Dallas Mayo - A nest of lesbians

Moving was always a drag, but Elspeth Wright didn't mind it so much this time. After some four months in a shabby furnished room, the new apartment seemed like sheer luxury. It was pretty luxurious by any standard, in fact, and she couldn't help but count her blessings. What luck! A chance meeting, an invitation, an offer to share – and now all of a sudden she had a half-interest in this high-rise heaven…

"Guess that about does it," Joan said.

"All unpacked and shipshape. Thanks for your help." With a mock sigh of relief, Elspeth kicked her shoes off and flopped upon one of the twin beds. "Oooh, I'm exhausted."

"I worked up a little sweat myself. I'd better grab a quick shower." Joan began plucking at buttons and zippers.

"A shower sounds fine. Later for me, though, right now I'm too tired to wiggle my ass. You'll just have to suffer while I go on smelling like an old gym sock."

Joan giggled and continued undressing. Elspeth stirred just enough to light a cigarette and then sank back lazily, peeking out of the corner of her eye. It was simple curiosity, nothing more, she merely wanted to see what her new roomie looked like – just in case. In case Joan got the urge to share their men as well as their apartment. Not that Elspeth had any worries on that score, oh no, her own willowy but well-endowed body pretty much defied competition.

Anyway, Joan Talbot was cute but hardly spectacular; she had a rather mousy look somehow. Although that impression only came from her short stature, probably, and that mop of disheveled brownish hair, a kind of nondescript brown verging on grey. Otherwise she was quite pretty: her sloe-black eyes and milk-white complexion were definitely attractive. But still no competition, of course, and Elspeth saw little threat to her own appealing beauty, honey-blond and blue-eyed and creamy-soft all over… no, they were opposite types and the edge was hers by a wide margin.

With a shy smile, Joan slipped into a robe before getting down to the bare essentials. Halfway to the bathroom, she stopped and swung around. "Elspeth… uh…"

"Hm?"

"I'm going to give my things a rinse. Want me to do yours while I'm at it?"

"Huh? Oh, you needn't bother."

"It's no bother. Another pair of nylons in the basin is no trouble at all. And I know how tired you must be. It's the least I can do to welcome my new roommate."

"You really want to? Okay." Grinning gratefully, Elspeth sat up and bent to take her stockings off. But her aching spine protested and she winced and tumbled backward onto the pile of pillows again. "Thanks anyway, but I'm too stiff to move even that much. Skip it for now, I'll do them myself later."

"Poor kid. Lie still. I'll take them off for you."

"Silly. You don't have to…"

"Hush. Let me."

Elspeth shrugged and did just that, lying there and letting the intimate chore be performed for her. Lying there and wondering if all this wasn't some sort of hint – a dyke pass? Oh shit, she was blond and beautiful and used to sexy passes from way back, but who could figure something like this? Her new roomie – imagine! There were no obvious caresses, no love-pats or anything like that, but she could sure feel those fingers touching her legs. High up, too, high up on the thighs. Ummm. Yes. Nice, nice. It gave her a kind of shuddery thrill, almost a cunt feeling…

Joan stripped the nylons away. Then, hesitantly, "Got any more to be done while I'm at it? Bra and panties?"

"I'm not wearing a bra."

The simple statement took on special meaning, Elspeth realized an instant later, a meaning she really hadn't intended. Or had she? What the hell, either way it didn't matter, she was already raising her ass and letting Joan tug the panties down. Again, there was no actual caress involved, but Elspeth closed her eyes and knew that the shyly solicitous hands on her flesh could only have been those of a would-be lover.

Avoiding possible embarrassment, she kept her eyelids tightly shut and heard the intake and expulsion of breath, shaky, erratic, rife with passion, no longer just a hint. So it was a pass, all right, a sexy pass, a lesbian pass! Shy but unmistakable. And unmistakably effective too, she had to admit – that shuddery place was still tingling even after Joan gathered up the things and vanished into the bathroom.

At that point Elspeth recounted her blessings and went the luxurious apartment one better in the recount. Not that washing out stockings and panties was such a big deal, but it sure smacked of luxury to have the job done for her. Built-in maid service, no less. And about the lesbian stuff, well, no hurry, time enough to jump off that bridge when she came to it. Meanwhile, just for fun – and a little extra luxury – why not take advantage of this unexpected development?

She wriggled ecstatically, adding the new blessing to her lovely hoard of old ones. At the moment, she didn't have a care in the world. Even the usual money problem wasn't bugging her; a distant relative had just died and left her a small legacy. No great fortune, true, but for a while at least she could afford to postpone job-hunting and still manage to pay for her share of the apartment. A comfortable feeling, certainly – it was nice to play the lady of leisure and not have to scrounge for bread. And now, with this weird "maid service" twist coming like a revelation, oh shit, wasn't it all simply fabulous? Especially since she could relax and take plenty of time to make up her mind about the lesbian angle.

As it turned out, Elspeth's original judgment wasn't far wrong. There seemed to be no hurry, no hurry at all, timid little Joan Talbot was giving her time to jump off a dozen bridges. Twice more that week they went through the same procedure; it happened whenever Joan rinsed out her own things. Elspeth didn't have to be tired now, just lazy. And smart enough to stretch out on her bed at the proper moment, of course, lying there expectantly as though she too was eager to see the little game become a steady ritual.

Still, Joan acted pretty shy about it and went no further than the pretense of lending a hand; her very air of meekness had a certain charm, actually. But this could only be a temporary phase in their relationship, a kind of preview, Elspeth figured, and she began to grow a bit impatient. Then, too, she found it somewhat confining to adapt her schedule to the need for being in position at the proper moment. Nerve-wracking, in a way, lying there and waiting like that made her feel like some sort of wicked seductress. And with twin beds to sleep in, nobody was seducing anybody, at least not noticeably.

Then one night Joan worked late and Elspeth got drowsy waiting for her to come home, drowsy enough to stretch out on the bed and take a nap. But her clothes were binding and uncomfortable; at last she gave up and undressed herself, tossing everything on a chair and then drifting off, to sleep. When she awoke, there was Joan padding around the bedroom in her robe. Elspeth glanced at the clock; her nap had been a short one, less than an hour. And then her eyes fell upon the chair where she had thrown her clothes, quite empty now, devoid of any mess.

"Joan? You hung my dress up?"

"Oh, you're awake? Yes, I put it in the closet. I've got the coffee on. Want some?"

Elspeth came alive, unworried by the sheet falling away from her breasts, sniffing and wrinkling her nose. "Mmm, smells good. I'll get up and join you."

"Relax. I'll bring it in." Joan trotted off to the tiny kitchen, returning shortly with a loaded tray. Carefully she set it down and brought a cup of coffee over to the bed. "A dash of cream, no sugar, right?"

"Uh-huh. Thanks."

"Don't mention it."