A. Jacks: Two-way Lust

Leaning to Melinda’s chest, Susan’s lips softly kissed one of the dark brown nipples asleep atop the younger woman’s tits. She felt the shivery approval that shot through the black-haired beauty. Approval echoed by the rapid stiffening of that dark cherry. It swelled until it stood hard and turgid, straining the slightly darker-colored aurole surrounding it. Susan then tasted the tempting button with the tip of her tongue, then her lips once again, sucking and licking at the womanly taste of the girl’s breasts.

Leaving one hand to taunt and tease at Susan’s breasts, Melinda’s fingers glided down over the flatness of the blonde’s belly. Easily, she unclasped the buttons to her jeans. Her fingers slid beneath the elastic band of Susan’s panties and into the downy muff of her cunt.

“God!” Susan moaned around the mouthful of tits she sucked. “I never expected it would be like this! Not with another woman!”

“It’s good,” Melinda said, wiggling a finger into the already moist crevice of the blonde’s pussy. “You feel so good.”

Inwardly, Melinda’s exploring finger delved the hot, wet, channel of Susan’s quim. Each tiny movement sent shuddering new sensations coursing through her now totally willing body. She moaned, spreading her thighs to allow the younger woman even deeper penetration of her body.

She found herself comparing Melinda’s touch to all the men she had known. But there was no comparison. They had been men and this was the touch of another woman, the only woman to ever touch her this way. Her movements, her finger sliding in and out of the needy slit of her cunt, were the same as a man’s, yet they felt so different. It didn’t take long, until the first, small, quivering orgasm rocked her.

Susan then moved her attention from Melinda’s tits and kissed downward. Imitating the way Jace had gone down on her so many times since that first night, she used tongue and lips to fan the desire and lust mounting in the raven-tressed Goddess. Melinda’s finger slipped from the wanton groove of her pussy lips. She moaned as Susan’s mouth touched the black fur-covered knoll of her cunt. Weakly, she leaned back on the sofa, stretching out before the blonde.

Susan gave no instruction to the younger woman, but Melinda’s thighs parted lewdly, opening the way for her. Lightly, Susan ran the tip of her tongue up and down the pink, moist lips of the girl’s cunt. Melinda tasted salty and a bit more bitter than a man, but it was a taste that was far from repulsive to Susan. In fact it excited, sending new thrills to her own aching loins.

Melinda moaned, her body quivering above the blonde. Her hands reached down and caressed the older woman’s head, tenderly speaking their approval of her mouth loving.

No longer nagged by the taboos of society, Susan’s tongue squirmed around within the outer lips of the raven-haired woman’s pussy. Inward she worked, slipping her oral digit between the inner scalloped lips and into the tunnel of Melinda’s quim.

Melinda’s hips thrust upward, forcing Susan’s tongue even deeper into her young body. It felt so good, like a man but oh so different. Twice before, while she lived in the dorm, she and another girl living on the same floor had embraced, kissed and even felt each other’s body. But they had never gone this far, both afraid of the feeling that fired their young bodies. Now it seemed so right. There was no fear, only desire and want for what Susan could provide. Did Jace have any idea that his fellow artist held such desires? Why her brother wasn’t balling this delicious blonde on a regular basis, Melinda could never understand. And she knew just how much her brother could provide a woman.

In and out, Susan’s delicate tongue reamed the musky slit of Melinda’s pussy. Eagerly she went about her task. Her tongue laved over the fluid flowing folds of Melinda’s cunt. She licked and gyrated her tongue. She sucked away and swallowed the juices that flooded the heated channel of the black-haired beauty’s sex. All the time, lust flamed in her, burning with a consuming intensity.

Her stomach quivered. Her thighs glowed. Melinda writhed, her hands pressing Susan’s face between her legs. She moaned and whimpered, now completely abandoning all hesitancy and giving herself to the fires of lust.

Higher and higher Susan’s whipping tongue drove her. She came, crying out in delight, her body quaking beneath the strength of her release.

Lifting her head from between Melinda’s thighs, Susan glanced up at the ecstasy-gripped woman. She was beautiful. Robert must have been a fool to send her away. No man in his right mind would ever abandon such a woman.

Melinda’s eyes pushed back their leaden lids. She smiled gratefully up at the blonde, then managed to rise. Lovingly, she kissed Susan.

When their mouths parted, Susan helped Melinda slip off her jeans. Then the blonde artist sank back in the cushions watching the younger woman’s head move down, down, down.

Susan studied Jace, puzzled. Something was wrong with her husband-to-be. When she first met the handsome young artist, he and his sister had been so close. Now Jace acted as though Melinda was a complete stranger.

Since he returned from the city, the advertising account clinched, he had been unusually quiet, giving Melinda no more than an obligatory welcoming hug, then acting as though his sister was a dreaded carrier of the black plague. Now and then, Susan noticed him cast dark glances at the dark-haired girl as though he wished she were in another universe.

Susan didn’t press the issue or question him about his strange behavior. What had happened between Melinda and herself last night still left her with an uncertain feeling. She felt no shame or guilt for their woman-to-woman lovemaking, but she did feel a bit unsure of these newfound feelings and needed time to sort out this new deluge of emotions churning within her.

Susan glanced at Jace and Melinda, then pushed from the kitchen table where they had shared a late lunch. “Well, I’ve got to get back to work. That painting won’t get done unless I get my tail back to the drawing board.”

“Where’s the camera?” Jace asked rather briskly. “I need to photograph an old barn before I can get to work on the magazine assignment I’ve got. Thought I’d drive over to the Lawson place and see what I can find. The farm has been deserted ever since I can remember.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Melinda suggested, receiving a reprimanding glance from her brother and finally an agreeing nod.

“The camera’s still in the darkroom,” Susan replied, still wondering what was going on between Jace and his sister. “You two gather up your things for the drive and I’ll get the camera and a couple of rolls of film.”

Melinda watched her brother from the corners of her eyes while they drove through the country. Jace had said no more than three words since they left the house. Something was eating at him, she realized, remembering his long quiet moods when he was younger. When he got like this, it was better to leave him alone. But she needed him now. She had flown home because of him.

“Jace,” she said in a tentative voice, “care to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” he answered without so much as a glance at her.

Melinda fell silent. Jace eased from the road onto the old Lawson place. He parked before a rickety old gate and climbed from the car, camera in hand. Melinda followed, remembering the old barn that stood just beyond sight of the barn over a grassy hill.

“Is it me?” Melinda asked when they climbed the fence and started toward the barn. “Is it my being here?”

“What do you mean?” he said, still without looking at her.