Veronica King - Brenda_s last fling

The terror that her words evoked in Brenda was mixed with an odd sort of relief. At last, someone had come right out and said it! This time, she would not have to beat around the bush to find out; would not have to blurt out the question as she had done with Leo and Harl.

She tried to be matter-of-fact, and found suddenly that she was.

"A couple of other people have said that. Yes, it is a coincidence, isn't it?"

"It's a groovy apartment," Sonya said. "Or it could be if Ginny had been home long enough to do anything with it. Are you doing anything interesting to it?"

"No, I haven't changed a thing." Brenda breathed deeply, her fear vanishing. "I like it this way. In fact, the reason I wanted to write to Ginny and eventually meet her is that I feel we're exactly alike. I feel as if I'd lived there all along." How easy it was now! The fear was gone, the panic, the sense of splitting off from the world. She was happy now. She had screwed two of Ginny's men, and now this exotic friend was gazing at her with bright, watchful eyes. She felt as if she had always been a New York girl; all of her provincial past was falling away under the hazel gaze. She knew a warm, sun-drenched comfort as though she had shed an old skin for a new one, like a snake in the hot, bright desert. I don't care anymore… it doesn't matter now.

Sonya leaned over further, pushing her small breasts together as she clasped her elbows on the counter. A line of flesh, deeper this time, appeared in the slitted opening of the blouse. She had a pair of neat little tits, the kind that appeal to men who say, "More than a handful is a waste."

Men and women, Brenda thought suddenly, shocked. She too was admiring the perky mounds of the girl's chest, trying to see more. Her nipples would be brown instead of pink.

"My partner is due in a minute," Sonya was saying. "How about joining me for a drink next door? My favorite neighborhood bar?"

"Sappho's?" Brenda asked.

The sultry, lean face smiled broadly, showing teeth that were startlingly white against the honied skin.

"Do you go there often? I haven't seen you. And I doubt that I would have missed you."

In that instant, Brenda knew in her mind what her senses had known the minute she had seen Sonya. She was a lesbian. A lesbian… she had Ginny and now she wants me. And I want her. A rush of excitement and abandon struck her, followed by a sense of freedom. How easily the admission came! She wasn't horrified at all, as she would have been last year, or last month, or even yesterday. Voluptuous awareness flowed hotly in her veins. What would it be like to cup another girl's tits in her hand, to run her finger up and down the slit of another girl's pussy? She would soon find out… She trembled with hot lust as she smelled the strong sachet.

Sonya looked at her watch. "Hell be in any minute unless he's picked up a trick." She sat down opposite Brenda, stretching out her long model's legs in casual awareness of their exquisite shape. The tight seam bisected her firm crotch mound, dividing it into two succulent lips that left only the taste to the imagination.

"Yes, you look very much like Ginny – only healthier," Sonya said with a knowing smile. Her eyes lingered on the jutting points of Brenda's bosom.

Before she could reply, the door opened and a modish young man entered in a rush; his prick on public view as much as the law would allow. She looked at the baby-blue suede pants he wore and wondered how he could stand the pain. His cock was pulled up toward his stomach and mashed against his body in a plump cylinder.

He looked casually at Brenda, then turned and looked quickly again. She thought, he noticed it too.

"Hi, dear, I'm here," he called to Sonya, clucking her under the chin. "What's for supper, how're the children?"

"Still a gleam in their mother's eye thanks to your gland problem. I'm taking off for a while. Hold the dog house."

"Hmmm. Have fun."

Sonya picked up the most enormous shoulder bag Brenda had ever seen and hoisted it. The strap cut across her chest like a bandolier and pulled the satin material snugly around one pointed boob. They looked so hard and firm now, but how soft and inviting they had been when she leaned over the counter.

Outside, the noontime sun was hot over their heads.

"This way," Sonya instructed, cupping her elbow as a man might do. The gesture contained a commanding masculinity but the touch was so light and fragile and completely feminine. It's two things at once, and so am I, Brenda thought feverishly. She walked woodenly into the bar with Sonya, her thighs weak with desire.

The place was practically empty except for a butchy bartender who grinned knowingly as Sonya escorted them to a dark back table.

"What'll you have?" she asked.

"A rum Coke."

Sonya called out the orders, with a martini for herself, and in a moment the butch brought them.

They toasted silently, their eyes meeting over the rims of their glasses. Sonya sipped her cocktail and put it down on the table with a little clicking sound.

"Yes, you're much healthier looking," she murmured. Her hand reached out and began to unbutton the top of Brenda's dress with slow expertise. It was almost pitch black where they sat, and the bartender was busy washing glasses, her back to them. It was going to happen right here! Sonya meant business and was showing it in an unmistakable way.

The cool slender fingers pulled the bra strap down and reached into the lacy cup for the round orb that blossomed out of it. The thumb found the prickling nipple and rolled lightly over it until Brenda sighed sharply and leaned back, thrusting her shoulder out in encouraging little jabs as Sonya squeezed her hot flesh.

Brenda looked down at her naked breast. Sonya had it completely exposed, a swelling, quivering sphere of white in the black corner of the room.

"Beautiful," Sonya whispered, her own breasts rising and falling rapidly. She flicked at the stiff nipple with her forefinger, making it quiver until the spirals of response ran through Brenda's ribs like cold chills. She groaned and thrust her hand into Sonya's lap, digging between the slender thighs and rubbing the divided mound. How hot it was!

Sonya's head lowered. Brenda felt her hot breath, "I want to nurse on this a long time. It sure beats a martini."

She enclosed the thrusting nipple in the hot, glistening moisture of her mouth and took a long, painful sucking pull on it.

"Uuuummmmmm… what a sweet… mmmmm… pair of tits you've got."

Sonya's mouth was spread out like a suction cup over the tip of Brenda's breast, pulling for all she was worth as her tongue flicked hotly over the trapped nipple. Brenda jerked and twisted as the small white teeth clamped down without mercy over the sensitive tissue. Sonya's hands slipped up under her skirt and found the crotch of her pants and dug into it, touching the dense fuzzy hair of her cuntal lips. The little booth was cramped and uncomfortable; Brenda tried to move her legs apart to welcome the digging, eager fingers but she could not. They twisted together in hot seeking, hands wandering over each other's soft bodies as they moaned and whimpered in passion.

"We're getting rather public," Sonya panted, drawing away with reluctance. "I've got a better idea. Drink up."

They finished their drinks and stood up. Sonya tossed a couple of bills on the table as Brenda quickly buttoned her dress. Her thighs shook as though they had turned to rubber and her sex fluid seeped from between her swollen thatch as she started to walk.

"There's a back room in the photo shop that we can get to from the back door of this place. Come on," Sonya ordered.

They went out through a dark passageway, past the rest room and kitchen of the bar, and exited through a door that led into a narrow alley. Sonya took out a key and opened a peeling greenish door to the left of the bar.