Chapter 4: Jill Has Second Thoughts

When she was done she took both hands and just pulled my face inn against her and held it there. Her pubic hair smothered my face until finally I had to pull back to breathe. Standing up, I looked her in the eyes - at least towards them as I waited for her to open hers. Finally she did and an anxious look replaced the smile.

“Oh god, what did we do?” she gasped, holding her arms to cover her bare breasts as she looked around for her shorts and top. It was sort of funny seeing how she wasn’t wearing anything on her bottom either but I guess her natural instinct was to hide her boobs. I held her by the shoulders, trying to calm her.

“It’s OK Jill ... didn’t you enjoy it?” I soothed her.

“THAT’S the problem,” she whined, “I LOVED it ... But I still can’t believe we really did it.”

“We?” I giggled, “Seems to me YOU were the one having the orgasm.”

Jill looked at me with horror in her face. She was breathing so fast and hard I was afraid she might pass out. She kept mumbling to herself about how she couldn’t believe it and how embarrassed she was. Frankly, it reminded me of the girl who screams rape when her dad catches her fucking a guy, even though she’d been enjoying it up to that moment.

“You can’t tell ANYONE about this ... EVER!” she gasped. “Oh my god, what if anyone finds out? What if my husband hears about it?”

Then she suddenly stood still and stared at me, just as calm as she was crazy only a moment before.

“It’s true, isn’t it, about you,” she said, more an accusing statement than a question, “I always figured it was just jealous girl talk because I couldn’t believe a girl as nice as you could really be that bad.”

She started to straighten out her outfit, zipping and buttoning her shorts with a look of determination. “It’s your fault, you took advantage of me, fucking whore,” she practically hissed at me, “How could you do that? What kind of sick, fucked up person are you?”

Wow, now THAT was about the last thing I expected to hear. OK, the odds were we would never do it again anyway, but I hadn’t expected this outburst of rationalization and self-righteousness, let alone the accusations. “You just stay away from my kids, got it?” she said, pointing her finger in my face.

Now THAT was going too far. I can take just about anything but being accused of molesting children was unacceptable. I was getting so pissed off I couldn’t hold myself back. Knowing I would regret it even before I said it, I held up the finger that I’d used to fuck her pussy and grinned nastily at her.

“So I take it you don’t want to lick your cum off my finger then?” I taunted her.

OK, so it was a bad thing to say but I felt better. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth pursed so tight her lips were slivers. Her face was beet red, but not from her orgasm any longer. “Lesbian whore!” she hissed at me as she reached for the door as if she was about to leave. I just stood back with my arms crossed, grinning as I waited for her to realize what she was about to do.

“Oh shit!” she hissed as she suddenly realized she as naked, “Stop staring at me!” she ordered as she dressed hurriedly. Of course I wasn’t about to take my eyes off her which just seems to infuriate her all the more. She pulled down her top and then without another word unlocked the door and stormed out. Fortunately the wasn’t anyone out in the hallway to see her leave the restroom which avoided any questions as to why the two of us had been in there when it had accommodations for just one person.

I was left alone feeling a mixture of emotions. Licking her pussy had certainly been fun and making her cum for the first time by a girl was definitely one for my diary. At the same time, I was quite concerned as to what was going to happen next. In my heart I had a feeling it was just her conscience making the noise and that once she settled down that she would get over it. I mean come on, she DID have an orgasm so it couldn’t have been THAT bad! It wasn’t like I’d tied her up and forced her to do anything.