Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 11:15:27 -0600
From: Katherine T. <katherinet_@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lovers (lesbian) (Katherine T.)

Lovers (lesbian) (Katherine T.)

The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.

All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com

A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
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Author's note: I wrote this story some years ago under another
title and another pseudonym. Frankie's lesbian politics are a bit
antiquated, but politics is politics, and since not all people
evolve politically at the same rate, the story is probably still
relevant. This is a story of a particular troubled lesbian
relationship, and like any story of a relationship, it may not be
descriptive of other relationships. I've made some minor changes
and I'm now posting this new version for the first time.



                             Lovers

                         by Katherine T.

                What you see is not what is there.
                What is there is something else.
                                        -- Unknown


                        Part One. Valerie

     Frankie is in one of her preoccupied moods. Valerie
concludes that as she lies with her head in Frankie's lap as
Frankie studies some papers brought home in her briefcase. It's
ten o'clock in the evening and the TV tube is now showing the
evening news with the sound off. Valerie looks at the flashing
pictures on the tube and she amuses herself attempting to
discover what the people are saying. Of course it makes no
difference whether you have the sound on or off, whatever the
people are saying is ridiculous anyway. With a sigh, Valerie
slips her hand into Frankie's lap. Her fingertips tease the seam
of Frankie's jeans. But nothing happens. She might as well be
touching a stone statue for all the response she gets. Frankie's
mind seems totally occupied with her paperwork, no evidence at
all that Frankie is aware of Valerie's hand. No evidence before
the bar, Valerie thinks. She feels both amusement and annoyance.
Frankie is an attorney and she's always serious about her
vocation. She's a tall studious looking woman with a distinctive
dyke haircut and wire-rimmed eyeglasses. Despite her serious
appearance, Frankie's fine-boned face gives her a special beauty
and Valerie adores her. Frankie has clear ivory skin and nipples
like hard raspberries. Valerie adores serious women with fine
faces and steady eyes. They've been lovers for two years and
living together almost since the beginning. Valerie continues
tickling the seam of Frankie's jeans, but Frankie remains
apparently oblivious to it. Is the romance over? The idea
the romance could be over frightens Valerie. She's twenty-five, a
brunette with a pouting mouth she likes to paint a bright red, a
slender but curvy body that drives the butches wild. She knows
all about it. She can see the look in their eyes in the bars when
they give her the once-over, that hungry dyke look that always
makes her shiver. A lover once told her what it is. The contrast.
A slender femme with full breasts can make certain butches crazy.
But Valerie thinks it has to be more than that because she has
known women who were wild over her ass. Anyway, it's nice to be
pretty and have a good body. She likes the attention. But of
course it isn't the most important thing in the world. What is
really important is a permanent relationship, a home, mutual
giving. What is really important is peace of mind. The trouble is
that even after living with Frankie two years not a day passes
when Valerie isn't needy, as needy as a bitch in heat, pussy-
dripping needy. If not every day, then every other day. Without
fail. She expected Frankie to take care of that part of her life.
Frankie takes care of her financially, but that isn't enough for
Valerie. It's fine that Frankie earns enough in her law practice
to give them an easy life, but Valerie thinks Frankie ought to
have more consideration for the physical side. Is that asking for
too much? Isn't it ridiculous to be lying here tickling Frankie's
crotch without any response from Frankie? Valerie watches the
images on the television tube. A woman in a red bandanna now has
her mouth going, talking without stopping, saying nothing about
who knows what. All I want is affection, Valerie thinks. No, it's
more than that. If all she wants is affection she'll buy a toy
poodle. What she wants is good sex, the same marvelous hot sex
she knows other women have. She wants Frankie to make her shake
and moan until her bones are rattled. How can a woman have peace
of mind without sexual fulfillment? No, it isn't possible. When
she's like this she's always so incredibly restless, no peace of
mind at all. No peace of mind, Valerie thinks. With Frankie these
days she never has it. She tries, though. She has no problem with
Frankie when Frankie is interested. The problem is it never
happens often enough, at least not enough to keep the demons out
of Valerie's mind and her pussy happy. Frankie cares a great deal
about her law practice, but she seems to care very little about
the needy state of Valerie's poor little muffin. Twice a week on
Wednesdays and Saturdays is just not enough to keep Valerie
happy, to give her that look of happiness and completion that she
sees on the faces of some of her friends. She thinks Frankie
ought to take care of her needs. This way it's like some dead het
marriage. Dead dyke marriage like a dead het marriage. Serves you
right, Valerie thinks, serves you right for settling down. She
ought to be out there getting worked over by a different woman
every night. She ought to be bouncing on beds with sweat on her
forehead.
     She tickles Frankie's crotch again, determined to get
Frankie interested in something beside her paperwork. She can
feel the bulge of Frankie's sex right through the fabric of
Frankie's jeans. But no heat in there. She's had enough
experience with Frankie to know from the feel of her crotch what
state Frankie is in. At the moment, Frankie is far away
somewhere, much too far away to be interested in anything sexual.
Valerie tells herself maybe she ought to wait for another time,
when suddenly Frankie moves the papers away from her face and she
looks down at Valerie's hand.
     "What's going on?" Frankie says. "Is today Wednesday?"
     Valerie groans. "It's Tuesday. It's been Tuesday all day.
You don't mind if I just lie here, do you? If it bothers you I'll
stop." And then Valerie adds with a sarcastic smirk: "I wouldn't
want to interfere with your work."
     In a calm voice, Frankie says: "It's my work that supports
us."
     In a moment Frankie returns the papers to the front of her
face. Valerie now assumes she has permission to continue
doing what she's been doing, but she feels foolish about it. Here
she is making a blatant effort to get Frankie interested in her,
and all Frankie cares about is her damn paperwork. Determined not
to give up, Valerie now rolls over to face Frankie's crotch.
     Frankie groans. "Val, honey..."
     "Just keep doing what you're doing. Pay no attention to me."
     "That's hardly possible."
     "Try it."
     Valerie pulls at the zipper of Frankie's fly. The jeans are
tight, but not tight enough to prevent her fingers from getting
in there. She feels the crinkly bush through the panties, and
then she strokes further down to the soft folds of Frankie's
cunt.
     Valerie says: "Let me get the jeans off."
     And Frankie rustles her papers and groans again. "Oh, Val."
     "Frankie, please..."
     Valerie hates begging Frankie like this, but there seems to
be no alternative. She rolls off the sofa to get Frankie's jeans
off her legs, and then she stretches out again with her head in
Frankie's lap and her excitement more intense than ever as she
faces Frankie's panty-covered crotch.
     In the beginning, when they first started living together,
most of the sex involved Valerie remaining passive while Frankie
took the lead in starting things and carrying things through and
finishing things. In the beginning Frankie seemed to have only
one objective in her mind and that was to make certain Valerie
had the most pleasure possible out of every sexual encounter
between them. Valerie isn't certain precisely when things
changed, but after they were together a year she knew the sexual
part of their relationship was no longer the same. Gradually it
was no longer Frankie who initiated sex, it was Valerie, until
finally one day Frankie said she needed her time to be more
predictable so maybe they ought to agree to Wednesday and
Saturday nights. "We'll make Wednesday and Saturday nights just
for us," Frankie said, which appealed to Valerie because at least
she'd have those two nights with Frankie without Frankie ever
complaining. The trouble was just two nights were not enough for
Valerie, and before long she realized it and the two nights a
week supposedly only for them became an agony for her whenever
she wanted sex and it was neither Wednesday nor Saturday. It
wasn't that Frankie was that rigid about the calendar, she
wasn't, but it was always up to Valerie to make the move and take
the chance that Frankie will reject her and leave her depressed,
or even worse they'd have an argument about something trivial to
hide the incongruence of their sexual attitudes.
     Valerie now carefully tugs the crotch of Frankie's panties
aside to expose the full lips of Frankie's cunt. Not much hair on
the lips. More of it on the mound. Frankie has her papers in
front of her face again, and Valerie has no idea what Frankie's
response might be. She's afraid Frankie might stop her, but
instead Frankie merely squirms a bit on the cushion without
closing her thighs. Valerie tells herself thank god, maybe
something will happen after all.
     She has always adored Frankie's cunt. Frankie's clitoris is
a luscious little knob just visible at the apex of the outer
lips. Valerie thinks maybe later, when Frankie is aroused enough,
she'll suck it, lick it with the flat of her tongue like an ice
cream cone, then give it a tongue-whipping. But at the moment she
intends to excite Frankie with her fingers first because Frankie
has strange inhibitions about cunnilingus. Frankie likes doing it
to Valerie, but whenever Valerie does it to Frankie, Frankie
seems embarrassed. Which Valerie thinks is so sad. Next to being
totally possessed by a woman's fingers and mouth, what Valerie
likes most is licking and sucking a lover's cunt. How sad it is
that Frankie has problems with it.
     Using the tips of her fingers, Valerie carefully strokes the
folds of Frankie's cunt until the outer lips part to reveal more
of the inside. Hardly any wetness. Just a hint of moisture lower
down where the vaginal opening gapes slightly because Frankie
once had a child that died in infancy. Something never discussed.
Never mentioned. But always in the mind of Valerie whenever she
looks closely at Frankie's vagina. She looks at the opening and
she thinks how wondrous it is that a child came out of there.
Miracles.
     Valerie has an urge to suck Frankie now. Or at least to lick
her everywhere. Make her moan. It might work, but Frankie might
also get angry. Valerie wonders why in hell she ever agreed to
live with a woman, to marry a woman whose interest in sex is less
than her own.
     No, not yet, she thinks. She won't give up the ghost yet.
She tugs the crotch of Frankie's panties back into place and she
rises from Frankie's lap. "I'll be right back," Valerie says.
     Frankie rustles her papers and mumbles something, as if she
assumes Valerie is merely off to the bathroom.
     But Valerie has something else in mind. When she reaches the
bedroom it isn't the adjoining bathroom she wants but one of the
drawers in the large bureau they share. Frankie has half the
drawers, Valerie has the others. From one of her own drawers,
Valerie pulls out a black lace garter belt and a pair of sheer
charcoal stockings. Skimpy feminine lace and nylon. Never mind
the politics, Valerie doesn't give a damn about lesbian politics.
She believes nothing can be wrong with doing something if it
turns her on or turns on her lover. Never mind the pompous dykes
who think they know what every woman needs. She has enticed
Frankie with these items often enough to know they can work. That
was especially true in the beginning of their romance when
Frankie was less constrained about playing games during sex, less
inhibited about Valerie dressing up to excite them both with the
accoutrements of feminine availability. These days Frankie is
more political and she often seems embarrassed by the feminine
trappings, as if she indeed thinks sexy lingerie is out of place
in a true lesbian relationship. A notion that Valerie thinks
ridiculous. Who the hell can identify a true lesbian
relationship? But she never debates with Frankie because Frankie
after all is a lawyer. Only idiots debate with lawyers.
     Valerie hopes the frills might work tonight. She quickly
strips her clothes off and she studies herself in the full-length
mirror attached to the bathroom door. Still attractive, isn't
she? Still young enough to look good from any angle. Five-eight
is a good height. As long as she keeps her weight down her body
looks slender and trim. She runs her fingers over the undersides
of her full breasts. Watching herself in the mirror. Jiggling the
firm globes and smiling at the way the tips vibrate. Unable to
resist the urge to use her mouth, she raises her right breast
with her hand and she swabs her tongue over the long nipple,
wetting it down, then taking the nipple between her teeth to suck
on it briefly. god, she needs something tonight! She runs her
hands over her hips and back to the firm flesh of her buttocks.
She tells herself Frankie is a fool not to appreciate her more.
There are women out there who would do plenty. She slides her
fingers into the curls of the dark muff beneath her belly. Her
pubic triangle is thick enough to completely hide her labia. She
remembers a woman she knew who shaved everything, the lips clean
and silky and exposed. On occasion Valerie trims some of the hair
away to show more of herself, but she's a brunette and she doubts
her dark lips would look better without hair. Still, it might be
worth trying sometime just to amuse herself. Maybe shock Frankie
who isn't that experienced. Would Frankie be shocked? As far as
Valerie knows, she's Frankie's first serious lover. But Frankie
hardly ever talks about the other women she has known.
     Now Valerie touches herself again, aware of her wet pussy,
the juice trickling between her thighs, the fountain flowing the
way it always does when she's this turned on. But she resists the
urge to stroke herself. She turns to the garter belt and
stockings, sits down on the edge of the bed and starts pulling on
the stockings. Making her legs sleek. And exciting herself doing
it. By the time she finishes hooking the stockings to the garter
belt her pussy is wetter than ever. She brings a pair of heels
out of the closet, sexy red pumps she hasn't worn in ages. She
slips her feet into them, looks at her legs in the sheer charcoal
stockings, her sleek legs, then searches the closet again to find
the black negligee Frankie bought her shortly after they became
lovers. Valerie remembers now how embarrassed Frankie seemed
giving her the negligee, Frankie blushing when Valerie pulled the
fluffy thing out of the box and squealed with joy that she loved
negligees. Happy she could wear one and look good in it. Now
slipping into the black negligee. She ties the front bow and then
she does a whirl in front of the full length mirror to see the
effect. After that she puts some fresh lipstick on her lips,
bright red, not too much because Frankie never likes her to
overdo it. Valerie tells herself she'll cry if this doesn't work.
She will truly cry if this fails to get Frankie interested.
     High heels clicking on the parquet floor, Valerie walks into
the living room aware of how she looks, the red heels, the
stockings, her dark nipples and dark bush revealed by the sheer
negligee. Frankie glances up from the papers in her hands, her
eyes showing immediately surprise.
     "Good god, Val."
     "Just an urge to dress up," Valerie says. "You don't mind,
do you? I thought you might like it." She does a turn that sends
the negligee swirling around her nylon-clad legs. "Do you like my
legs?"
     "You know I like your legs." Frankie's eyes take in the legs
and the high heels and the negligee and she seems flustered. "You
look fabulous, but I do need to read these briefs. And it's not
Wednesday, you know."
     "I won't bother you, Frankie, I promise."
     "Honey, I can't work while you're parading around like that.
Just give me an hour, okay? I'll see you in an hour in the
bedroom."
     Crushed, Valerie turns and walks back to the bedroom and
shuts the door. What I need is a lover, she thinks, someone
outside the relationship she has with Frankie, someone outside
her marriage to Frankie. Her crumbling marriage. Because that's
what it is, isn't it? A crumbling marriage. She loves Frankie and
she can't imagine not living with her, but she just can't go on
like this. She never imagined she'd ever want any woman but
Frankie, but getting a lover seems the only way to keep her
sanity.
     Now she slips the negligee off and she studies herself in
the long mirror again, looks at herself wearing the garter belt
and nylons, at the erotic image of her dark bush framed by black
lace. Pathetic, isn't she? A whimper of frustration comes out of
her throat as she realizes how aroused she is. She cups her
buttocks with her hands, squeezing and pinching the firm globes.
Then she moves both hands around to the front and she pinches her
cunt with her fingers. She moans softly as she feels how wet she
is. She starts gyrating her hips in front of the mirror, her eyes
fixed on her hairy sex. Ever so slowly, she pulls her thick labia
open with her fingers to reveal the quivering bud of her clit. Oh
god, look at it, look how swollen it is. One touch and she'll
come immediately. Instead, she moves her hands away, her palms
sliding over her body to keep the tension rising. Thank god she
knows how to pleasure herself when she needs it. She'd surely go
crazy without it. Just her vag, she thinks. If she keeps her
fingers away from her clit, she can play with her cunt and delay
things as long as she wants. She always needs something in there.
She slips her fingers down, probes around the vaginal entrance,
stretches it a bit, then pushes her fingers inside and jerks her
pelvis forward because it feels so good.
     She moans. She uses her left hand to lift her right breast.
Watching herself in the mirror, she lowers her head and licks the
nipple until it gleams with her saliva. Both nipples are stiff
and swollen. She quivers as her eyes take in the way the black
straps of her garter belt frame her bush. Her long legs look so
sleek and lovely in the sheer charcoal stockings, her calves
exquisitely flexed by the four-inch heels of the red pumps. After
turning sideways, she looks over her shoulder at the shape of her
ass, then cups a hand over one buttock and jiggles it. Will she
ever be able to find a lover who can give her body the attention
it deserves?
     Now she leaves the mirror and she falls across the bed on
her back with her thighs wide open. With a soft moan she slides
her hands down over her body to the steaming flower of her cunt.
She gasps and jerks, her hips arching upward as she closes her
right hand over the hot mound of her pussy and slowly massages
the dripping lips. How she loves the feel of her wetness beneath
her fingers! Her cunt is loose and quivering now, ready to be
loved and cuddled and provided with ecstasies. She spreads her
throbbing labia and dips her fingers inside her vaginal opening.
She groans as a delicious hot spasm washes over her body.
Stretching the mouth of her cunt with a screwing motion of her
fingers, she gradually slips her fingers deeper and deeper inside
her canal. She can feel the muscles in there grabbing at her
fingers. Her eyes closed, her mouth open, she spreads her
quivering thighs wide apart as she imagines she has a lover
between her legs, a woman with a hard body and a long tongue, a
tongue long enough and thick enough to fill her completely, and a
tongue strong enough to lap her clit as long as she needs it.
Valerie shudders as she starts stabbing her fingers in and out,
twisting them enough to stretch the tissues around her clit and
bring her closer and closer to an intense orgasm. Waves of
pleasure engulf her senses. She bucks her hips, fucking back at
her pumping hand, her fingers making a wet sound each time they
plunge inward.
     Suddenly the bedroom door opens, Frankie steps into the room
and then freezes as she takes in the scene.
     Valerie cries out, jerks her hand away from her crotch and
rolls over on her belly with a groan. "Frankie, why don't you
knock?"
     Frankie's voice has an icy calm. "It's my bedroom too, Val."
     Valerie sighs into the pillow. "Yes, I guess so. I guess
it's my fault."
     Silence.
     Frankie says nothing, but Valerie can feel Frankie's eyes
staring at her. Then Valerie hears Frankie pass the bed, and the
next moment she hears Frankie walk into the bathroom and close
the door.
     Valerie lies there listening, her heart beating wildly,
wondering what will happen now. She knows how much Frankie hates
the idea of secret masturbation. Never in secret, Frankie told
her. If we need that, we ought to be able to help each other.
Valerie hears the sound of the toilet flushing. Then a few
moments later she hears Frankie brushing her teeth.
     The bathroom door opens and Frankie says: "Val?"
     "Yes?"
     "Let's wait until tomorrow, okay? I'm just too tired this
evening, too preoccupied with some things at the office. You
don't mind, do you, honey? Tomorrow's Wednesday and we'll have a
lovely time together."
     A cold chill passes up Valerie's spine. "Sure, Frankie,
whatever you want."
     When Frankie closes the bathroom door again, Valerie rolls
over on her back and she moves a hand down to her cunt. She has
to finish what she started now. Frankie as much as told her to do
that. Valerie quickly slips her fingers inside her vagina and she
begins fucking herself. The orgasm arrives within moments, her
juices drenching her pumping hand as she continues jerking her
wrist.
     I can't go on, she thinks. She'll get a lover. No matter
what, she'll get a lover because she can't go on this way. Oh no.
     Rising at last, she wipes her hand on the bed sheet and she
begins unhooking the stockings to get ready for bed. By the time
Frankie comes out of the bathroom, Valerie is under the covers
with her back turned, her eyes closed. Valerie feels a great
relief when Frankie slides into bed and does no more than kiss
her shoulder before rolling away to sleep.
     The darkness is a refuge.



                          Two: Frankie

     Frankie notices the girl as soon as she enters the elevator.
The two of them are alone together, Frankie just returning from a
boring lunch with a pair of LaSalle Street attorneys, and now
here is this interesting girl riding up with her in the elevator.
Still a girl, really, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, a chunky
brunette with big breasts under a tight sweater, and a manner of
looking at Frankie that says they have something in common.
Recognition. Whenever it happens this way, unexpected, Frankie is
always thrilled because it means there are so many women out
there unknown to her who might be available. She does have
Valerie, but Valerie is domestic and this is foreign, an unknown
girl, and unknown girls are always exciting.
     Frankie starts the conversation, mentioning something about
the weather, and then about the building and the airconditioning
and how sometimes it's too warm in the office, all the while her
eyes taking in the girl's tight sweater, the big breasts,
wondering what the nipples are like. "Aren't you warm in that
sweater?"
     The girl gives her a wry smile. "No, it's not too heavy."
     But the breasts are heavy. Oh my yes. Frankie can tell the
girl is wearing a bra, full support for those lovely tits.
     They talk some more, Frankie learning the girl is visiting a
dentist on her floor, and as they step out of the elevator,
Frankie makes a joke about how awful it is to have a frozen
anesthetized mouth after a visit to the dentist.
     "Oh, I'm just having a cleaning," the girl says.
     "I'm due for one myself," Frankie says. "But I've been so
busy in court, there's no time."
     "You're a lawyer?" A look that says the girl is impressed.
     "That's right."
     They have now stopped in front of Frankie's office, the girl
hesitating a moment before she says: "Gee, I could use a lawyer,
I'm having so much trouble with my landlord."
     Frankie chuckles. "Well, here I am. But you've got that
dental appointment now, don't you? Maybe we could meet for a
drink later on."
     "Sure, I'd love that."
     "There's a place called Ricky's just around the corner. How
about four o'clock?"
     So easy. Before they say goodby, Frankie learns the girl is
a nurse and her name is Marcia. Which makes Frankie more excited
than ever, because the one thing she knows for certain is that
nurses can be hot.

                          *     *     *

     Ricky's is crowded, the usual late afternoon gaggle of
executive types pretending a fostering of business connections.
Frankie takes a seat at the long bar, orders a whiskey sour and
waits. Promptly at five minutes past four Marcia arrives and sits
down next to her with a smile. "Well, I'm here."
     Frankie asks her what she's drinking and then buys her a
daiquiri. "I haven't been in here in ages," Frankie says.
     Marcia chuckles and leans closer. "Listen, I just want to be
sure we're on the same track."
     "What track is that?"
     "Do you read Gay News?"
     "I do sometimes."
     "I'm just trying to make sure about you. Anyway, I'm living
with someone and I want you to know that."
     "So am I."
     Marcia laughs again and says her lover is out of town.
"She's in Los Angeles until next Tuesday."
     "And mine's right at home."
     Marcia raises her glass. "Well, here's to home sweet home."
     "And to us."
     "Sure, why not?"
     Frankie feels happy as she gazes at the front of Marcia's
sweater. "Do you mind if I say something dirty?"
     Marcia giggles. "Hurry up and tell me."
     "I'd like to get you in a corner and fuck you silly."
     Marcia flushes and giggles again. "Come on, there's no one
at my place, so why are we sitting here?"
     Why indeed? They kiss in the taxi, Marcia leaning against
Frankie to accept a tender kiss on her cheek, both afraid to do
more because the cab driver keeps talking about the traffic, the
government, the holes in the streets. When they finally arrive in
front of the building where Marcia lives, they hurry out of the
taxi and into the cluttered apartment. More kissing as soon as
the door is closed. Now Frankie can get a hand on Marcia's
breasts, feeling the curves, the weight of them. Marcia moans as
she sucks on Frankie's probing tongue. Frankie drops her hand
down to get it under Marcia's skirt, between her thighs and into
the wet crotch of her pantyhose. "Oh jesus I'm hot," Marcia says.
Frankie kisses Marcia and rubs Marcia's cunt through her
pantyhose at the same time, keeps rubbing until Marcia groans
against her mouth and comes. After that they kiss some more,
sweaty frenzied kissing in the hallway just inside the front door
of the apartment. Marcia has her turn with Frankie, her hand
sliding under Frankie's gray wool skirt to clutch at Frankie's
sex, to squeeze the lips and jerk her fingers against Frankie's
clit and coax her. "Come on, baby." And Frankie shudders, humping
her cunt at Marcia's hand, both of them awash with sweat and
juice and the frenzy of a new fuck.
     They finally disentangle themselves, but they walk into the
bedroom with their arms around each other's waists. Marcia
apologizes for the mess in the bedroom, the clothes and underwear
draped over the chairs and doorknobs. "I wasn't expecting
company. Don't look."
     "You're the only thing I'm looking at."
     Marcia gives her a coquettish glance as she starts
undressing. "I sure didn't think anything interesting would
happen to me today. Not on the way to the dentist, anyhow."
     Frankie has her jacket off, her fingers unbuttoning her
blouse as she watches Marcia pull her sweater over her head. And
there they are, Marcia's luscious breasts packed into that simple
white bra like a pair of melons waiting to be tasted. Marcia
knows her own assets, and in a moment she has the bra unhooked
and pulled away from her body to show herself.
     "That's better," Marcia says. She laughs as she holds her
big breasts with her hands. "I saw you looking at these in the
elevator when we first met. You were looking, weren't you?"
     "Yes, I was."
     "Eating up my tits with your eyes."
     Frankie has to have them, and she stops undressing and she
walks over to get her face between the two lovely breasts. She
takes one of the fat nipples in her mouth, sucking it, whipping
it with her tongue as Marcia groans with pleasure. Then Marcia
pulls Frankie's head up and they kiss again, Marcia's naked
breasts pushing against Frankie's blouse. They press against each
other, their breasts and bellies rubbing, Frankie's knee sliding
up between Marcia's thighs to massage her crotch.
     Marcia giggles. "Hey, let's get our clothes off while
there's a bed here."
     When they separate, Marcia quickly drops her skirt. As she
bends over to retrieve it, her breasts swing from side to side
like a pair of white honeydews. Now all she wears is the sheer
black pantyhose with a lace panty, her solid legs and thighs
gleaming through the nylon, a generous dark bush visible through
the lace in the crotch. With a coy look at Frankie, she walks
over to the dressing table, picks up a hairbrush and starts
brushing her hair.
     "You're slow," Marcia says.
     "I'm busy looking at you."
     "I could lose ten pounds, but every time I try I gain it
back."
     "Never mind, you're perfect."
     "You're not so bad yourself, but I wish I could see more."
     But instead of waiting for Frankie to undress, Marcia now
puts the hairbrush down and she peels her pantyhose off. Since
she has her back partly turned toward Frankie, it's her ass that
Frankie fixes her eyes on, Marcia's luscious full buttocks with a
cleft so deep Frankie has an urge to bury her face in it.
     Naked, Marcia climbs onto the bed and lies on her side
facing Frankie. Her rosy skin catches the light of the lamp on
the night table. She has a thick pubic bush, a mass of dark
curled hair at the joining of her thighs. As if to tease Frankie,
she keeps her legs closed to hide her cunt.
     Frankie finishes undressing while Marcia watches her with
bright eyes. All Frankie can think about is Marcia's breasts,
those lovely brown nipples. She hungers to have Marcia's breasts
in her mouth.
     When Frankie is naked, Marcia says: "You look great, like a
runner. Do you do any of that?"
     Frankie nods, proud of her athletic body. "I run when I can,
usually on weekends." She's happy Marcia likes her body.
Sometimes she thinks Valerie takes it for granted. Frankie is
convinced Valerie is a great narcissist, always loving her own
body more than someone else's.
     Now Frankie climbs onto the bed and she moves forward to
take Marcia in her arms. They kiss, their mouths fusing, their
tongues wagging against each other.
     Marcia moans. "I really like you."
     "And I like you too."
     "You know, sometimes you meet someone and it just doesn't
work. This is working, isn't it?"
     "Yes it is."
     They kiss again. Frankie slides a hand down to Marcia's cunt
to explore her thicket of pubic hair. Marcia opens her legs,
making herself available, her thick-lipped pussy dripping on
Frankie's probing fingers. A smell of woman-heat fills Frankie's
nostrils, making her mind whirl with excitement. She rubs her
open palm over Marcia's hairy cunt, thrilled by the wet feel of
it. Then she parts the lush lips and she slowly pushes two
fingers inside the opening, curling the fingers to rub against
the upper wall. Marcia groans as Frankie takes her, her elastic
canal gripping Frankie's fingers as Frankie begins a slow
stroking in and out of her vagina. When Frankie uses another
finger to tickle Marcia's anus, Marcia cries out and starts
coming immediately. "Oh god yes, do it!"
     Frankie's pleasure is to watch her come. Marcia's face
glistens with sweat. Her mouth hangs open, her eyes are closed.
As Frankie's fingers continue stroking in and out of her vagina,
Marcia makes whimpering sounds in her throat and sometimes bites
her lower lip. She begs for more, hunching at Frankie's hand.
Frankie makes her open her legs wide, and then she begins a hard
fucking with her fingers that makes Marcia cry out with pleasure.
Frankie delights in making Marcia come again and again. Her hand
wet with Marcia's juices, Frankie urges her on. "Don't stop,
sweet. Keep coming." Marcia tosses on the bed, her ass heaving,
her sopping cunt slamming against Frankie's invading fingers. At
the end she rolls over on her back with her knees in the air
while Frankie kneels in front of her as she drives her fingers in
and out like a battering ram.
     When Marcia comes down, she groans. "Oh god, you're good."
     Her fingers out of Marcia's vagina but still stroking her
thighs, Frankie chuckles. "No, it's not me, it's you." And then
she slides her fingers down further to touch the puckered ring of
Marcia's anus.
     Marcia smiles and pulls her knees up again. "You could be a
nurse. Nurses like to get their fingers everywhere."
     Frankie blushes and pulls her fingers away, but Marcia
laughs as she tugs Frankie's hand back to her ass. "No, go on, I
like it. I can come that way. But slide up a little so I can
touch you. Do it to me in both holes."
     Both holes. The words make Frankie quiver. She's always
inhibited by ass-play, but she finds it exciting because it's
nasty. She hardly ever does it with Valerie, even if sometimes
she thinks Valerie wants it. Some things you don't do with the
person closest to you. With Marcia there is no need to wonder if
she wants it, it's obvious she does. After lubricating her
fingers in Marcia's cunt, Frankie finds she can easily slide two
fingers inside Marcia's ass. The chunky brunette groans as she
takes the fingers, and then she wants something in her cunt and
Frankie uses her thumb there.
     "Oh, that's great," Marcia says with a gasp.
     "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
     Marcia giggles. "Don't worry about that, I'm a nurse. I know
what I'm doing."
     Meanwhile Marcia has managed to get a hand between Frankie's
thighs and her fingers are now hooked inside Frankie's wet sex,
holding onto Frankie as Frankie starts fucking Marcia with her
hand. Frankie's excitement is intense. Marcia pushes her fingers
deep inside Frankie's cunt and groans as Frankie's fingers move
in both openings. Frankie loves getting dirty like this with a
new girl. The fact that Marcia is a nurse excites her. She keeps
her fingers moving slowly, driving her thumb inside Marcia's cunt
to the last knuckle each time she pushes her hand forward. Marcia
starts coming and it seems endless, her body shaking, the cries
coming out of her throat as Frankie keeps her hand moving. At the
end Frankie bends over to take one of Marcia's fat nipples in her
mouth. She sucks and bites the nipple, the biting making Marcia
come again.
     "Oh hell, don't stop," Marcia says, grabbing Frankie's wrist
as Frankie is about to pull her fingers out.
     Frankie is amused. "Are you sure?"
     "Just a little more."
     So Frankie gives Marcia what she wants, a little more in
both openings, at the same time humping her sex at Marcia's
hand. Marcia says she loves assfucking and she never gets enough
of it. Frankie's cunt is hot and dripping, her clit swollen. She
comes suddenly, jerking her pussy at Marcia's fingers, feeling
her juices running everywhere.
     They kiss after that, Marcia's ass gripping Frankie's
fingers as Frankie slowly pulls them out of both openings. Marcia
giggles and says Frankie is as good as her lover the way she does
her ass. Frankie is a bit embarrassed talking about it, but she
likes looking at Marcia's luscious ass when Marcia rolls over on
her belly.
     After that Frankie excuses herself and she goes to the
bathroom still excited by the sex, her hands trembling as she
washes them. She uses a towel to wipe her crotch and the insides
of her thighs, and then she studies her face in the mirror, her
flushed cheeks. She always looks good after sex. She thinks about
Marcia and Marcia's hot body, and then she thinks about getting
home to another dull evening with Valerie. Oh hell, Frankie
thinks.



                         THREE: VALERIE

     As Valerie expects, she and Frankie do make love Wednesday
evening. After dinner Frankie comes up behind her in the kitchen
and says: "Let's do something." She takes Valerie into the
bedroom, undresses her, makes her lie down on the bed and then
fucks her with her fingers. After the first orgasm, Frankie says:
"Are you all right?"
     "Come on top of me," Valerie says.
     And Frankie does that. She peels her jeans and underpants
off and she climbs into the saddle to fuck Valerie again, this
time with her cunt. Valerie likes it because she has the pleasure
of holding Frankie's buttocks in her hands while Frankie humps
and pummels her pussy. She comes again, crying out, her arms and
legs wrapped around Frankie as if to hold her and keep her from
leaving her.
     But Frankie is now exhausted and she says so as she pulls
away. "No more, honey, I'm drained."
     "Let me suck you."
     "No, I'm fine. What I really want now is a hot bath and some
wine. Will you get the wine for me?"
     Valerie brings Frankie the wine in her bath, and then
Valerie closes the bathroom door and leaves her alone. In the
kitchen, Valerie wonders if she ought to have some wine too. No,
she doesn't want wine, she wants a lover.

                          *     *     *

     She wants a lover, but she also wants no trouble with
Frankie. She's afraid to go to one of the bars because too many
people know about her and Frankie, know them as a couple, which
means too much of a risk that Frankie will learn about it. But
there seems no other way to meet anyone. She will not go to a
lesbian group because she never connects well with political
lesbians. No, there is no way except a bar. She decides to try it
first in the afternoon. She'll feel safer in daylight. If she
meets anyone she knows, she can pretend she's interested in
nothing more than getting out of the sun and cooling off with a
beer.
     And so a few days later Valerie goes to a place called
Augie's. It's mid-afternoon, but inside the bar it's dark and the
air cool and the music heavily erotic. Valerie is relieved when a
quick glance around the room reveals no one she knows, none of
Frankie's friends and none of her own. She sits alone at the bar,
and by the time she is on her second beer she feels more at ease
and happy she has finally decided to be adventurous.
     Someone finally approaches her, comes up behind her and
says: "Like some company?"
     The woman's voice is smooth and self-assured, and when
Valerie turns to look at her she likes her immediately. Valerie
noticed her before, a rangy looking butch with wide shoulders in
a white shirt, jeans and cowboy boots, graying blond hair slicked
back and cool blue eyes.
     "I don't mind," Valerie says.
     The woman says her name is Cleo. She sits on a stool beside
Valerie and she orders two beers for them. "Nothing like a cold
beer on a hot afternoon," Cleo says, giving Valerie's breasts an
approving glance before lifting her eyes to smile at her.
     Valerie nods, already feeling the first twitches of
excitement in her belly. "Yes, a cold beer is nice."
     They start talking. Cleo asks if Valerie has a lover and
Valerie says yes, but things aren't working out that well. Cleo
says she and her lover split a few weeks ago. "Makes me lonely,"
Cleo says. Then Cleo looks closely at Valerie. "You're not
straight, are you? I don't get along well with straight women."
     Valerie blushes, wondering if a straight woman would ever
wander into a place like Augie's. "No, I'm living with a woman."
     Cleo chuckles. "That's better."
     They make small talk for fifteen minutes or so, and before
long Cleo's arm is around Valerie's waist and Cleo's knee is
pressing against Valerie's with a firmness that heightens
Valerie's excitement. Valerie pretends she's in the bar merely to
cool off, and for a while Cleo plays along with her and says
nothing suggestive. Valerie's mind, however, is filled with
erotic images of Cleo doing things to her, Cleo fondling and
caressing her, sucking her nipples, kissing her belly, dropping
her mouth between her legs and licking her cunt until she goes
crazy. She imagines Cleo's long fingers inside her. She imagines
Cleo's cunt pushing against her mouth as Cleo fucks her face.
After another fifteen minutes, Valerie catches herself trembling
with anticipation. Cleo seems to sense it and she makes her move,
strokes Valerie's back and says her place isn't far and maybe
they ought to go there because they'll be more comfortable. If
Valerie likes jazz, they can listen to Cleo's tapes. Valerie
agrees, but of course she doesn't care about the jazz and neither
does Cleo. They both know they're going to Cleo's place to fuck.
Swaying a bit after four beers, Valerie waltzes out of Augie's on
Cleo's arm and feels happy that Cleo hails a taxi.
     "Better than walking," Cleo says, helping Valerie into the
cab and then sliding in beside her and giving the driver the
address. As soon as the taxi starts moving, Cleo leans against
Valerie and licks Valerie's ear. "You're beautiful," Cleo says.
     Valerie shudders and turns her face to be kissed. As their
mouths fuse, Cleo's hand slides under the edge of Valerie's dress
to stroke Valerie's knees. Valerie is wearing heels, but her legs
are bare. The feel of Cleo's fingers tickling her knees and
thighs makes her shiver with excitement.
     When they finish kissing, Cleo keeps her head against
Valerie's and says: "I'm crazy about your legs. That's the first
thing I noticed when you walked in. I like legs in heels."
     Valerie quivers. "I can't stay more than a few hours."
     "I promise not to tie you down."
     Valerie giggles. "I bet you do that too."
     "Only on request."
     "Well, I'm not requesting it, so don't think of it."
     "All right, I'll think of other things." And the way she
looks at Valerie makes it clear that whatever she's thinking
about is hot and exciting.
     The taxi finally arrives at Cleo's place. Cleo pays the
driver and they climb out. Cleo's apartment is tidy and
comfortably furnished. She tells Valerie she runs a truck rental
agency and is doing well at it. "How about some vodka?" Cleo
says. Valerie says yes, accepts a vodka tonic, hoping Cleo won't
dawdle too long because she's too nervous. But instead of
dawdling, Cleo moves quickly, and within a few minutes after
the drinks are poured in the living room, Valerie is in Cleo's
arms.
     "I bet you're a hot girl," Cleo says, her voice husky
against Valerie's ear. The older woman drops her big hands down
to squeeze Valerie's buttocks through her skirt. "Nice, doll. I
like the way you're put together." Then Cleo chuckles. "Am I
coming on too strong for you? Just tell me if I am. I don't want
any bad vibrations getting started."
     One hand holding onto Cleo's strong shoulder, Valerie sips
her drink and says: "I think I'm doing fine."
     Cleo laughs. "Good girl."
     Valerie crosses her arms behind Cleo's head as they stand
there and kiss. A spine-melting thrill passes through Valerie as
she feels Cleo's hand drop to the small of her back to press
their bellies more firmly together. Cleo grinds her hips against
Valerie's as she whispers in Valerie's ear that Valerie has her
steaming. "You're a doll," Cleo says.
     Happy, Valerie rubs her belly against Cleo's to let her know
she wants more. Cleo's hands slide over Valerie's shoulders and
down her arms to her waist. Cleo's lips trail over Valerie's
throat, then down to the low neckline of her dress. The older
woman's fingers graze over Valerie's breasts, then settle on
Valerie's right breast to play with the nipple through Valerie's
blouse and bra. Valerie shudders. She goes limp as Cleo's fingers
squeeze the nipple, pull and tug at it. She moans as she feels
the buzzing connection between her breasts and sex. When she
squeezes her thighs together, she can feel the wetness between
her legs.
     She loves it. Frankie never makes her feel like this,
certainly hasn't for a long time. Cleo seems to know how to turn
a woman on, how to get the furnace fired up and blazing.
     Cleo undresses her while they're standing, unbuttons her
blouse, unzips her skirt, strips her down to bra and panties and
then makes her sit on the sofa. Dropping down to her knees, the
rangy blonde starts kissing Valerie's legs and thighs and then
finally buries her face in Valerie's crotch.
     Valerie groans and lifts her knees. High heels wagging in
the air, she looks down to watch Cleo sniffing her cunt through
her panties, sniffing at the crotch already soaked with juice,
nuzzling it, teasing her by not removing her panties. Not even
her bra is off yet, the bra she likes to wear only because her
breasts need support. She wants Cleo to remove her bra, but Cleo
is too busy between her legs, busy driving her crazy with her hot
breath blowing against her panty-covered sex. Suddenly, with a
low sound in her throat, Cleo clamps her mouth over Valerie's
cunt and begins chewing the swollen lips through her panties.
     Valerie moans and closes her eyes. She remembers how Frankie
once did this when they first started dating. A hot date dancing
in a bar. Then a run to Frankie's place where Frankie had Valerie
on the sofa with her dress up. Frankie's face buried in Valerie's
sopping crotch. Valerie was drunk enough to hunch wildly, scream,
lift her pelvis, begging Frankie to get her pantyhose off and
fuck her. Valerie remembered the hot look in Frankie's eyes as
she started chewing the nylon instead, eating Valerie through her
pantyhose, eating her all the way to a fantastic orgasm that made
her scream.
     Cleo is eating her now, sucking her through the panties to
make her crotch a soggy mess of saliva and juice, eating her
pussy with such incredible energy. Wanting her. Valerie tells
herself this is what she needs. To be wants like this. She keeps
her legs up, her knees back, the high heels pointed at the
ceiling. She remembers Cleo telling her earlier that she likes
legs in heels. Now Cleo's face and hair graze the insides of her
thighs. Cleo's long fingers clutch at her ass through the
panties. Cleo's face is wet. Valerie can see the wetness on
Cleo's face when she looks down at her. Frankie never shows the
wet on her face. Frankie always makes sure to wipe it off before
she comes up again. Valerie has never been kissed by Frankie with
a wet mouth, never tasted herself on Frankie's lips. Her own
taste. Never had Frankie suck her through her panties with such
force. She spreads her legs wider now, her legs straight out and
wide open, offering Cleo everything she has.
     Then Cleo pulls her face away and she wipes her mouth with
the back of her hand. Without awkwardness. "You're hot, aren't
you, doll?"
     Valerie quivers, her legs still up and apart. "Can't you
tell?"
     Cleo laughs. "I'm just teasing you." One of her fingers
slides under the edge of Valerie's panties to touch a lip.
"Dripping," Cleo says. "You're dripping right through your
pants."
     Valerie moans. "Don't tease!"
     "I ought to tie you up and really tease you."
     "No, please..." Groaning, squirming her ass with
frustration as Cleo goes down again. Cleo's tongue laps over the
outside of Valerie's panties. Valerie has an urge to tear a hole
in the panties to get that tongue inside her.
     Then at last Cleo pulls away. No more. She gently urges
Valerie's legs down and she chuckles. "Enough, doll. Let's get to
the bedroom and have some comfort."
     She takes Valerie's hand, helps her rise and leads her out
of the living room.
     Now you belong to her, Valerie thinks. At least for a while
anyway. Wearing only her bra and panties while Cleo is still
fully dressed. She feels slutty. But the feeling is wonderful,
her body keyed up to a high pitch of anticipation.
     In the bedroom she stretches out on the bed. Cleo climbs on
and begins kissing her again, more slowly, a romantic pecking,
kissing and licking her mouth, then fluttering her tongue down
between her breasts, over her rib cage and into her navel. Cleo
at last rises to undress, her eyes hot. Valerie watches the
clothes come off. When Cleo strips her shirt off, there is no bra
to hide her breasts. She has small breasts on a lanky body, more
lanky than Frankie. But the nipples are pink instead of brown
like Frankie's. When Cleo is down to her underpants, Valerie can
see the wetness in her crotch, her juices seeping through the
cotton, the evidence she wants Valerie. Evidence not before the
court, Valerie thinks. Stolen evidence. She feels a deep pleasure
at the sight of another woman responding to her. Someone besides
Frankie responding to her. Although she can't remember the last
time she saw Frankie wetting her pants for her.
     Cleo teases Valerie by pulling her underpants down very
slowly. Pubic hair first. Then more of the mound. Curled blond
hair. And finally the split between the plump blond lips as she
lifts one leg to get the panties free. "Want to look?" Cleo says.
Laughing, she comes to the bed, puts one foot on the edge and
swings her knee wide to show everything, the pink flower open,
pink flaps like wattles. She pulls at her cunt with her fingers
to make her clit stick out. She's not that butch, is she? Valerie
doesn't mind it, but as she looks at Cleo's cunt she thinks it's
a bit silly, too blatant. But hot. A tall skinny butch with
graying blonde hair and a meaty cunt. Pink cunt and those pink
nipples. Cleo looks ready for fucking, the wattles out, the slit
wet. "Watch me," Cleo says. And Valerie is shocked as Cleo pushes
two fingers inside herself and starts masturbating. No shyness.
Her fingers slide in and out of her pink cunt. Cleo's crotch is
so close, Valerie can hear the sucking sound as the fingers move
in and out. And she can see the bit of flab on the insides of
Cleo's thighs. And that swollen clit above the fingers jerking
around like that. Cleo's thumb finds her clit and presses it
down, mashes it down as if to squash it into oblivion. "Christ,
I'm coming," Cleo says, her eyes rolling up, her pelvis punching
back and forth as she keeps her fingers moving. Valerie locks her
thighs, squeezing her cunt with her thigh muscles, amazed at
everything, amazed because everything happens so fast, amazed
she's still wearing her underwear, amazed a dyke who looks like
such a strong butch would do this. While Cleo gushes. Gushing on
her fingers. Her face flushed as she giggles, groans, pulls her
fingers out and says: "Wow." And laughs.
     Quickly now, Valerie unsnaps her bra and peels off her
panties. Cleo's eyes glitter as she takes in everything. "Nice
tits," Cleo says. "I like big tits."
     The strong butch again.
     Valerie smiles and says she isn't that big, but she moves
her shoulders to make her breasts jiggle. To make Cleo want her
more. Then Cleo comes on the bed and kisses her, only this time
they are both naked, the fresh contact of their bodies electric.
Cleo palms Valerie's breasts, squeezing them, then bending her
head to lick both nipples at the same time, digging her nose and
mouth between Valerie's breasts and licking the soft skin. Then
back to her nipples again, chewing on them, pulling Valerie's
nipples with her teeth until they feel raw. "Does it hurt?" Cleo
asks. And Valerie tells her almost, as she slips a hand down over
Cleo's back and over the narrow hip to cup Cleo's blond cunt.
Maybe surprising Cleo by doing it. Valerie rubs the heel of her
palm against the wet flaps, against Cleo's gushing flower,
smearing the syrup around on the insides of Cleo's thighs.
Valerie loves the electric pleasure of a wet cunt in her hand.
Especially a new one. No matter how much she likes the stability
of a monogamous relationship, the first touching of a new cunt is
always wonderful. And the cunt of a strong butch is always
something special.
     Cleo whispers: "Go on, suck it."
     Valerie blushes because she isn't ready for that. She wants
Cleo to give first. She's afraid Cleo will do all the taking.
Like some others she has known. The takers. Dykes who are too
sleek. "No, not yet."
     "Then get inside me and make me come."
     All right, she can do that. She pushes one of her fingers
inside, then two fingers, then three fingers. Cleo groans, raises
one knee. Cleo moves her ass, fucking back at Valerie's fingers,
exciting Valerie because she comes so easily. Valerie's fingers
are wet, sopping, drenched by the hot cunt. Delicious.
     Cleo looks happy. "Hey, you're good." No butch remorse about
having her cunt taken like that.
     Cleo now makes Valerie lie back on the bed and open her
legs, her knees up, her thighs wide apart to show her cunt. Cleo
looks at it, a long look at Valerie's wide open cunt. Valerie
quivers because it turns her on so much. The lust in Cleo's eyes,
the dyke hunger for pussy. Valerie groans as Cleo's fingers open
her, spread the lips apart to expose everything. Cleo smiles. "I
bet you're sweet like candy." Which makes Valerie blush no matter
how corny it is. Sweet like candy. Her pussy sweet like candy.
She wants Cleo's mouth. What is she waiting for? Looking at her
like that as she lies with her cunt wide open. Cleo's fingers now
pull at one of her lips, tugging it out as if to see how far it
will stretch. Possessive. And maybe a bit sadistic. Then tickling
her lower down in the crack of her ass. Valerie squirms, trying
to avoid it. But Cleo insists, using her middle finger, pushing
her wet middle finger inside Valerie's ass to see how open she
is. Then pulling the finger out and again telling Valerie she's a
hot doll. "You're a hot pussy," Cleo says. "Whoever you're living
with, she's not taking care of you."
     Valerie moans, aching. "Please do something..."
     Cleo chuckles, tells her to take it easy. "We've got all
afternoon, baby."
     "No, I can't. I can't stay too long." She pushes Cleo's
hands away from her cunt and she replaces them with her own, her
fingers in the wet, pressing on the shaft of her clitoris.
     Cleo laughs. "Come on, that's my job." Teasing her again,
taking her time, making Valerie hold the lips open while she
inspects the inside of her cunt. Then she has Valerie pinch out
her clit, force it to protrude at the top of her slit, Cleo
meanwhile with two fingers inside Valerie's vaginal opening. "You
like to rush it too much," Cleo says.
     "I can't stand being teased."
     "Your pussy says something else, doll. Your pussy says you
love it."
     Yes, she does love it. She hikes her knees up further as
Cleo's fingers start fucking her. She rocks her legs, holding her
knees back with her hands now, loving each thrust of Cleo's long
fingers in her canal.
     "That's it," Cleo says. "Come on, let me see you pop off."
     And pop off she does, her legs straight up in the air, her
cunt going wild as Cleo's fingers slam her crotch again and
again. At the end another cry as Cleo drops her head to clamp her
mouth on her wet pussy, Valerie moaning as she drops her legs on
Cleo's shoulders. She humps at Cleo's mouth, taking the blonde
butch's mouth, feeling Cleo sucking her insides out, coming hard,
and then coming down as Cleo licks the wetness on the insides of
her thighs.
     Cleo wiping her mouth with her fingers, then licking
Valerie's cream off her fingertips. "Have a beer?"
     Valerie nods, watching Cleo as she leaves the bed and walks
out of the bedroom, then reaching down to touch her cunt, feel
the wetness, close the lips in an attempt to cool herself down.
     Returning with two beers, Cleo says: "I gather you've got
problems at home."
     "Yes."
     "She doesn't give you enough."
     Embarrassed, Valerie closes her legs. "I'd rather not talk
about it."
     Cleo smiles as she pulls Valerie's legs apart. "Come on,
don't hide it. Not from me." Her blue eyes bright as she gazes at
Valerie's open cunt. "That's better." A moment later she puts her
beer away and she goes down on Valerie again, her lips and long
tongue massaging Valerie's wet pussy. Valerie moans, no longer
caring about anything except the mouth on her cunt, the hot
twirling tongue thrusting inside her vagina. Not caring. Only
this. A long blonde with a long tongue. Being wanted.
     Shortly after that, Valerie leaves the bed and she hurries
to get dressed again and leave. Cleo tries to stop her, but
Valerie insists. "No, I can't."
     "All right, here's my number, call me. Will you do that?"
     "Yes."
     And she's out the door, trembling, steeped in a great wash
of guilt, hoping she can find a taxi fast and get home quickly.

                          *     *     *

     In the evening, the routine with Frankie is the same as
usual. Frankie working out of her briefcase. Valerie lying on the
sofa watching a silly TV program. And thinking about Cleo. This
time she has something to think about, memories that make her
quiver, memories that make her hot again as she lies there on the
sofa while Frankie works at the dining room table with her
papers. Valerie thinks of Cleo sucking her until she climaxed.
She remains restless on the sofa until she goes to bed.
     On Saturday evening, Frankie suggests they go out to a
Chinese restaurant. Valerie is joyful, happy to be out with
Frankie who is sweet and loving as they sit facing each other in
a booth. "I love you," Valerie says. And Frankie smiles at her.
They touch hands while they wait for the food to arrive. This is
everything Valerie wants. But no, not everything. She needs the
sex too. At home later it's understood they'll make love.
Saturday night, isn't it? Frankie suggests they go right to bed
and they do that. Maybe it's too early. They kiss under the
covers. Frankie strokes Valerie's breasts and then she slips a
hand between Valerie's legs. Too fast. Valerie wants more of a
work-up, but instead Frankie's fingers are already inside her,
sliding in and out, Frankie's knuckle slamming her clit, pushing
her into it, making her come. Unable to hold back. Valerie
heaves, cries out, coming like crazy on Frankie's hand.
     Frankie says: "Are you all right?"
     "Yes."
     Valerie slides a hand down to Frankie's cunt, but Frankie
stops her. "No, I'm fine. Really, I'm fine. I don't need
anything."
     And turns away. Leaving Valerie staring at the ceiling in
the darkness. Why? How could she know why? After a while Valerie
leaves the bed and she walks into the bathroom to use her fingers
on her clit, rubbing herself as she leans against the wall.
Bitterness and a long sob as she finally has an orgasm.
     On Monday she telephones Cleo.
     "My lovely doll," Cleo says. A sultry happiness in her
voice. They make a date for one o'clock the next afternoon at
Cleo's place. "I'll be waiting, doll."


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