Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

The only problem she had that week was with Jeff, whom she again had to keep at a distance, this time for different reasons. He kept phoning her, trying to coax out of her an explanation for her coldness, but she fended him off by telling him she was tired, or she had got her period, or she was going through a strange but temporary phase and wanted to be alone. He didn't like it, but he had recently grown accustomed to her moods and was less disgruntled than before.

Another minor problem arose from time to time, especially when she was lying alone in bed at night, when the urge to masturbate came over her.

After all, she would then reason, bothered by the soft feathery tinglings in her body, it was such a small thing to make herself come.

She could do it so easily, so quickly, if only she would let herself.

It wasn't the same thing as the dangerously neurotic sex she was trying to avoid. It was just a healthy release, a way to make her feel better, a way to quench in advance the crazy desires that would afflict her all the next day if she let the pressure in her blood remain at that pitch.

But she gritted her teeth and refused to give in. If her decision was to have any effect, it had to be total. She had to subjugate the wild lusts of her body completely to the force of her will. Otherwise she would be just like that alcoholic again, taking a first small drink and swearing it would stop there.

She got through the week pretty well. The real trouble began when Kelley arrived home from her week in the mountains. Somehow, for Fawn, it was like seeing a past lover again after a year's absence, a lover in whose arms she had spent so many sweet moments. As soon as Kelley got inside the door and set down her suitcases, Fawn was conscious of the desire to run over to her roommate and embrace her, and kiss her and stroke her, and take her to bed. The desire was so strong that she quickly made up an excuse to go to the store, and she left the apartment immediately and took a long exhausting walk, not returning for two hours.

But when she did get back it was no better, because Kelley was taking a bath, soaking luxuriously in the tub, and she had left the bathroom door open. "Fawn? Is that you?" she asked.

"Who do you think?" Fawn said. "The bogey man?" She went nowhere near the open bathroom door but instead busied herself in the kitchen, deciding that she would wash up the few dirty dishes. Anything to deceive herself that she was occupied.

"Come on in here," Kelley said. "I want to talk to you."

"I'm busy."

"Can't it wait? I want to tell you about this guy I went skiing with.

What a creepo. I couldn't wait to get home."

"I can hear you," Fawn said. "Go ahead."

"I don't like shouting!" Kelley shouted. "Come in here for a minute.

You don't have to be so nervous about it, you've seen my body before."

I know, I know! Fawn thought. Already Kelley's familiar voice and the occasional sounds of splashing water had brought images of her roommate's lovely pale naked body into her head. In her mind's eye she could see the bath water beading Kelley's white round shoulders and glistening on the swelling firm mounds of her uptilting breasts, sparkling on the wide deep red nipples. It made her thighs quiver and her cunt gush and itch. And that was only from remembering Kelley's body. Think of what it would be like to actually go into the bathroom and look down at the irresistible naked girl lying voluptuously in the water. Fawn couldn't allow herself to do it. "I know I have," she said.

"But I'm busy, I really am. Go ahead, I can hear you."

Kelley didn't respond this time, but Fawn could hear the water splashing more noisily now in the tub. Then she heard the water being sucked down the drain, and heard Kelley's feet hit the floor as she got out of the bath. Quickly Fawn ran the kitchen sink full of soapy water and rapidly began washing the dishes, though there were only four or five.

But in less than three seconds she felt Kelley's presence, and she glanced over her shoulder to see her roommate standing in the kitchen doorway, wrapped only in a towel, her bare shoulders damp and flushed, her long curvy bare legs a breathtaking sight. Kelley was smirking skeptically. Quickly Fawn looked away, back into the sink.

"Goodness," Kelley mocked, "I've never known you to be so crazy about doing the dishes before." When Fawn didn't reply, Kelley came over to her and peered down into the sink. "Yes, dear," she continued with sarcasm, "be sure to get both of those cups clean. And that fork, don't forget that fork."

One of Kelley's round springy breasts nudged Fawn's forearm through the towel, and Fawn briefly shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying to maintain control.

But Kelley saw her doing it, and that only incited her further. She pushed her breast harder into Fawn's arm, and bent her head close, breathing in Fawn's ear. "You don't know how I've been dying to get home so you could fuck me," she breathed. She rubbed her body into Fawn and the towel slipped.

Fawn felt her knees trembling, and she pulled away from Kelley, and the towel slipped further, then dropped to the floor completely, leaving Kelley totally naked. Fawn felt her own body seething and coursing with desire. It seemed like the hardest thing she had ever done in her life to turn her back on the beautiful naked girl. She shook her head, looking at the wall, trying to forget the long pale sweep of Kelley's silky midriff, the creamy outthrust breasts and succulent, swollen, plumlike nipples, the reddish hair of Kelley's thatch, still dewy with bathwater. She knew what the long puffy-lipped gash between Kelley's thighs looked like, how it tasted, how fiery red it grew, how wet and shiny and inflamed it became when she herself made love to it with her mouth, and it was impossible to blot out the image of it in her brain.

Oh god, oh god, you're making it so hard on me, Kelley baby! Fawn moaned to herself. You know how I want you! Please don't make it so hard!

Kelley reached out and touched the back of Fawn's shoulder, massaging her with one hand. "Fawn, what's the matter?" she asked softly. "Did something happen while I was gone?"

"I… can't talk about it," Fawn murmured.

Kelley moved up behind her, pressing her body against Fawn so that Fawn could feel the girl's full breasts squashing into her back through the cloth of her own blouse. Kelley grasped one of Fawn's hands and drew it back into the moist patch of her pubic hair, gyrating her hips and thrusting them upward so that her venus mound pushed into Fawn's palm.

At the same time she kissed the nape of Fawn's neck, and licked it with her warm sensual tongue. "I don't know what happened," she whispered,

"but I know how to make it better." She slid her free hand down to the hem of Fawn's short skirt and drew it up the inside of her thigh to Fawn's wet crotch, pushing one long finger against Fawn's silk panties until the damp cloth sank into the tingling, juicing groove of Fawn's cunt. Kelley drew the finger back and forth until Fawn shuddered and gasped, and clasped her thighs tight on the invading hand. "You're so wet," Kelley whispered, pushing her breasts into Fawn's back. "So wet.

Don't you want me to put my tongue where my finger is?"

"Kelley, please. You'll have to understand, I just can't." But she was very close to giving in. The damp silky filaments of Kelley's crotch hair against her fingers aroused her terrifically, and Kelley's warm wet lips on the back of her neck and Kelley's finger pressing up into her cunt and sawing, sawing between her squinchy, buttery vulva through the thin panties nearly drove her crazy with desire. Gently but firmly, she disengaged herself from her roommate, and turned, and pecked Kelley with an old-maidish kiss on the cheek. Her body trembled and boiled and seethed, but she overpowered her needs, her half-yielding sexual giddiness. "I… just can't, baby. You'll have to understand," she said, hoping Kelley wouldn't push it any further.