Chapter 7

Jenny stood naked in front of a long mirror, admiring her tall, beautiful, perfectly formed body that was featured so often on magazine covers throughout the country. Her short-cropped brunette hair accentuated her long neck and her full breasts that were, like the rest of her, tanned from sunning herself nude on the roof garden. She ran her hands down to cup her firm breasts, moving her fingers gently over the already stiffening nipples, then her hands moved down over her flat stomach around to the high arches of her buttocks, back to the indentations between thighs and pubic mound, her caresses increasing the pleasurable ache arising from her thoughts. A young blonde in full bud, naked and lying unresistingly languid on the couch of her apartment! This was the vision that filled her mind with an almost unbearable expectancy.

As she stroked her long limbs she wondered what she should wear from her extensive wardrobe. She wanted to impress this blonde beauty: after one look at the photo Hugh had shown her she felt an irresistible urge to introduce her to the pleasures of making love to a girl. She realized that she couldn't have her to herself alone, that Hugh would have to be included, but she had made a pact with him whereby she would have Linda alone in the apartment for a couple of hours. Neither he nor any other man had previously known of her preference for girls, nor was he aware of how much she was attracted to him physically... probably the only man who had such a strong effect on her.

This afternoon she would admit him to her secret lesbian world. The thought of what could happen, the prospect of having both Linda and Hugh and watching Hugh have Linda sent a glowing feeling throughout her body, an expectation that forced her to nervously smoke cigarette after cigarette, occasionally packing one with hashish. This was the drug she had cunningly prepared for Linda, who Hugh said was a non-smoker, and as she had heard from her cousin all about Linda's aversion to the spiked Cokes she had prepared brownies heavily loaded with the narcotic. Linda would refuse a Coke but would hardly refuse tea and cookies!

She toyed with the idea of wearing hot pants and nothing else, to remain topless, as she usually did when her girl friend stayed at the apartment. She realized that this would undoubtedly frighten the young girl away so she added a transparent, flowered top.

Keeping his promise to stay away for a couple of hours, Hugh had gone down to the Surf Club on the beach front. The scene was set, and at half- past four the doorbell rang.

Linda had hesitated outside the front door of the apartment, filled with doubt and apprehension. Would Hugh be there alone? Or would he be there at all? She didn't want to see him ever again. She was angry with him and with herself for what had happened; she felt cheated and, worst of all, she had been criminally wronged when he had taken that photo. And she was sure he had because she had counted the remaining film. It was the existence of the photo that really prompted her to accept Jenny's invitation... that and the fact that Jenny had sounded like a nice, normal person from whom she could get some advice. That she might be pregnant was another consideration that had sent chilling tremors down Linda's spine.

To counteract any ideas Jenny might have formed about her being a slut, she had gone to great lengths to dress demurely and although it was a boiling hot day she wore long sheer tights under a summer dress and petticoat. She had made doubly sure that she carried her keys in her handbag and had written down the number of her parents' phone. She had also brought fifty dollars: if Hugh wouldn't give her the photo she would pay him for it. Perspiring slightly from the walk along the blistering pavements and the walk up the stairs to Jenny's apartment, she pressed the doorbell.

"I'm so pleased you could come," Jenny said in a low husky voice, smiling warmly, as she opened the door. In a glance she took in the glorious vision of the dewy blonde, the long golden hair, the full young mouth, the firm rising mounds upthrust against the thin material of her dress above a slim waist and soft swelling thighs. "You must be terribly hot," she added, noticing little beads of perspiration on Linda's upper lip.

"Hello," replied Linda as she entered, noting Jenny's long bare legs and bare feet, her tall slim figure and short-cropped hair. As Jenny walked ahead of her to the living room Linda couldn't help but admire the grace of her legs and the way part of her ass-cheeks showed softly round beneath the hot pants. She appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty- five, with an olive-brown skin and very smooth face. The top-model qualities of the girl were obvious.

Jenny apologized about the heat of the apartment, explaining that it wasn't air-conditioned as she imagined all American homes were, as she ushered Linda into the room that momentarily inspired in Linda a sense of panic. There was the couch! The sight of it brought every conscious moment of the previous evening back in horrific vividness. She became aware of the fact that she had suddenly stopped walking into me room, her eyes fixed on the couch, when she felt Jenny's hand on her arm.

"Come and sit down here, it's the most comfortable place," she said, leading her to the couch. As Linda sat down, feeling weak and trembling in her stomach, she looked up and noticed for the first time that she could see right through Jenny's flimsy top, could see the outline of pink nipples against the roundness of firm brown breasts. Below the short top Jenny's flat stomach and navel were exposed as far as the band of her hot pants which were only partly zipped up.

Aware of Linda's examination, Jenny explained: "I've been trying on some summer clothes for a fashion show. You know how it is -they always send the wrong sizes, like these hot pants. I can hardly do up the zip."

"Is Hugh here?" Linda asked abruptly.

"No, the boy's gone down to the beach. I guess he's gone for the rest of the afternoon. He seems to be very fond of you, Linda, but I must warn you, he's very fickle." As she spoke, Jenny noticed that Linda relaxed, that the wary expression changed to a smile. "I hope you're hungry," she added. "I've made some brownies especially for you."

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," Linda replied, as Jenny got up to make tea. She watched the older girl walk to the kitchen, her firm, slim, boyish posterior slightly swaying in what Linda supposed was a mannequin's walk. She wished she hadn't worn so many clothes: the room was stifling.

It was after Linda had eaten two of the hash-filled cookies that she gradually felt a mood of sensuousness coming over her. She hadn't really felt hungry and had only eaten the brownies because Jenny had gone to so much trouble on her behalf. She liked Jenny and they talked happily about surfing, modeling and clothes. After a while they went to the bedroom where Jenny showed her row after row of dresses, some of which she thought Linda might like to try on.

Linda stepped out of her dress and then Jenny said, "Take those tights off, Linda, they're much too hot to wear in this weather."

Jenny had already removed her top and pants, intending to show off an evening gown, and Linda laughed as the naked girl began to pull the tights down over her bottom. What a glorious creature she is, thought Linda as she watched the long brown body bending down to remove the tights.

"You'll have to take everything off to get into some of these things," Jenny said laughingly. "Your breasts are smaller than mine but I think your bottom's a little larger."

"They are not smaller, and it isn't bigger," Linda stated, feeling a little put out as she removed her petticoat and unhooked her bra.

"It's probably because you're shorter that the proportions seem to be different." Jenny held her by the shoulders and moved close to her. "Look, my nipples are an inch higher than yours," she said, pushing her breasts gently against Linda's, sending a thrill of excitement through the young girl whose hashish-affected mind was giving her a strange desire to make more physical contact with Jenny. There was a sweet pungent taste in her mouth and a slight dizziness she associated with the extraordinary, overpowering feeling of sensuousness she was experiencing. She was beginning to lose her sense of where she was, and felt that outside the room there was nothing, that the room itself was the extent of the whole world - she seemed totally and pleasantly disorientated. But she couldn't stop a wonderful feeling of release and happiness that brought with it a sudden decision that she was entitled to be permissive. She felt her face coloring and was conscious of her heaving breasts.

"Jenny, people who talk about the permissive age should meet my parents!" she said, apropos of nothing, it seemed to Jenny.

"What brought that idea into your pretty little head?" asked Jenny, amused that the hashish was apparently working. She felt as horny as a cat in heat as she stood back to admire Linda's firm young breasts.

Linda laughed out loud. "I don't know. It must be because I think my parents are disgusting. And so is your cousin Hugh."

"All men are, darling girl. They are cruel rapist beasts," Jenny said. "You know what they want to do to bodies like ours?" she asked, facing the mirror with her arm around Linda. "They want to ram their weapons into us. That's what they want to do."

"Now look at my bottom in the mirror," exclaimed Linda. "It's no wider than yours."

Standing side by side in front of the mirror, Jenny placed her hand around Linda's hip so that her leg was pressed hard against the blonde's.

"Mmmm, it's slightly bigger at the back, I think. Now let's try bellies. Place your belly against mine."

As Linda turned again to face Jenny, she trembled as she involuntarily tucked in her buttocks so that her pussy as well as her belly pushed against the other girl. She was quite aware of what she was doing but nothing on earth could have stopped her: uncontrollably she wanted to press her body flat against Jenny's body, her soft breasts hard against Jenny's breasts, to rub their nipples together. We're just playing, she said to herself. We're playing games with our bodies, she giggled to herself as Jenny pressed her breasts against her, then her belly and with an upward movement brought her pussy hard against the soft young mound that so eagerly sought hers.

And then Jenny kissed her, lips open against the young girl's laughing mouth.

Linda's eyes flew wide open as she felt Jenny's mouth on her quivering lips. Jenny saw the surprised reaction. She also saw that Linda's expression was slightly dazed. The hash cookies were certainly working but she mustn't rush and shock her out of the state of high sensuality the girl was obviously feeling. She pulled away from her saying, "I couldn't resist that, my darling. you have such kissable lips." Linda pulled away from her.

Linda's reaction was one of part relief and part regret. She felt drunk with the demands of her body to experience again the smooth closeness of Jenny's glorious limbs and breasts. When their pussies met she had experienced a thrill she had never known before: it was something like the satisfaction she got from caressing her own naked body, feeling her own breasts and nipples, touching the lips of her vagina. She was moist there now, she knew, and she wanted to play with herself. No. She wanted Jenny to play with her there. Jenny was idly running her fingers down the nubile blonde's back, tickling into the cleft of her firm ass- cheeks. Linda moved forward, her eyes dazedly staring at Jenny's lips.

"Kiss me again. You have kissable lips too, Jenny." She couldn't believe that she'd said it, yet offered no resistance when Jenny pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her full on the mouth.

She felt Jenny's tongue moving feverishly inside her mouth and she responded with her own, licking at it and opening her mouth wide in a surrender to Jenny's experienced lips and tongue.

The fire in the innocent young girl's body blazed at the unexpected move to the bed, a fire of unbelievable excitement at the erotic knowledge that she was naked and alone with a beautiful naked girl who was making love to her. Perhaps she had at some time imagined this situation, or heard whispered references to it among her girl friends but even so she was surprised in her hash-befuddled mind that she could accept it so easily and naturally. The word "lesbian" didn't enter her head.

Unwittingly, she was soothed by the drug that destroyed inhibition. Also, she was reacting against her idea of the male sex, against Hugh's rough behavior, the shock of seeing her father lewdly shoving his cock into her mother's mouth, the obscenity of Tom cumming onto her face. Here with Jenny she felt safe, there was no great weapon to fear, no brute strength to fight, simply a beautiful naked girl lying beside her, kissing and caressing her body. She believed the mild feeling of faintness, of floating in the clouds was the effect of her growing desire for the closeness, the loveliness of this girl with the statuesque neck and shoulders, whose breasts were now softly moving across her own, and who was moving on top of her and insinuating a leg between hers. Totally relaxed, Linda opened her legs, feeling the pressure of Jenny's pussy against her thigh and her own pussy pressed against Jenny. Involuntarily she placed a hand on Jenny's ass-cheeks and the older girl thus encouraged, began to rub her leg against the pubic mound that Linda pushed up. Erotic excitement lubricated their vaginal lips until they were both sopping wet up between their legs.

Their bodies sweated so much together in the hot bedroom Linda felt Jenny sliding over her body like a fish. The skin of their breasts and bellies was beaded with moisture, increasing in both girls their feeling of wanton abandon. Jenny felt terribly thirsty from the effect of the hashish she had smoked and eaten. She eased herself from Linda's embrace.

"I must have a drink. Would you like a Coke, darling?" she asked.

"If it is Coke," Linda replied, leaning out of the bed to stroke Jenny's tempting ass-cheeks.

"I'll be back in a second. Just lie there with your hand on your pussy. You look like a blonde "Naked Maja". Just like your photo."

Linda sat up with a stifled scream, reality breaking into her mind through her state of relaxed abandonment.

"Oh, the photo! I must have it. Please, Jenny, can you get it for me?" she begged.

Jenny quickly realized that she might lose this gorgeous girl if she didn't handle her carefully. What a fool I am to mention that fucking snapshot, she thought as she quickly sat down on the bed and pushed Linda gently back, one hand playing with the young girl's firm ripe breasts, and kissed her softly on the nipples. But Linda was obsessed with the photo and was not to be easily diverted, although she writhed slightly on the bed, reacting to the breast kisses, and begged Jenny to help her. The elder girl leaned across and kissed her briefly on the mouth to quiet her and promised she would definitely get the photo from Hugh. Linda had half-expected the photo to be in the apartment and almost wept at the hideous thought of Hugh showing it around the Surf Club. She clung to Jenny, saying how she feared men, what brutes they were; how obscene her parents were and how she loved Tom but wanted to stay with Jenny. The sun-tanned lesbian saw that there was no need to worry about the confused girl coming out of the effects of the drug; Linda was well under the spell of the self-induced drug of lust. She's lusting for me, Jenny thought, and she smilingly went to the kitchen to mix a couple of Aussie Cokes.

"We're going to celebrate, Linda my pet," Jenny announced when she returned to the belt with two glasses full of spiky Coke. "I've added a drop of Vodka. I hope you don't mind, but this is something to celebrate. It's the first time I've ever wanted a girl," she lied. "I'm afraid you're irresistible."

Linda tried to think clearly but she was in a state of sexual euphoria. Time didn't mean a thing to her: she didn't think of when she should be returning home. Time had stopped. Her longing for more caresses from this lovely naked girl standing by the bed staring at her consumed her body, the longing increasing as Jenny stood there sipping her drink and shamelessly gazing down at the lust-inflamed young girl with admiration and desire.

"Cheers darling. Or should I say 'bottoms up'? Anyway drink up, we're celebrating our first game between girls," Jenny said, licking her lips as she lewdly stared at the tender little cunt lightly covered with blonde pubescent hair.

"Do other girls do this?" Linda innocently asked.

"I think all girls do. It doesn't mean anything. It's just fun and games. We're free from beastly men and nobody is any the wiser."

Linda was beginning to feel part of the sexual revolution; like all liberated women, she decided, she had the right to experiment sexually, the right of the emancipated teenager, the right for which so many women authors had fought. With false confidence, helped by the hashish, she felt she had overcome her guilt feelings about fingering herself. She had lost her virginity, she was free to do as she pleased. After all I am fifteen, she thought rebelliously. She was mentally preparing herself for the coming act, the thought of which was inducing in her the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced.

Hot and thirsty, Linda drained her glass and lay back on the bed. Jenny sat down beside her, dripping Coke with her finger onto one of Linda's nipples and then licking it, bringing that nipple, then the other, into hard pink points. Linda responded by cupping Jenny's tanned mounds with both hands and leaned up to kiss her passionately. It's only fun and games, she thought, just wonderful fun and games.

Jenny placed their empty glasses on the floor and began kissing Linda's body, moving from her neck where she greedily sucked blood marks in the smooth flesh, then down over both breasts to her navel which she licked with her feverishly working tongue and down slowly to the young blonde's palpitating stomach and the indentation between her leg and crotch. She felt Linda stretch and begin to writhe. It's safe to go a bit further than she expects the fun and games to go, she thought to herself. As she placed her hand on the delicate, almost hairless lips of Linda's pussy she felt the girl stiffen but held her fingers still until she felt the drugged young girl relax and gradually start to writhe again under the pressure of her fingers. Jenny parted the recently deflowered pink cuntal lips, feeling the almond-shaped clitoris hardening and bent her head down to look at its miniature erection before stretching out flat on the bed and wantonly burying her face between the blonde's heaving thighs. She began to lick ravenously, knowing now that she had the girl completely under her control. She could do anything with her.

The more she licked the more Linda responded, opening her legs wide as if to receive a cock. Jenny moved up to squat between the lithe long legs, and placed her face between the softly rounded thighs, gently pushing them even farther apart to kiss with her lips the wet lips of Linda's cunt, then sticking her tongue suddenly into the vaginal depths, pushing it as far as it would go and licking the hot secretions of the cuntal passage as she withdrew to repeat the motion again... and again. She felt quite drunk with the sweet perfume of the young girl's tight, almost virginal cunt. If only I had got her before Hugh! I could have broken her with my finger! the lewdly inflamed Jenny thought.

Moving forward, she licked Linda's body all the way back up to her neck, ears and finally her mouth. Linda, tasting her own cuntal juices for the first time, responded with uninhibited moans and kissed Jenny back in a long passionate embrace that seemed to last for hours. Their thighs were now pressing into each other's pussies, moving sufficiently to satisfy the demand of the clitoris for stimulation. They held each other, moved and changed positions, using fingers on each other's wildly excited cunts feverishly until they were both close to climax.

"Jenny, Jenny, I think I'm going to explode!" Linda gasped as the experienced older girl worked skillfully, compressing the vaginal lips and then opening them again with a finger in between, at times moving her finger lower and pushing inside the hot cunt flowing with creamy moisture.

"We'll cum together. Lick me and I'll lick you," whispered Jenny hoarsely, turning around quickly before Linda could protest. She lay on top of her so that both their heads, one with short black hair, the other with long blonde hair falling over her face and shoulders, could bend forward to plunge into each other's pulsating cunts.

While Jenny went down on her, Linda inserted her tongue into Jenny's cuntal slit, suddenly aware of its heady odor that would forever be associated in her mind with the intoxicating, special lust she was experiencing for the first time. Lust for breasts, the kissing of nipples, the easy knowing access to her cunt, the strange excitement of making love to another beautiful girl.

Linda's hard breasts were pressed into Jenny's yielding belly while she could feel Jenny's firm breasts against her own belly, providing sensuous feelings which were, however, secondary to the mind-blowing sensations of her hot, excited cunt. They licked in unison, instinctively satisfying each other, tonguing where each wanted to be tongued, sucking and kissing in the same manner and with the same intensity, the same urgency and the same complete abandon.

Jenny was experienced, yet the fifteen year old girl was showing she knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

She's a natural, Jenny thought with delight.

Linda knew the wants of her own body, and as she felt her clitoris being licked, she licked back at the clitoris between her lips, sometimes nibbling it gently between her teeth. It was something like doing it to herself. She had once wished, lying lonely and frustrated in her virginal bed that she could lick her own cunt. This was better, a whole world better. She was going to cum, and she could feel Jenny going into the first spasms of orgasm, too. Yes, oh God yes, we're cumming together! She felt her insides tremble. Jenny was moaning ecstasy and now Linda too was moaning. Both girls began to suck mindlessly at each other's wildly throbbing clitoris as their orgasms coincided, the hot milky secretions flooding out to be greedily swallowed, their faces buried frantically in each other's cunt.

For a long while they lay there, limp and satiated. Linda felt as though her mind had exploded like a firecracker, and now she felt dazed, incapable of thinking rationally of what had happened to her. She knew she was debauched but she just didn't have the strength of mind left to care. They both lay on their backs now, one of the dark girl's legs trailing carelessly over the side of the bed, the other leg flung in total abandon across Linda's proudly upthrust young breasts, while Linda lay in almost the same position with her legs partly drawn up and spread apart. Both dreamily gazed at the other's pussy, smiling with the satisfaction of orgasm and the intense intimacy of what had happened between them. The effect of vodka and hashish on both of them left them somewhat dazed, heedless of the darkening room as the sun set, listening to the distant murmur of surf and the dull sound of traffic in the street below. The sound did not bring the outside world into the room as Linda placed one hand over her pussy, her other hand over Jenny's. However, much as Jenny wanted more, she knew that Hugh would be back soon. There were more fun and games to come!

"I feel starved, don't you?" she asked.

"Don't really care," mumbled Linda, stroking Jenny's cunt.

"I'll bring us a cookie and another drink. I think you like Aussie Cokes now, don't you, my lovely little nymphet?"

"Yes, I think I do," Linda said vaguely, sitting up with Jenny to kiss her before she left the bedroom.

Before returning, Linda put on a Hodges and Ellington record and when they had eaten the cookies they carried their glasses into the living room where they danced cheek to cheek, breast to breast and cunt to cunt. Their movement quickly brought Linda to a sexual response; she felt her clitoris aroused and asked Jenny to play with her. "With my cunt," she said, all objections to coarse words forgotten.