a towel and stooping over allowed Louise a full view of
her cunt and asshole.  She even resorted to stretching under the guise of
doing an exercise that allowed Louise to enjoy the movements of her body.
Then she dressed and the two went to dinner.

   That night, they returned to their motel visibly happy and slightly
tipsy from the drinks they had at dinner.  Both decided to get to sleep
since they had another long day ahead of them.  The night was warm and
Louise announced that she was going to sleep in the nude.  Marjorie agreed,
"Yes, I think I will too." With that, they turned out the lights and went
to sleep.  But it was a light sleep for Marjorie.  She woke a half hour or
so later and glanced at Louise who lay with her head raised and her legs
slightly elevated.  The neon of the motel signs shone dimly into the room
and fell directly on Louise.  Marjorie noticed some movement of her hands
and it became clear that Louise was massaging her vagina in a slow circular
manner.  She gave full attention to the labia of her cunt, but extended the
massage to her stomach and her inner thighs.  At the same time, she could
tell that her head faced Marjorie, taking in her body and her nudity.  Then
the action became more and more focused.  She could see Louise's finger and
then fingers sink deeply into her vagina, massaging her clitoris with a
concentrated vigor.  Her hips rose to meet the thrusts and her pelvis began
to gyrate with greater intensity.  Then came the stifled moans of pleasure
and satisfaction as Louise came, her words garbled but intelligible, "Oh!
Baby.  Oh!  Marjorie." Her passion persisted for several minutes and ended
with her tasting her love juices, licking her hand and fingers of her warm
cum.  With that, she turned and slept.  The scene was too much for
Marjorie. She felt her wet cunt and searched for the release that she
needed.  Her hands went to her hot cunt and massaged, her fingers coming to
play on her hot clitoris until she came abundantly and ate the warm, sticky
juices and slept.

   After two days more at Niagara Falls, they returned to Carter Manor and
their day-to-day routines.  They decided to sign up for an exercise course
at the Y.  This enabled them to exercise daily and, Marie thought, "To get
better acquainted with one another's body in the nude." Marie began to look
forward to these sessions for that very reason.  She could study Louise's
body up close and fantasize their lovemaking.  She would come home after
each of these workouts and lay in bed visualizing Louise's and her bodies
in intimate contact, loving, caressing, touching, tasting.  Often, invoking
these images were enough for Marjorie's arousal.  More importantly, these
invocations always led to magnificent and intense orgasms.

   Unknown to Marjorie, Louise replicated these intimacies in the quiet of
her own apartment.  Marjorie suspected as much since she remembered Louise
crying out her name at the moment of orgasm at the motel in Niagara Falls.
Like Marjorie, Louise, too, would come home, lay naked on her bed and take
out a vibrator she had and gradually massage her cunt and clitoris into
ecstasy, always crying out Marjorie's name at the moment of truth. 
Afterwards, she would lay there and conjure up ways of seducing Marjorie.
She decided to invite Marjorie to her apartment the next day after their
exercise session and broach the question in terms of loneliness.

   On their way home from the Y the next day, Louise asked, "Are you doing
anything special Marjorie?  How about coming up and joining me for a
drink?"

   Marjorie smiled and accepted instantaneously.  "Louise, I was about to
ask you the same thing.  I would love to."

   Entering Louise's apartment, Louise said, "Make yourself comfortable
Marjorie.  Take your shoes off and think of yourself at home." At the same
time, she asked, "What are you drinking?  Martinis, as in Niagara Falls?"

   "That's fine, Louise," Marjorie replied as she kicked off her shoes and
relaxed on the sofa.

   Marjorie's martinis had an extra kick to them and before long both
Marjorie and Louise were in a giggly, bawdy mood, reminiscing over
childhood and adult traumas.  Inevitably, the subject of loneliness came
up, abetted by Louise's prompting, and the discussion got around to sex and
missing their respective husbands and the fun times.  Louise led the
subject around to masturbation as a form of release and admitted openly to
Marjorie that this was her only release for the last 5 years.  Marjorie
felt a twinge of lust in her crotch at Louise's admission and found herself
agreeing with Louise.

   "I do the same thing, Louise, but it's so lonely.  Do you ever crave to
have another fellow being around enjoying it with you," she queried. 
Louise noted the ambiguity of the question but chose to ignore it for the
meaning she preferred, namely masturbating with Marjorie.

   So she quickly added, "Yes, it gets quite lonely and I've, of late,
gotten around to thinking of the two of us sharing this moment.  I hope you
won't be offended by my candidness."

   Marjorie responded with the answer Louise had been hoping for, "Why
Louise, why should I be offended.  I find it gratifying that you think of
me as such a close friend.  I'm afraid, though, that I'm a bit
inexperienced at this."

   Louise lost no time and moved across to the sofa, kneeling before
Marjorie, and in a voice husky with excitement said, "Let me show you."
With that, she gently removed Marjorie's sweatshirt and bra and kissed her
breasts tenderly, taking each nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. 
Her hands, too, were active.  They slid her slacks and panties off in one
movement, and, in the same motion, Louise's head found Marjorie's warm
labia.  Then she moved Marjorie's legs onto the sofa so that she lay prone,
her naked body now being smothered with kisses and caresses from Louise's
mouth and hands.  In an instant, Louise, too, stripped and, kneeling before
Marjorie's nakedness, loved her as never before.  Tenderness was the
hallmark of Louise's loving.  Her mouth and tongue bathed Marjorie from
head to foot.  She began with tender kisses of her eyes and face and mouth.
She continued to her breasts, loving her firm breasts with her hot mouth
and tongue.  She moved lower and Marjorie shuddered as she felt Louise's
hot mouth and tongue move to her vagina.  She toyed with her pubic area,
licking, sucking, tasting the inner recesses of her loins.  Her hot tongue
probed the exterior and interior of Marjorie's cunt, diving deep into its
warm and moist cavities, sucking the abundant juices that were beginning to
flow from her cunt.  Marjorie's body began to respond to this hot
lovemaking.  Her hips began to gyrate and move in synch with Louise's
tongue as it fucked her hot cunt.  The sensations became unbearable as the
movement increased and it wasn't long before Marjorie felt an orgasm
beginning in the lower groin, surging forward and enveloping the muscles of
her vagina, stomach, and ass.  She screamed, "Oh Louise.  Don't stop.  I'm
coming.  I'm coming.  God, it's beautiful.  Don't stop.  Don't stop! 
Ohhhhhhhhh, it's coming and coming.  OHHHHHHHHH!  OHHHHHHHHH!  It's still
coming." The screams succumbed to heavy breathing and then peace with
Louise's own screams dominating.  She was responding to Marjorie and her
cunt emptied its hot juices onto the carpet and ran down her leg.  She
tasted and then rested her head full on Marjorie's cunt and the two shared
their unspoken joy with sighs of love and satisfaction.