Hugh Flungit - Gay-Girl Games

It was Friday night and the weekend had scarcely begun, but having the apartment to myself already seemed like the quintessence of luxury. Only it didn't quite work out like that. I had just gotten out of the tub-a long and lazy bubble-bath-when the door-chime banged its melodic but nonetheless annoying signal. Wearing a robe and slippers, I scurried to answer it and get rid of the unwelcome intruder in a hurry, figuring it could only be someone who had nothing to do with me.

And so it was, in a way. Except that I wasn't in such a rush to throw her out now. Lizabeth. Nor could I have done so without feeling guilty about it, since she was carrying a small suitcase and had obviously come to stay. We introduced ourselves, and she listened with a rueful expression as I explained Florinda's absence and my own presence. Then, smiling, she popped the question that immediately put me in a quandary.

"Would you mind very much if I took a shower here?" She saw my hesitation and her smile underwent a subtle change, becoming more intimate than friendly. "I feel so grimy after that long trip. Grimy and stupid. I should have telephoned first, but it just didn't occur to me that she'd be away. Incidentally, about my using the shower, I'm sure it would be okay with her-if that's why you're doubtful. I stay with Florinda often, we've been good friends for a long time."

"I know. She told me. Of course you can use the shower-or anything else around the place, whatever you need. It's yours as much as mine."

"Thanks. You're a doll. I might have known. She told me about you, too. Pointed you out to me, in fact. So I guess that makes us friends also, huh? Now I don't feel so bad, barging in on you like this. But don't worry, it won't be for long, I'll just grab a quick shower and make a few phone calls; there's bound to be a hotel room available somewhere in town. Unless… uh… "

"Hmm?"

"No, it's too much to ask. Spending the night, I mean-right here on the sofa, you know? Forget it, Sue, I'll find a hotel, it's not that late. Beside, you've probably got a date coming and I'd be in the way."

"A date? N-no… not really… "

"Aw, sure, you must have. Why else would you even want the apartment for a weekend? Who is she, some cute little freshman? I know how tough it is to get any privacy around the dorm. And a gorgeous kid like yourself, well, I'll bet you've got half-a-dozen sweet young things on the string, panting for you. But don't fret, I'll keep your secret, I'm no tattletale. Not that I think Florinda would care, she's not the jealous type."

We stood there facing each other in silence while I groped for words that wouldn't come. To assume I had a date was reasonable enough. But the assumption that it was with some girl, a lesbian date, wasn't that pretty bold of her? Could it be a sneaky but deliberate declaration of her own interest in me?

I peered into her eyes, fascinated, almost giddy. I couldn't even tell what color they were. Amber? Something like that. A big beautiful blonde with amber eyes. There was a strength in her that seemed to reach out and grip me. An ominous light flickered inside my skull, a glimmer of something in the shadows, portentous but already part of my destiny. I trembled like a trapped animal on the brink of some unknown terror. And then it was gone, leaving me scared and shaky and still in a semi-coma. But she must have known it, recognizing my state of helplessness somehow-and even that was hardly an excuse for her brazen behavior.

"Honey, for you I could be the jealous type myself. This babe you've got coming, is she important? Someone you can't stand up? You could phone her while I'm in the shower-and then it'll be you and me tonight, just the two of us. Think about that, huh? What's she like her body, I mean-is it anything special? How are her legs, as good as mine? If you say better… "

As I watched in helpless fascination, the woman hiked her skirt high, up around her waist showing a lot of creamy white thigh above the shimmer of black nylon stockings. It was only too obvious why she had offered her legs first to compare with those of the sweet young thing due tonight. My nonexistent date had beautiful nonexistent legs, naturally, but there was just no comparison. I had never seen legs like these before. The view from my cafeteria table hadn't told the whole story. No, I couldn't say better of my cute little freshman invisible but perfect. Her perfection still fell short of this impossibly beautiful pair of real live flesh-and-blood limbs, imperfect perhaps but invincible in any contest judged by the erotically oriented naked-eye.

“Well? Not bad, eh? Might be a shade heavy for some tastes, too thick in the thigh maybe, but I'll match ‘em against anything your young college girl can show. Anyway, I'll bet she doesn't wear underthings as pretty as mine. Does she go in for shiny black hose, Sue? With ruffled garters, see? And take a look at these panties, black lace and designed for me personally-some fit, huh?-there's craftsmanship for you. Let me just slip them off, that ought to convince you how much better a mature woman can be. Better than a little dormitory mouse. Or have you already decided to stand her up tonight?"

I could only stare at the lush-contoured thighs, trying to crack out of my shell and get a word in edgewise. It became worse even, more imperative, as she began to squirm out of the wispy lace panties and expose the creamy smoothness underneath, a voluptuously unpredictable vision with every tug. Was that her cunt about to come out of hiding? I couldn't bear to look. Or to turn away. Which meant only that it behooved me to find some way to switch off this monstrous TV spectacular until I could cope with its unprecedented significance. I finally managed, couching my message in a groan that rose to a squeak.

"You're my date. It'll be just the two of us."

"Great. You appreciate my body, hmm? Just like our mutual friend Florinda. You never saw such appreciation." The panties were writhing back up again. "Damn! If only I hadn't missed her, if only I'd been smart enough to get in touch by phone. Just when I need the money! Desperate, practically. It never fails, the bad breaks come when they're least expected. Shit! I sure could use that money."

"M-money? What money?"

"Oh. I guess she didn't tell you. Prissy bitch. Ashamed to let people know I'm a whore. Not me. It's how I make my living, what's to be ashamed of?"

"Lizabeth… you… you're… "

"Kind of a shock, I guess. Poor kid. She really should have told you. But you'll get over it, no harm done. Hey, you might even give me a whirl yourself-just for a lark, you know? I mean, uh, if you'd care to buy my services… " I shuddered. "No! I-I'm sorry, the shock hasn't worn off yet. I must be pretty dumb. Anyway, even if that wasn't it, I still couldn't afford you. Money is a problem with me, too, I'm on a tight budget."

"Too bad. But like I said, no harm done. We've still got a date tonight, just the two of us, right? No money, no business deals, just a couple of horny broads looking for some fun. Nice girly-girly fun. Only we're wasting time, aren't we? Let me unload that suitcase of mine and jump into the shower. Relax, kid, I won't be long. Think of me while I'm gone."

Hah! What else could I possibly think of? Long after she vanished from view, my pulse was still racing. My nostrils still acknowledged the faint tickle of her vaguely familiar musk-tinged perfume. The visually oriented segment of my brain refused to blur the memory of those black lace panties on the verge of total downfall-as if that vivid TV spectacular was just waiting for a rerun. Hmm. How about the part I preferred to forget, the shock, what was that, a. commercial? Some of my best friends are whores. Maybe it shouldn't have come as such a shock, maybe Florinda was trying to tell me something. If only she could have been a bit less bashful and a bit more specific. No, I was stuck with some unsavory memories along with the sweet ones.