Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 11:15:27 -0600 From: Katherine T. 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 the following URL: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Katherine_T 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 FOUR: CLEO After Cleo puts the phone down, she walks back to the living room and she smiles at the girl on the sofa. "Are you okay, doll? Would you like another drink?" The girl's name is Susan. She's a sandy blonde, a college girl with long silky hair, a long body now extended on Cleo's sofa. She looks at Cleo with seductive eyes and shakes her head. "No, I'm fine, thank you." Cleo is solicitous, affectionate, seating herself on the sofa now beside Susan's long legs. Susan wears a summer dress and sandals, and she's barelegged. Cleo runs her hand over one of the girl's lovely legs. "You could be a model." Susan smiles. "I'm not that pretty." "Yes you are, you're a knockout." Cleo picked her up only a few hours ago in a bar, and now Cleo is congratulating herself because the girl is such a beauty and so obviously hungry to be fucked. The girls are always easy when they're looking for it, especially the rich college girls from Northwestern. Cleo is forty-six, happy in her maturity, happy because she's having more success with women these days than she had when she was Susan's age. At Susan's age she was a totally mixed up Sixties flower girl. Now she's a middle-aged dyke with a settled mind and uncomplicated desires. There is nothing complicated about the desire she feels for Susan. Cleo is thrilled as Susan now slowly raises one knee, the movement causing her dress to fall back enough to reveal one of her thighs. The girl knows what she's doing. Oh yes. Susan wears hardly any makeup, but her lips are painted a bright red. She likes to toss her long blonde hair, tossing it over one shoulder or over the other shoulder, or sometimes pulling a strand or two away from her face. Her body is long but the curves are there, a hint of heaviness in the breasts and hips that delights Cleo. The older woman imagines those ripe breasts in her hands. That makes her think of Valerie's breasts, Valerie's voice on the phone just a few minutes ago, Valerie's dark-haired muff. Susan's muff will be something else, dark blonde, Cleo guesses, the curls as fine as silk. Susan is lovely, coquettish in a way that makes Cleo suspects the girl wants to be dominated. Maybe she's not a true bottom, but just close enough to excite Cleo's imagination. Cleo wonders who the girl knows, who she's been with. She imagines Susan begging for things, begging for pleasure. What a pretty slave she'd make, Cleo thinks. The idea arouses Cleo because she enjoys exerting power over her women. She finds enough women who want it, and it's always thrilling with girls like Susan. Get them begging for it. Cleo rises now, and she walks over to the buffet against the wall and she opens a drawer. She brings out a camera and a pack of film. "I'd like to take some pictures of you," she says. "Let's find out how good a model you are." Susan doesn't mind. Cleo keeps up a constant chatter about how pretty Susan is, and Susan obviously enjoys that, smiling at Cleo, tilting her head like a coquette. Yes, she likes the idea of posing. Cleo shoots a few pictures of Susan reclined on the sofa, Susan looking demure. Getting sweaty, Cleo takes her shirt off and she now wears only a teeshirt and jeans, the exposure of her bare arms revealing a tattoo on her right biceps, a heart pierced by an arrow. Susan stares at the tattoo but she says nothing. Cleo picks up the camera again, points it at Susan and looks through the viewfinder. "Sexy girl," Cleo says. "Show us some more leg." Susan giggles, teasing, tugging her dress back enough to show more of her thighs to the camera. She pulls her shoulders back to emphasize the curves of her breasts under the cotton dress. Cleo tells her to open her legs more and Susan does that, raising her knees, allowing the hem of her dress to fall back far enough to show the tops of her thighs. Now when she opens her legs, the crotch of her blue panties is suddenly revealed. "Yes, that's good," Cleo says, one eye fixed on the viewfinder as she snaps another picture, Susan's open thighs in the viewfinder, the blue panty-crotch bulging with the girl's pussy. Susan moves her legs. Her face is flushed and Cleo guesses the girl is getting turned on by the picture-taking. Cleo knows. She has done this often enough with her women to know how some of them start creaming in response to the camera. Now she's wondering what Susan tastes like, aching to have the girl's nectar on her tongue. "Take the dress off, honey. Let's get a few shots with more zip in them." Susan giggles. "Am I going to be embarrassed by these pictures someday?" "I'll give you the negatives." "Promise?" "Sure, doll. You trust me, don't you?" Cleo's excitement increases as she watches Susan rise and unzip the back of her dress. The girl does a slow striptease, gradually revealing her lithe body covered now by only a blue bra and blue panties, the cups of the bra with filmy lacework, the panties cut high on the sides and back to show much of her compact buttocks. She does a turn for Cleo, poses standing for several shots, then at Cleo's urging Susan removes the bra to expose her darling breasts whose extended pink nipples testify that her excitement is as great as Cleo's. The older woman now puts the camera down and she approaches the girl who waits for her with laughing eyes. "You're going to jump me," Susan says, pretending to cover her breasts with her hands but making sure to leave her nipples exposed between her spread fingers. But it's not the girl's breasts Cleo wants. When Cleo is close enough, she slides her left arm around Susan's shoulders and kisses her mouth at the same time as her right hand moves directly to the blue panties. Susan gasps against Cleo's lips as Cleo's long fingers slip inside the crotch of her panties and pull the crotch outward as her knuckles rub into the wet groove of the girl's cunt. Without haste, Cleo finds the shaft of Susan's clitoris and she pinches it gently. "How about dressing up for me?" Her eyes closed as she feels her clitoris being manipulated, Susan groans. "What do you mean?" "I've got some stockings and heels you can wear. We'll take a few hot pictures." "Only if you promise I get the negatives." "I've already promised," Cleo says, pulling her hand away now and lifting it to her mouth where she slowly cleans Susan's nectar off her fingers. Susan blushes as she watches the older woman lick her froth. Cleo smiles and leaves her, walking out of the living room and down the short hall to the bedroom to find something Susan can wear. She returns to Susan with a white lace garter belt and sheer white hose and white high-heeled sandals, smiling at Susan when she sees Susan has already removed her blue panties to reveal her lovely triangle of silky blonde hair. Susan blushes as she stares at the shoes and stockings in Cleo's hands. "You're different," Susan says. "How so?" "I've never done anything like this. I mean wearing that stuff for someone." Cleo chuckles, her eyes on the blonde pussy. "But you're going to like it, aren't you?" "Yes, I think so." "Come on, I'll help you." She helps Susan hook the garter belt around her loins, then she assists Susan getting the stockings on her legs. As Susan raises one leg after the other, Cleo's attention is drawn to the girl's blonde pussy, the visible pink stripe between the plump outer lips. Susan's tender breasts look like pomegranates as she bends forward to attach the garters to the tops of the sheer white stockings. Susan says: "I'm feeling sexy with this stuff." "You look sexy too. Now the shoes, doll." It's the shoes, the high-heeled sandals, that bring a special pleasure to Cleo. She slips them onto Susan's feet, and then she buckles the straps across the girl's pretty ankles. When Susan finally rises, she giggles as she balances herself on the four-inch stiletto heels. "Let me look in the mirror." Cleo watches Susan as she walks across the living room to the full length mirror in the short hall near the front door. The high heels, the long slender body, make Susan look ravishing. Cleo takes up the camera and she begins snapping pictures again, Susan at the mirror with her lips pouting as she looks at herself, Susan turning to glance at the curves of her buttocks framed by the white garter belt, Susan assuming a model's pose with one leg gracefully bent at the knee. Cleo's desire increases, and before long she stops taking pictures of Susan and she stands there rubbing her cunt through her jeans as she watches Susan twist and turn her body in various poses. Cleo finally takes the girl's arm. "Come back to the living room." Susan giggles as she allows herself to be led along. Because of the high heels, she's now taller than Cleo, tall enough so that when Cleo wants to kiss her, Susan needs to bend her head to meet Cleo's lips. Cleo drops a hand down to stroke Susan's ass. "Let me take some pictures of your pussy." Susan giggles. "I thought it was coming to that." But Susan doesn't mind. She enjoys it. She stands near one of the easy chairs and she lifts one foot to place it on the seat cushion, her legs now wide apart to show everything to Cleo, who quickly grabs the camera to take a picture of Susan's lovely cunt pouting open like a pink flower, the dew glistening on the petals, her clitoris still modestly covered by its hood. As if understanding completely what Cleo wants, Susan slides a hand between her legs and she uses her fingers to tug the cowl back and expose the tip of her clitoris. "That's perfect," Cleo says. When Susan starts playing with herself, rubbing her cunt with her fingers, Cleo takes another picture. Their eyes meet. Susan blushes, but she continues to masturbate as Cleo watches her. The girl wobbles on the high heels, her tongue sliding over her lips, her breasts jerking with each movement of the hand between her legs. Cleo laughs and she finally stops it. She makes Susan turn around under the pretext of adjusting the straps of the garter belt. Cleo fondles Susan's ass, and then she gets her fingers between Susan's buttocks to stroke her anus. Susan giggles, enjoying it, showing her small white teeth as she laughs. "You're making me nutty," Susan says, wagging her hips from side to side as Cleo's fingers probe inside her wet cunt. Cleo picks up the camera again. "Let's have a picture of that lovely butt." She makes Susan bend forward to emphasize her ass. With a little more coaxing, Susan reaches back to pull her buttocks apart to show her cunt and anus from behind. "You're being nasty," Susan says. "Yes, but I can tell you like it." "Why don't you get undressed and let me suck you off?" Cleo quivers and she slaps Susan's buttocks. "Now who's being nasty? Do you like sucking off old dykes?" "Only if they taste good." Cleo slaps her ass again. "You're a little bitch, aren't you? All right, lie down on the rug." Susan quickly stretches out on the rug as Cleo removes her jeans and underpants. Cleo's cunt is wet, her pulse racing as she gazes down at the girl waiting for her. Holding her crotch with her hand, Cleo straddles Susan's body, and then she squats down to fit her cunt against Susan's upturned mouth. "Good girl," Cleo says, and she starts grinding her crotch against Susan's face, rubbing her clit against Susan's nose and lips and chin as she wonders how far she can go with Susan and whether Susan will ever come back to her. Sometimes they never come back. You pine for them, but they never come back. They walk into your life one day, and then they walk out again and for them you're only an anecdote. "Come on, suck it," Cleo says, her eyes making contact with Susan's eyes as she adds a twist to the movement of her cunt. FIVE: VALERIE The next day Valerie arrives at Cleo's apartment wearing a dress and heels. Hot kisses follow once the front door is closed. And then Cleo discovers the gartered stockings and she goes wild. "Come on, show me." In the living room, Valerie holds her dress up to show her legs and thighs, the tops of her stockings, the black lace garter belt. The lace panties are already soaked. Cleo makes her walk around like that. And then finally Cleo rushes her into the bedroom and tumbles her on the bed. The older woman hurries to get Valerie's panties off. She slips her thighs under Valerie's ass and pushes her knees back to her breasts to make Valerie's crotch spread out like a banquet, everything available. Valerie has never before had it like this. Cleo's full control drives her wild. Cleo's tongue probes between her labia, slithering, sucking at the mouth of her vagina. Valerie moans, shudders at the hot stabbing of Cleo's tongue.. "Do you like this, doll?" "Yes." "Up a little more. Yes, that's better. Keep those pretty legs up." Valerie's high heels wave in the air. Cleo bends her head again, her tongue wagging, her thumbs spreading Valerie's flower to get at her clit. Miss Pearl coming out of her hood. Valerie shudders as she watches the woman slurp the juice oozing out of her pussy. The noises. Cleo slobbering like that. Cleo pushing her knees back as she presses her chin against Valerie's ass. And Valerie thinks: It's Frankie who ought to be doing this. She's Frankie's woman, not Cleo's. But at this moment she's totally Cleo's woman. Spread for Cleo, isn't she? But still Frankie ought to be doing it. She's Frankie's wife. Frankie ought to know how much she needs this. Loving like this. At least once in a while. The bitch Frankie takes better care of her books than she does of her wife. Frankie never sucks her like this. Making a meal out of her. Driving her crazy. Cleo now has Valerie's cunt in her mouth. Literally. Chewing on a lip, pulling it inside her mouth, sucking the swollen flap. Valerie thinks her clit feels bigger than ever before, puffed, turgid, throbbing. When Cleo finally starts sucking her clit, Valerie throws her head back and groans. Oh god yes. Suck it. Suck my clit. Cleo grips Valerie's ass with both hands, pushing her thumbs inside Valerie's cunt to stretch it wide open. Then more sucking on Valerie's clit until her cunt explodes. Cleo held on, not releasing her, keeping Valerie's cunt captured. When Valerie opens her eyes again, she finds Cleo smiling at her. Cleo says: "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" "Yes." Cleo is sitting in a lotus position, her legs folded, her knees wide open, her slit gaping at Valerie, the older woman's cunt hypnotizing her. "I think you've been doing without," Cleo says. "You shouldn't. It's bad for you. Makes you crazy." Her hand strokes Valerie's nylon-clad ankle. Then the shoe. Running her fingertips over the spike heel. "Anyway, I like you. I want you to know that." Valerie blushes. "I like you too." Then Cleo wants to know how committed she is to Frankie. And Valerie has to explain how she isn't thinking of leaving Frankie just yet because she's hoping things will work out. Develop. Change. A transformation of some kind. Why not? People change, don't they? With her eyes on Cleo's pink pussy. So unavoidable because there it is staring at her as Cleo sits with her knees wide open. Cleo smiles when she notices Valerie's eyes on her cunt. "You want to do me?" And without waiting for an answer, she climbs over Valerie, squats over Valerie's face, then drops her pussy down until Valerie has the pink slash of Cleo's cunt on her mouth, Cleo immediately groaning, sliding back and forth, holding onto the headboard with her hands as she mashes her wet cunt against Valerie's face while telling Valerie how much she likes her. Later Cleo fucks Valerie with her fingers. Valerie is hoping they can do a little cunt-rubbing because she likes that with lanky women, but Cleo wants to use her fingers instead. So Valerie lies back with her knees up while Cleo uses those long fingers to make her come three times. Hard fucking that leaves Valerie's cunt bruised by Cleo's knuckles. Cleo offers to get her fist inside, but Valerie says no, she's had enough. Next time, Cleo says. Next time she'll show Valerie how good it is with all of her hand inside Valerie's cunt. "You'll go wild," Cleo says. "I'm very good with my hand." * * * "You look anxious," Jay says. Jay is Valerie's closest friend. Valerie worked as a schoolteacher for two years after finishing college, and she met Jay at the school. Neither one of them had come out yet and connecting was difficult, awkward, and a great secret. But they actually made love only once, one of those affairs that never go anywhere. But after that they became constant friends, kept in touch, and Valerie has always enjoyed Jay's company. Now, in a downtown coffee shop, Valerie feels a need to unburden herself as she tells Jay everything, all about her troubles with Frankie and the new woman Cleo. When Valerie finishes talking, Jay raises an eyebrow and says: "I think I know this Cleo." "You do?" "You know I don't do the bar scene, but I think I met her at some groups. Is she in the trucking business?" "Yes." "Then it must be her. I've heard she's nasty." "What do you mean?" "She's into pushing her lovers around. What are you going to do now?" Blushing, Valerie says she has no idea. She isn't thinking of leaving Frankie because she loves Frankie. Jay knows Frankie and likes her. Jay is living with a lover now, another schoolteacher. Valerie says she won't leave Frankie, but she certainly isn't happy with her life. "I'm having a rough time." Jay tilts her head to the side and she says things will work themselves out. "There's nothing wrong with some playtime on the side," Jay says. "Provided you keep it from Frankie." "I don't like doing it." "No one likes doing it. Unless they need it." That's it, isn't it? If she needs it and she can't get it at home, she has to do it in order to have a life. "Anyway, be careful with Cleo," Jay says. "Don't let her push you around too much." Which makes Valerie blush again, because it's the pushing around that makes her like Cleo so much. * * * "My sweet doll," Cleo says. She has Valerie on her bed, both of them naked, Valerie on her back with her knees up as Cleo now mounts her. Holding her knees with her hands, Valerie watches the older woman position herself to get their cunts kissing. A moment later Valerie moans as Cleo begins a twisting grind that sends flashes of hot pleasure through Valerie's pussy and belly. Cleo humps and churns, grinding their pubic bones one against the other, then pulling back to hoist Valerie's legs over her shoulders. Now supporting the upper part of her body with her hands, Cleo starts fucking her again. "How does it feel, doll?" Valerie moans. Her pubis feels bruised, her cunt on fire. "I love it." Cleo laughs, moves again, thrusting forcefully against Valerie's pussy. She pushes Valerie's legs away and she lies flat on Valerie's body. With her weight on Valerie, she starts grinding again, the two juicy cunts slamming against each other. Valerie's belly is soaked, drenched with their juices. Then Cleo slips her fingers inside Valerie's cunt, fucking her now with two fingers in her vagina, her hips bouncing up and down as her fingers slide in and out of Valerie's canal. The penetration is deep, total, a vigorous possession that Valerie adores. She loves being taken like this by a woman, the force of it, the overwhelming force of the body above her own. She loves having a woman fuck her like this, the woman's fingers stretching her cunt wide open. She begs Cleo for more of it, more hard fucking. She cries out as Cleo's long fingers ravage her vagina. She has no doubt this is right, this fucking outside her relationship with Frankie. Her lover Frankie. All she cares about at this moment is the pleasure she feels, the skill Cleo has in satisfying her. Cleo pounds her now, slamming Valerie's knees back against her breasts, pumping her fingers inside Valerie's vagina. Suddenly Cleo pulls her fingers out, smiling. "Roll over, doll." Valerie groans, dismayed by the abrupt absence of Cleo's fingers. Blushing, obedient, she rolls over on her belly and she quivers with excitement. Cleo pulls at her waist to get her up on her knees. Valerie's head rests on the pillow, her ass in the air, her body totally vulnerable. Kneeling behind her, Cleo fingers Valerie's cunt, pulls the lips apart and tells her how lovely she looks. "Red and dripping," Cleo says. "Tasty white frosting all over it." Valerie shudders. What a thrill it is to be taken like this. She adores the total animality. This is the ultimate, the most basic kind of woman-fucking, her cunt and ass presented to Cleo, her two openings available, offered. This is what she needs, what Frankie never gives her. She trembles, waiting, not knowing what Cleo will do next. Maybe Cleo will take her ass. Something never done by Frankie. Valerie tells herself she wouldn't mind it. She likes it when it's done right. The pleasure can be intense. She weaves her hips from side to side, silently urging Cleo to do something. One hand rubbing the small of Valerie's back, Cleo slowly pushes two fingers inside Valerie's cunt again. She leans over Valerie's body as she penetrates deep inside her vagina. Valerie whimpers as Cleo slides her hand underneath to grasp one of her hanging breasts. Cleo's pinches the stiff nipple as her long fingers piston in and out of Valerie's cunt. Valerie cries out, grinding her ass against Cleo's belly, her juices gushing as Cleo fucks her. Waves of pleasure rush up her chest as her cunt spasms, a hot flood over her body, an intense orgasm. Cleo continues thrusting in her cunt, and then finally she pulls her fingers out and she wipes them on Valerie's ass. "Come on top of me, honey. Let's try it that way." Valerie groans, wound up like a tight wire, willing to do anything Cleo wants, anything to keep them fucking. Cleo lies down on her back and Valerie squats over her belly. Cleo spreads Valerie's cunt with her fingers, and then she slips the fingers inside to take her again. Valerie rides the older woman's fingers, gyrating her hips, moaning as the fingers stabs her canal. She can feel her juices gushing out. She whimpers with pleasure as Cleo's free hand squeezes one of her breasts. Cleo chuckles. "Come on, doll, move it. Fuck my fingers." Valerie groans. "That's what I'm doing." "Would you like to piss a little? Do it on my hand. I get turned on when a girl pisses on my hand while I'm fucking her." "Cleo, please . . . " "Don't you want to?" Valerie giggled. "That's too much." "Come on, just a little bit." "No, I can't!" She won't do it, not with Cleo. It's too raunchy, too vulgar. She continues grinding her ass, squatting over Cleo as she fucks Cleo's stiff fingers, but she refuses to do what Cleo wants. Grasping one of Valerie's breasts, Cleo pulls her forward and hunches upward. She pumps her fingers in and out of Valerie's cunt. Valerie moans as Cleo pummels her clit. Now Cleo releases Valerie's breast to grab her ass. Her fingers slice between Valerie's buttocks to probe her anus. Valerie cries out as she feels herself penetrated in both places, Cleo's fingers in her cunt and ass, a total possession as she continues to squat over Cleo with her juices running out to drench both of them. She comes hard, gasping, whimpering, then finally rolling over on her side exhausted. Cleo takes Valerie in her arms and kisses her, soothing kisses on her eyes and forehead. "You came so hard for me, I love you." Her hands knead Valerie's buttocks, her strong fingers pressing into Valerie's flesh. Valerie cuddles against her, flushed and happy, her lips pressed against Cleo's neck as Cleo continues fondling her ass. "Do you want the blanket?" "No, I'm fine," Valerie says. "Are you sure?" "Yes." One of Cleo's fingers finds Valerie's anus and slips inside. "You're so tight." "Oh, Cleo . . . " "I can tell you like it." Valerie whimpers against Cleo's neck. "I don't like it when it hurts." "Am I hurting you now?" "No." "Does it belong to me?" "Cleo, please . . . " "Say it." "Yes." Cleo chuckles and kisses her mouth. Valerie wants it. She wants everything Cleo wants. Maybe it's revenge against Frankie. If Cleo wants her ass, Valerie will give it to her. Her anus is already twitching around Cleo's invading finger, but the opening is still too dry. "Cleo, use something." Cleo agrees, says she has some lotion she can use. She brings the bottle from the night table, and Valerie trembles as she lies on her side and watches Cleo spread the lotion over her long fingers. Valerie can feel the heat in her face. She's uncertain again as she imagines those long fingers inside her. Then Cleo makes her lift one leg, draw the knee up to her chest. Cleo squeezes out another glob of lotion and this time she paints Valerie's anus with it. Valerie groans, her eyes closed as Cleo's finger slowly pushes inside her lubricated ass. "You're still tight," Cleo says. "Come on, relax for me, honey." Her finger stretches the tight ring, slowly sliding in and out. The intimacy of the act makes Valerie shudder with pleasure. Yes, she does want this. She wants to be taken this way. The lubrication makes it easy and the pleasure is already intense. Cleo is gentle as she stretches her opening, whispering at her, asking her if it's good, does she like it? telling her she can feel she's relaxing now. Cleo adds a second finger, pushes the second finger inside Valerie's ass, pushes both fingers deep inside the passage as she urges Valerie to open up to her. Valerie moans as she does her best to remain open and loose to the invading digits, gasping at intervals as the two fingers slide in and out of her ass. Cleo is gentle and forceful at the same time. Valerie's ass is now receptive, yielding, craving those long fingers to do more. She's thrilled by it now, shuddering as Cleo kisses her again, as Cleo holds her tightly with her free arm, whispering in her ear, calling her a hot ass bitch. Valerie loves it. She loves all of it. She loves everything about Cleo. "Come for me, honey. Come for Cleo now." Valerie cries out, jerks her hips back and forth, and comes hard as her ass clutches at Cleo's fingers. SIX: FRANKIE At two o'clock in the afternoon, Frankie is sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Virginia Fay. Three other people are in the room, three expensively dressed middle-aged women, each with a magazine on her lap, each woman idly turning the pages of the magazine with a light rustling sound. The shadow of the receptionist can be seen behind the glass partition. Frankie is annoyed. This is only her second visit, a new gynecologist for her, and when she made the appointment the girl on the phone assured her she would not need to wait, assured her Dr. Fay understood the needs of professionals and how important it was not to waste time during the working day. Understands nothing, Frankie thinks. Dr. Fay was recommended to Frankie by Sandy Edberg, a female attorney acquaintance of Frankie's. Not a friend, merely an acquaintance, but maybe Sandy understands Frankie is gay. The first visit to Dr. Fay six months ago was uneventful and routine, and at least there hadn't been any waiting that time. Frankie hates waiting in waiting rooms. Restless, she squirms on her chair, picks up a magazine, puts it down again, fidgets with her watchband. Finally the glass window slides open and the face of the receptionist appears. "Ms.Hooper?" In a few minutes Frankie is alone in a small examining room, seated on the cushioned examining table, waiting again, her clothes on a clothes tree and her body covered by a green cotton gown. The door opens and Dr. Fay walks in, a tall efficient looking woman of forty in a white coat. Dr. Fay smiles. "And how are we today?" "I'm fine," Frankie says. The doctor makes small talk as she takes Frankie's blood pressure, chitchat about the weather, the traffic on the Outer Drive, the latest exhibit at the Art Institute. "How's the love life?" Dr. Fay says. "Are we taking proper precautions these days?" "Yes." "Are you seeing one man exclusively?" Frankie hesitates. "I'm gay, doctor." Flustered, Dr. Fay pulls the stethoscope out of her ears and slips it into one of the pockets of her coat. She avoids Frankie's eyes. "Sorry about that. I didn't notice it on your card. I'll be back in a few minutes for the pelvic." And she leaves. Frankie is now alone again, irritated by the room, the doctor, her gown, the mushy feel of the examining table underneath her buttocks. She hates doctors and hospitals and all things medical. She has memories of herself as a child screaming during examinations by physicians. She tells herself Dr. Fay ought to have known she's gay because she made a point of telling her during the first visit. Stupid bitch in a white coat, Frankie thinks. She wonders how much trouble she'll have finding another gynecologist. The door opens and the nurse enters, a thin young woman with dark eyes, unappealing, already pegged by Frankie during the first visit as a dyke. The nurse wants Frankie to lie down and get ready for the pelvic exam, the nurse bringing up the stirrups from the sides of the table, and then when Frankie lies down on her back she lifts Frankie's ankles into place. "That's good," the nurse says, and Frankie gets a small rush as the nurse gives Frankie's cunt an extended look of interest, Frankie imagining the nurse's face buried in it with her long dyke tongue flapping around to make her feel good. But the nurse is too unappealing and Frankie avoids eye contact, amusing herself by imagining what it would be like to be a nurse and look at cunts all day. Marcia only shrugged when Frankie asked, but of course Marcia is a psychiatric nurse and she doesn't get much chance to look at cunts. Now the door opens and the doctor comes in to examine Frankie. Brusque, efficient, hardly a glance at Frankie's face. Is she more distant than the last time? Does she remember that a short while ago Frankie told her she's gay? Frankie thinks maybe Dr. Fay is more distant because of that, Dr. Fay with a dyke nurse but not gay herself, or if she is gay she doesn't advertise, her fingers now doing things to Frankie's cunt, taking a smear, probing, pulling, almost getting her nose in it as she bends forward with that light on her forehead that makes her look like a fugitive from a science fiction movie. Is she gay? Oh fuck, I don't care, Frankie thinks. All she wants now is to get out of here. She doesn't like the routine here. The other gynecologist had a smoother setup. Maybe she just hates the idea of strange women looking at her cunt. "You're fine," Dr. Fay says, sliding back on her chair, then rising. "Assuming the pap is negative, I'll see you in six months." A short smile at Frankie, and then she leaves. Well, the pap better be negative, hadn't it? The nurse gets Frankie's ankles off the stirrups, gets her legs down, but instead of leaving she dawdles. "Was it raining when you came in?" "No, not at all." "I never remember to bring my umbrella." Frankie wants the nurse to leave before she removes the gown and gets dressed. She sits on the table and waits, but the nurse insists on puttering in one of the cabinets. The nurse says: "On some days this job is a pain." Frankie doesn't answer, pretends she has nothing to say, waits for the nurse to leave, and finally the nurse mutters something else and she walks out. Dumb bitch, Frankie thinks. * * * Later that afternoon, Frankie is in her office when her secretary buzzes her. "There's a Miss Marcia Mason here. Says she's one of your clients." Frankie curses under her breath. "All right, show her in and hold my calls." In a moment Marcia enters the office and closes the door behind her. "You don't mind, do you? I got off work early and I thought I would drop by." Frankie does her best to sound pleasant. "It's better if you telephone first." Instead of sitting down, Marcia walks over to where Frankie is seated behind her desk and she bends forward to kiss Frankie's lips. "Don't be angry with me, I just wanted to see you." "I'm not angry," Frankie says, apprehensive now because she's afraid to get caught with Marcia by the others in the office. Frankie rises, and she goes to the door to lock it. Now she feels more secure, and when she returns to Marcia, she leads Marcia away from the window and she kisses her. "I don't usually bring my personal life into the office, pet." "I'm sorry." "Never mind, you're here already." The fact is Frankie isn't that displeased now that she has Marcia standing so close to her she can smell Marcia's perfume and look down at the ripe swells of Marcia's breasts in her scoop-neck peasant blouse. "You're not wearing a bra," Frankie says. Marcia giggles. "That's right." They kiss again, and this time Frankie gets her hands on Marcia's lovely full breasts, enjoying the feel of them after the rotten day she's had. She gets one of Marcia's breasts over the top of the blouse and she starts sucking it, Marcia encouraging her by holding the tit with her hand and making noises of pleasure as Frankie's lips tug at the fat nipple. "God, I love the way you do that!" Marcia says. Her mouth fixed on the tip of the large breast, Frankie slides a hand under Marcia's billowing skirt to find the sopping crotch of Marcia's pantyhose. Her fingers insistent, probing, forceful, Frankie rubs Marcia's plump cunt until Marcia groans and comes. "Oh Jesus!" Marcia gasps. "Come on, let's get out of here. I'll tell them I'm leaving early." * * * In Marcia's apartment, Marcia lies naked on her bed with her breasts lolling on her chest like a pair of balloons and a Panasonic Special buzzing between her spread legs. The vibrator has a huge disc-shaped head rimmed with black rubber, angled by Marcia now so the edge of the disc pushes between her labia. Marcia moans, her face sweaty, her knees shaking at intervals as the pleasure tears through her cunt. Frankie sits on a chair near the bed. She's wearing an undershirt and underpants, what she had on under her suit when she arrived with Marcia. Nothing much has happened yet, except Marcia ignoring Frankie and having fun with her vibrator, which makes Frankie think maybe Marcia is too much for her, too sexually uncontrolled. She doesn't mind Marcia using the vibrator, what she minds is just watching it without doing anything. She's also a little amazed at the way Marcia appears to be having a continuous orgasm. When Frankie uses a vibrator, she comes in spurts, bang, bang, bang, not one continuous convulsion. She hasn't ever done it with Valerie, not with a vibrator. They've used dildoes, but nothing electrical. The fact is vibrators make Frankie unhappy because she thinks they're much too mechanical. She would rather use her mouth and fingers on a woman than use something you plug into a wall. Frankie finally leaves the chair and she crouches to pull the vibrator plug out of the electric outlet in the wall. Marcia suddenly cries out, looks at the dead vibrator and then looks at Frankie. "Hey, what the hell is going on?" "Either you put that thing away or I leave," Frankie says. Marcia giggles. "You're kidding." "No, I'm not kidding." Frankie climbs on the bed. She takes the vibrator out of Marcia's hands and she puts it on the night table. Then she spreads Marcia's legs and she gets her body between Marcia's thighs with her pubic bone mashed against Marcia's cunt. "Oh yeah," Marcia says. She lifts her knees, but Frankie wants them down. When Frankie has the arrangement she wants, she begins grinding her cunt against Marcia's cunt, a steady slow fucking with Frankie's underpants quickly drenched by Marcia's flowing juices. Marcia comes, but it's not enough for her. When Frankie pulls back, Marcia rolls over on her knees. "Do it to me like this." Frankie's excitement increases as she gazes at Marcia's hairy cunt and ass. Marcia has more hair down there than most women. Frankie strokes Marcia's buttocks. She tickles the plump cunt, and then she spreads the lips apart with her fingers and she gets her tongue on Marcia's clit. The chunky brunette presses backward, attempting to get more pressure on her clit, moaning now as Frankie begins a steady lapping of the running cunt, her tongue lapping up and down as she licks up the rich flowing juices. "Come on, rim me," Marcia says. But Frankie has no interest in it, and she's also a bit resentful that Marcia asks for it. Frankie can't remember anyone who actually asked her for it. Rimming is something you do or don't do, but it should be up to the rimmer, Frankie thinks. Instead, she sucks Marcia's cunt with more vigor, getting her tongue inside the vaginal opening and fluttering it in and out as Marcia squeals and humps her ass back at Frankie's face. Later, as she gets dressed, Frankie thinks maybe she ought to end it with Marcia. Maybe it's time to end it because Marcia is really too much for her. But she says nothing to Marcia, and at the door she kisses Marcia goodby and she squeezes one of Marcia's breasts. * * * That evening, as Frankie and Valerie sit together in the living room, Valerie says: "Can I ask you something?" "What is it?" "Is there something going on between us?" "If there is I don't know about it." "I have the feeling something's going on." "There's nothing going on." "It's like you never have time for me." "You're talking about sex." "Yes." "Valerie, you know how busy I am." "That's what I mean, you're always busy." "You're being silly again. I'm no busier now than I was when we first met. I'm in a busy profession." Valerie says nothing. She returns to flipping the pages of her magazine, one of her crossed legs swinging like a metronome. * * * Two hours later, Frankie is standing in the hallway outside their bedroom. The bedroom door is open just a crack, but it's enough so she can see into the room, see everything clearly, see Valerie on the bed in her pink nightgown that Frankie thinks is too cute, Valerie with her knees up, the nightgown pulled back, her right hand between her thighs and her fingers in her cunt. Frankie watches it. She could walk in and interrupt her or she can stand here and watch it. She chooses to watch it, wondering if maybe Valerie expects it, wondering why she feels differently about Valerie these days. In the beginning Frankie told herself this was it, Valerie was everything she wanted, they would be happy forever and ever and nothing would ever come between them. Now she watches the jerking movement of Valerie's hand and she wonders why she was ever so naive about Valerie, so naive about what she herself wants out of life. SEVEN: VALERIE "It makes me feel uncomfortable," Valerie says to Cleo. They sit opposite each other in a booth in a restaurant. It's two o'clock in the afternoon and Valerie is uncomfortable because for the past ten minutes Cleo has been asking her questions about her sex life with Frankie. Valerie thinks it's disloyal to talk about Frankie to Cleo, but one part of her mind tells her she's being silly because the worse disloyalty is the way she secretly has sex with Cleo behind Frankie's back. Cleo says: "You mean it makes you hot." Valerie blushes. "I didn't say that. I said it makes me uncomfortable to talk about Frankie behind her back." "I thought you liked me." "I do, Cleo. I like you a lot." "But not enough to tell me what you do with Frankie." Valerie groans. She looks around the restaurant one more time to make sure none of Frankie's friends are in the room. She wasn't that happy when Cleo suggested this place, but now that they're here there isn't much she can do about it. "We don't do anything unusual. Anyway, I don't know why it's so important to talk about it." Cleo smirks, glancing at Valerie and then at the waitress as she walks by their table. "It's important because it interests me. Has she ever fisted you?" Valerie feels the flush in her face. "No." "When was the last time you did anything together." "Saturday night." Cleo chuckles. "Oh yeah. Wednesdays and Saturdays, isn't it? What did you do with her?" "Cleo, please . . . " "You know you're going to tell me. Just tell me what you did with her." And so Valerie describes to Cleo what happened between her and Frankie on Saturday night, how they went out to dinner and then afterward made love for a change in the living room, Frankie insisting that Valerie kneel on the sofa while Frankie fucked her from behind with her fingers. Cleo looks amused. "Did you like it?" "Yes, of course I did." "And what did you do after that? Did you go down on her?" Valerie blushes. "No, we just went to sleep." "That's all? What's her cunt like? Does she have a big clit?" "Cleo, please . . . " "Please what, honey?" "Please keep your voice down, we're in a restaurant." "Hell, I know that. All I'm thinking about now is getting my tongue a mile up your pussy and wiggling it around. Would you like that?" "Oh god." * * * In Cleo's cluttered tiny bathroom, Valerie has her panties off and her skirt hiked up to her waist as she bends forward over the toilet to show Cleo her ass. "My precious doll," Cleo says. Valerie groans as she supports her weight with one hand on the tank behind the toilet. "You always get me so hot." She feels Cleo's hand on her ass, Cleo's fingers sliding between her buttocks to find her cunt. Valerie moans as Cleo spreads the petals and teases her with a tickling fingertip. "Don't move," Cleo says. Valerie's heart beats wildly as she imagines what she looks like bent over like this with her ass naked. A gasp comes out of her throat as she feels Cleo tickling her anus. "Cleo, please . . . " "I said don't move." They've done this on other occasions and by now Valerie is used to it. Cleo's games. Valerie hears Cleo open the medicine cabinet, and a moment later she feels something cool on her anus, a lubricant jelly, always effective enough so that when Cleo pushes a finger inside her Valerie can take it without difficulty. "My thumb," Cleo says with a soft laugh, the digit now wriggling in Valerie's rectum as Cleo's forefinger and middle finger slide effortlessly inside Valerie's wet vagina. "There, I've got you," Cleo says, her three fingers hooked inside Valerie two openings as if to hold a bowling ball. "Go on, move it, honey. Show Cleo how that ass can move." Valerie loves it. She groans, the intense excitement producing a raging fire in her belly, a fire only augmented by the desperate embarrassment she feels, the awareness of her complete surrender to Cleo's will. She moves her ass. Cleo taunted her during the ride home by telling her how they would do it, how Valerie would move her ass against Cleo's fingers, and now here they are making it real, Valerie humping her ass against Cleo's firm hand in order to fuck herself on Cleo's invading fingers. Valerie groans and grunts, desperately seeking an orgasm, arching her back as she thrusts her ass and cunt at Cleo's fingers. Cleo laughs as Valerie finally comes, as Valerie cries out and shakes her hips from side to side. Her fingers remaining embedded in Valerie's two canals, Cleo says: "Good, baby? Come on, clamp down a little more and finish it." Valerie is always amazed at the way Cleo understands everything about her body and the way it works and what brings the most pleasure when they fuck. She clamps her two holes on Cleo's fingers, groaning as she feels another squirt of bliss in her cunt. Cleo then slowly withdraws her fingers and she makes Valerie drop her dress and turn around. Cleo says Valerie ought to drop the skirt and just wear the stockings and heels. "You know how much I like looking at your legs," Cleo says. Valerie is without a garter belt because the stockings have elastic tops. "What about my blouse?" Cleo kisses her. "You can leave it on." And then she adds: "I've invited someone to join us and she ought to be here soon." Valerie is stunned. "Someone to join us?" Cleo chuckles, her hand stroking Valerie's cheek. "Don't worry, doll, it just makes things better for us. Her name is Susan and she likes doing whatever she's told. Won't that be fun?" Still dazed by the news that someone is about to join them, Valerie follows Cleo out of the bathroom and into the living room. There Cleo reminds Valerie about her skirt, and with trembling fingers, Valerie unzips her skirt, drops it and steps out of it. The blouse she wears isn't long enough to cover her sex, which puffs out in a dark thicket at the joining of her thighs. Cleo smiles with approval and she makes Valerie do a turn to show her ass above the tops of the stockings. "You're delicious," Cleo says. "The shoes are new, aren't they?" Valerie nods. Yes, the shoes are new, bought the day before on Oak Street because she had a date with Cleo and she knew Cleo would like them. Cleo does like them, and Valerie is happy that she's pleased her lover. At that moment the front doorbell rings, and Cleo walks off to answer. When Cleo returns, she has Susan with her, Susan the tall college girl with dark blonde hair and a sultry beauty that Valerie immediately finds threatening. "This is Susan," Cleo says, her eyes amused as she introduces them to each other. Of course Susan's eyes are wide as she takes in Valerie's getup, the blouse and the stockings and heels and the exposed cunt. Susan wears long silver earrings and heels and a dress that Cleo wants removed at once. "Take it off," Cleo says, waving her hand at Susan in a way that makes Valerie understand that Susan is accustomed to taking such orders from Cleo. Susan undresses without a word, unbuttoning her dress and then pulling it off her body with a single smooth movement. Under the dress, she wears only a white garter belt to hold up her stockings. Her pussy is shaved, the mound bald and shining, the upper part of her slit just visible between the plump outer lips. "What do you think of her?" Cleo says to Valerie. "She's beautiful," Valerie says. Cleo laughs. "Oh, she's beautiful, all right. And she's also hot. Beautiful and hot." Cleo beckons to Susan, and when the girl comes forward, Cleo slides a hand between Susan's thighs to finger her bald cunt. When she pulls the fingers away, they glisten with Susan's juices, and with a laugh Cleo lifts her hand to Susan's mouth and she makes Susan lick her fingers clean. "See that? Do you see how hot she is?" * * * In the bedroom, Cleo lies in the center of the bed with Susan and Valerie on each side of her and Cleo's arms around their shoulders. Susan lies on Cleo's right and Valerie on Cleo's left. Valerie has removed her blouse, but she still wears her stockings and heels. Susan wears what she wore in the living room, the white garter belt, beige stockings and dainty Italian pumps. Cleo has removed most of her clothes and she now wears only a white teeshirt. The window shade is down, the room in gray shadows, the bodies on the bed almost indistinct. From the stereo in the living room, comes the voice of Carey Wilson singing a plaintive love song. Cleo now pushes at Susan's head, and Susan obediently slides her body downward on the bed, downward until Cleo is able to lift her right leg and hook her knee over Susan's shoulder. After shifting her body again, Susan gets her face between Cleo's open thighs and she begins sucking Cleo's cunt. Cleo murmurs something, or is it merely a chuckle of happiness? She grips Valerie's shoulder more firmly, pulling Valerie toward her and kissing Valerie's mouth. Valerie moans against Cleo's lips. Then Cleo releases Valerie, and again Valerie gazes down to watch Susan as she eats Cleo's cunt. Susan's eyes are closed, her nose buried in Cleo's blonde bush, her face sliding from side to side as she uses her mouth to massage Cleo's sex. Valerie feels an intense excitement as she watches it. Susan is obviously hungry, her eyes closed, her mouth sucking ravenously at Cleo's upward tilted cunt. Does Cleo love Susan? Valerie realizes how jealous she is. She has such an enormous desire to please Cleo, and here she is watching another girl with her face between Cleo's legs. She wonders about Susan, wonders why Susan is so submissive. So far she and Susan have said hardly more than a few words to each other. Cleo makes Susan stop what she's doing. She pushes Susan away with her foot and she tells Valerie to get over her. She wants Valerie straddling her on all fours so she can get at Valerie's hanging breasts. Valerie does it, groaning as Cleo takes her dangling breasts in her hands, then shuddering with delight as Cleo orders Susan to get behind Valerie and do her ass. "Rim her," Cleo orders, and the next moment Valerie squeals with happiness as she feels Susan's face pressing against her ass and Susan's tongue licking at her anus. * * * The afternoon light has faded completely, and in Cleo's bedroom a small lamp is now lit. The three women are still on the bed, but Cleo is now lying on her right side while both Valerie and Susan lie with their heads toward Cleo's feet. Susan lies behind Cleo with her face pushing between Cleo's buttocks. Valerie is on the other side, her mouth occupied with Cleo's cunt while Susan pays homage to Cleo's ass. Muttering softly, Cleo slowly moves her loins backward and forward against the two mouths. Valerie adores it. She loves the heady nectar flowing out of Cleo's cunt. At intervals her forehead touches Susan's forehead, making Valerie more aware of Susan's presence, Susan's tongue so close at the other opening, the sucking sounds made by Susan's lips. But Valerie is also afraid. She's afraid Cleo will make her as submissive as Susan, make her a body slave like sweet Susan. Is it possible? Valerie shudders as she listens to the sucking sounds made by Susan's lips. 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 the following URL: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Katherine_T