A spell of dizziness came over Vanessa, and her knees seemed on the verge of buckling. She managed to remain standing–then, with infinite slowness, she began to undress. Eileen watched her fixedly, while still tickling herself–but she now realized she wouldn’t be alone in the task, so she didn’t go all out to bring on a climax right away.
“You’re so beautiful, my dear,” Eileen breathed in genuine admiration.
“You’re beautiful,” Vanessa echoed.
Eileen extended her hands. “Come here.”
Vanessa walked over to the bed and then squatted over Eileen, sitting down on her lap. Eileen bent forward and placed her head on Vanessa’s chest, kissing and licking her breasts and sucking on the tiny nipples until they were hard as rock. At the same time, she reached a hand down and began getting a feel of Vanessa’s sex; Vanessa, in turn, took up the stroking of Eileen’s sex where she herself had left off. Eileen had already brought herself close to an orgasm, and Vanessa finished her off quickly and efficiently. Eileen let out several agonized groans, her face still pasted to Vanessa’s chest. After she had settled down a bit, she focused on bringing release to her unexpected partner–and that happened a lot sooner than she expected, as Vanessa’s sudden, unthinking venture into lesbian sex had been a delightful surprise even to herself.
As they lay down in each other’s arms, resting for what they would be certain would be another round, Eileen said, “So what gives with this?”
Vanessa knew exactly what she meant. “I wish I could tell you. It just seemed the right thing to do. You’re just an amazing woman, Eileen. I’m sure lots of straight men are saying–”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. ‘What a waste!'”
“Well, you can’t blame them.”
“Men are so funny. You know a lot of them really get off on the idea of two women getting it on?”
“They do? Why on earth would they do that?”
“Oh, Vanessa, you can’t be so naïve. Men are very responsive to visual stimuli–and so, what could be better than one naked lady? Why, two naked ladies! I’m telling you, practically every porn magazine has a lesbian spread. I doubt that the models are actual lesbians, but they do a pretty good imitation! Can you guess what happens when a straight guy looks at a spread like this?”
“I can’t begin to imagine.”
“He has this ridiculous fantasy that those lesbians will invite him to join in!”
“You’re kidding me.”
“I most certainly am not!”
“But lesbians wouldn’t do that.”
“Of course not. That’s why it’s a kind of pathetic fantasy on the part of straight guys. They have this delusion that the moment a woman–of whatever sort–sees a cock, she’ll suddenly drop everything and worship that cock and pay it all the attention he thinks it deserves!”
“I don’t worship your dad’s cock.”
“Glad to hear it. But I’m telling you that’s what guys think when they see a pair of lesbians doing each other.”
Vanessa gave Eileen a sly look. “I think that’s what we need to do.”
And with that, both women instinctively fell into sixty-nine position; Vanessa, being the smaller of the pair, was on top. For the next hour or so they indulged in such an intense session of pussy-licking that both of them came to feel that nothing in the world existed except the labia and clitoris whose overflowing juices they were each lapping up. Each woman had two or three climaxes, one after the other, until finally they couldn’t take it anymore. Vanessa rolled off of Eileen, landing on her back and staring dazedly at the ceiling.
Then they heard Jack and Joanna coming back into the house.
“Omigod!” Vanessa said, leaping up from the bed and furiously putting her clothes back on. “They can’t catch me in here!”
Eileen watched the other woman’s alarm with some amusement. She lay unmoving and gloriously naked, sprawled lasciviously on the bed, her legs parted and her breasts heaving with ragged breathing.
Vanessa dashed out of the room just as Joanna was coming up the stairs. The older woman gave her a startled glance and said, “What were you doing in there?”
“Nothing, Joanna,” Vanessa said quickly–and bolted toward the master bedroom.
But Joanna had noticed Vanessa’s red face and glistening lips, and she’d also caught a fleeting glimpse into her daughter’s room–and wondered.
*
Vanessa realized that some kind of reckoning with Joanna couldn’t be avoided. Sure enough, after dinner Jack’s ex-wife summoned the young woman for a private conference in the den.
“So what really happened in Eileen’s room this afternoon?” she said, clearly demanding a thorough answer.
“Nothing,” Vanessa muttered. “We were just–talking.”
“Talking, eh? I could have sworn I saw Eileen… naked.”
Vanessa was now totally spooked. Like Jack, she was a very bad liar. After some moments of silence she finally said, “Yes, she was. And–I was too.”
In the silence that followed, the ticking of a clock could be heard in the distance.
“Are you saying,” Joanna whispered in disbelief, “that you and Eileen…?”
“Yes,” Vanessa whispered in turn.
Joanna looked upon her with a mixture of astonishment and what looked like admiration. “I didn’t know you were inclined that way.”
“I didn’t know either!” Vanessa exclaimed, now relieved that the truth was out. “It just happened.”
“And it was… nice?”
“It was fabulous! God, I never knew it could be like that!”
“Well, women do know each other’s parts pretty well.”
“That’s part of it, but there’s so much more. Eileen’s body is really nothing like mine–except in the obvious fact that she has boobs and a pussy and stuff like that. Her boobs are incredible, by the way.”
“Are they?”
“So much bigger and rounder than mine.”
“Vanessa, you have to stop obsessing about your breasts. Bigger isn’t always better. Jack hasn’t shown any disappointment in your bosom, has he?”
“No–but he’s a dear, and I don’t know there are many men like him.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Anyway, it was wonderful with Eileen. But”–and her voice descended again to a whisper–“you can’t tell Jack! He’ll totally freak out.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Joanna said slowly. “He might be tickled by the idea.”
“Eileen said something like that–that guys get off on two girls making love. But this is Jack’s daughter, for heaven’s sake! He can’t possibly approve of that.”
“I think Jack is pretty open-minded where such things are concerned.”
“I hope so. Because…” Vanessa trailed off.
“Because what?”
“Well, I was hoping this wouldn’t be the last time–with Eileen.”
“I hope it isn’t either. She hasn’t had anyone for a while, and I think you make a good partner for her.”
“God, Joanna,” Vanessa said dreamily, “you just have no idea what that session this afternoon was like.”
After a pregnant pause Joanna said, “Actually I do.”
Another silence–more ticking of that clock.
“What are you saying?” Vanessa said.
Joanna looked around the room as if there was someone there listening. With a sigh she said, “It happened a long time ago–my freshman year of college. The administration required all freshmen to have roommates. I guess they didn’t want us to get lonely and depressed, given that this was our first time away from home and all that. So I was assigned this roommate–her name was Claudia. She seemed sweet, and was quite pretty.
“We were both eighteen, and both virgins. And neither of us thought of ourselves as lesbians. In fact, we spent a certain amount of time exciting ourselves about what our ‘first time’ with a boy might be like; but we were also a little scared–you know, the blood and the mess and all, not to mention the dreaded possibility of getting pregnant. Neither of us had a boyfriend, and we didn’t even go out much with boys–we had too much schoolwork to do!
“And so we began cuddling a bit. Part of that was because that freshman dorm wasn’t heated very well, and with the onset of winter it was pretty damn cold in our room. So there we were, in our long flannel nightgowns, just holding onto each other–for warmth, of course. Then we started doing a little kissing. We were trying to pretend that we were actually kissing a boy, just seeing what that might be like. Later we did a little more than that.
“The first time Claudia pulled up my nightgown and put a hand on my thigh, I was about to say, ‘Hey, what do you think you’re doing?’ But in fact that hand felt pretty good; and when she started moving it up, slowly and tentatively, a shiver–which had nothing to do with the cold–went through me. Omigod, she was about to touch me down there! I wasn’t wearing anything under my nightgown, and she wasn’t either. When she finally did put her fingers on my sex, I became hugely embarrassed–not just because she was doing what she was doing, but because I was so wet that my juices immediately coated her fingers as they stroked me.
“She seemed to have an instinctive awareness of what I liked–or maybe she just did to me what gave her pleasure. She stuck her fingers into my vagina (touching, but not breaking, my hymen), fondled both the inside and outside of my labia, and used her thumb in a circular motion to stimulate my already swelling clitoris. Meanwhile she was plastering my face with kisses, sometimes licking me with her tongue. I just let her do whatever she wanted, lying passive as she worked me over–but I wasn’t passive very long, because in a few minutes (a far shorter time than it took when I did this myself) she made me explode in an orgasm that caused me to cry out, almost to shriek, while shudders coursed through my entire body.
“When I finally settled down, she looked at me with a little glint in her eye. I could tell what she was thinking: Now it’s your turn to do me.