Just outside the beach cottage, the sweltering summer day lay over the beach community with a blanket of humid heat that gave no sign of lifting. Noxious black clouds of L.A. smog had drifted from the inland industries and down to the ocean, now filtering through the slotted bamboo curtain and into the bedroom where the two girls sat almost trance-like, staring at each other with the full conscious knowledge of what they were about to embark upon.
The fluid light of the semi-darkened room played across the white translucent valleys and peaks of Patricia's young body, now completely uncovered and open to Jennifer's admiring gaze.
"It's so hot and sticky outside," Jennifer purred, "let's take a bath together so we can be more comfortable."
Patricia nodded and shyly followed Jennifer out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the large spacious bathroom that was situated on the opposite side of the cottage. The younger girl was unable to pinpoint the precise moment when she had decided to give herself to Jennifer, but no matter what her real motivations were – whether they were a simple desire to experiment, an affectionate wish to show Jennifer that not everyone regarded sex as purely a self-gratifying pastime, or merely her own repressed perversions coming to the surface – she had to go through with it now…
She let Jennifer take her hand and lead her slowly into the cool bathroom; the dull Friday morning had magically been altered, changed by fate into a day of vital psychological meaning for her. The room itself was a welcome break from the stuffy bedroom that they had just left. Jennifer had redecorated and modernized it herself earlier that year, and used her practical efficiency to tile the walls in soft blue mosaic squares. A white synthetic fur rug carpeted the floor, wall-to-wall, and streamline glass cabinets and shelves lined the walls, giving ample storage room for toiletries.
Patricia curled her toes into the deep piled rug as Jennifer secured the lock on the door. Jennifer stepped up closely behind her and lightly placed her hands on the soft rounded shoulders, beginning to knead Patricia's skin gently, relaxing the tensed muscles into a satin smoothness. Then, lowering her head, Jennifer touched her mouth softly to the nape of Patricia's neck, planting tiny, wet kisses in a winding trail, stooping lower and lower until she was on her knees. She reached up and planted her wide-spread fingers on the base of the younger girl's spine, kneading there too until the rigidity of her muscles had surrendered to her expert massage.
Patricia could feel the tension flow from her body in waves of exciting sensations. She swallowed audibly, as she felt the adrenaline pumping through her limbs with sharpening intensity, and she let her body go completely limp, submitting to the lovemaking which she herself had invited.
Slowly inching her body up to a standing position again, Jennifer turned Patricia around to face her, running her eyes appreciatively over the beautifully tanned body in its complete nudity. Patricia blushed deeply, still feeling extreme embarrassment under the other girl's frank stare, then turned away suddenly, leaning forward over the bath and inserting the plug as she turned on both faucets full blast.
While she was in this revealing position, her buttocks splayed slightly… opening the cheeks and revealing the divine crease which sheltered her well-hidden back orifice. Then, turning around once more, Patricia looked back at Jennifer who was now slowly removing all of her clothing with the seductive movements of a stripper, all the while never taking her eyes off of the trembling body in front of her. Patricia felt another flush of fear mounting in her stomach, she was still not sure that her new sex adventure was wise, but it was too late now to stop, she knew that.
She strained further over the bath to adjust the flow of cold water, and as she bent forward again, Jennifer could plainly detect the pink and partially opened lips of her vagina which protruded faintly from between Patricia's fleshy thighs.
She gazed avidly upon the taut-muscled legs as the girl stretched herself. Patricia was seemingly unaware that she was presenting this intimate area of herself to Jennifer's inspection and this added to the lesbian's enjoyment of the situation.
Jennifer felt her breath quickening at the thought of the impending seduction and felt the hot burning coal in the deep center of her loins grow more and more sensitive as she continued to view the vulnerable openness of Patricia's wide-spread legs. When, at last Patricia straightened up, she turned slowly to face Jennifer, her eyes hot with excitement. Jennifer had removed her sweater and bra, revealing a luscious set of tits as large as firm, giant grapefruits.
Jennifer moved through the steam which was beginning to fill the room and laid her fingers on Patricia's waist. Her fingers trembled at the touch… the girl's skin was so incredibly soft, so sleek and smooth! She fondled the flesh around Patricia's waist for a few moments, then eased her hands down until they cupped the fleshy hip-bones.
"Take off my jeans, for me," Jennifer whispered, "I don't want to take my hands off you… not for one second."
Patricia nodded still speechless at the emotional intensity of the moment, and eagerly, swiftly moved her delicate fingers to her belt… unbuckling it and drawing the zipper slowly downwards.
Keeping her hands where they were, Jennifer waited breathlessly until Patricia had begun to pull her jeans down over her hips, then slipped her feet together and wriggled her legs seductively until the tight-fitting jeans had fallen in a limp bundle around her ankles.
As she stepped daintily out of them, she felt Patricia's hands go around her waist and press into the base of her spine… just above the tight elastic waistband of her panties. The older girl took a slow, deep breath, expanding her huge white breasts to their full size and sucking in her stomach at the same time to ease the removal of her flimsy panties. Patricia fitted her fingers into the waistband and drew them sensually down, pausing when the panties were halfway over the black patch of her pubic hair, to view the voluptuous curve of the upright, red-nippled breasts jiggling sexily in front of her parted lips as if urging her to fondle them. As if to speed up her disrobement, Jennifer reached down and quickly skimmed out of the silken panties, then stood entirely nude before Patricia, enjoying the look of total admiration in her eyes.
Patricia realized at this moment that she didn't feel even the slightest embarrassment at gazing upon another girl's nude body. All at once, without warning, it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to appreciate the nakedness of feminine beauty! She could feel her own nipples hardening with desire and starting to strain to a pointed peak.
Patricia glanced down quickly at her breasts. The points were stiff and sensitive… her normally quiet and soft-textured nipples had grown thick, bursting into flower like over-ripened buds!
Jennifer, sensing Patricia's growing lust, began to sway her breasts towards her, bending her legs at bit to bring her nipples into delicious contact with the equally hard buds which belonged to Patricia. The electrical contact took Patricia's breath away. She almost gasped aloud as the older girl's free hand massaged her own breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into a firmer, almost tormenting hardness. Without warning, Jennifer scissored her legs open with the agility of a limbo dancer, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair between her thighs. Sheer wanton desire burned out at Patricia from her dilated pupils, now half-hidden beneath her slightly closed eyelids.
Patricia blushed slightly at the guilt flickering through her conscience… Did she really have the right to have such strong desires for a member of her own sex? She squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cool, tiled wall behind her. Jennifer brushed against her once more, and she jumped at the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened as Jennifer began to move rhythmically from side to side, letting her full, globular tits brush again and again into Patricia's… feeling a glorious thrill each time the pointy buds made contact with one another.
The steady splash of the water behind her forcibly reminded Patricia that the bath must be almost overflowing. She stepped backwards and reached out her hand for the taps… reluctant to tear her eyes away from Jennifer's marvelous breasts. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she ran her fingers through the flowing water, testing the temperature. It seemed just right: not too hot, not too cold.
Patricia lifted one leg up and lowered her foot over the side of the enameled tub, deliberately remaining in this open position for several moments so that Jennifer could feast her eyes upon the soft, pink, moistened flesh of her cunt. The thin, curved slit had peeled apart and the inner lips were succulently revealed to Jennifer's steady gaze. A light trickle of hot moisture began to run down the inner thighs of Jennifer's long, tapered legs as the warmth of the younger girl's passion fused with her own lustful feelings. But, she made no attempt to conceal her premature emission, though it was obvious from Patricia's widening eyes that she had noticed the clear, warm fluid escaping from the inner confines of her womb.
The steam-filled room had grown very hot now and beads of perspiration stood out on Jennifer's completely naked body. They ran slowly down from her neck to drop in tiny rivulets between the deep valleys of her breasts. And, further down, Patricia could see trickles of condensed air falling over Jennifer's stomach and becoming lost in the soft down of her pubic mound, as she drew nearer to the tub. The girl felt the naked warmth of Jennifer's ripe female body close to her, then quivered slightly as she felt her fingers reach down over the inner swell of her breasts.
Her eyes filled with wonderment and awe, Patricia looked down at herself and watched as Jennifer's fingers started to manipulate gently at her bosom. They cupped, then raised the melon-shaped mounds, and Patricia felt their weight suddenly disappear as Jennifer held them firmly in both her hands.
Her hands feel so good… so soft! Patricia thought to herself, delighting the renewed sensations of warmth that filled her yearning body. She stretched her legs beneath the water, luxuriously pulling her muscles to their fullest length, then with a deep moan, let them fall wide apart, feeling the warmth of the bath water rush into the narrow slit between her cunt lips. Pushing slightly but meaningfully, Patricia urged Jennifer to step into the tub. And, with the more experienced lesbian still feeling her breasts and getting into the water with her, the girl let her body go limp, sinking up to her shoulders in the all-embracing heat of the bath.
Still embracing the fleshy mounds of pulsating titties, Jennifer positioned herself so that she was kneeling in the water between Patricia's wide-spread legs, forcing the girl to draw her knees up and allow Jennifer's own legs to press against her crotch. Patricia gasped aloud as tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly, and her pointed tongue began to flicker over the outside ridges of her parted lips as the exquisite sensations took complete power over her consciousness.
Taking up a large sponge from the glass shelf above her, Jennifer methodically began to soap Patricia's right breast, rubbing her fingers over the left breast and pulling gently at the rubbery nipple beneath the underwater slipperiness. She worked up a generous lather on the sponge and then used it to coat the rest of the girl's skin with foamy suds until the water grew cloudy and frothy with bubbles. Patricia leaned slowly forward in a dreamlike haze and rested her cheek against Jennifer's thigh. The firm sleek muscle, already wet with splashes from the water, felt intimate and inviting.
The older girl was now soaping Patricia's left breast. She dipped into the water with her sponge and gave the lithe curvature a long, lingering massage with the soft appliance, until the nipple rose again to a magnificently erect stature. She let the sponge slide slowly back into the warm water and worked the suds around the surface of Patricia's smooth flesh with her fingers, caressing and washing each individual area in tiny rotating movements.
After completely saturating the upper half of Patricia's lush body with suds, Jennifer gently urged her to stand up in the tub so she could get at the even more exciting lower region. Patricia obediently climbed unsteadily to her feet and stood with her legs well apart, reaching out to the wall to keep her balance.
The heavy steam that rose steadily from the bath water tickled her nostrils and made her head feel limp and heavy with a slight dizziness. Patricia closed her eyes and nibbled unconsciously on her lower lip as Jennifer's hands moved to her legs, her fingers resting just above Patricia's knees, on the first fleshy swell of her seductively open thighs. She washed the outside of Patricia's legs first, caressing her hands slowly up the tanned, splayed limbs, allowing them to rest momentarily on her lush, curvaceous hips.
When the girl's thighs began to shudder involuntarily under this tormenting caress, Jennifer transferred her fingers to the softer, more voluptuous inside of Patricia's legs and, with her thumbs stretching as far to the rear as possible, began to fondle and arouse the quivering, faintly moaning girl in earnest.
Jennifer's probing fingers worked themselves slowly inside the pink edges of Patricia's contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated opening, as Patricia stood there, hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the older girl's manipulations drove her upwards to a higher peak of yearning excitement. Patricia's facial muscles suddenly tightened in welcome painful pleasure, as Jennifer joined two fingers with the first and pushed all three into the hungry pink folds. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise as a soft moan of pleasure purred from the young girl's lips.
Patricia's eyes and teeth were clenched tightly together as she writhed beneath the driving fingers fucking into her open pussy in uncontrolled passionate thrusts. Jennifer, her eyes wide with excitement and lust, repeated this tormenting act of love until Patricia cried out for her to stop, fearing that she would faint from the exertion of the intense pounding. Then, relenting, she brought her thumbs to Patricia's quivering pussy and gently pulled the wet, dripping lips widely open. From her vantage point, staring right up into the young girl's crotch, Jennifer was able to see directly into Patricia's brazenly exposed vagina. Patricia leaned her weight against the tiled wall, whimpering softly as Jennifer snaked her pointed tongue out and made contact with the soft, down-covered moistness of her vaginal lips. She licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip of her tongue burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring. Jennifer kept the pouting red slit wide apart with her thumbs, as she slowly worked her mouth back to the inviting spot around the standing girl's clitoris.
Patricia's eyes were tightly shut, though she could hardly avoid being completely aware of everything that the wily Jennifer was doing to her trembling body.
"Oh… Oh… Ooooooh!" The cry was wrenched from Patricia's lips as she felt the most tender, the sharpest, the most delectable sensation that had ever possessed her, drive like an electric shock through her genitals.
"OH! JENNIFER… I CAN'T STAND IT!" Her thighs were jerking helplessly, wedged open by Jennifer's upraised face. Patricia thrust her hands down on the girl's head and began to beat her palms in helpless frenzy on her tormentor's hair, vainly trying to dislodge Jennifer's teasing, rapidly, licking tongue from the hot pulsating opening between her legs.
Patricia tried to squirm away, but Jennifer grimly continued to jab her pointed firm tongue at the hard, erected clitoris which was now provoking Patricia into an uncontrollable feeling of ecstasy. She released her nibbling teeth from the lips of the girl's cunt, letting the fleshy folds fall back around her mouth, and passed her hands around Patricia's hips until they descended upon the rigid firmness of her tightly clenched buttocks.
A few professional caresses at the warm, slippery wet cheeks and Patricia's muscles slowly began to loosen, making the globes relax and flexible. As if in a hypnotic trance, Jennifer coaxed her fingers into the crease of her buttocks and started to fondle her forefinger into the sensitive center of the girl's anus.
From where she squatted, Jennifer could clearly see the tiny, tight ass hole nestled in the crevice, throbbing as it anticipated her next move. Her fingers began to probe at the puckered little red inlet like teasing needles. The hole was so wet from its immersion in the water that soon Jennifer was able to penetrate it, her slim finger sinking easily into the wall of the tight inner muscles, until her middle finger was burrowed deep within the cringing girl, and could go no farther.
Patricia strained back at the intruding finger as the rubbery flesh closed over it in final acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over her straining faces as the probing finger reached its apex far up inside her straining rectum.
This bold and rude penetration seemed to relieve Patricia's torment to some extent. The girl stopped her desperate pounding at Jennifer's head as she gave the inflamed clitoris one last, loving tickle with her tongue.
Patricia was exhausted from standing in the awkward stance, and wanted desperately to get out of the bath and adopt a more comfortable position. In reality, her main concern was to place herself so that Jennifer's body could press against hers; she wanted so much to feel the feminine closeness of the girl's breasts, loins and thighs on her own.
She gently disengaged Jennifer's mouth from her cunt, and slipped her hand behind her back, drawing Jennifer up to a standing position. For a moment which really seemed like an eternity, Jennifer looked deeply, lovingly into Patricia's smoldering eyes, then pressed her wet, warm body against hers in a lingering love hug. When she released her hold the parting wet flesh made a loud sucking noise.
Leading Patricia, she stepped from the tub, then the two girls quickly rubbed each other down with a pair of fleecy bath towels. When they were both thoroughly dried off, they sprayed each other with a spicy scented perfume, rubbing the cool liquid into the soft fleshy areas of their inner thighs, under their armpits, and on the brown still-erect buds of their breasts.
Moments later, the girls now eagerly willing to continue their lovemaking in a more comfortable position, scurried back to the bedroom and fell upon the soft mattress, looking into each other's eyes expectantly. Patricia could see nothing but Jennifer. Her eyes shone with obsessive, single-minded purpose as she undraped her own towel and stepped quickly into Jennifer's waiting arms.
Her arms enfolded Patricia's softly firm flesh, and the younger girl responded quickly to her embrace. Bodies pressing, hugging each other tightly, their lips met in a long, shameless kiss… their tongues stealing in and out, mixing with each other's saliva. Patricia clamped her lips greedily over Jennifer's, her mind drifting helplessly in a dreamlike fantasy, she felt as if her body was suspended in limbo… somewhere between heaven and earth. Her luscious body was now pressed beneath Jennifer's, her thighs had opened and she could feel Jennifer's fingers plucking insistently at the moist slit of her pulsating cunt, working patiently into the open, waiting hole.
Patricia began to run her trembling hands over the white globular mounds of Jennifer's buttocks, smoothly stroking at them with long, loving caresses. She moved her other hand gradually between the small valley of Jennifer's tits and softly milked at the spongy muscle closest to her grasp, unconsciously arousing the older girl to new and more pronounced heights of lustfulness.
Jennifer's breasts responded immediately to the soft petting and the brown pointed buds of her nipples sprang to life, peaking and ebbing with each gasp of air that rushed from her lungs. Her tongue pierced the hot moistness of the small puckered lips beneath her with rapid in and out thrusts, exploring every nook and crevice and running it over the hard enamel surface of Patricia's sharp tiny teeth. She slowly inserted a finger into the soft, tight cuntal opening that nestled between Patricia's wide-spread limbs, and began moving it in and out of her as if it were a miniature penis.
Unconsciously, Patricia moved her fingers down Jennifer's tummy until they closed around the ripe protuberance of the gaping cunt that poised expectantly over her quivering body. Her knuckles pressed urgently against the hairy mound as she sought the opening of her lover's hole, first fondling the thick lips, then easily sliding her middle finger deep into the well-lubricated passage. Jennifer's insides were warm and deliciously soft, her cum fluids flowed around Patricia's long finger like hot melting butter.
Gasping, their tongues continued to lick furiously in each other's mouths, following the rhythm of their stiff, ramming fingers, now thrusting in and out of each other's sexes. There could be no gentle caressing, for both girls were far too aroused and sexually excited to think of prolonging the love play. Together, they separated and plunged into each other as wildly as they knew how, and neither girl tried to hold back the mutual lust and hot passions that burst from their straining bodies.
Jennifer thrust her forefinger as far as it could go… deeper and harder into the womb of the writhing girl beneath her. Then, as the walls of her vagina slowly stretched to the pushing pressure, she inserted her middle finger in with it, continuing to fuck wildly down into the marshmallow softness in lustful abandon. Patricia lolled limply beneath her, allowing herself to be used and plundered, sucking back in grateful homage to the lesbian that was working over her. Sinking into helpless delirium, she felt Jennifer's fingers penetrating the depth of her cunt, bringing her to a pitch of nervous tension. Tension that demanded release with every thrust, from every particle of her body!
Jennifer began to urge her loins up and down in an instinctive, mindless tempo of lust, her excitation focused entirely on what Patricia was doing to her cunt and ignoring the pitiless squeezing of Patricia's other hand around her breast and nipple.
Patricia's beautiful face was contorted and twisted into an expression of pain-filled elation. A low muffled moan came from her lips, distorted in sound from the loud sucking noises of the hard long fingers now pounding into her gaping cunt. Jennifer swished her dark tresses from side to side as she rammed her fingers in and out of the young girl, as her firm tits danced and shook below her heaving chest.
Patricia was almost out of her mind, now. Her whole torso quivered under the blows of the impaling fingers, but she clenched her inner muscles against them tightly, fearing that they might escape and end her ecstasy before she had reached her climax. Then, she started to cum almost before she realized that her orgasm was welling up inside her. The completely unnatural occurrence of being fondled and kissed by a member of her own sex had triggered the spasm in Patricia much more quickly than normal…
"Oooohhh, ooohhh," Patricia moaned, all the inhibitions drained from her mind, "Give it to me! Quickly… or I'll die!"
Jennifer obediently increased the maddening probing until Patricia felt the fiery hot ball deep in her belly start to release its agonies, and she began blurting out incoherently all the vile words she knew, pleading with the older girl, as the lust in her desire-wracked body deepened her wild frenzy.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me faster… Go on, do it!" Biting into Jennifer's lower lip, and shaking her head from side to side, forcing the older girl to move with her, Patricia trembled out her climax… the plentiful ooze of her hot cum spilling over Jennifer's fast-working fingers.
Groaning aloud, the newcomer to lesbian love shuddered finally to exhaustion, unable to move, scarcely able to open her eyes, Patricia with sudden stabbing of shame and regret jolting through her whispered, "I'm sorry, Jennifer, truly I'm sorry! It'll be better next time, I promise it will. I didn't… I couldn't help myself…"
Her voice trailed off helplessly. What could she say to the girl after all? What could she really say to her?
Just like all the other lovers Jennifer had gone to bed with, she too had failed her! Even if she made it up to her later… even now, when she had regained her breath… she would still have shown Jennifer that all she really cared about was her own satisfaction.
And perhaps that was all there was to sex. Ultimately, you only wanted to be sure of your own release… your own pleasure. If you could achieve this and at the same time bring your partner some degree of bliss… fine! But that was only a by-product of sexual union, a something extra which rarely came true. Lying there and thinking about it, Patricia silently thanked Mark for the brief joy he had brought into her life, and wondered sadly if she would ever meet anyone like him again.
Looking briefly into Jennifer's frustrated eyes, Patricia could see that the girl felt she had been betrayed yet again.
It's not really my fault, Patricia wanted desperately to tell her. Honestly, I couldn't help myself. I got so excited thinking about my love for Mark, that I let myself get lost in your love through the sheer misery of being alone.
Patricia let her head fall back onto the pillow in weary resignation, the words of her thoughts left unsaid. A moment or two later she felt Jennifer ease her body out of contact with hers and lay silently by her side on the bed.
Jennifer made a few more half-hearted attempts to arouse Patricia to her former hot passion, but with little success. Patricia found it almost impossible to respond to the other girl's pleading attempts now that she had been sobered with the thoughts of her own guilt. Self-recriminations persisted in tormenting her, echoing through her brain until Jennifer finally started to get up and dress herself.
Patricia was inwardly relieved that the girl made no further attempts to force herself upon her, and listened to the sounds the girl made as she got into her clothes. Jennifer would be friendly enough to her later when her emotions had cooled off, for she was far too sophisticated and cynical to take such a disappointment seriously for more than a few minutes… or was she?
But that wasn't the point. It wasn't the point at all. Instead of getting through to the girl as she wanted to, Patricia had merely widened the gulf… not only between her and Jennifer, but between Jennifer and anyone else who might try to get close to her.
Patricia lay motionless as Jennifer finished dressing, unable and not wanting to move. Her legs were still spread wide, as Jennifer had left them, and her loins wet and raw from her long merciless fingers. Oh God, she had failed Jennifer when she had most needed the love and understanding that she had promised to give to her!
She moved, pulling her limbs together experimentally to see if she could still control them. The pain and ache of her collapsed muscles shivered through her body, causing her legs to tremble spasmodically as she clasped them tightly closed, now, once more feeling deep embarrassment of her own nudity.
But Jennifer barely glanced at her as she slipped the loose sweater over her head and quickly left the room. When the door clicked softly shut behind Jennifer, leaving Patricia now truly alone to her own thoughts, she let out a deep tormented moan, clenching her fists in frustration until the knuckles stood out white and tense.
She could see her pitiful reflection in the dressing mirror across the room, showing the bruises and welts that now marked her smoothly tanned skin. Still sobbing softly, she reached up and hesitantly touched her breasts, feeling the dull throb from the marks surrounding her tender nipples, aching all the way through her chest as if to punish her for her rude failure with Jennifer.
Patricia lay propped against the pillow, and stared back at her forlorn body in the mirror, suddenly understanding with all of her being the loneliness of incomplete love.
"Oh God, I'm sorry Jennifer," she whispered to herself, "I'm so sorry… and I pity you. Dear God, don't ever let me end up like her!"
Then she buried her face in the deep, soft pillow and tried to loose herself in the blessed peacefulness of sleep.