Unknown - Spread for pleasure

"I have been having sex since I was eleven and I'm thirty-two now. My first affair was with an older woman, a friend of the family, who had an important federal civil service job. I spent my summers traveling with her and ultimately went to school in DC so that we could live together."

"Through her I got my job in the bureaucracy. And, it would be to her that my activities would be reported. So you see I'm not worried about being blackmailed."

"What will she think when she finds you have cheated, is that the right word?" Chris asked.

"Kiddo you have a lot to learn. Few if any lesbian relationships are monogamous for long. Second, I am a nymph. I have sex three or four times a day – I cruise bars, I come to places that have parties, I pick up women in gay clubs – I need women like Hershey needs chocolate."

"My friend has known that almost from the start. Hell, I wore her out the third night we were together. We have always had at least a third member of our little family and I'm sure she does even now while I'm on assignment."

Chris shook her head. "I have heard of men fantasizing about women who need sex but I never heard of a lesbian nymphomaniac."

"Now you have. And here comes your lover boy and his troops I do believe."

She was right. Joe, Sam and several other officers, in and out of uniform, came striding through the forest of shelves. When Joe saw Chris sitting primly in front of the console his face lit up. He touched her hand but made no other gesture of affection.

"Did you get the warrant?" Betty asked her eyes flitting from Joe to the big blond female cop who had had the mock tussle with Lena.

"Yeah we got it Sam," said waving a crowbar in his big mitt.

"Let's get cracking then," Betty said moving to where the big blond stood quietly returning her gaze. "I'll go with officer Horton here."

Chris muttered to herself, "I figured you would." Then out loud she asked, "Can I take some of these tapes and head home?"

"You can take as many tapes as you like. I'll have an officer see you home – I'll meet you there later," Joe said smiling. "I think we can wrap this thing up with a little luck."

Chris smiled at Joe as she scooped up a half dozen video cassettes and tucked them under her arm. Walking down the aisle created by the shelving she was met by Sam Lynden.

"Chris, Joe said that you gotta go home with the guy that brought you," he said laughingly. "By the way the cardboard boxes are loaded with condoms filled with crack."

"Really? What's in the wooden boxes?"

"We don't know. I'm sure Joe will tell you when he sees you later on."

Chris ran directly up the stairs to her flat. She didn't want to review the tapes with Lena and Stephi watching. She wondered, as she selected a tape for review, if she was more concerned with other people's privacy or her own response to what she was watching.

After selecting a cassette Chris turned on her TV and VCR. She watched the scene briefly and moved on. After her experience watching the gray haired muscular man and the redheaded woman perform she decided that unless she recognized the room or herself in a scene she would fast forward all scenes.

It took her about an hour to find the tape made in Marilyn's bedroom that early morning. She rewound the tape and marked it for destruction. The other tapes she set aside for Joe to review if he needed them.

She could feel fatigue catching up with her. She rose, stretched and decided that what she needed was a hot bath. She undressed rapidly as the tub filled with warm water ant the small bathroom filled with steam. Sliding beneath the scented bubbles she wondered why she felt suddenly at peace with herself.

That she must have dozed occurred to her. She was shivering half submerged in cloudy water with nary a bubble in sight. Laughing she stepped out of the tub and let it drain before taking a shower to wash the film of soap bubble bath clung to her.

"I guess it was the cold that woke me. I must have dreamed the noise," she thought as she scrubbed the soapy scum away.

Stepping out of the shower and scrubbing at her body with a soft towel she definitely heard a knock at her door. Quickly slipping into her old terry robe she trotted barefoot to the door.

Stephi, flushed and clutching a blue velour robe to keep it closed, stood there.

"We thought there might be trouble," she panted, stepping into the room, "Joe tried calling you and got no answer a few minutes ago."

"I fell asleep in the bath tub," Chris giggled.

"Oh. Well why don't you slip something less informal on and come down stairs? Joe wont be her until seven at the soonest."

Chris' face reflected her disappointment. "OK, I'll be down in a few minutes," she said.

"I'll wait," Stephi said, settling into the only soft chair in the room.

Chris went back to the bath room and finished her toilet. She decided that dabbing on a new perfume might help to lift her spirits. Then, slipping on a pair of old sweat pants and mismatching sweat shirt she walked back into the living room.

Stephi had dozed off in the chair. Her robe had fallen open revealing her lush body, firm, large breasts and the forest of pale blond hair that swept up from her crotch.

Chris, despite her best resolve, felt her breasts fill, her nipples harden and the familiar moistness suddenly start between her legs.

"Stephi, wake up," she whispered shaking the sleeping Dane's arm.

"Huh… oh, I'm sorry Chrisie… I guess the evening isn't as young as I thought. Let's go down stairs," she said rising and gathering her robe around her.

If Stephi was disconcerted by her nudity her behavior did not reveal it. Chris, on the other hand, surreptitiously glanced at the crotch of her sweat pants to see if there was a revealing wet spot; there wasn't.

The two women walked down the stairs and entered the warm, softly lit living room of Stephi and Lena's living quarters. Stephi put a finger to her lips and said, "Speak softly. We have company. Betty Morales and her new friend Leona Horton, the big blond cop, dropped in about an hour ago."

"You don't need me sitting around for goodness sake," Chris said starting to rise.

"Betty asked if you could come down. I think she likes you," Stephi said, laughing.

"From what I have heard and seen she likes anything without a penis," Chris said, "so don't think you're flattering me."

"You may be right," Stephi replied. "Let me get you some coffee."

Stephi was back in a minute carrying two mugs of black coffee. She was followed by an alluringly disheveled Betty Morales wearing Lena's filmy pink negligee, and carrying her own steaming mug of the brew.

"Hi, Chris glad you could visit."

"Hello Betty, come sit with us."

Betty, her large breasts bouncing tantalizingly, walked to the love seat Chris occupied. She slid into the narrow space next to Chris her firm, ample hips brushing Chris' thigh. "Urn, you smell good," she murmured settling back.

"Thanks. As a matter of fact so do you," Chris said very conscious of the blend of musky perfume and sex that clung to the lusty woman.

Stephi seemed edgy and finally rose and with out a word walked out of the room.

"She's itching to get into bed with Lena and Leona. She's a wild lady once aroused I'll tell you."

Chris felt the increased pressure from Betty's and turned slightly. Betty had put her cup on the floor and now she took Chris' and moved it out of the way. Her strong arms snaked around Chris' neck and she kissed her with fierce abandon. Her tongue slid into Chris' eager mouth and danced wildly. Her hands slid under Chris' sweat shirt and clutched at her tiny, pouting breasts, rolling the firm, erect nipples between her fingers.

Chris groaned with sudden unquenchable desire. She struggled to get her hands on Betty's lush, tempting breasts tearing at the delicate clasps of the filmy negligee in her urgency. The two women struggled to get free of the clothes that were encumbrances to their flaming lust.