Jean Sifton - Underground model

When the older girl had finally tired of her and gone on to convert another "fresh" inexperienced novice, Jennifer let herself go completely, and even to this day had never been able to shake off the memory of that first, gloriously fulfilling love affair. Over the years that followed, she had gradually integrated herself successfully with the more liberal, arty, types of Manhattan Beach, knowing that these people would not chastise her for the way that she chose to live.

"… But don't think I'm completely homosexual," Jennifer finished. "This may sound a bit strange to you, but I like men just as much as girls. You're so young now you might not understand what I'm saying right now, but to me… affairs aren't that enduring. You go to bed, enjoy sex with another person… man or woman, and in the bright light of day that follows, you still know nothing at all about their inner feelings. It's all for the pleasure of flesh, and releasing your physical needs and when your current interest begins to fade, there's always someone else to fill the vacancy." Jennifer's voice broke and a stifled sob escaped, softening the bitter tone of her voice.

On sudden impulse, Patricia moved her hand almost instinctively to Jennifer's head and started to stroke her hair gently, not saying anything, just trying to show her that she sympathized and understood. There was no other way to show the older girl how deeply she regretted the bitter disillusions and suffering that she must have gone through in the past years.

Jennifer turned and for the first time during the long discussion, looked deeply into Patricia's eyes. "Can you understand me Pat? Can you understand how I got the way I am today?" Her eyes were full of misery as she reached her hand up to the side of Patricia's face and gently brushed her fingers across the soft, firm flesh in a light caress.

"Y-yes, I do understand… and, it's made me feel very close to you… very close."

She whispered the last words, hearing her voice tremble and murmur them in warm response to Jennifer's needs. Her hand was still resting on Jennifer's head, her fingers now entwined in the girl's long, dark hair. She felt as if she was on the brink of a staggering discovery about herself, as if Jennifer had unwittingly stirred desires deep within her that she had never before recognized.

Her thoughts rushed through the complexity of her mind like a series of electrical impulses, knowing immediately what the final answer would be. Freedom of sexual expression, after all could go as far as the two persons participating would agree upon, and Patricia truly wanted to give her body to Jennifer to prove that sex could be an emotional as well as a physical relationship. And it would be so much more meaningful than the "one-night-stand" bed partners which her roommate had met before. Besides, she was terribly intrigued by Jennifer's frank account of her homosexual activities. The story had aroused her to a point where she now felt an almost uncontrollable urge to find out for herself what the caresses of another girl would be like…

"W-would you like to make love to me, Jennifer?" she whispered, scarcely believing her own words.

The older girl narrowed her eyes, ran them wonderingly over Patricia's blushing, downcast face. "Do you really want me to?" she asked, not being able to hide the trembling excitement in her voice.

"Oh, yes… Yes I do, more than anything!" Patricia's heart was thudding crazily beneath the bedspread as though it were going to jump right out of her skin. She was afraid for a while that Jennifer might think that she was being too forward in her enthusiasm, but she didn't care now as long as everything was agreeable to the girl lying beside her. After a long silence, Jennifer finally raised her arms and gently enclosed them around Patricia's narrow waist.

Patricia took a deep, trembling breath and exhaled, feeling all the pent-up tensions finally releasing themselves from her tortured body, for she knew that she had reached the point of no return. She felt strangely passive, as if she had given up her freedom of choice when she made the initial approach to Jennifer, and was now unable to do anything but follow down the path the other girl led her.

Just outside the beach cottage, the sweltering summer day lay over the beach community with a blanket of humid heat that gave no sign of lifting. Noxious black clouds of L.A. smog had drifted from the inland industries and down to the ocean, now filtering through the slotted bamboo curtain and into the bedroom where the two girls sat almost trance-like, staring at each other with the full conscious knowledge of what they were about to embark upon.

The fluid light of the semi-darkened room played across the white translucent valleys and peaks of Patricia's young body, now completely uncovered and open to Jennifer's admiring gaze.

"It's so hot and sticky outside," Jennifer purred, "let's take a bath together so we can be more comfortable."

Patricia nodded and shyly followed Jennifer out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the large spacious bathroom that was situated on the opposite side of the cottage. The younger girl was unable to pinpoint the precise moment when she had decided to give herself to Jennifer, but no matter what her real motivations were – whether they were a simple desire to experiment, an affectionate wish to show Jennifer that not everyone regarded sex as purely a self-gratifying pastime, or merely her own repressed perversions coming to the surface – she had to go through with it now…

She let Jennifer take her hand and lead her slowly into the cool bathroom; the dull Friday morning had magically been altered, changed by fate into a day of vital psychological meaning for her. The room itself was a welcome break from the stuffy bedroom that they had just left. Jennifer had redecorated and modernized it herself earlier that year, and used her practical efficiency to tile the walls in soft blue mosaic squares. A white synthetic fur rug carpeted the floor, wall-to-wall, and streamline glass cabinets and shelves lined the walls, giving ample storage room for toiletries.

Patricia curled her toes into the deep piled rug as Jennifer secured the lock on the door. Jennifer stepped up closely behind her and lightly placed her hands on the soft rounded shoulders, beginning to knead Patricia's skin gently, relaxing the tensed muscles into a satin smoothness. Then, lowering her head, Jennifer touched her mouth softly to the nape of Patricia's neck, planting tiny, wet kisses in a winding trail, stooping lower and lower until she was on her knees. She reached up and planted her wide-spread fingers on the base of the younger girl's spine, kneading there too until the rigidity of her muscles had surrendered to her expert massage.

Patricia could feel the tension flow from her body in waves of exciting sensations. She swallowed audibly, as she felt the adrenaline pumping through her limbs with sharpening intensity, and she let her body go completely limp, submitting to the lovemaking which she herself had invited.

Slowly inching her body up to a standing position again, Jennifer turned Patricia around to face her, running her eyes appreciatively over the beautifully tanned body in its complete nudity. Patricia blushed deeply, still feeling extreme embarrassment under the other girl's frank stare, then turned away suddenly, leaning forward over the bath and inserting the plug as she turned on both faucets full blast.

While she was in this revealing position, her buttocks splayed slightly… opening the cheeks and revealing the divine crease which sheltered her well-hidden back orifice. Then, turning around once more, Patricia looked back at Jennifer who was now slowly removing all of her clothing with the seductive movements of a stripper, all the while never taking her eyes off of the trembling body in front of her. Patricia felt another flush of fear mounting in her stomach, she was still not sure that her new sex adventure was wise, but it was too late now to stop, she knew that.