Lovers

Alison evidently likes the idea. She climbs over Frankie, straddles her and shifts forward to get her hands on the headboard. The blonde settles in, squatting over Frankie's face, her cunt lubricating heavily again.

"Is this all right?"

Frankie pulls her down. She wants her nose in that valley of love. She runs her hands over Alison's buttocks. The blonde's cunt is open like a pink conch. Maybe she ought to press her ear to it and listen for the sea. Does Alison understand how much she adores her? Her tongue extended, Frankie sips at the liquid flowing out of Alison's source. The fountain has a good yield and she has no qualms about sucking everything. Sometimes she dislikes the subservience implied by this position, but not with Alison. The blonde has a certain quality that makes the presence of her cunt on Frankie's face seem appropriate.

Frankie now wishes Alison had worn stockings, sheer nylons that would rub against her skin as she sucks the blonde's sex. Dear god, what a lovely pussy she has, the lips pouting, the interior seeming to quake each time Frankie's tongue touches a sensitive place. Frankie uses her tongue to polish the long groove, strong efficient lapping everywhere. Alison's cunt seems to vibrate in response to the ardent attention. In a deliberate attempt to be provocative, Frankie nibbles with her teeth. She tugs at the blonde pubic hair. She slides her fingers into the crack between Alison's buttocks and she teases the blonde's anus with a wet fingertip.

When Alison feels the fingertip she moans, the sound causing Frankie to push the finger at the tight orifice until she's able to slip it inside to the first knuckle. Enough for now. She yearns for the cunt. She glances up at Alison's face, but the blonde's eyes are closed. She sucks at the flowing juices as she slowly works her finger in and out of Alison's rectum. When Alison comes, her body suddenly jerks forward. She moans and posts, bobbing up and down on Frankie's mouth as Frankie drills her finger more firmly inside her ass.

* * *

"I think you've been ignoring me," Marcia says.

They sit in a booth at lunch in a downtown restaurant. Frankie thinks the food is rotten. She's annoyed that she allowed herself to be coaxed into this lunch with Marcia. Can't Marcia accept the fact that it's over? But Marcia still looks interesting, that lovely chunky body and those full calves in the dark stockings. Frankie remembers how Marcia quivers when her belly is stroked. She's a pet, really. She'd like to have her on a beach somewhere, take her on the sand while they listen to the surf. Why does she have such a penchant for women like this one?

Marcia says: "You're not even listening to me."

"What did you say"

"I said I think you've been ignoring me."

"Yes, maybe it's true. I've been awfully busy."

Marcia pouts. "Is that all it is? I hope it's nothing more than that. I hope you're not going to dump me. I hate being dumped."

Frankie wonders how she can dump Marcia when they've never had a real relationship.

"You know I'm living with someone."

Marcia nods. "But that doesn't mean you have to dump me."

"I'm not dumping you."

"I'd like to suck you off right this moment. Maybe I could get under the table and do it."

"Marcia, please . . . "

Marcia giggles. "If the waiter hears me, you'll never be able to come here again."

"Then don't talk so loud."

"You know what I don't like about most dykes? They're too serious. You're too fucking serious, Frankie."

Frankie doesn't bother to answer. It's no good. She thinks of Alison. She has Valerie at home and Marcia here in the restaurant, but all she wants to think about is Alison. Only Alison represents something positive in her life. Everyone she knows seems so trivial compared to Alison.

She wants Alison.

TWELVE: VALERIE

Valerie meets Brady and another woman on Broadway. The sun is hot enough to bring the sweat out on their foreheads. The sun makes Valerie regret she isn't more careful with her makeup. She likes to keep her appearance intact. She hates the feeling of vulnerability when the sun makes her wilt. When she looks at Brady, Valerie remembers how it was with Brady and Cleo and the others that time in Brady's house. She remembers Brady's hands on her ass and it makes her quiver. Brady's huge breasts jut outward like two mountains. Her silhouette would not show a straight line anywhere. Does she remember that party? When their eyes meet, Valerie understand Brady remembers everything.

Brady's friend calls herself Dell and she's different, less aggressive than Brady, more thoughtful. The way she looks at Valerie makes it seem as though she's trying to hypnotize her. At moments Valerie feels she's approaching the danger zone of getting turned on. She can feel the itch, her clitoris engorged, a definite throbbing at intervals. She wonders what will happen, what the risk will be. She does not want to incite Cleo into one of her crazy jealousies. But when Brady suggests they all go to the nearest girl-bar to drink and talk, Valerie agrees.

Walking into the bar is like stepping through a veil separating one world from another world. They take a booth and order a pitcher of beer. Brady drinks the beer and then she wipes the foam off her lips with her fingers. She looks at Valerie and says: "I like your dress."

Valerie says thank you, wondering if Brady is coming on to her. She likes the taste of the beer. She feels a surge of pleasure at not being alone this afternoon.

Brady says: "Cleo told me you're living with someone."

Valerie nods. "Yes, I am living with someone."

Brady chuckles. "Getting enough?"

Valerie blushes and she says nothing. She avoids their eyes, looking at the empty bar and then at her beer glass. She wonders what they think of her. Poor little femme not getting enough. She feels her breasts swelling in her bra. She has a sudden fantasy she's on a beach and Brady and Dell are tearing her dress off, delighting her with their hands. She imagines Dell's hands tickling the hollows, tickling between her legs as the hot sun beats down on them. She imagines the petals of her cunt opening like a hot greedy flower to their fingers.

After a while Brady rises. "I've got some business downtown. You two have fun."

Valerie is stunned. Brady's departure is unexpected, and after she leaves the bar Valerie feels uncomfortable with Dell because she hardly knows her.

But Dell is soft and easy, at least softer than Brady, and after a while Valerie feels more relaxed, happy with Dell because she's different and variety is always welcome. Dell, in fact, seems a little piqued that Brady ran off like that. Brady is one of those women who always leave uncertainty behind them. Like a big fast ship rocking the small boats as it passes them. Dell nurtures this new friendship with Valerie, speaking softly, smiling, getting Valerie to understand she finds her appealing.

"Lean forward," Dell says.

Puzzled, Valerie asks why. "What for?"

"Come on, do it. Just do it for me."

When Dell looks down at Valerie's breasts, Valerie understands. She blushes and she leans forward, her blouse billowing out to make it easy for Dell to look down the neckline at her breasts.

"Sexy," Dell says with a soft laugh. "Sexy tits in a lace bra. Brady told me you had your brains fucked out at that party."

Valerie's face is red. "It's not fair to talk about people like that."

"Hell, what's the harm? Who cares? You're too pretty to care about that. Do you like me?"

Uncertain, Valerie looks at her. Dell is beefy, pushing forty, but she has a soft face and nice eyes. "Sure," Valerie says.

"I've got some toys. I'm getting hot thinking about doing you with a strap-on. How about it?"

Valerie quivers. "I don't know."

"It's boring sitting here. Let's go to my place and get comfortable, okay?"

When Dell rises, Valerie rises with her. The possibility of being abandoned in the bar is intolerable.

* * *

Dell has more grace than Brady or Cleo. She treats Valerie with care, helping her into the taxi, then helping her out of the taxi. On the stairs walking up to Dell's apartment in a small six-flat building, Dell puts a hand on Valerie's ass and she keeps it there as Valerie climbs the steps in front of her. Valerie feels the strong fingers through the layers of clothing. She likes the idea that Dell wants her, wondering what Dell will do in bed. Dell makes a joke about how difficult it is to walk behind a pretty ass, and Valerie laughs as they climb the stairs.

Inside her apartment, Dell opens a window to get some air in the place. The living room is a mess, old magazines and newspapers everywhere, a food tray perched on top of the TV set. Dell brings some cold beer out of the kitchen, and after that they sit on the sofa and Dell starts groping Valerie, kissing her and fondling her breasts through her blouse. When Dell starts unbuttoning the front of her blouse, Valerie leans back with a sigh of surrender.

"Let's have a look," Dell says. She gets the blouse unbuttoned, but instead of unhooking the front of Valerie's bra, she deftly scoops Valerie's breasts out of the cups and she bends her head to suck one of the nipples.

Valerie groans as she looks down at Dell's head. She can see the gray hair mixed with the red, the pink shell of one of Dell's ears. She feels wanton, totally vulnerable, willing to do anything Dell wants. She imagines a smell of womanhood in the room, a smell of ripe cunt. Maybe it's her own smell. Dell excites her because she has a definite sensuality in the way she moves and talks. Dell finishes sucking one nipple and she moves to the other one. Her hand now slides between Valerie's legs and under her skirt to find her panty-covered crotch. Valerie opens her thighs as Dell's fingers lightly stroke her puffed lips through the nylon of her panties.

Dell pulls her mouth away from Valerie's breast, leaving the nipple stiff and glistening with her saliva. "What's Cleo like in bed?"

Valerie is amused. "You don't want to talk about that."

"Sure I do. Does she fuck you with a dick?"

Valerie quivers as she feels Dell's fingers pinching her labia. "No, never." She has an urge to guide the fingers inside her cunt at once, get Dell to take her immediately. She feels herself gushing, damp in the crotch. Would Cleo care about sharing her with Dell? Valerie has no qualms about opening her thighs to Dell. She slumps further on the sofa, quivers, opens her thighs wider and looks at Dell through half closed eyes. "I like you better than Brady."

Dell chuckles. "You do? Come on, let's get the blouse and skirt off. I'm dying to look at you."

Before long Dell has Valerie stripped down to her heels and nylons. She kisses Valerie, pushes her thick tongue inside Valerie's mouth as she strokes Valerie's thighs and tells her how much she wants to fuck her. Valerie imagines Dell lunging at her with a dildo. She knows what it's like; she had it during the wild days before she met Frankie, from the butches in the bars. Dell gets her to stand now, and Valerie thinks she can definitely smell herself, the scent of her cunt, her juices oozing between her legs. She wonders what sort of game Dell has in mind. The air in the room is hot and damp, and she can feel the sweat between her naked breasts as Dell kisses her again. Dell kisses her mouth and chin and then her breasts.

The older woman fondles Valerie's ass, whispering in her ear how pretty she is in the stockings and heels, while at the same time her fingers slide into the crack between Valerie's buttocks and one finger gently tickles Valerie's anus. Valerie trembles, hoping Dell won't want her there, not with a dildo at least. She has a sudden memory of Cleo taking her ass with her fingers, Cleo teasing her because she came so hard. Dell hugs her, binding her body close with her strong arms, a ray of sunlight appearing to sparkle as Valerie presses against Dell to feel the soft pillows of Dell's big breasts under her shirt.

Laughing, Dell says: "You're dripping, honey. You're hungry for it." She makes Valerie turn around and bend forward with her hands on the back of a chair. Dell stands behind her, kissing her neck and then sliding her hand between her thighs to get at her crotch. Valerie groans as she moves her legs further apart. She feels Dell's hand down there, the strong fingers pinching and then spreading her labia. Valerie has a sudden fantasy of being fucked in a meadow by a woman wearing black leather. The idea is so unexpected, she giggles, which makes Dell think her fingers are doing it. Dell chuckles as she rubs between the lips of Valerie's cunt and inside the crack of her ass at the same time. She kisses Valerie's neck again, nibbling at her skin and then whispering in Valerie's ear: "If you'll pull your cheeks open, I'll rim you."

Valerie shudders. She lowers her shoulders to the upholstered back of the chair, and then she reaches behind with her hands to pull her buttocks apart. In a moment she feels Dell's hot breath on her ass, and then inside the crack and on her anus. A whimper of delight comes out of Valerie's throat at the first touch of Dell's wet tongue. She loves it. She loves to be treated this way, to be made love to as though she's a hot-house flower. She loves having a butch's tongue tickling and licking her ass with such artfulness she's almost ready to come.

Dell rises. She gets her hand between Valerie's legs again, and this time she takes her with three fingers. Valerie groans, pushing her ass back to get more, anxious now to have an orgasm after all that teasing of her anus. Dell's fucking is lavish, extremely sensual, her knuckles ravaging Valerie's clitoris with each thrust of her strong fingers. Valerie comes hard, but Dell keeps fucking her until she comes again. After that Dell makes Valerie straighten up and she kisses her. She brings her juice coated fingers to her mouth and she sucks them clean as Valerie watches her and trembles with excitement. Valerie is overcome, her mind drugged with the intense sex. She's ready for anything now, and when Dell says she'll be right back, Valerie knows what to expect and she wants it desperately.

"If you want beer, it's in the frig," Dell says.

"Okay."

The older woman playfully pinches one of Valerie's nipples and then she saunters away. Valerie leaves the living room and she walks into the kitchen to find a beer in the refrigerator. The kitchen window shade is up, the window facing the adjacent building, and Valerie giggles as she remembers she's wearing only stockings and heels. She hurries back to the living room, and she stands near the stereo sipping beer out of the can and slowly swaying her hips to the beat of the music.

When Dell returns, she's half undressed, stripped to the waist with her big breasts swinging free and a long thick dildo sticking out of the open fly of her jeans. "Here I am with my dick," Dell says with a laugh, curling her hand around the shaft of the dildo and lewdly stroking it from the tip down to the base.

Valerie blushes as she gazes at the dildo. The color is more pink than natural, and the length and thickness large enough to make the toy a bit frightening. What turns her on more than the dildo are Dell's big breasts. The brown nipples are huge, each breast like a beach ball capped with a dark moon. Dell notices Valerie's gaze, and she smiles as she releases the dildo to lift her breasts with her right forearm. "You want to suck one of these, honey? Come on, don't be bashful."

Mesmerized by the heavy breasts, Valerie moves forward to bend her head and take one of the tits in her mouth as Dell holds it up to her mouth. Dell sighs as she feels Valerie nibbling and sucking at her fat nipple. "That's good, angel. That's very good."

The sucking of Dell's big breast brings an intense heat to Valerie's cunt, the juices streaming down to the tops of her stockings. She suctions the nipple between her lips, attempting to pull it outward. She remembers a girl in college, a wild-eyed dyke with enormous breasts whose favorite game was to offer a breast to anyone at the slightest provocation. Valerie, in fact, accepted the offer at a party and thus confirmed her inner yearning to be a lesbian.

Now when she pulls her mouth away from Dell's breast, Dell smiles at her as she undulates her hips. "Go down on it, honey. Get my dick in your mouth and suck it."

Valerie blushes. She drops to a crouch now, squatting in front of Dell, holding onto the denim covering Dell's big thighs as she tilts forward to take the pink dildo between her lips. The taste isn't at all rubbery, more neutral than she expected, and as she holds her head still Dell chuckles and shoves her hips forward to bury half the length of the dildo in Valerie's mouth.

"Is that too much," Dell asks. "You've got such a gorgeous mouth."

Valerie feels the excitement in her cunt as she sucks the pliable plastic dildo. She likes this kind much better than one of those hard vibrators. She likes the feel of it in her mouth, like a huge pacifier, the surface with an almost velvet texture. She smells patchouli, but she can't imagine where it's coming from. She hears Dell's heavy breathing, and when she looks up she whimpers with lust at the sight of Dell's pendulous breasts hanging over her head. Nothing ventured nothing gained, Valerie thinks. Is Dell the answer to her problems? Dell certainly seems more interested in giving her pleasure than Cleo does. Cleo is selfish, always prolonging the satisfaction of her own needs, never caring when Valerie complains about Cleo's fingers hurting her rectum. What Cleo likes is having Valerie's head squeezed between her muscular thighs, Valerie's head squeezed so hard she sometimes thinks she'll die that way.

Dell finally takes Valerie into the bedroom. She makes Valerie lie on her bed on her back with her knees up and apart to show her cunt. Dell talks about it, telling Valerie how pretty it is, telling Valerie how much she likes the way the hair is trimmed, and how the triangle is so perfect it makes her salivate. Of course it's all nonsense, but Valerie loves it anyway. She adores it when a woman looks at her cunt and tells her how pretty it is. She holds her knees back with her hands, aware how exposed she is, aware of Dell's eyes on her cunt and anus. She wishes Dell would dive down and get her nose in it, polish her clit with that strong nose, but instead Dell let's her hold her legs like that as she continues feasting her eyes.

"Show me the hole," Dell says.

Valerie blushes but she does it. She slides her hands down and she uses her fingers, pulling her cunt apart to reveal the mouth of her vagina. Dell stares at it, smiling, her face flushed, one hand slowly stroking the dildo that protrudes from her fly.

In a moment Dell climbs onto the bed and the main event begins. Kneeling between Valerie's thighs, she hoists Valerie's legs over her shoulders and she gets busy guiding the dildo into Valerie's wet tunnel. Valerie groans as it goes in. She keeps her eyes closed and she focuses on the feel of it. A shudder passes through her body as she feels one of Dell's fingers working its way inside her anus. She hears Dell whispering at her, sweet words of encouragement, much more romantic, really, than what she gets when Cleo fucks her. The dildo feels so good in her cunt, she prays it will never stop. Her cunt is running wet, the lubrication making everything so deliciously slippery. Dell keeps that finger in her backside, slowly screwing it in and out as she continues thrusting with the dildo. When Valerie cries out, Dell starts slamming it in there to make the orgasm more intense. "Geronimo," Dell says, and Valerie screams as she comes again on the sliding prick.

THIRTEEN: FRANKIE