It had stopped
raining by the time Chrissy arrived. Dressed in a white silk blouse
and blue miniskirt, her long black hair shinning, her succulent
lips smiled as I led her through to the kitchen. I saw her in a
different light now. A lesbian light? I gazed at her shapely
thighs, her nipples pressing against the tight material of her
blouse as she sat at the table.
"Where's Danny
staying?" she asked.
"Knightsdale,"
I replied, not really wanting to talk about him. "Would you like
some wine?"
"Thanks. At
least he'll be safe there. I'm surprised the girl hasn't bothered
you again."
"Yes, so am
I."
"It'll be
interesting to see how she reacts when you tell her that Danny's
left you."
"Actually, I
did tell her," I confessed, pouring two glasses of wine.
"But you
said..."
"She rang me.
I told her that Danny had left me and she's not been in touch
since."
"If he's
involved with her..."
"Let's not go
through all that again, Chrissy. To be honest, I've had enough of
the whole thing."
"I'm not
surprised. So, what's the detective going to do?"
"What can he
do? There's nothing to go on, no leads - nothing."
"He's off the
case, then?"
"Not exactly.
Chrissy, do you masturbate?"
"Do I...
Selina!"
"Sorry, I just
thought I'd ask."
"Doesn't
everyone masturbate?"
"I don't know,
that's why I asked."
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"You do ask
some weird questions, Selina. Actually, I do masturbate. Not having
a partner, I don't have any choice."
"How? How do
you do it?"
"With my
fingers, I suppose."
"There's your
wine."
"Thanks.
Didn't it rain earlier! Thank God I wasn't out in it."
Joining her at
the table, I imagined her masturbating, gasping and writhing in her
bed as her fingertips massaged her swollen clitoris to orgasm. My
thoughts turning to Crystal, I pondered on telling Chrissy, but
decided against it. No one knew that she'd been to the house alone,
and that's the way I wanted it. I didn't tell her about the
Thieves' Tavern, or the men screwing me in the dining room. I
wanted to keep the whole episode secret, not have to discuss the
sordid details.
Gazing at her
nipples pressing through her blouse as she sipped her wine, I felt
an overwhelming urge to ask her to strip naked. I wanted to see her
breasts, examine her nipples. Did I want to love her? I wondered,
gulping my wine. If I got her drunk... No! What the hell was I
thinking?
"I was in the
garden in the rain," I said, wishing I hadn't.
"What were you
doing out there?"
"Nothing, just
enjoying the rain."
"You're mad!"
she giggled.
"Maybe. Want
some more wine?"
"Yes, I might
as well. There's no one waiting for me at home and you're all
alone, so why not?"
I poured her
glass after glass of wine, my clitoris swelling as she became
tipsy, giggling uncontrollably. I didn't know what I was doing,
although I knew only too well. In my confusion, my sexual craving,
I took two more bottles from the fridge and opened them, suggesting
that we go upstairs and relax on the bed. Laughing and joking,
Chrissy the worse for wear than I, we staggered up the stairs.
Pretending to
drink as much wine as she was as we sat on the bed, my hands
trembling as I imagined slipping her panties down, I plied her with
more and more alcohol. As we laughed and bounced around on the bed,
I poured a glass of wine down the front of her blouse, apologising
profusely as she leaped to her feet.
"Selina!" she
laughed. "I'm soaked!"
"Sorry, I was
laughing so much that I... You'd better take your blouse off."
"God, my
head's spinning," she slurred, unbuttoning her blouse. "I'd better
not drink any more."
"Go on, have
another one," I grinned, refilling her glass and placing it on the
bedside cabinet. "We might as well get drunk."
Slipping her
blouse over her shoulders, she gulped down her wine and flopped
onto the bed. Lying on her back, her bra straining to contain her
full breasts, I gazed at her nipples clearly defined by the white
material. I knew what I was doing was wrong as I moved to the end
of the bed and gazed at her full red panties beneath her short
skirt. Her legs parting as she laughed and joked, I focused on her
black curls sprouting either side of her tight panties.
My cunt
wetting, contracting, the craving to slip my fingers beneath her
panties was overpowering. But this was Chrissy, my friend, not some
lesbian nympho. I had to restrain myself, suppress my sexual
desires. Plying her with more wine, I imagined tying her to the bed
and ripping her panties off, licking between the swell of her pussy
lips, sucking her clitoris into my wet mouth.
"I'm going to
watch TV," I said, rising to my feet, desperately trying to turn my
thoughts away from her curvaceous body.
"Stay here!"
she laughed. "Let's have another drink."
"All right,
one more. At this rate, you'll have to spend the night here."
"So what?
Let's get pissed out of our heads!"
My panties
wetting as she drank several more glasses of wine, my hands
trembling, I sat beside her as she finally rolled onto her back and
fell into a deep sleep. Tentatively lifting her skirt up over her
stomach, my heart racing, adrenalin coursing through my veins, I
pulled her panties to one side and gazed at her fleshy outer
labia.
"No," I
breathed, running my fingertip up and down her moist sex valley.
"This is wrong." But I couldn't help myself. Her mouth hanging
open, she fell deeper into her alcoholic coma, completely unaware
of me, my wickedness. Tugging her panties down her shapely thighs,
I slipped them over her feet and parted her legs as wide as I
could. Her sex crack gaping, her pink inner lips protruding from
her valley of desire, I lay on the bed with my head between her
thighs.
She stirred as
I kissed the gentle rise of her mons, but didn't wake. I had plenty
of time, I knew, breathing in the heady fragrance of her sex -
plenty of time to abuse her. Parting her delectable lips with my
quivering fingers, I examined her inner folds, the moist entrance
to her vagina. I lay there for several minutes gazing at her
feminine intimacy, wondering whether to lick her, suck out her
slippery juices.
Was Lucifer
watching, goading me? I pondered as I pushed my tongue out and
tentatively tasted her liquid desire. Something was coaxing me,
driving me on to commit the illicit act. I felt powerless to resist
the temptation to push my tongue deep into her wet cunt and lap up
her sex juices. What if she woke? How would she react to find me
tongue-fucking her cunt?
In a sexual
haze, I parted her swollen lips further and licked her clitoris,
savouring the aphrodisiacal taste of her secret place. Her pubic
curls tickling my nose, I moved down her yawning valley and licked
the pink flesh surrounding her vaginal portal. My cunt contracting,
my juices flowing, I slipped my tongue deep into her wet hole.
I was
sex-crazed, I knew, as I lapped up her copious juices. Transformed
into a bisexual nymphomaniac, I was unable to control my desires.
What had become of me? I wondered as I licked her reddening inner
flesh. I'd enjoyed Chrissy's company as a friend, but now... She'd
never know, I consoled myself. She'd be sweetly oblivious that I'd
violated her secret duct with my wet tongue.
The phone
ringing, I leaped off the bed as she stirred and mumbled incoherent
words. "Damn," I whispered as she rolled onto her side, her cunt
concealed, snug between her closed thighs. Running downstairs, I
dashed into the lounge and grabbed the receiver, praying that it
wasn't Danny.
"Selina, it's
John," the detective said.
"Oh, hi. Er...
How are you?"
"Fine. I'm
just calling to let you know that I happened to see the girl
walking along the street."
"Really?"
"I'm pretty
sure it was her - long blonde hair, very attractive, short skirt...
And she had a largish leather bag with her."
"Yes, that
sounds like the bitch. Did you follow her?"
"Yes, she went
into a block of flats in Woodlands Road. The problem is there are
eighty or so flats in the block."
"But it's a
start."
"Yes, it is. I
couldn't sit outside the place and wait. She might have been hours
and I didn't have the time."
"What are you
going to do?"
"Tomorrow,
I'll check the electoral register. I'm assuming she lives there and
wasn't visiting someone."
"If she lives
alone, she should be on the register."
"Exactly.
Anyway, I'll be in touch."
"Right."
"Bye for
now."
That was a
turn up for the books, I mused, wondering whether to go to the
flats and knock on every door. But it was getting dark and was
probably best left to John. Besides, I had Chrissy upstairs, and I
hadn't finished with her. Returning to the bedroom, I found her on
her back, her legs spread, her vaginal valley gaping. Grinning as
she breathed heavily in her sleep, I settled between her splayed
thighs again.
As I was about
to part her pussy lips and lick her inner flesh, she stirred,
rolling onto her side as I leaped off the bed. "God, my head!" she
moaned, hauling herself upright. "I drank far too much."
"You'd
better... You'd better get under the quilt," I said shakily,
slipping my dress over my head and tugging my wet panties down.
"Yes, I think
I will," she murmured, pulling her skirt down and tossing it on the
floor.
Joining her as
she crawled beneath the quilt, my naked body longing for her
feminine caress, I lay on my back praying for her to fall asleep
again. She'd not noticed that I'd taken her panties off, and I
wondered whether I could remove her bra as she lay with her back to
me. Carefully unhooking the garment, hoping she'd turn over and
display her full breasts to my wide eyes, I waited for what seemed
like hours. Finally, in a deep sleep, she rolled onto her back, her
breasts tumbling out of her bra cups, her elongated nipples
inviting my mouth.
Leaning over
her, resting on my elbow, I took her milk teat into my mouth and
gently sucked. My finger exploring her wet sex valley, slipping
into the dank heat of her vaginal canal, I shuddered as my clitoris
swelled and throbbed. Massaging the silken walls of her sex duct,
inducing her juices to flow, I suckled her breast, finally falling
into a deep sleep as the night came and darkness engulfed us.
Chrissy had
gone by the time I'd woken in the morning. My legs spread beneath
the quilt, my fingers toying between my fleshy sex hillocks, I was
still fighting my desires, but didn't know why. I supposed I'd
wanted someone to share my body with, rather than masturbate alone.
Perhaps the bitch would arrive with several men and... No, I didn't
want that any more.
As was
becoming my wont, I didn't dress, wandering downstairs in my
nakedness and filling the kettle for tea. The sun was bright,
welcoming me as I stepped into the garden and looked up at the blue
skies. No more Lucifer, no more darkness, I mused, dashing into the
house as the phone rang.
"Hi." It was
Danny. "I've booked into the Mayflower Hotel."
"The
Mayflower," I echoed, making a mental note. "What's it like?"
"Great, and
not expensive. How are things with you?"
"Not bad.
Chrissy stayed last night, we got drunk so she slept here."
"At least
you've had some company, I've been pretty lonely. By the way, I
rang the private dick last night and he seemed to clam up when I
asked him how things were going."
"I wonder why?
Did you tell him where you're staying?"
"Yes, I did.
It's odd; he rang back ten minutes later to ask me how long I'd be
away."
"What's odd
about that?"
"It was as if
he was checking up on me. I'd already told him that I'd be here for
a week or two."
"He must have
forgotten. Anyway, there's been no word from the bitch. Perhaps
she's given up at long last."
"I hope so! I
was thinking last night that I'm stuck here in a bloody hotel room,
you're alone in the house... It's a right mess!"
"It'll soon be
over, Danny, I know it."
"Let's hope
you're right. Well, the money's going again. I won't put any more
in as I'm about to go in for breakfast."
"OK, ring
again."
"Yes, I will.
Bye, love."
So, he was
staying at a hotel. There was no need for me to ring him back as
John had established that he was there. It suddenly occurred to me
that the bitch might not have been in touch as she was staying with
Danny. Had they been fucking in his hotel room? I pondered. Shaking
my head, I didn't know what to think as I returned to the kitchen
and poured a cup of tea. Whether they'd been fucking or not, I
didn't really care as I took my tea up to my den. All I wanted was
to be free of everyone and get on with my life. Free of Crystal? I
didn't know.
Sitting at my
desk, I switched the computer on. Although my clitoris continually
called for my intimate attention, I wrote for several hours and was
more than pleased with myself. As the day wore on there was no word
from the bitch, strengthening my belief that she was with Danny.
After lunch, I had a shower, shaving the stubble from my vulval
flesh, the urge to masturbate soaring as I dragged the razor over
my sensitive skin. I wanted Crystal to shave me.
Drying my
naked body, I slipped into my dress - no bra or panties. My nipples
brushing against the exquisite silk, my cunt naked, I went for a
walk, contemplating my book, which way the story would turn. I also
thought about Crystal, why she'd not been to see me.