Chapter 2: Renée’s Apartment

When Friday afternoon came around, Katherine had a request for Renée. “Look, when I come to your place this evening, I don’t want to ride down there in your car. I rather take a bus to, say, Garden State Plaza and then get a cab to Englewood. Route 4 would be best, right?”

“You’re going to need a cab to get to Route 17 too. May I ask, why do you want to go through all of that hassle?”

Katherine said, “I’m not sure. It’s just that for my first time there, I want to just arrive at your front door – or something like that. I’m not sure how to describe it.”

“Okay, whatever you want.” Renée pondered it for a moment. I suppose, since she doesn’t really know me that well, she might feel uncomfortable riding all that way with me in my car. However, she didn’t mention her musings to the other woman.

Renée’s apartment was on the ground floor of a small two-family house. Around 6:00 PM, Katherine rang the doorbell and Renée let her in. As Katherine removed her coat, the other woman said to her, “I’ll get you a glass of wine, if you wish.”

“Sure, that would be great.” She sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Renée giggled, “I could even get you a doobie, if you want one of those.”

“Really? Where do you get pot?”

“An old friend buys it for me sometimes. Not that often; it’s not like how I was back in the day.” For Renée, back in the day meant the early 1970s. “Have you ever smoked it yourself?”

“I did, a long time ago.”

“Was it with that guy you mentioned?”

“Yes, it was with him.”

Renée thought, as she had a few days earlier, about Katherine’s earlier life. She was only seventeen, coming up in the world, and her family had crushed the life out of her. “You know, that might be a bit much for our first time. Let’s just drink wine now.”

She went into the kitchen and got glasses for both of them. After putting an album on her sound system, she then she sat down next to Katherine on the sofa. For a moment they said nothing but instead assessed each other.

Katherine was thirty-five, of middling height. Her reddish-brown hair was tied in a sort of ponytail at the back of her head. She may have been at least partially of Irish ancestry, but no one could tell from her last name and she had never revealed much about herself to her co-workers.

On that night she was wearing a woolen blouse, a skirt, and brown boots that Renée had seen for the first time earlier that day.

Renée was forty-three, and she was on the short side, plus she was a bit plump. Her brown hair came down to her shoulders. At that time she was wearing a blue dress with buttons up the front. She had nylon stockings and low-heeled black shoes, plus steel-rimmed glasses she always wore all day long.

Renée had worked as an assistant for the other woman for five years, but they have almost never spoken about anything personal. In fact, Renée had something of a dislike for Katherine, and if she was in a bad mood, would call her a “bitch” behind her back.

Like she had done with Paul, for some transgression she had given a bare backside belting to Renée a few months earlier. It was in the same room down in the basement, but there were no witnesses to that incident. However, in the last few days, she had begun to reevaluate Katherine, just as Katherine was reevaluating herself.

The first thing she said was, “Look, just relax. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“All right, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Are you nervous?”

Katherine admitted to it, “Yes I am, more than a bit.”

“Well, I am too.”

“You told me that you had that thing going with Paul. That was a couple of days ago.”

Renée said, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. After nearly ten years, I just want to live again, finally. When I was young, say in the 1970s, I didn’t go in for casual sex, but I definitely went around the block with a few guys.”

“Were you ever married?”

“No, somehow I missed that. And recently, there haven’t been any prospects.”

“Have you been with him, I mean Paul, recently?”

“Not since that time in the basement.” She smiled, “That whole thing was pretty hot. I forgot how much I missed it.”

“I’m sorry Renée, I shouldn’t pry into your life.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m old enough to accept things as they are.”

When they were on their second glasses of wine, Kathrine said, “So, how are we supposed to do this?”

“Getting a bit impatient, I see.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be pushy.” Renée found that amusing, because at work Katherine, in her quiet but insistent way, could be quite pushy.

“Don’t worry about it. Come over to me and we’ll try some more kissing. You seemed to like it the other day.” She pushed her glasses to the top of her head

At first, Katherine was tentative, but then she got more passionate about it and she put her arms around the other woman. When they pulled back Katherine merely said, “Oh.”

“Oh, what?”

“I seem to like kissing girls.”

“Well, so do I.”

“Did you ever do it before?”

“I was a bit wild when I was younger but, no, I haven’t. Come on, let’s smooch some more.”

As they made out, Katherine sometimes lifted her face to Renée’s hair and also kissed her ears. She was aware of a warm tingling in her crotch. Finally, she admitted, “I’m actually getting turned on by this.”

“So am I.” Renée could feel a certain amount of tightness in her throat. After a bit, she said, “Let’s escalate this. Just take it easy and I’ll show you how.”

She put her hands on Katherine’s front and lifted her white blouse. Then she undid the bra, and her small pointy breasts fell free. All she said was, “Oh, my.”

“You have such nice perky tits, my dear.”

Katherine looked a bit uneasy, but then the other woman began to touch, then rub the red nipples. Almost immediately they began to stiffen under her fingers.

“That feels really good, I don’t know how else to put it.”

“Did that guy you knew do this is to you too?”

“He certainly did. I admit, even now when I – well, masturbate, I spend some time on my nipples first.”

“Well, baby, so I do I.”

“You mean you masturbate too?” She immediately corrected herself, “I’m sorry, that was a dumb thing to say.”

“Don’t worry, it’s the thing everybody does but nobody talks about. Remember that song She-Bop?”

“Yes, that was pretty funny.”

So she does have a sense of humor. In a few moments, Renée said, “I think it’s time to suck on them a bit. Did that guy do that too?”

“Oh yes, he certainly did.”

“You know Katherine, you’re very pretty.”

“Me? I always thought I was plain.”

“No, I’m plain, but I never cared.” She smirked, “If you are willing to put out some, guys will go for it.”

“And girls too, I see.”

“You got that right! Now just relax and let me do my thing.”

She leaned forward and put her lips around Katherine’s right nipple. The pleasure went right through her body. “It’s been so long, I almost forgot how sweet this is.”

As Renée worked first on one breast, and then the other one, Katherine put her hands on the other woman’s shoulders and began to softly moan. “Please, give me more of that.”

Renée stopped long enough to reply, “You bet, honey, I’ll give you all you want.”

After a little while, Renée said, “One thing though, I want some for myself too.” She undid the buttons on the front of her dress, then she unbuckled her own bra. Her breasts were more rounded, and they hung down a bit.

“Oh well, a bit of middle-aged sag I guess.”

“Your nipples are already stiff.”

“Imagine that. Just working on you got me turned on. Come over here, put your mouth around them like I did to you.”

Renée ran her hands through the other woman’s hair as her tits were fondled by Katherine’s mouth and tongue. “You see, this is pretty easy after all.”

They spent some time on each other’s breasts. Renée said, “I hope I’m not rushing you, but it’s getting to be time to go under the clothes and below the waist, as they used to say in the fifties.”

“I think I’m ready, but what do I do?”

“First, pull your skirt back and let me see what you’ve got on under there.”

With the skirt out of the way, she could see white stockings that emerged from the top of the boots and went halfway up the thighs. Then there was a fairly ordinary pair of blue underpants.

“Hah, I see you were prepared from some below the waist action.”

Katherine said, “I guess I did consider that.”

“Guess what, so did I!” She yanked her own dress above her waist. Her nylons were thigh-high, and her panties were pink.

“You see, great minds think alike.”

“So now what should we do?”

“All right, on the count of three, we’ll both remove our underpants.” She giggled. “I was kidding. We’ll just slide them off and spread our legs a bit.”

With their underwear out of the way, they gazed at each other’s pubic hair. Both had thick bushes, but Katherine’s was tinged with red, while Renée’s was dark brown.

Katherine commented, “I’ve heard that some girls shave their crotches now.”

“Well, not me. I’m a girl of the seventies, a purely natural woman.”

“I’ve never seen another woman’s pubic hair before.”

“Neither have I, except in a magazine.”

“I haven’t even seen that.”

“You mean you’ve never looked at some girlie mag like Penthouse or Hustler?”

Katherine shook her head.

“There are also these European magazines, like from Denmark, that show everything. Full fucking, guys coming in ladies’ mouths, the whole bit. You can see the semen being ejaculated, so you know they didn’t fake it.”

“Do you still have those?”

Wow, she really is changing a lot. “Unfortunately, I don’t.”

“Can you still buy them?”

“I’m sure you can find them in New York.”

“I’d feel a little strange being in one of those places.”

She’s actually imagining herself in a porn shop. Amazing. “As long as you pay them, they won’t care. You know, Katherine, it might do you some good to see a few. Helps you with your education, I’d say.”

Renée could suddenly see herself going into a porn shop with Katherine and perusing the wares. Look at those two nice ladies in here. I guess everybody needs to get off, one way or the other.

Katherine said, “So now what?”

Renée decided to just get started. She moved over to the other woman, held her, and they started kissing. At one point, Katherine got up on Renée’s thigh and rubbed her bare crotch on it.

“Hey honey, that’s an interesting move you made up.”

“It feels great. But eventually, I want to come from your mouth on me.”

“Sure, that can be arranged.”

As they held each other, the two women stroked each other’s bodies. Both especially liked getting their buttocks squeezed.

In a moment, Renée said, “Hey, lean back and let me see how your pussy is doing.”

“All right, let me take my skirt off, get it out of the way.”