Twyla Twacht - Lesbo Lessons

"Real enough to eat those magnificent breasts, to lick that superb vulva. Isn't that what you wanted to say, dear?"

Mara blushed but remained silent.

"Don't be shy about such things, my dear. That's why its hanging there. To arouse my friends. Somehow lovemaking between women gains, I think, by little helps like that picture, don't you? Men are different. I was told by one of my gay men friends that with them it's a more routine thing. They meet a boy they like and almost at once they're in bed together. I can't do things like that, can you? I feel that there must be something leading up to the sex part."

She looked questioningly at Mara, who gulped and nodded. She was still not sure of what was going to happen, still not sure she wanted it to happen. And yet Ruth Peter suddenly seemed so attractive now that she felt a tremor when the woman looked into her face. Despite her cautiousness, she could barely suppress a feeling of excitement. She was drawn to Ruth. There was no sense in denying it. The physical pull was strong.

"You haven t answered my question, darling." Ruth whispered. "Can you just hop into bed with a woman you've just met unless-?"

"No," Mara said hoarsely. Oh God, she thought, what am I doing here? I don't really want to get involved with a woman again. "I agree with you," Mara said finally.

"Yes, I rather thought you would," Ruth said. "Let's have an aperitif and then dinner. It's nearly ready to eat." She put her arm affectionately around Mara's waist as she led her into the living room. As they moved, Ruth's finger slid slowly over the outside of Mara's shapely buttocks.

"You know," she said as she served the Eurasian girl a glass of chilled French vermouth spiked with cassis, a strawberry flavoring from the south of France, "I had a daydream about you.

"I dreamt you and I were swimming nude on some white beach in the Fiji Islands-I love that place-and that you had laid down to nap and that I had the oddest desire to go down on you. And in fact I did. I licked your lovely little pussy. You don't mind my telling you this? Using frank Anglo-Saxon sex words?"

Mara shook her head. Ruth's candor made her a little dizzy.

"Good," Ruth cried, "because I am going to tell you a little secret about myself. I arouse myself that way. I love to talk that way to people I really want. Do you know what I mean?"

Mara nodded nervously. She was afraid to say any thing. There was a strange quality in Ruth Peter's eyes, a kind of wildness that seemed barely under control. It was as if the Dr. Jekyll she had seen in the school office had turned into a Miss Hyde. Except that Miss Hyde was infinitely more attractive sexually than the prim schoolteacher with glasses and hair done in a bun.

The dinner was exquisite, as Ruth had promised it would be, and true to her word, she continued to talk erotically all through it, telling Mara amusing stories about famous lesbians on the Hollywood scene.

"Take X," she said giving the name of a woman who had come very close to winning an award for her films. "X has a body that makes men drool. She is in fact a nationally known sex symbol. But I happen to know that she cannot do a major scene unless her hairdresser licks her cunt in her trailer before the cameras roll." Ruth laughed. "I'll tell you even something funnier than that. Once the regular girl was off for some reason so they had a substitute, some little nitwit fresh from the farm.

"X was about to follow through with a big love scene-some handsome detective etc. etc. was going to bed her down in the film. As usually happened, X was nervous as hell. She hated sex scenes with men, loathed them. But she was a sex symbol, had her image to think of. So in every film she has at least one torrid bedroom scene. She has to roll around the bed sheets with some grimy, sweating man and it's a terrible ordeal.

"The cunt licking acts as a pacifier, yon see. X never formerly asks for a blowjob. The hairdresser gets down on her knees as X picks at her hair or eyebrows and opens her thighs-she never wears underwear-and the hairdresser buries her lips and nose in X's bush."

Ruth laughed as she paused to put a mouthful of the tasty food in her mouth. "Now comes the funny part. X is used to this.routine. She is all ready for her big male love scene outside, she has thoughtfully sprayed her pussy with a mist of Chanel No.5, which she knows her hairdresser dotes on, and waits.

"She waits and waits and nothing happens. This twenty-year-old ninny simply pats her face with cosmetics, snips a few hairs here and there, does her eyebrows and puts in the right eye shade just as her training had taught her, and X is panting to get sucked. Finally in desperation she whispers, 'Jennifer, you'd better do me. I have to go on.'

" 'But I'm nearly finished,' the girl smiles. 'Just look at yourself in the glass. You look terrific.'

"X winced. 'I mean do me like I always am done before a love scene. Didn't Harriet tell you, for heaven's sake?'

"The girl shook her head. 'I never saw Harriet. All she said on the phone was to make your hair look great, to study the pictures the publicity photographer took for the picture.'

"'Yes but I want you to… ' As X fumbled, being unable to make the request a blunt order, there was a knock on the door. A deep male voice belonging to an assistant director told her the crew was ready to go now.

" 'In a minute, Joe,' X yelled out. To the girl she said. 'Look honey Harriet should have explained. You have to! Do me… er… '

"'Do you how?' the girl asked nervously. 'What else can I do before you go on, ma'am?'

"Frantic by this time and still unable to articulate the words, X turned around and spread her superb thighs, showing the astonished girl her voluminous bush.

" 'Do me down there honey and hurry. They're waiting for me.' "

"Jennifer blushed. 'You mean you want me to comb your hair down there? You mean they're doing a shot of you with your legs open and no pants on?'

"X, tongue-tied, shook her head. 'I thought they did that only in hard core porno films,' Jennifer said. 'Nobody told me to fix your hair down there! she added in amazement. 'Nobody said this was an X rated film or anything: " 'Hey come on X,' the director's basso profound voice barked through the trailer door. 'I've had everything ready ten minutes ago. This is a big scene and we may need several retakes. Are you coming?'

"'Just a goddamned minute AI,' X roared. To the hairdresser she rasped. "Get on with it, will you. If I have to go roll on that bed with hot homey bastard without it, I'll go crazy. It's all done between the sheets so the damned film will get an R rating instead of X. But every time the son-of-a-bitch plays a bedroom scene, he tries to put his finger up my pussy or my ass, any damned hole he can get into. Do me!"

"'You mean trim your, 'er, pubic hair so it ",Jill look better or-' " Jennifer began, puzzled.

"'I MEAN SUCK IT, YOU DUM DUM,' X screamed.

"With that she opened her thighs wider. Jennifer stared. 'Oh no… I can't. I've never done it to a girl.'

" 'You've done it to a man haven't you?' X barked.

" 'Well yes… but…' the girl backed away, then stared as x began to move her finger in and out of her pussy. The expectation of getting sucked off by the girl was so great, she could not hold back again.

"'You're through after today, you little bitch: X snapped. 'I haven't had to do that to myself for years. Get out… out of here. And don't let me see you around this lot again.'

"For a second the girl stared at X with terror, then seeing her dream of working in a studio with glamorous stars, go down the drain, she acted with such alacrity that she nearly knocked X off of her chair.

"Jennifer got on her knees and dug her mouth, nose and tongue into the film star's pussy with a pretended hunger that was unbelievable. Grasping X's big thighs firmly, she kept running her tongue in and out of the older woman's vulva, then all over her inner thighs, then on her clit until X nearly went out of her mind. But she loved it, loved every second of it. So much in fact that when the director, in a towering fury, clobbered the door with his fist ten minutes later, all that X could do was groan with pleasure.