Jane Fox: Neighborhood get-together

"Do you really want to finish that movie, hon? If you come to bed I'll bet I can find something that's just as good as that old movie!"

Jill smiled obediently and switched off the television. She went into the bedroom while Larry started his shower. She managed to keep a pleased expression on her face but her thoughts were murderous.

I'll just bet it'll be better than that movie, she thought, sighing deeply, her mind sharpened with sarcasm. I'd rather watch a movie any day than do it with you!

Jill put her hands to her mouth even though she hadn't said a word. She shouldn't even be thinking things like that. Larry was a good husband. He made a good living, teaching at the high school and they had a nice house and car. She really didn't have anything to complain about.

She would have been content to go on like this indefinitely if she hadn't read that damn book of Bobbie Jean's. Jill had heard all about wild singles of course, but she had never thought that the sexual revolution and free love could apply to her. After all, she was a married woman.

Jill knew that most of the time Larry's performance in bed didn't do much to satisfy her. She usually got around that though. She usually did just what she had done before she was married. She would wait until fairy wasn't home and then she would bring herself off with her fingers. She didn't see where that was important anyway. She and Larry got along fine in the areas that counted. They went to the same church and they agreed about how much money they should spend and how many children they wanted eventually. Sex just wasn't that important.

Then, just last Tuesday morning, Bobbie Jean had changed all that. Bobbie Jean and Stan Jenson were their neighbors. Stan taught, at the high school, too, and Bobbie Jean came over for coffee whenever she could. They giggled about being two neglected housewives, but neither Stan nor Larry approved of working wives. Bobbie Jean and Jill had become very close friends in the year that they had known each other. Jill found herself loosening up around Bobbie Jean. It would have been impossible not to. Bobbie Jean was outspoken and Jill was beginning to get used to her outrageous comments.

Bobbie Jean had breezed into the kitchen without knocking Jill was just sitting down with a cup of coffee. She grabbed herself a cup and tossed a magazine on the table.

"Feast your innocent little eyes on that!" she exclaimed, jabbing toward the book with the tip of her cigarette. "I found that little gem in Stan's tackle box. Now I know why he never caught anything. He was too busy fucking his fist and looking at the pussies in that!"

"Bobbie Jean!" Jill gasped. "You really shouldn't talk like that!" Then she laughed in spite of her shock. Even if Bobbie Jean was raunchy most of the time, she was funny too. She had a strange way of saying absolutely terrible things and then looking like an innocent little girl. It cracked Jill up every time she did it.

Jill looked down at the book and felt the blood rise to her face. Damn! She wished she wouldn't blush every time she was embarrassed. It was the curse of light skin and blonde hair.

The magazine had fallen open to a picture of a man with a fantastically big cock. The swollen purple knob of it was pressed up against a girl's full red mouth. The expression on her face was nothing but lewd. She looked as if she could hardly wait to gobble up his thick, long prick.

Jill gulped. She hoped that she didn't look quite as embarrassed as she felt. "Uh… Uh… That's really something all right!" she managed.

Bobbie Jean didn't seem to notice Jill's embarrassment. She reached down and flipped through the pages of lewd pictures until she came to the page she wanted. She pointed at it.

"Now that's really something!" she breathed. Jill looked down at the picture and almost sank right through the polished linoleum floor. She didn't know what to think she was no shocked. The picture showed two girls lying on their sides in reversed positions. Their tongues were in each other's pussies, lapping each other's shiny pink lips.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, God! What are they doing?"

Then she was even more embarrassed at her innocence. She could feel her face flaming and she didn't dare meet Bobbie Jean's eyes.

Bobbie Jean bunt out laughing. "Well, don't look so shocked, Jill," Bobbie Jean giggled. "They're just licking each other's pussies, that's all."

Then she stopped laughing abruptly and stand hard at Jill's red face. "Don't tell me you never heard of that!"

Jill didn't know what to answer. She just blushed furiously. With a sudden flash of insight she realized that the two girls in the picture must be doing the thing that lesbians do. Of course she knew about lesbians, but she'd never really thought about what they did in bed. She remembered hearing the girls giggling at school about one of their mannish-looking gym teachers has and her equally butch roommate. It was just that she had never really imagined something this… this graphic.

She gulped and opened her mouth. She was all set to tell Bobbie Jean exactly what she thought about dirty pictures like this, when her curiosity overrode her prudishness.

"Bobbie Jean," she gulped, breathlessly. "Did you ever, I mean, I know you're married and all, but… I mean…" Her voice trailed off in confusion.

Bobbie Jean giggled again. "You want to know if I ever did anything like this, right?"

Jill nodded weakly, her face a flaming mask of bright red. She didn't trust herself to speak further.

"Why sure I did," Bobbie Jean admitted. "There sure wasn't any cock at that fancy school my parents sent me to. We girls had to do something to put out the fire in our pussies. We used to do that all the time. It feels real good!"

Jill kept staring at her hands folded on the table. She knew that if she raised her eyes shed have to look at that awful picture again. Either that or she'd have to look at Bobbie Jean and that was oven worse. She wondered what Bobbie Jean thought of her stupid question.

A long minute of silence ticked by. Jill sat miserably trying to think of something to say. She had really made a fool of herself by asking a stupid personal question like that. She had bettor apologize to Bobbie Jean. She raised her eyes but couldn't quite meet Bobbie Jean's.

"I… I'm sorry I asked such a personal question," she stammered. "We just never really talked about things like that at my school. I mean… of course I'm curious and all that… and I'd never dare ask Larry!"

Bobbie Jean laughed softly. She didn't know much about Jill's sex life but she guessed it had been pretty straight. She couldn't imagine a girl growing up without knowing about licking pussies though. Jill must have had an awfully sheltered life, she thought.

"You must not have done anything like that at your school," she guessed. "I can tell that you're all embarrassed about it. It's all right though, Jill… really. I don't mind telling you about it. You ought to try it sometime. It's lots of fun. Anyway, it's a lot better than finger-fucking yourself."

Bobbie Jean stopped and peered at Jill's flushed face. Suddenly she had doubts about even that. "You do play with yourself, don't you Jill?"

Jill nodded miserably. She hadn't intended to tell Bobbie Jean anything about her sex life but the words just gushed out.

"I have to do it sometimes," she admitted. "Larry doesn't do it to me that often and sometimes I get so horny I could just die."

Bobbie Jean chuckled. "I know just what you mean," she sympathized. "I've got one of those little vibrators at home and it just saves my life when Stan works late at school."

"I… I was always scared to get one," Jill confessed. "I was afraid that Larry would find it."

"Well, you can sure borrow mine," Bobbie Jean offered generously. Then she giggled again and her eyes began to sparkle with a wicked gleam.