Rex Taylor: Mother lover

Jennifer caught up as they moved up the sandy hill, and she reached to grab Cathy's swinging hand, linking their fingers together. "Hey," she called. "What the hell was that all about?"

Cathy wriggled her hand free of Jennifer's. The girl was always doing that-holding hands, touching her-and she wondered if Jennifer might not have some latent lesbian tendencies. They were far enough from the beach bungalow to allow free speech, but Cathy's voice was still low and soft. "It's Gwen," she said. "We were supposed to have

the mother and child reunion today, but I'd already made some other plans. You really saved my ass, Jen. Thanks a lot." And she turned to go, down the sea side of the dune, but Jennifer ran along behind.

"What kind of plans?" she was asking.

Cathy spoke as she walked. "Well, I met this guy yesterday, and-"

"I thought you got sick," Jen protested, remembering how Cathy had excused herself and gone away on her own.

"Oh," Cathy said, remembering, too. "Well, I only thought I was sick," she lied. "I sat down for a while and I felt better. Anyway, I met this guy, and we agreed to get together today, but Gwen finished her article last night and she decided we ought to spend the day becoming good old chums."

Jennifer nodded, beginning to understand. She was not an overly intellectual girl but she had a sharp, cunning quality to her mind that sometimes left Cathy slightly uneasy. In the few days they had known one another, Cathy had not come to a final decision as to precisely how much she disliked Jennifer, but for now the girl was a godsend and Cathy could afford to be charitable.

Jennifer was almost lovely, though Cathy had some reservations about that. For one thing, her hair was an unfortunately carroty shade of red, and even now, cut short in a shag trim, it was clearly on the coarse and stringy side. She had a pretty enough face, with green eyes, and the freckles which dotted her body in profusion gave her a deceptively wholesome appearance. Jennifer was built generously, with full hips and a busty profile, while her bikini emphasized this development by being extremely skimpy. A tiny, soft-looking roll of girl-fat flirted with the waistband of her bikini

bottom, which rode dangerously low on her body. Sometimes little curls of red muff hair slipped out of the leg opening, and when the girl had been in the water, the panties tended to slip a little lower in front, so that the uppermost beginnings of her beaver were put on innocent display.

She wore her bra just a bit looser than it should have been, so that every step she took made her lush tits bounce and jiggle in a way that made theft plea for attention and inspection all the more obvious. Taken in all, Jennifer was a luscious piece, 100 percent girl, but Cathy could not warm up to her reciprocally. There was something in the shadows of Jennifer's green eyes that left Cathy feeling nervous and uncertain, anxious to be alone.

Just as now. She wanted Jennifer to go away, now that she had served her purpose. Chris was waiting for her up the beach, and he was all that mattered. She had no interest in spending any more time with Jennifer and wondered how she could make the girl understand that simple fact.

They hurried up the beach, Cathy walking steadfastly with her single purpose in mind, Jennifer tagging along, her mouth spraying the seaborn breeze with a stream of incessant chatter and questions, most of them about this guy, the one Cathy seemed so disinclined to talk about.

"Did he fuck you?" she asked suddenly.

"Of course not," Cathy snapped. "We just played David Bowie records and dressed up in each other's clothes."

"I'll bet he really is out of sight," Jennifer said insouciantly. "I mean, if you let him screw you. You're not the kind of girl who'd let just anything that came along have a crack at your goody-box. Jeez, I really want to meet him."

Cathy was on the verge of telling Jennifer to fuck off when she looked up, and there, standing

ankle deep in the waves that rippled onto the beach, was Chris. She squealed a greeting, waved her hand above her head, and ran to meet him.

He swept her up in his arms, swinging her round with her heels in the air, then eased her back onto the ground as she rubbed against him for a hello kiss.

"Oh," Jennifer said, breaking their concentration. "He really is cute!" She stepped closer, holding out her hand. "I'm Jennifer," she smiled. "Jennifer Pendexter."

Chris took her hand and squeezed it in his. "I thought you might be."

"Oh, has Cathy mentioned me?" she asked ingenuously. He let go her hand. She cocked her head to one side and regarded them through half-shut eyes. "You two make a cute couple," she announced. "You even look alike." They scoffed at her with their eyes. "No, really! I mean, you're almost the same size, same facial structure, blonde hair, sexy blue eyes. Gee, I don't know which of you is the cutest."

"You're full of shit," Cathy said. She hugged against Chris once more, brushing her hair against his cheek. "Look, Jen," she added, "thanks again for helping me out. If you ever need a favor-"

"Uh, Cath," Jennifer whispered, tugging at the girl's arm and pulling her off to one side. Chris released his hold on Cathy's waist and she went with Jennifer. "Listen," the red-haired girl breathed into Cathy's ear, "I've got a really freaky idea. Since all three of us are in on it-you know, deceiving your mom and all?-why don't we-I mean, you know? Did you ever make it in a threesome?"

"No!" Cathy snapped, trying to move away. Jennifer's hand pew tight on her elbow, and she felt herself being pulled once more into earshot.

"Listen," Jennifer urged. "It's far fucking out, if you know what I mean. First you and I get it on while he watches. You know? Just some kissing and feeling and maybe a little mouth work to juice things up? And then, once he's turned on-and guys always get turned on watching two girls going at it-then we take turns with him, one at a time. And finally, when he's ready to bust from being so horny, both of us pile onto him for a gang-bang that's like nothing you can ever imagine in your screwiest dreams." She put her hands on Cathy's shoulders and moved her lips so close to the girl's ear she might as well have been kissing it, and her tits bumped insistently, again and again, upon Cathy's bare ann. "How about it?"

"Absolutely not!" Cathy growled, shaking herself out of Jennifer's grip. "I've never heard of anything so disgusting in all my life!" She bounced across the interval between them and snaked her arms around Chris' waist, rubbing him imploringly.

Jennifer shrugged. "I thought you might go for it," she said offhandedly. "It's a lot of fun. If you do it right."

"What is?" Chris wondered.

Cathy spoke up in a piping, offended voice. "She wanted to make it a threesome! You and me and-her!"

Chris smiled wryly and gave his head a little shake. "I guess not," he said. "Not if you don't want to."

"You mean you don't care?" Cathy demanded.

"It has its merits, sometimes."

"Well, not now! After all," she added, giving voice to her suppressed feelings, "she doesn't really want you. I think she wants me! I think Jennifer's a dyke."

Now it was Jennifer's turn to smile wryly. "Not really," she said. "I mean, not exclusively. When I

see something cute, I just naturally want to fuck it. Who wants to get into a rut, for Christ's sake?"

"Why don't you go away?" Cathy demanded. "Just go somewhere and leave us alone! I'm tired of you always trying to feel me up, anyway."

"Okay. Maybe I'll go back by your place and have a talk with your mom. I suppose she doesn't know that mommy's little girl is getting it on with some daddy's little boy, does she?"

Cathy's lips twitched uncomfortably. "Look, Jennifer," she said, "I don't want to make it with you, or with any other girls for that matter. I like guys and that's it. Now, why don't you just be nice and leave us by ourselves?"