Loving Sister
by Pearl Hale


FOREWORD 

I was lapping out my girlfriend's pussy, giving her the best lesbian 
experience of her life, when I suddenly glanced toward the door. 

My other sister was standing there and smiling at me. 

For a moment, I was afraid. I did not know how Linda would react to my 
girl-loving ways. She had been in college all year, and I was only sixteen. 
But I had changed a lot during the months that she had been away. 

When L saw her start to unbutton her blouse, I sighed and smiled at her and 
went back to lapping my girlfriend. 

I knew that my sexy sister was going to join us. 

This is the story of Terri, a girl who discovers that girls can love girls. 

And it is the story of the way that she experiments with different girls, 
until she is finally ready to take her ultimate lesbian lover. 

Her sexy, older sister. 

This is the story of what happens when two sisters share their love in a 
very special way, a love that is mixed with good, hot lesbian lust. 


CHAPTER ONE 

My name is Terri, and I am seventeen years old now. 

I am a lesbian, but that is not the way that I define myself. 

You want to hear how I define myself? I call myself a revolutionary. 

A revolutionary lesbian, I guess. That completes the definition. 

But I have not always been this way. In fact, until just a few months ago, I 
was nothing but a spoiled, little, rich girl, one of the wealthiest girls in 
Victory, Missouri. But that was before my sister came home from college to 
show me all the things that I had been doing wrong with my life, all the 
things that I had been thinking wrong in my head. 

My sister, Linda, made me a revolutionary with her love and her teachings. 

And this is my story, the story of my making it as a cunt-loving 
revolutionary. 

The lesbian streak in me is strong, and it makes for a major part of my 
story. You see, I don't think that I could have ever become a real 
revolutionary for the people if I had not first become a lesbian. So I guess 
that I should start there, with my discovery of girl-to-girl love. 

It happened last spring, the spring of my junior year in high school. 

That was only a few months ago. It seems that my change, my metamorphosis 
happened very quickly indeed. I guess that I was just ready for the change, 
ready for all the things that I learned about lesbianism and revolution. 

First, however, the lesbianism. That always comes first, doesn't it? 

As my sister used to say to me, sex always comes before revolution. It is 
impossible for a virgin to man the barricades and fight for the people with 
any zeal at all. 

I was introduced to lesbianism by Nancy, a thirty-year-old, blonde divorcee 
who was a member of my class-my parents' class. She was very wealthy too. 

Yes, I should tell you about my class here in Victory, Missouri. 

My father is the president of the town bank and my mother runs a clothing 
store for women who want to buy the latest fashions from Europe and New 
York. We live up on the mountain, where all the wealthy people in Victory 
lived. And we had a swimming pool and we had a big, white house. We lived 
close to the old, Harper mansion, the house that was once owned by the man 
who actually ran the town. But that house is owned by somebody else now 
because old Mister Harper died and his son was murdered in some kind of 
strange fight with a stranger who had obviously been fucking the younger 
Mister Harper's wife and the wife went crazy. That is the kind of tragedy 
that can strike the small-town rich, you see. 

And I guess the same kind of tragedy has struck my family now. 

Anyway, back to Nancy. As I said, she was a member of my social set. She had 
inherited a lot of money from her father and she lived in a big house down 
the road from my family's house. She was married for a few years to a 
worthless ass named Richard, but she threw him out and got a divorce because 
she just could not stand him hanging around the house and spending her money 
any longer. At least, that was the story that got around Victory. But it was 
not the complete story. I guess there was some truth in it, but I know the 
reason that Nancy really threw Richard out of the house and divorced him. 

I know that she did it because she went away to St. Louis for the summer and 
discovered just how sweet woman-to-woman love could be. When she found out 
about her own lesbian desires, everything came into focus for her and she 
understood for the first time why she had never really enjoyed fucking 
Richard or any other man. Then she threw him out. She did not want to be 
reminded of men any longer. She wanted women, only women, and she especially 
liked teen-aged girls such as myself. 

But I am getting ahead of my story here. I should tell you about the 
afternoon that she seduced me, but, before I do, there is one other thing 
that you should be aware of. 

I had fucked a boy too before I ever went to bed with Nancy. I had fucked 
Ralph, a handsome seventeen-year-old who was also part of my social set. But 
I had not really enjoyed it that much. When it was over, I felt a little 
empty and that worried me. I wondered if there was something wrong with me, 
and I certainly could not talk about such things with my mother of my father 
and my sister, Linda, was away at college. 

I sat around the house for a full day and worried about my response to 
Ralph, the emptiness that I found inside me, the emptiness that I did not 
think should be there. I needed someone to talk to about that emptiness, and 
I wondered who I could talk to. Then I thought of Nancy. She had been very 
nice to me before and she had always seemed interested in me. I did not know 
at the time, of course, just how interested she was in me. 

But I called her on the phone and asked if I could come over and talk to 
her. 

She said that she would be happy to see me. It was on a Saturday evening. I 
had fucked Ralph the afternoon before, on a Friday afternoon. 

It was springtime and everything was turning green and growing, but I felt 
so empty as I drove to Nancy's house in my new sports car that I thought I 
was going to cry. 

I fought back the tears and pulled into the long drive-way of her house and 
got out and knocked on her front door. She answered it immediately. 

She was dressed in a blue work shirt that she had tied up at the waist and 
she was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans. Her feet were bare, but she did not 
look like a peasant. She had a regal kind of look to her, even dressed in 
that fashion. She smiled at me and tossed her long, blonde hair and opened 
the door wide to let me in. 

That was the way I used to think of people who were not of my social class. 
It seems silly now but I often thought of them as peasants, as if I were a 
member of some noble group that ruled over the rest of the people in town 
with some sense of kindness but high-mindedness too. 

I went into Nancy's house and she led me into the parlor. She pointed 
towards her little sofa, which I knew was antique and very valuable, and she 
told me to sit down. She offered me a drink. 

Now, I was only sixteen, and I did not drink liquor that often. But I knew 
that I needed a drink at that moment. I knew that I was going to tell Nancy 
some of the great truths of my life, and I thought that I needed a drink in 
order to keep my courage and tell her everything that she would need to know 
in order to offer me advice on my life and my emptiness. 

"Sure," I said, "I would like a drink." 

As she fixed two drinks for us, she looked at me with that interest in her 
eyes, that interest that I did not understand at that moment. I looked down 
at myself and I remembered that I was dressed like a peasant too. I was 
wearing a T-shirt over my bare tits and I was wearing cut-offs. I looked at 
Nancy again. She had long, blonde hair and I had short, dark hair, but, in a 
strange way, I thought that we could be sisters. 

Of course, I had a real sister. Linda. But she was in college and I had 
never really been that close to her. Linda was nineteen then, almost twenty, 
a college sophomore and the three and a half-years that separated us in age 
had always put a gulf between me and Linda. To her, I suppose, I was just a 
little sister, a troublesome brat who got in her way. She probably had not 
noticed that I had grown up, that I had turned into a woman. 

Or had I? That question kept coming back to me as I looked at Nancy and 
remembered the things that I had come to tell her, the things that I just 
had to reveal to someone. If I was a real woman,-I kept thinking, I would 
have enjoyed fucking Ralph more than I did. 

If I was not a real woman, I could not understand what I was. I hoped that 
Nancy, in her wisdom, would be able to tell me what I was so that I would be 
able to understand the meaning of my new life. 

Nancy walked toward me and sat down on the little, antique sofa next to me. 
She handed me my drink and watched me as I sipped it. It was sweet and 
strong and it warmed my throat. She smiled at me. 

"What did you want to talk to me about, Terri?" she asked. 

I really did not know where to begin. I-took another drink to work up my 
courage some more. 

Then I opened my mouth and the words just came pouring, tumbling out of me, 
more truth than I had ever spoken before in my life, I think. 

"I don't want my parents to find out about-this, Nancy," I said, "and I hope 
that I can trust you." 

She nodded her head and smiled, letting me know that I could trust her, and 
the words kept coming out. It seemed to me that I had hit a gusher of truth 
in my soul. 

"I fucked for the first time yesterday afternoon. I fucked a very handsome 
boy from here on the hill and it hurt a little bit. But I had expected that. 
He was gentle enough with me, I guess. I suppose that, with some other guy, 
it might have hurt a lot more. But the fact is I didn't enjoy it, Nancy. I 
didn't like it at all. When it was over, even with his handsome gentleness, 
I felt empty inside. I did not feel like I thought I should feel. And I just 
had to talk to someone about it and I thought that you had been married and 
you could tell me maybe how I should have felt, how a woman feels when she 
really enjoys fucking a guy. Maybe you could tell me what I was doing wrong. 
And I thought that I could trust you to keep this to yourself because you 
understand-you understand-" 

L paused. I did not know for certain what she did understand, but her look 
told me that she read everything that was in my soul, that she did 
understand me. She smiled at me and sipped on her drink, and I waited there, 
with my mouth opened slightly, waited for some of her words of wisdom as if 
they would cure me of something that was fatal in me. 

"I am sorry, Terri," she finally said. "I don't know what it is like to 
enjoy fucking a man." 

When she said that, I just looked at her. I did not know what to do. 

I had come to her expecting to be told what to do in order to enjoy sex, 
expecting her to be a fountain of knowledge for me. But now she told me that 
she did not know what it was like to enjoy sex, and I felt lost. I did not 
know where to turn. And I did not say anything. I just looked at her and 
hoped that she would explain it to me, that she would have something to say 
to me that would make everything make sense, even though she had never 
enjoyed fucking either. 

"I never liked fucking Richard all that much," she said, "even though he was 
handsome and a lot of women thought that he was sexy too. I don't even know 
why I married him. It does not make sense any more that I should marry him. 
I guess I just thought that a woman should be married and Richard was 
available and wanted to marry me. I guess I just thought I would be natural 
and act like a woman should act and things would come to me then. I thought 
that I would learn how to enjoy sex if I just did it enough, but I never did 
learn to enjoy it with him. I just lay there and I acted like I did, so that 
I would not hurt his feelings, but I had that same emptiness in me that you 
said that you had. I guess that you and I are very much alike, Terri, in 
many ways." 

I felt sorry for her, but I wondered how she could talk about this so 
calmly. 

I knew that, if I had been thirty years old and beautiful and regal, if I 
had been married to a man for years and had never enjoyed fucking him, I 
would have been climbing the walls with anxiety. I would have been wanting 
some kind of release from all the things that were building up inside of me. 
Those things were already burning in my gut at sixteen and I thought that, 
if I did not get rid of them soon, they would engulf me and destroy me. I 
wondered how Nancy had lived with such a burning inside her. 

She did say that we were very much alike in many ways. If I found out how 
Nancy got along without enjoying sex, I thought, I might be able to use the 
same method. At that moment, I was willing to try anything to get rid of 
that burning sensation that covered my body and worked its way deep into me. 

So I asked her the question that came into my head, using the urgent words 
that I felt in my own body and soul. 

"How can you stand it, Nancy? How can you stand to live if you don't enjoy 
sex?" 

"I did not say that I did not enjoy sex," she told me calmly. "I said that I 
did not enjoy fucking Richard." 

"Oh," I murmured, "you enjoyed it with other men then?" 

"No," she said flatly. "I tried other men and they left me as empty as 
Richard did." 

I was back in my confused state then, the state in which nothing seemed to 
make sense to me. I looked into her eyes and waited for her to explain. I 
knew that she could see my confusion and I knew that she would explain. 

She would have to explain because she was my friend. 

She spoke to me softly and leaned in close to me as she said it. 

"I will keep your secret, Terri," she said, "if you promise to keep mine." 

"Oh, yes, Nancy," I vowed. "I will not tell anyone. I just need to know 
myself. I need to know how I can live without enjoying sex with men." 

She smiled at me and she touched my hair lightly with her fingers and then 
she told me, she revealed the truth that changed my life forever. 

"Women, Terri," she said softly. "I make love to other women." 

There was silence in the room for the longest time, for what seemed to be an 
eternity to me as I tried to put that information into my brain. I had heard 
about lesbians, of course, but I had always thought of them as ugly women 
who could not get a man, women who looked like men themselves. But Nancy was 
not ugly. I had seen her at parties at my parents' house and I had seen the 
way that the men-including my father-crowded around her and fought for her 
attention. She could get any man that she wanted, I thought, but she did not 
want men. Men did not please her. Women pleased her. 

And, for some reason that I could not explain, the whole thing seemed to 
make perfect sense to me. I opened my lips and asked her to reveal more. 

"Tell me more, Nancy. Tell me how you discovered this." 

She grinned and sipped on her drink before she started her story of 
discovery. 

"I kept fucking Richard and occasionally some other men until last year," 
she said. "Then I went to St. Louis to visit some friends there and I was 
alone one night and I went downtown and I walked into this bar. I seemed to 
be drawn to that bar by some power. I did not know what I would find there, 
but I thought that I would find something that would make everything 
worthwhile to me. I knew that it was a bar that women went to with other 
women, and I went into that bar by myself and looked around and saw those 
women and I felt at home right away. I walked up and ordered a drink and 
started talking to this cute, little thing named Jasmine who was sitting 
there. And, within a half hour or so, we were in her car, headed for her 
apartment. We were going there to make love." 

She took another drink and I wondered if I was breathing. I was so caught up 
in her story that I could not tell for sure if any air was going into my 
lungs. 

"Jasmine and I made love that night, made love as only women can make love 
to each other, and I wound up spending the summer with her. She introduced 
me to her friends and I made love to some of them and, with each woman, I 
felt that satisfaction that I had never felt with a man, that I had never 
felt with Richard. I found my home there with Jasmine and her friends and I 
wanted to stay in St. Louis for the rest of my life. But then I had to come 
back here and manage my financial affairs. When I got back, I told Richard 
to get the hell out of the house and go back to California, where he came 
from. I did not need him for anything now and I knew that he would never be 
able to please me the way that women had pleased me, the way that Jasmine 
and her friends had pleased me. I still go to St. Louis every couple of 
weeks and visit my friends there and find the satisfaction that evades me 
here in Victory, but I must admit that I feel a little lonely here and I 
wish that I could find some girl or some women who would give me the kind of 
pleasure that I really need." 

And I said it before I even realized that the words were out. I looked over 
her body and her face and found her appealing and sexy and I thought the 
words and I guess I said them at the same time. They just came out.-But I 
never regretted that they did. 

"I will give you pleasure, Nancy," I said softly. "You and I were much 
alike." 

That is how it happened. I guess that Nancy had hoped that I would say 
something like that. I guess that you could say that she seduced me with her 
story about Jasmine and the women of St. Louis. 

But the fact is this: I did not feel as if I were being seduced at all. 

I just felt that I had found a home, a home there in Nancy's sexy arms. 

She put those arms around me and kissed me lightly on the mouth. Her mouth 
was cool and her breath was sweet. Then she pulled away from me and set her 
drink down and got up from the antique sofa. I got up too and she reached 
out and took my hand. 

Together, we walked through the big, empty house towards the upstairs 
bedroom. 

We did not say anything. We did not have to say anything. 

We were both feeling right at home and that house did not seem empty at all 
to either of us. We held each other's hand and we walked up the stairs and 
into the bedroom. 

Nancy's bedroom was white and the sun came through the window next to the 
bed. It was almost nighttime, but the last bits of sun for that day warmed 
that white bedroom and made me feel warm too. I felt especially warm when 
Nancy put her arm around me and. held me close to her and we both looked at 
the big, white bed there. 

We both knew that we were going to spend some time together on that bed. 

And she felt so soft and yet so hard against me, so womanly and yet so 
strong. 

I knew that she would be a good teacher, and I knew that I would never be 
the same after this lesson of love from Nancy. 

I turned and put my hand on the side of her face and we kissed each other 
again. 

But this kiss was different from the one that we had shared down in the 
parlor. 

This kiss was not soft and quick. If was soft, but it was a long, 
tongue-lashing kiss and I put my arms around her neck and she put her arms 
around my back and we held each other very close and I felt the warmth of 
her body flow into mine and I felt at home. 

This was the answer, I kept thinking, and this would allow me to live 
without that burning sensation, that terrifying need, engulfing me in sexual 
flames. 

And it seemed to me that Nancy was my sister in a very special way. 

She moved her tongue into my mouth and then she drew that tongue back and I 
moved my tongue into her mouth and we held each other very close. When that 
kiss was over, she ran her lips and tongue over my neck and I gasped against 
her and felt my tits move against hers and I knew that we would be the best 
of lovers. 

I did not think that there was anything strange about this relationship, 
from that very first moment. I did not really need to be prepared for the 
love of a woman. 

Everything seemed so natural with Nancy. In a way, that afternoon before, 
when I had fucked Ralph, had been the time of perversion for me. That had 
not been natural at all. 

We pulled apart and smiled at each other and Nancy even winked at me. I 
thought that was sweet of her. I winked back. 

And then I pulled off my T-shirt slowly, pulled it over my head. 

And I showed Nancy my breasts. She smiled when she saw them in that 
late-afternoon sunlight. 

I have nice tits, big and round and high on my girlish body, the kind of 
tits that look good when they are jiggling there on my body, when I do not 
wear a bra. 

But I had never felt so proud of my tits before. 

When I saw the way that Nancy looked at them, when I saw the sparkle in her 
blue eyes as she looked at my breasts and appreciated them for what they 
were, as only another woman could appreciate breasts, I felt very proud of 
my tits. 

"You are very sexy, Terri," Nancy said with a soft voice. 

And I shivered and felt very sexy, sexier than I had ever felt in my life. 

"Show me yours," I said with a passionate tingle in my throat. "Show me your 
breasts, Nancy." 

And the blonde woman smiled and unbuttoned her blue, peasant-like workshirt 
and untied and pulled it off to show me her own fine, sexy tits. 

They were not as big as mine, but they were beautiful. They were high and 
pointed and they looked like two fine pieces of fruit, wonderful fruit meant 
only for another woman. I felt my cunt tingle with excitement as I studied 
those tits, and then I returned her compliment with feeling. 

"You are beautiful, Nancy, and you are so fucking sexy." 

We stood there for a little longer and just looked at each other and then 
Nancy made the next move. She reached out and touched my tits with her hands 
and squeezed my breasts lightly as the flame shot through me and made me 
wallow in desire with her. 

I reached out with my own trembling hands and I touched her breasts and held 
them and squeezed them just as she was doing to me. 

And this exchange of warm touches that we were giving to each other made me 
feel more wanted and more wanting than I had ever felt before in my girlish 
life. 

I spoke to her a voice that was filled with all of my wanting. 

"Oh, Nancy," I sighed, "this is wonderful. This is so much better than men 
already." 

And the blonde pulled away from me and smiled at me. 

"And it has only just begun, Terri," she assured me with her own soft voice. 

I shivered and my cunt quivered when I thought of that, of all that Nancy 
and I still had left to do together, of all the ways in which this blonde 
woman would train me. I could hardly stand up in my passionate frenzy. I 
wanted to learn more about sex and softness from her. I wanted to do 
everything to her that a woman could do to another woman. 

Yes, a woman. That is the way I thought of myself at that moment. 

Before that instant, I had always considered myself a girl, a fresh, little 
thing who still had a lot to learn about life. Now, now that I was on the 
verge of learning something that I knew would be very important to me, I 
sighed and felt like a real woman. Nancy had turned me into a woman with her 
soft touch and I knew that my womanly nature would only grow as this lesson 
in lesbian love moved on to its climax. 

Nancy grinned at me again and loosened her cut-offs and pushed them down her 
long, lovely, tanned legs. She stepped out of them and stood before me 
naked. I gasped when I saw her that way. I had never thought that I would be 
able to find another woman so appealing, but I found her beautiful, sexy, 
wonderful. 

The light-brown bush that grew between her legs was thick with hair and it 
looked soft, so soft that I wanted to make a pillow of that bush, to lay my 
head on that pillow and sleep soundly for the rest of my life. 

And Nancy knew that she was beautiful too. She was proud of her body. 

She stretched her arms and her legs and turned slowly and let me take in all 
of her, her nice, rounded buns, her strong back, her tits, her bush, her 
legs, her face, everything. 

And everything about her made me hungry for her kind of lesbian lust. 

Then she looked at me and I knew that she wanted me to do the same thing 
that she had done. I knew that she wanted to see my naked body, and I felt 
very proud that such a sexy woman would have any interest at all in seeing 
me naked. I slipped out of my sandals and then I loosened my cut-offs and 
pushed them down with my white panties too. I wanted to be naked as soon as 
possible for that beautiful blonde who stood there, waiting to see me. 

My body was rounded, younger, a bit whiter than hers. She obviously 
sunbathed in the nude, I thought, for I could see no white lines on her 
fine, sexy flesh. 

I had those white lines and I determined to come over here and sunbathe with 
her often, so that I could have that fine, solid glow on my body that she 
had on hers. 

I stepped out of my clothes and then I stood naked in front of Nancy. 

When she smiled at me, I felt charged with sexy power and sexy pride. 

She saw me naked and she liked what she saw. 

As Nancy had done, I turned around slowly. My own bush was black, like my 
hair, and it was not as soft and hairy as hers. But I could tell that my 
young twat appealed to the woman and I could tell that the rest of my 
rounded, girlish body appealed to her too. 

I turned with pride so that she could see all of me. And then I stood and 
faced her as we both studied each other's nakedness. Then I glanced at the 
bed and she laughed out loud and tossed her head back and made her blonde 
hair fly in the late afternoon breeze. 

"Can't wait, can you, Terri?" she asked. 

"No, I can't," I admitted. 

And I was telling the truth. I wanted to go to that bed and I wanted Nancy 
to join me there and show me all the techniques of lesbian love that she 
knew so that I could know them too. 

Nancy turned and headed for the bed with a soft, barefoot padding on the 
cool, hard-wood floor of the bedroom. She moved gracefully, like a dancer, 
and the feminine muscles of her body made her look like a sleek, jungle 
animal. I sighed as I watched her and I wanted her even more after seeing 
her move. I could not wait to learn all that she had to teach me about 
placating that burning feeling in my body, about filling that emptiness that 
was deep inside me. 

She turned and sat down on the bed and beckoned me to her with a smile. 

And I went to her. I tried to walk in the sleek, jungle way that she had 
walked. But I was too excited, to anxious to get it on with her. I bounced 
to her like a little girl. I would have been embarrassed about that 
girlisliness except that I could see in her blue eyes that that was part of 
the appeal that I had for her, part of the reason that she wanted to show me 
all that she knew about love and lust and bedroom antics. 

I sat down next to her on the bed, sat down very close to her. 

Nancy put her arm around my waist and hugged me as she explained the way 
that it was going to happen, on this, the first time that we made love. I 
listened carefully to her explanation. I wanted to get it right, to do it 
just right for her and for me too. 

"The first time," Nancy said, "I will take control. I will do it to you and 
make you feel good. That way you can learn what you like. 

"I am sure that we will both like much the same kind of thing, Terri. You 
are very much like I am." 

And I nodded my head girlishly, with eager agreement. 

I wanted to be just like she was, sexy and willing and fiery with lust for 
other women. 

I wanted to live the kind of live that Nancy lived, and I wanted to live 
much of it with her. 

I suppose that, in my girlishness, in my lesbian virginity, I thought that I 
was actually in love with Nancy at that moment. It was not until later that 
I found out that other women could inspire in me the same kind of lust, the 
same kind of warm and sexy passion and eagerness. 

But I am getting ahead of my story, and I don't want to do that. 

I want to tell you exactly and in detail the things that Nancy did for me. 

With her arm around me, she lay back on that big, white bed and I lay back 
with her and felt warm and at home in her arms. 

She turned me and turned to face me and she kissed me again with her soft, 
eager mouth. She drove her tongue deep into my own opened mouth. That tongue 
felt good in me and I wondered at that second where else that tongue would 
be before the night was over, before this first, learning session was 
finished for me. 

I suppose I had some kind of idea even then what girls did when they made 
love to each other. I suppose I felt it in my spirit and I suppose that 
something in my heart led me on with her. But I wanted to know for certain 
and I wanted Nancy to show me in her own special, sexy way, show me just 
what girls did when they were attracted to each other, what girls did in 
order to kill that hunger that was deep inside them, that hunger that no man 
could really understand. 

Nancy kissed my face softly and ran her tongue over my neck again and sent 
that chill into my spine, that chill of lust and eagerness that I had 
already felt so many times that afternoon. 

Then we moved up on the bed together where we could be more comfortable. 

The blonde woman ran her hand over my naked body, touching me with a 
fluttering touch of her fingers, and she moaned to me with words that made 
me newly proud of myself. 

"You are so sexy, Terri," she said, "Sexier than any of the women in St. 
Louis." 

I closed my eyes and felt those words enter me and those fingers touch me 
and felt wonderful. 

"The women in St. Louis are older and more jaded, Terri," she said. "Don't 
ever become jaded. Keep that girlishness for as long as you can." 

"I will, Nancy," I promised with a sigh. 

I spread my legs as I felt her fingers moving down to that place between 
them, to that spot where I wanted Nancy's fingers to be. She ran her fingers 
over my black, sparse, young cunt-hair and I shivered with that touch. Ralph 
had not touched me there the night before. Even with his gentleness, he was 
still a male and he had only wanted to fuck me, to shove his stiff cock up 
into my cunt. I knew that Nancy was in no hurry and that made me feel even 
warmer toward her, as if I was more of a complete being for her than I had 
been for that boy the day before. For Ralph, ultimately, I had been a cunt 
and a pair of tits that he played with in order to get hard. For 

Nancy, I was a complete person, and she wanted to touch all of me. 

She slipped her fingers over my wet pussy lips and I felt those lips vibrate 
with lust when she touched them. I gasped and put my arms around her and 
held her close to my own, girlish, naked body. 

This was it! I could already feel the hunger leaving me, the hunger that had 
engulfed me. 

Nancy took her fingers away from my cunt, as if she did not want to give me 
too much pleasure too soon. And I respected that decision. I wanted to climb 
slowly with her. I wanted to move up to the peak that I had never visited 
before and then I would do whatever she wanted me to do in order to float 
down with an orgasm. 

The blonde woman ran her fingers over my soft inner-thighs and that felt 
good too, warming and exciting. I could feel my own girlish muscles clench 
and tighten with the enthusiasm, the sexual greed that was filling me. I 
wanted more and more of her. I wanted more and more of the experience and 
the lesson that she was giving me with her wild and rapid and sexy and soft 
fingers. 

Nancy moved down my body and started to lick one of my tits. She ran her 
tongue over the top of the mound and I shivered with desire. This was so 
great, so wonderful. And her tongue was warm and wet and lively, all the 
things that a girl wants from another woman's tongue, I thought. She licked 
my soft flesh with a rapid movement and I knew that she was heading for my 
nipple, for that soft pinkness that was already getting hard and bumpy with 
the thrills that she was giving me. 

What woman could want anything more? My mind exploded with that question. 

Ralph had sucked on my tit the day before, but he had not given me this 
pleasure. He had not made me wait at all. He had just clamped his mouth on 
my tit and sucked away while he played with his cock and got it hard. Nancy 
knew that part of the sexual pleasure that a woman got from any experience 
in bed was heightened by the waiting, by the knowing and the waiting. I knew 
that she was going to suck on my nipple with her wet, warm, soft mouth, and 
I heaved because I wanted her to do just that. But I had to wait, to wait 
until she knew that I was ready to receive her mouth with all of my girlish 
enthusiasm. I lifted my body on that bed and tensed my muscles and moaned to 
her. 

"Oh, Nancy, your tongue is wonderful," I sighed. 

But the blonde still took her time, still kept me waiting. She ran her 
tongue down my tit and by-passed my nipple for the moment. She lifted my 
breast, the gland that suddenly seemed like a mountain on my body because it 
was so filled with nervous and sexual desire, and she ran her tongue under 
my high jug. I shivered and moved on the bed as she continued to touch me 
with her fluttering fingers and hold me down. 

It was terrific, absolutely marvelous! 

The soft flesh under my tit had never been touched by another human being 
like that. Naturally, Ralph had not known how pleasant and exciting such a 
lick would be, how sensitive the nerves under my breast were. I had not 
known myself until that very moment. But Nancy had known because she too was 
a woman, a woman experienced in the ways of womanly love. 

And now she had shown me just what it felt like. I recorded the sensation in 
my feverish brain and I vowed to do the same thing to her when it was my 
turn to please her in that womanly way. 

She ran her tongue under my tit again and made me shiver with the lust that 
I felt for her at that moment. 

I put my hand on her head and felt her soft blonde hair and sighed to her. 

"Oh, that is wonderful, Nancy," I moaned. "I have never felt like this 
before." 

Then she let my big tit rest on my body and worked her tongue slowly up the 
curve of that mountain and I knew that, this time, she was going to suck on 
my pink nipple. I knew that I was finally going to feel what that touch from 
a woman was like. I knew that it would be better than anything I could ever 
feel from a man. I yearned to have all of that passion centered on my 
nipple, and I took my hand off her head so as not to delay her in her 
movement to that nipple. 

I put my hands on my own head and lifted my tits high with my movement and 
tensed my body and waited, waited with that thrilling sensation of her 
tongue and her lips filling me up with desire that I had never felt before 
in my teen-aged life. 

And, finally, Nancy put her warm, wet mouth on my nipple and kissed it 
softly. 

And I sighed and dug my fingers deep into my own dark hair. 

She kissed the pinkness again with another soft touch. 

And my body bucked convulsively with the yearning that I felt for her. 

Then Nancy, my teacher and my lover and the older woman of my life, the 
woman who was filling me up and giving me more pleasure than I had ever 
hoped to experience in bed, that blonde and sexy Nancy sucked my nipple into 
her lips and sent the soft heat of womanly lust coursing through my body, 
heading for my quaking, girlish cunt. 

It was terrific! And I knew then that I would always be a certified, 
dedicated, girl-loving girl. 

I knew then that nothing I could have with a man could match the pleasure 
that I was having at that moment. 

Again, I put one of my hands on her soft, blonde hair and rubbed her head 
lightly with my fingers to let her know how much I enjoyed what she was 
doing to me. 

And I kept my other hand on my head and rubbed it and felt united with Nancy 
in a very sexy and womanly way. I had never felt so united with anyone 
before. 

My nipple got harder and bumpier as she sucked on it and my other nipple 
also got hard too. I moved the hand that had been in my hair down to my 
other tit and played with that one as she sucked the other one. I was so 
filled with passion and lust and pleasure, so filled with fiery, girlish 
sexuality that it seemed to me that anywhere I touched myself or she touched 
me was exciting. I was a teen-aged bundle of sexual nerves, sexual fire, 
sexual lust. I was complete in my sexuality, and I liked feeling complete 
with Nancy. 

As Nancy sucked on my nipple, she lay over my naked body. Without even 
thinking about it, I moved my leg and slipped my girlish thigh between her 
legs. She spread her legs for me and I found myself rubbing my thigh against 
that soft, hairy thatch of wet womanly pussy. I could feel the cream from 
her cunt seeping onto my thigh and I sighed and felt that I was doing 
something to please her. I was glad that her cunt was wet because I knew 
that my own twat was very wet, was quaking with exploding juices that were 
trickling out of my pussy-lips. I felt that Nancy and I were again alike in 
a very special, loving way. 

And I could not think of any other person that I wanted more to be like. 

I sighed and tossed on that bed and touched her hair and my own feverish 
flesh and continued to work my thigh against her wet pussy as she sucked on 
my nipple. It was such a delicious feeling. I could think of nothing that 
would be better for me or for any other girl who felt the hunger that men 
could not satisfy. 

And I wondered how many other girls out there did feel that hunger, did feel 
that wonderful, desperate fire in their bodies and their souls. I was 
certain that there must be many of them right there in Victory, Missouri. 

Finally, Nancy must have figured that it was time to do something different 
to me so that I would experience even more pleasure in her arms. She took 
her mouth off my nipple and she kissed it good-bye with a soft, wet kiss and 
she started to move down further on my body. 

like I said, I had sort of figured out what girls did to other girls. 

So I knew in my heart that she was headed for my cunt. 

And I could not get over the sudden tension that I felt in my body, the 
lovely, sexy tension. No mouth had ever been on my pussy before. I was 
anxious to find out what it was really like, to find out what I would really 
feel when her mouth was down there, licking me out and giving me pleasure. 

"Oh, Nancy," I heard myself sigh, "Lick my pussy. Lick my cunt, Nancy." But, 
again, she made me wait. She did not dive right into my pussy. She took her 
time and let the expectation build in me, let the fire build in my body. 

First, she moved slowly down my body, licking and kissing my soft, girlish 
skin. 

She ran her tongue into my navel and gave me a shock like nothing I had ever 
experienced before. I was certain that I had been struck with lesbian 
lightning. 

Then she kissed my navel and I felt the warmth rush into me. 

She moved down a little further and began to lick that sparse, girlish hair 
on my cunt. She made that hair wet and she sent little spasms of lust 
through my body when she put the pressure on that special part of me. She 
pressed her tongue down hard on my moan and I quivered and moaned again with 
the sexy spasms that went through me. 

Then she by-passed my cunt and I had to wait at little longer. 

The sexy, older blonde woman put her head between my legs and spread those 
feverish, jerking legs and licked the soft flesh .of my inner thighs. Those 
licks were so warm and so loving that I almost went insane with lust when 
she did that. 

She worked on both of them, licking first one thigh and then the other. When 
I glanced down, I could see her blonde head working back and forth. But I 
did not really want to look at her. I wanted to close my eyes and wallow in 
the feeling that she was giving me. 

So I did just that. I closed my eyes and I put my hands on my own big tits 
and I sighed and thought of myself as a climbing girl, a girl who was on her 
way to the highest peak that she had ever reached before. 

I had not come with Ralph, of course, but I had played with myself before 
and brought myself little orgasms in that way. But I knew that I had never 
experienced an orgasm like the one that Nancy was going to give me. I had 
never taken my time with myself the way that she was taking her time. I had 
never done or even imagined some of the things that she had already done to 
me. 

And I kept thinking of how good her mouth was going to feel when it was on 
my cunt. I kept thinking that that was going to be heavenly and that that 
mouth and that tongue was going to give me a celestial, lesbian orgasm, the 
best that any-girl could ever have. 

Nancy moved her mouth slowly to my pussy. 

When she kissed my cunt-lips that first time, I quaked on the bed and sighed 
and felt the rocking feeling in my stomach. Her mouth was soft and warm and 
wet, and so was my pussy. It seemed that the two things belonged together. 

I cried out to her with all of my girlish lust. 

"Oh, Nancy, do it to me! Oh, Nancy, I can't stand it any longer! Give me 
your tongue! Drive that fucking tongue into me!" 

But she did not do what I told her to do. She was in control and she knew 
best. She knew that I should wait just a little longer while she thrilled me 
with more sexy things that I could not even imagine before they finally 
happened to me. 

She ran her tongue around my quivering, pink pussy lips, and I knew that she 
must be tasting there the special, womanly taste of my juices. I massaged my 
own tits and I sighed to her. I wanted to know the truth about my inner 
self. 

"How do I taste, Nancy? How does my cunt taste?" 

And she, probably understanding how my girlish eagerness was working in my 
head and making me curious about this, answered me softly and truthfully. I 
could tell that she was speaking the truth, because no woman could ever lie 
about something like that. 

"You taste so sweet, Terri," she said. "You taste like wonderful fruit and 
you taste like the sea. You taste like all the good things in the world." 

And her answer to my girlish question filled my head with pride again. I was 
proud and happy that she enjoyed my taste. 

I spread my legs wide and murmured to Nancy with all of the lust that I felt 
at that moment. 

"Taste all of me, please," I sighed. 

And this time she followed my instructions, although the blonde woman still 
took her time with me. 

Using those fluttering, nimble, womanly fingers, the blonde spread my 
pussy-lips and moved her fingers into me. I sighed and gasped again and 
tossed on the big, white bed. 

I had played with myself before but it had never been like this. 

This time, another woman's fingers were in my snatch. This time, she was 
controlling the action and I wasn't. This time, I knew that the fingering 
would lead to something wonderful, to the feel of her mouth on my cunt. 

All of this knowledge of new sensations shot through my head and made me 
feel as if I were going to burst from the sexual lust that overpowered me 
and grew and grew inside me. I was glad that my cunt was opened, that she 
had opened it with her fingers. I thought that the sexual lust would be able 
to escape through that juicy hole sooner or later. 

Nancy's fingers went deep into me and I sighed with all of the love that I 
felt for her and waited. I was used to waiting by now and I knew that the 
waiting would make it even better. But I still wanted it. I wanted to feel 
her tongue and her mouth working on my honey-pot. I wanted to explode with 
all of that lust and that girlish fever, explode with an orgasm right in her 
beautiful face. 

It seemed only right that I do that, I thought. 

And I wanted to do right things with Nancy. I wanted her to know that she 
had thrilled me that much. 

Her fingers slipped out of my pussy, but they still held my snatch open. 

I looked down and I saw that blonde hair move down over my cunt. 

And I knew that it was about to happen. I tensed my body and waited for the 
first invasion of her warm, wet tongue. It would not be an enemy invasion. 
It would be like something that was coming home, where it belonged. 

And I knew that my cunt would welcome her tongue as a mother welcomed a 
wayward child, with love and great emotion and great happiness. 

I was so happy at that moment that I felt the tears come to my girlish, dark 
eyes. 

The tongue shot into my pussy like a warm, sexy bullet. 

And I gasped and felt what I thought must be the ultimate in love. 

"Oh, god, Nancy!" I cried. "That is fucking wonderful!" 

And I lifted my hips as I spasmed with joy so that Nancy could work into me 
with more ease. I sighed and tossed and felt that tongue move deep inside me 
with all of the warmth of womanly love. 

There could not be anything better, I thought, anything better than this 
womanly sex that she was giving me. 

Her hands still worked over my body, those fluttering fingers doing their 
work on my stomach and my thighs. A couple of times they reached as high as 
my tits and I felt the pleasure that came to me when she touched my big, 
girlish tits with such a lovely, lively action. 

But it was her tongue that I had to concentrate on. That tongue seemed to be 
everywhere in my juicy cunt at the very same time. That tongue seemed to 
fill up my pussy and fill up every sexual need that I had ever had in my 
body. 

I rocked on the bed and Nancy lifted my legs and threw them over her 
shoulders and I dug my bare heels into her tanned back and tensed my muscles 
again and again as she used her tongue on me, gave me the best 
tongue-lashing of my life. 

And then her tongue was gone, leaving a cavern of cunt open in its absence. 
I wondered what had happened and I worried for a second. What if I tasted 
bad now, what if, somewhere deep inside my cunt, she had found something 
that was sour and had pulled away from it. I moaned and I almost started to 
cry. 

And then Nancy did that thing that was even better than the tongue-lashing 
that she had given me, and I knew that I had not turned sour on her. I knew 
that she still wanted me. 

She used that quick and sexy and lively tongue and struck it against my 
quivering, throbbing clit. When she did that, I gasped with a new 
excitement, as the electricity of what she was doing to me shot up my spine. 

She struck me again and again and again. 

And each strike added a new bolt of passionate fever to my already packed 
body. I did not know how much more I could stand of this. 

And then Nancy put her warm lips around that clitoris and started to suck on 
it and my thoughts vanished as the sexy feelings washed through my brain. I 
dug my heels into her back and bucked against her mouth as she held me down 
and I cried out to her with a voice that sounded like the voice of the 
tortured. 

"Oh, god! I am coming! God, I am coming, Nancy!" 

When I said that, when I announced to her that I was at the peak and ready 
to have my orgasm, her hands went wild on my body and her mouth sucked with 
a diligent softness and hardness on my clitoris until I felt that explosion, 
that wonderful and sexy explosion in my body. 

I cried out and lifted my arms high over my head and tensed my body and felt 
the fire running down from my brain, over my sexy body and out ray cunt, out 
that clit that she sucked on with such lesbian lust. 

It was the greatest orgasm that I had ever experienced and Nancy held onto 
me and worked with me and sucked on my clitoris until the long and violent 
thing was over, and I was truly a complete, little, teen-aged lesbian. 

Then, when it was over, she moved away from my cunt and climbed up me and 
kissed my lips and ran her tongue into my mouth so that I could taste a 
little bit of my own sweetness on that tongue. I sucked on that tongue and 
gave her pleasure too. 

We lay in bed and she held me and I noticed that the sun had gone down and 
that night had come. 

But I thought that it was actually the sunrise of my life. 

The sunrise of my lesbian lust and my lesbian life, I thought. 

And I felt warm, not kinky and not perverted. I felt warm and at home in 
Nancy's loving arms. 

And I wondered again how many other girls out there would crave the same 
kind of thing that I would crave, would want their emptiness filled as I had 
gotten my own filling with Nancy. 

I looked at the blonde who held me and I realized that I would have never 
thought that she was a lesbian when I looked at her at parties and around my 
house when she visited. 

There must be other pretty girls out there who liked girls too, I thought. 

And I determined in my teen-aged mind to find as many of those sexy lasses 
as I could. 

First, I thought, I would let Nancy train me in the way to please a woman 
completely. 

And then I would go out and find others. I would share them with Nancy if 
she wanted me to do that. I would show those other girls just what they had 
always needed, what they could only get from another girl or woman. 

You see, I was a lesbian already. 

But I was not yet a revolutionary. That change in my life came later. 

But the one thing led to another just as surely as a cunt-lapping from 
another woman leads to orgasm. 

And my story will tell you how that one thing led to another. My story will 
tell you all. 

When you learn about my experiences during the next few months of my life, 
perhaps you will understand why I now man the barricades and fight for the 
people, fight those forces that I was once such a complacent member of. 

But that came later. When I lay in Nancy's arms that night, I thought only 
of other girls. I did not think of politics at all. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

I trained with Nancy during the next few weeks. I learned all about a 
woman's body and I did for her many times what she had done for me. I tasted 
her pussy and found it sweet and I loved her with a greater passion than I 
had ever felt for any other person. 

But, even though I cared for the blonde, I wanted to try out other women. I 
did not tell her that. I could tell that Nancy, in her small-town 
loneliness, had grown to depend on me and want me near her as much as 
possible. She did not even go to St. Louis after she found me and started to 
train me. 

In a way, that hurt me. I did not want the blonde to become that attached to 
me. I knew that I would wind up roaming and I knew that that would hurt her 
a great deal. But I could not help myself. I was only sixteen and I was too 
young to be tied down to any one person, even a person as sexy and loving as 
Nancy was. 

So I did not tell her about my secret plans for other girls. 

I just learned as much as I could and kept watching for those signs, the 
signs that told me that some other girl wanted me as much as Nancy had 
wanted me. I ran over seduction methods in my mind when I lay in bed late 
at. night. I dreamed of girls that I knew, wealthy girls who were just like 
me, girls who deserved my kind of love. I thought about all my wealthy 
friends and wondered which ones were unsatisfied with boys, which ones would 
be open to the kind of passion that I could give them. 

You see, I was not yet a real revolutionary. I still thought of making love 
only to other girls who were in my social class, girls and women like Nancy, 
who were wealthy and perhaps a little bored with their rich lives. 

I would never have dreamed then that I would have found real passion with a 
girl-But I am getting ahead of myself again, too far ahead. 

Before I tell you about the girl who changed me so much, I must tell you 
about another female, a girl who was wealthy just as I was wealthy. Her name 
was Kim and she was blonde and cuddly and she lived in one of the biggest 
mansions in town. 

I knew Kim only slightly, knew her from school and knew her from parties 
that she often had at her house, parties for wealthy boys and girls from the 
hill. She had a large swimming pool and all the gang enjoyed swimming in 
that pool when the hot weather came upon us. 

And it just so happened that it got very hot in early May this year, sticky 
and humid and almost deathly. It was hot that Saturday afternoon when I went 
out for a walk in our imagine, wealthy neighborhood. 

I think I started off to see Nancy, but, mostly, I just wanted to take a 
walk and think and be alone, away from my parents. My mother had noticed 
that I was spending a lot of time with the blonde, rich divorcee and she 
thought that that was cute. She told me that she thought Nancy would be able 
to teach me a lot about getting along in the world. My parents liked her. My 
father lusted after her. I knew that. But the fact that my parents thought 
that she would be a good influence on me made things much more comfortable, 
much easier. I was even able to spend the night at her house a couple of 
times because my mother and my father never suspected that we were actually 
lovers, that those nights and afternoons I spent with Nancy were filled with 
cunt-loving fun and lesbian lust. 

I often wonder what they would have done if they had known. My father would 
have probably envied me because he wanted to go to bed with Nancy so much. 
And my mother would have probably ignored it because she was used to 
ignoring things, such as my father's sexual escapades with other women and 
ray older sister's strange, radical ways. Linda had already exploded a 
couple of times when she came home from college, exploded and cursed them 
both for being so piggish in their wealth and their attitude toward the 
lower classes. That had bothered me because I was not used to such things 
from anyone, but my mother had assured me that it was just a phase that 
Linda was going through, that all college girls get radical for a semester 
or so and then they settle down and take courses that would turn them into 
good wives of the upper classes. 

"I remember my college days," my mother said dreamily. "I used to smoke 
cigarettes and listen to jazz records and I dated boys who wore goatees." 

When she said that, I could hardly keep myself from asking her if she missed 
those wild and rebellious days of her youth, the days before she settled 
down and married my clean-shaven father. I also wondered if she had fucked 
some of those goateed college boys. But I knew that I would never be able to 
ask my mother something like that. Sex was never discussed in our imagine, 
big house. 

And my father just huffed when Linda came up with some of her radical ideas 
and walked out of the room. He did not take either one of his daughters 
seriously at all. I do not think that he took any woman seriously, even my 
mother, even the girls that he fucked on the side, even Nancy whom he lusted 
for. He lived in a real man's world, the world of small-town business and 
banking. 

I was thinking all of those things as I walked around the neighborhood that 
hot and humid afternoon and I was wondering what was going to happen to me 
when I went off to college. I hoped that I could turn radical too, if only 
for a little while. 

But I did not want to date boys with goatees. I wanted to find some sexy 
college girls and love them and see what college really had to offer to a 
girl like me. 

I was walking around in a dreamy daze when I heard the car horn honk behind 
me. I turned and I saw Kim coming up in her little foreign convertible. She 
smiled and waved at me and stopped the car right next to me. 

"Hi, Terri," she said. "Sure is hot today, isn't it?" 

"Yes, it is," I muttered. 

I did not know if I really wanted to be disturbed by this girl. I had always 
considered Kim sort of mindless, and I thought that I would rather spend my 
time thinking sexy, dreamy thoughts than talking about the weather with her. 

But then she grinned at me and I thought that I caught that look in her eye, 
that appreciative glint that I had seen in Nancy's eye too. I could not be 
sure, but I drew closer to the car to see if I could catch it again. 

"I was thinking of going home and swimming. My folks are away for the 
weekend and the servants are off. Would you like to come with me, Terri?" 

Still, I could not be sure, but there was something in the way that Kim 
looked at me, something in the way that she spoke that told me that she 
wanted more than just a swimming partner on a hot and sticky afternoon. I 
thought that it was at least worth an effort. She was sexy in her blonde, 
little-girl, cuddly way. 

"That sounds nice," I said with a smile. 

"Get in," she said, opening the door for me. 

I did get in and we drove toward her big mansion as she continued to glance 
and grin at me. I wondered why she was doing that, and then I wondered if my 
girl-loving, secret self, the self that I had only shared with Nancy so far, 
showed in any way. If an empty-headed girl like this little, blonde sexpot 
could see it, I thought, it must really show. 

But I was not certain of anything. I sat there and felt the breeze blow 
through my hair and worked over a seduction plan in my head. I would take my 
time with her, I thought, and I would just wait and see. 

She lived only a block away from the, spot where she had picked me up. We 
got to her mansion in a couple of minutes. She stopped the little car in 
front of the big, front door and she got out and bounced into the house. I 
followed her. 

She went through the house to the swimming pool in back. 

The mansion was deserted. There was no one around. If this girl was not just 
lonely, was not just trying to be friendly in her stupid, silly way, she 
might really be interested in me, I thought. This was certainly the right 
place to have a little, lesbian experience. 

As we went through the kitchen, she stopped and got a bottle of cola out of 
the refrigerator and put ice in two glasses. She carried that stuff with her 
to the edge of the pool and then she sat the bottle and the glasses on a 
little table there and poured the cola into the glasses. She handed me one. 

Then she took a deep breath and she said something that she had obviously 
been meaning to say for a long time. . 

"Why don't you go out with Ralph any more, Terri?" she asked. 

Her question took me aback for a moment. Ralph had called me a few times for 
another date, but I had always told him that I was busy. Finally, he had 
stopped calling me and I had forgotten all about him. I was too wrapped up 
in my relationship with Nancy and all the things that she was teaching me to 
even think about that boy who had fucked me and left me feeling empty. 

But I knew that Kim and Ralph were good friends, and then everything came 
clear to me. I looked at her and I asked her the question. 

"Has Ralph talked to you about me and him?" 

"Yes," Kim admitted. "He was very hurt that you did not want to go out with 
him. He really-likes you, Terri." 

"Oh," I said, trying to act girlishly and sipping on my cola, "he will find 
some other girl. He is a very handsome and sexy guy. He should have no 
trouble at all getting dates." 

"Well, he doesn't," Kim said. "But he still thinks that maybe he did 
something to make you mad at him." 

"Oh, he didn't do anything to make me mad," I assured the blonde. 

We sat down in two chairs and Kim looked into my eyes, as if she thought 
that I was trying to keep some kind of secret from her. Of course, I did 
have a secret, but I kept thinking that it would be nice to share that 
secret with her, if I sensed in her look that girl-lust that I had glimpsed 
for a second there in the car. 

"Why don't you go out with Ralph?" I asked. "You two are good friends and 
all-" 

"Oh, we are too good as friends," she said. "I have known Ralph since we 
were both children and we are very close, but he is more like a brother to 
me than anything else, and I like it that way. We talk to each other and 
sometimes we go to the movies together, but I could never think of doing 
anything really intimate with him. I know him too well for that." 

And then the little blonde took another deep breath and I knew that she was 
going to bring up something else, something that had been troubling both her 
and her brother-figure, Ralph. I figured I knew what it was, but I wanted 
her to say it. I wanted to make sure that she knew about my fucking Ralph. I 
had worked that into my seduction plan too. 

"I know that you and Ralph-uh, you know, Terri," she muttered. "And I don't 
think any the less of either of you for doing-well, you know, it." 

She was embarrassed to even bring up the subject, so I thought that I would 
shock her a little bit. I knew from my experience with Nancy that there was 
nothing like a little shock to get a teen-aged girl seduced in a hurry. 

"You mean, you know that Ralph and I fucked that last time that we went 
out," I said. 

When she heard that, when she heard that word, she sighed and seemed to 
relax. 

"Yeah," she said girlishly. "I know that you and Ralph fucked." 

I waited for her to say something else. I knew that she had some kind of 
revelation all prepared for me, that that was the reason that she had 
invited me to join her for a swim that afternoon--. I looked out at the pool 
and thought that it did look inviting, but I had to wait. I had to wait 
until I had gained a new intimacy with this girl. Then I would put my 
seduction plan into action with her. 

She did looked very good sitting there, shyly trying to think of the words 
to put her ideas and her questions into. She was wearing a halter-top and a 
pair of imagine shorts. She was tanned already from lying around her own 
pool and her lips were quivering with her nervous attempt to make meaningful 
conversation with me, to help out her old friend Ralph as much as she could. 

Finally, she worked up the courage to say it. 

"Ralph thinks that he may not have been very good with you that time, when 
you two-uh, fucked. He thinks that he may have left you feeling bad or 
something. You see, Ralph had only done it once before, and-Well, he thinks 
that you just don't think he is a real man, and that bothers him." 

I thought about it. I could imagine that handsome, teen-aged boy pouring out 
his soul to his little blonde friend and telling her how badly he felt about 
being left high and dry after he had fucked me. 

His youthful masculinity had been threatened by my refusal to date him 
again. 

And I thought that it was not that Ralph was not a real man. He was too much 
of a man for my taste. How could I tell the girl who sat there wondering 
what she could do to bring me and Ralph back together again that I did not 
care about men, that I liked the soft sexiness of girls and women? 

I thought about it for a second and then touched Kim's arm and tried to put 
my feelings into words that she would accept, words that might lead up to a 
lot of fun with this blonde. 

"You tell Ralph that he did just fine," I said. "You tell me that I think of 
him as a man. It is just that I am a little confused right now and I don't 
want to hurt him. If we went out again, he would want to fuck again, and I 
am not sure that I could handle that emotionally right now. It is not that 
he failed me. It is just that there is something else that I am trying to 
find and I don't think that I can even define it for you." 

She looked up at me and I could tell by the expression in her eyes that she 
felt vaguely sorry for me. I knew that I had taken a bold step then. I knew 
that she thought I was being truthful with her and that she accepted that 
and appreciated that. 

I could imagine that very few of Kim's wealthy girlfriends ever thought 
about any of the complexities of life and they probably never discussed them 
with a girl like Kim. 

"You tell Ralph that, okay, Kim?" I said. 

"All right. I will tell him. But what is it that you are trying to find, 
Terri?" 

"I don't know for sure," I said, knowing full well what I wanted to find. 

I wanted to find a lot of hot, little cunts to play with. 

"I think I sort of understand what you mean," the blonde said. 

And I figure that I had her then. She was going to open up with me and tell 
me things that were truthful, things that confused her, things that she 
would never reveal to most of her girlfriends. She responded to the truth 
that she sensed in me with her own truth, but I wondered just how 
interesting her truth could be. To me, Kim had always seemed only interested 
in parties and swimming and good times. 

But I found out that afternoon that I was wrong. 

"Terri," she said softly, "if I tell you something, will you promise never 
to reveal it to any other living soul?" 

"I promise," I said earnestly and I leaned in close to her her dreaded 
secret. 

"I fucked Ralph too," she said. "I did not really care for him that way, 
but, one afternoon, about six months ago, we were fooling around here in the 
house and we were all alone and we both wanted to find out what it was like 
and we fucked. And I have regretted that ever since. I just wanted him to be 
my friend. It felt a little bit like I was fucking my own brother, except, 
of course, I don't have a brother." 

And I smiled at her with a soft look in my eyes to let her know that I 
understood just how she felt. I thought that this worked in well with my 
plan, that this gave us something in common, especially if Ralph, in his 
stupid, boyish ways, had left this blonde feeling as empty as he had left 
me. 

I did not say anything. I wanted her to continue, to reveal more of her 
secrets to me. 

"I felt real guilty about doing that, and I felt something else too, Terri. 
I never told Ralph this. It would kill him if he knew how I felt about it. 
But I felt sort of unsatisfied. It was like he had taken me up to the 
mountain and then had told me to walk down by myself." 

That did it. I knew then that Kim and I had a lot in common, more than I had 
ever dreamed. In my fantasies about other girls that I knew, I had never 
even considered making love to Kim. And yet that is what I wanted to do at 
that instant. I wanted to make love to her more than anything else in the 
world. 

She would be my first new girl. I would seduce her just as Nancy had seduced 
me. Now that she had revealed the truth about her own emptiness, I would 
give her truth about myself too, just as Nancy had told me the truth about 
her own experiences in St. Louis. But I needed to know one more thing before 
I could reveal all to this blonde. 

"Maybe it was just Ralph and the guilt that you felt about doing it with 
him," I suggested. "Did you ever try to fuck any other guys, Kim?" 

And we were so close, emotionally and physically, at that moment, that she 
could not lie to me, even if she had wanted to. 

"Yes," she admitted softly. "I tried it with Ray Edwards and it was just the 
same with him as it was with Ralph. It was all right, but it did not really 
give me something that I felt was special, important, something to remember, 
you know, Terri?" 

"Oh, yes, Kim," I said, nodding my head, 'I know all too well just what you 
mean." 

"That is what confuses you too, then." 

"Exactly," I told her. 

"And, Terri," she said softly, "there is one more thing. Oh, Terri, you must 
really promise not to tell anyone else about this. I don't know what I would 
do if this got out. It would just kill me, Terri. Please, promise." 

She was working herself up into a great fit of anxiety. I put my hands on 
her bare, tanned shoulders and tried to calm her as spoke to her softly. 

"I promise, Kim. You. are my friend. I would never do anything to hurt you.' 
And then I could tell that she felt better and more calm and I waited for 
the most terrible secret in Kim's soul. I wondered just how terrible any 
secret Kim had could be. She was such a little mindless innocent, I thought. 

. When she said it, she said it softly, almost whispering it, although we 
were alone on the grounds of that house. 

"I know that I can have fun, that I can experience something worth 
remembering, Terri, because, when I was thirteen years old my cousin came to 
visit me and she and I slept together in the same bed for three nights and 
we-we-we-" 

She could not get "the words out, but I knew what she was trying to say. A 
lot of girls did that when they were young and adventurous. I had not. I had 
come to my lesbianism late in life, when I was in full, sexual bloom. 

But I thought that I would help the girl out and let her know that I 
understood at the same time. 

"You and your cousin played with each other, right?" I said with a smile. 

Now that the words were out and filling the hot, spring air, she felt 
relieved and she was calm again. 

My smile had calmed her. She knew that I did understand and that I would not 
tell anyone else. 

"Right," she admitted. "Right." 

"And you enjoyed that more than you enjoyed either of the boys that you 
fucked?" 

"Yes, Terri. Does that make me a weirdo, Terri?' I grinned at her and 
touched her hair in a light, quick way, as a girlfriend would touch her to 
show her that she was being silly. 

"Fuck, no, Kim," I said cheerfully. "Oh, I guess There are people here in 
Victory who would think that that made you strange or perverted. But those 
people have their heads up their small-town ass-holes. I think that it just 
makes you normal. I do stuff with women myself." 

And the blonde's blue eyes grew big with amazement. 

"You too, Terri?" she asked. 

I could tell from her expression that she was both surprised and pleased by 
the news. 

"Sure. That is one reason why I have not gone out with Ralph again. There's 
a woman here, Kim, and you know her too. That woman offers me everything 
that I could ever want to have in sex. I don't really have any interest in 
Ralph or any other fellow right now. 

"Who is she?" Kim asked. 

But I smiled at her and shook my head. 

"I can keep a secret, Kim," I said, "especially when it involves something 
like this." 

And I could tell that my refusal to name names made Kim feel more at ease. 

I knew what the little blonde was thinking at that moment. 

She was thinking that, if I did not tell her the name of the woman, then I 
could be trusted not to mention her own girl-loving ways to anyone else. 

And I could see that flicker across her eyes, that flicker of interest in me 
as more than just a friend. 

But Kim was not ready to admit that interest yet. 

So she stood up and pulled off her halter-top with a quick movement and 
spoke to me in a voice that sounded something like a cheer. 

"Let's swim naked," she said. "That will be fun." 

"Sure," I agreed, jumping up. 

And the two of us stripped off our clothes with quick motions and we dove 
into the pool. Kim beat me there by a matter of a couple of seconds. 

We swam naked in the cool water. I was willing to wait, I thought as I swam. 
We both knew that it was going to happen for certain very soon. But I would 
let Kim get the thought firmly in her mind before it did happen. That way, 
it would not surprise her or leave her feeling guilty or used. 

And I certainly did not want her to feel used about anything. I wanted her 
to enjoy this experience as much as I was going to enjoy it. 

We swam naked back and forth in the pool, squealing and crying out like 
children. And then Kim swam to one end of the pool and turned to face me and 
reached up and held herself there, floating and waiting for me to join her. 

And the look in her eye told me that she wanted it as much as I did, that 
she had decided in her own girlish mind that it would be right and fun. 

I swam toward her slowly, gracefully, and I ended up right between her 
outstretched legs. I knew that she wanted me there. I moved between her legs 
and floated there, with my big tits touching her own. 

"You can trust me, Kim," I said softly. "You can trust me." 

"I know," she murmured, smiling sweetly at me. 

And then we kissed. I moved my face close to her and gave her the softest 
kiss that I was capable of. 

And she answered my kiss with her own passion and held me there in the 
water. 

I realized then that I had been wrong about Kim, that she was more sensitive 
than I had ever thought her to be. 

In my arms, in the water, she seemed like the most sensitive girl in the 
world at that moment. 

When our kiss was over, she grinned at me happily and she made a suggestion. 

"Let's get out of the water and lie in the sun," she said.k 

"Okay," I agreed. I would have agreed to anything to be near her. . 

I kept thinking that Kim was my first girl. Nancy had been a woman and had 
been my trainer. Kim was a girl just like me and I had the chance now to 
work out everything that I had learned from Nancy on Kim's sexy body. 

We moved out of the pool and lay on the concrete at poolside. 

The sun felt good on our wet bodies, and Kim looked good as she lay down on 
the warm concrete on her back. 

Her tits seemed to shimmer in the sun. 

I lay down next to her and touched her soft, wet blonde hair with my 
fingers. 

Then we kissed again, and this kiss was passionate and long and 
tongue-twisting. This was the kind of kiss that lovers exchanged. As I 
kissed her, I put my hand on her tits and massaged them. She moaned in my 
ear just as I had moaned to Nancy on that first afternoon. 

Although Kim had had one other girl before, her cousin, I could not help but 
think of her as a lesbian virgin on this afternoon. Her cousin did not 
really count, I thought. That experience was a part of her life as a 
youngster, but now Kim was a young woman, a young lesbian. Now she was ready 
for the big-time and I was going to give her the lesbian loving of her life. 

I moved my hands over her tits and kissed her face and tasted the water from 
the pool there. Then I moved my lips down and licked her big breasts and 
kissed them and tasted the water that clung to her there under the sun. 

I kept thinking of my resolve to give this girl the best loving that I could 
possibly give her. 

And I tried to remember just how Nancy had worked with me and thrilled me 
that first afternoon of my lesbian life. 

I would thrill Kim in just the same way, I determined. 

But I knew that I could not take the time that Nancy had taken with me. I 
knew that I was too excited at this, my first real seduction. 

I sucked one of Kim's firm, pink nipples into my mouth and started to work 
on it. 

The girl trembled and shook under me and she sighed. 

"Never like this, Terri," she whimpered. "Not with my cousin, not with 
anyone. Never like this before in my life. Oh, God, Terri, you are so good." 

And I knew just how she felt. It had not been that long ago that I had been 
thinking that I had never experienced anything like this before. 

Now she was the girl who was experiencing new things and I was the trained 
lesbian who was giving her that experience. 

I felt powerful and adult and mature and full of pride as I sucked on her 
nipple and felt it harden under my lips with real, girlish passion. Never 
like this, I kept thinking. She had never had anything like this before, and 
I wondered if she would ever have anything like this again. 

A sexy girl like Kim, I thought, could get all the girls she wanted-if she 
wanted more girls when I was finished with her. 

I sucked on her nipple passionately and I ran my fingers over her body. 

I kept them fluttering, just as Nancy had often done with me. 

And it was not long before my fluttering fingers found her aching, juicy 
twat. 

I shoved a finger into her hole and held her while she gasped and jerked 
under me. 

And I continued to suck on her nipple with my mouth. 

I fingered her juicy twat and I was surprised that it felt very small. I 
could barely get one finger into it, it seemed. But it was small and perfect 
and filled with pussy cream for me. 

I was proud that I was causing such a lesbian feeling in this girl. 

I worked my finger in and out of her pussy and then I could not wait any 
longer. I had to find out what this girl tasted like down there. I had only 
tasted one other female and I knew that Nancy was sweet and yummy. And I 
wondered if all girls were sweet and yummy like that. I suspected that they 
were. But I had to know for certain. 

So I took my mouth off Kim's nipple and ran my head down her body, smoothly 
and quickly. 

Then I decided that I could wait for a little longer. I decided that when I 
looked at Kim's fresh, young, wet feet. 

Her toes were long, like little cocks, I found myself thinking, although 
cocks in themselves had never turned me on. 

I wanted to suck on those sweet, long toes, those girlish toes. And I moved 
down to her feet quickly before she could think about what I was going to 
do. 

When I moved down her body so quickly, Kim did look up, and I could tell 
when I glanced at her expression that she was wondering what I was going to 
do. Her legs were stretched wide and she had obviously expected me to suck 
on her pussy. I grinned at her and then moved down to the bottom of her body 
as she lay there on the heated concrete. I felt the sun add the same heat to 
my own, wet body. I felt chilled and hot at the same time and I recognized 
the feeling. I knew that I was getting turned on, just as I had been so 
turned on with Nancy so many times there in her white bedroom. 

But this was different and better, I thought. 

This was a new girl and I was the seducer, and we were also doing it 
outside, in the sunlight. I felt proud of my lesbianism at that moment and I 
liked the idea that the sun was looking down on us as we made love and 
spreading its warmth over our bodies. I liked the idea that we were outside, 
and I knew that I wanted to make love to a girl sometime out in the middle 
of the woods, surrounded by nature. This back-yard pool was all right for a 
starter, but I wanted to be in even more natural surroundings someday with 
my fresh, young, natural, lesbian love. 

I moved my face over her feet and I lay there and sucked on her toes. I 
started with the big toe of the left foot and slowly moved my way over to 
her other foot. I sucked the water from those fresh, long toes and I felt 
powerful when I did that. I felt very natural to be sucking on her toes like 
that, sucking and being sweet with her. And her toes tasted good, like 
little sticks of candy in my mouth. 

Kim giggled when I did that and then she started to feel the passion of my 
mouth and she stopped giggling. 

She moaned and moved and I saw her move her own fingers down to her cunt. 

I knew that her cousin had probably never done this to her, had probably 
never filled her with such a delicious, candy-like emotion. I knew that I 
was doing it better than any girl had ever done it to Kim, or any boy too. 
And I felt my lesbian, girlish pride growing with each second and each moan 
that the blonde made as she fingered her own sweet, candied pussy. 

If her toes tasted like candy, I thought, then her pussy must be the 
greatest candy of all. 

I wanted to make my journey up to her pussy quickly, but I stalled my own 
emotions and my own needs. I determined that I would not leave her toes 
until I had sucked each and every one of them. 

And then, finally, I was finished with the toes and I was ready to move up 
and taste that ultimate candy sweetness of a girl. She smiled at me when she 
saw me coming up and up. 

I tried to take my time but the emotions, the girlish needs in my head were 
too strong. I licked the legs of the girl and the thighs, but I did not want 
to make the girl wait too long. I did not want to make myself wait that 
long. 

I wanted to get up there and lick out that cunt. 

It was as simple as that, I thought, simple and sweet in the afternoon sun. 

Kim moaned and tossed there on the concrete as I worked up to her. I could 
tell that she was already wallowing in the lust that I had given her and I 
wanted to see her wallow more, wallow until she came with all of the lesbian 
lust that a cute, little girl like Kim had in her body. 

And I moved my face to that blonde-haired patch between her legs and smelled 
the aroma of wet and excited cunt. It was an aroma much like Nancy's, I 
thought. It was an aroma that always reminded me of the sea. 

And it seemed right that I should think of the sea. 

We had just gotten out of the pool and we were lying there beside the water. 

In my mind, Kim and I became sea creatures, watery lovers, and I let my 
fantasy ramble in my head until I thought that Kim and I were floating 
together there on the sea, floating and loving each other as I put my face 
to her snatch and licked her pink, quivering pussy lips. 

I tasted the sea in Kim, tasted her candied, sea sweetness as it poured out 
of her cunt and over her pink lips. She floated and tossed on the sea of 
lesbian lust as I did that. And then I spread her pink lips with my fingers 
and moved my tongue into her as I lay there between her legs and I felt her 
rock like a stormy sea as I started to tongue out her cunt. 

I was lying with my tits and my stomach on the hot concrete at poolside, but 
I imagined myself on the sea, floating and tossing like a sailor that was 
lost but happy to be in his natural element. 

I drove my tongue into her pussy and tasted all of the sea that flowed 
inside Kim. 

She jerked under me and moaned. I held her down just as Nancy had held me 
down with her fluttering touches so many times before on that wide bed. And 
the sun beat down on us as Kim put her hands on her own tits and squeezed 
them and moaned to me with a voice that was filled with girlish lust. 

"Never like this before, Terri. You are so good. You are great. Lick my 
cunt, Terri. Never like this before." 

And I knew that I was filling up her emptiness just as my own emptiness had 
been filled for the first time when I had first made love to Nancy, and I 
felt like some disciple who was spreading a gospel and making a new convert 
to a fantastic, soul-filling religion. 

I tongue out her pussy, driving deep into her honey-pot and working my 
tongue around in there with a slow, relishing motion. And then I pulled my 
tongue out. I could tell by the heat that Kim was generating, by the emotion 
that she was showing that she was climbing that mountain of orgasm quickly 
and I wanted to suck her when she came down from the lesbian peak. 

I struck her throbbing clit with my tongue again and again, and, just as I 
had often done, she gasped and jerked there in the sunlight as I hit her 
with such a sexy blow. She spoke to me in murmurs that were quick and filled 
with lesbian lust. 

"God-That feels great-Do it, Kim-Whatever you want to do-Never like this 
before-Never like this." 

And then I knew that she was ready for the final stage in lesbian lust, the 
one that would take her off that peak and back down into a gentle, rolling 
sea when her orgasm was completed. I knew that she would feel fulfilled when 
I was finished with her, fulfilled as she had never been fulfilled before. 
She sighed as I took her clitoris into my lips and started to suck on it and 
it seemed to me that that sweet clit was the center of her candied body, her 
candied, sea-loving soul. 

As I sucked on her clit, she tossed back and forth on the sea of lust. 

And I held her down so that she would not toss out of my mouth. But I kept 
my fingers moving. Nancy had shown me that with her own sessions with me. I 
knew that that fluttering of fingers, the way that a woman's fingers can 
move over another woman, could give the girl who was coming an even better 
come. And I wanted Kim to have the best orgasm of all. I wanted her to be 
the kind of girl that I could return to and satisfy again with my mouth and 
my tongue. I thought that I could even teach this sexy blonde how to satisfy 
me, and that would bring us so close. We were already close. V We had 
already fucked the same man, and we had been left empty by that same 
handsome young fellow. Now I was going to fill her and make her even closer 
to me. 

I sucked and sucked and sucked on that clit as I kept my fingers moving, 
touching her stomach and her breasts and her lovely, fresh, watery flesh. I 
ran my finger into her navel and she jerked with even more delight there at 
the edge of the pool. 

And then Kim came. She came with all the desire in her body that she could 
muster, all the desire and tempest that I could give her with my lips and my 
sucking. She came and tossed and cried out as she felt that fulfilling, 
lesbian orgasm rush through her. 

"Oh, God, Terri," she cried, "never like this!" 

And I knew that I had made a very close friend, a friend for all the time 
that I wanted her around me. I kept sucking on her clit and felt powerful, 
victorious. When she started to ease, I sucked more lightly on the candied 
flesh of her clitoris. Then she sighed and let go of all her orgasm and lay 
on that peaceful sea and rested. 

I moved off her clit and came up her body quickly and held her and kissed 
her. She held me too, running her fingers down my back and giving me a 
thrill there. She rested for a moment in my arms and then she looked at me 
and smiled. 

"And what can I do for you?" she asked. "What can I do to repay you?" 

Those questions made my heart leap with joy. 

She wanted to repay me for the orgasm that 

I had given her. 

She was really getting into this experience, this new kind of love, and she 
wanted to taste more of it. 

That was the moment that I knew that I had found someone very sweet and dear 
to me. 

And I thought that I would never be able to find anyone who would be that 
sweet and dear again. 

Of course, at that time, I was still young and very conscious of my social 
class. I had not experienced the things that my sister gave to me. That 
would come later and- 

But I am getting ahead of myself again. I just seem to want to rush to the 
end of my story too quickly. I need to learn to pace myself with 
story-telling, as I learned to pace myself with lesbian love-making. 

I read somewhere that detail means everything when you are telling a story. 
I guess that I should give more details now. 

I guess I will detail for you what Kim did for me that afternoon. 

We lay next to each other and held each other there at poolside and she 
asked me what I could do for her and I could not really think of anything at 
that moment. No, wait. That is not right. I could think of a lot of things 
that she could do for me, but I did not know which things she would want to 
do, which things she would feel most comfortable doing. I kept in mind that 
this was her first real experience with mature and sexy lesbianism, and I 
did not know just how much that sexy, big-titted blonde was capable of. 

But I was soon to find out that she was capable of anything. 

When I did not say anything right away, when I just looked at her, she 
decided to take, the control of the situation into her own hands. She pushed 
me back on the warm concrete and moved her fingers down my body as I spread 
my legs. 

And she slipped her fingers into my juicy crack as I lay there and looked up 
at the lovely, blue sky. I moaned when she entered me, when she moved around 
in my twat. I remembered that she had had some experience and I thought that 
she probably played this little game with her cousin years before, when she 
had been too young to really know how to do much else. 

As her fingers fluttered in my cunt, her mouth moved over my neck and gave 
me chills there as she kissed me and held me 

And I spoke to her softly, to give her reassurance that she was pleasing me. 

"You are very good, Kim," I whispered to her. "You make me feel very good." 

"You are so sexy, Terri. I am glad we found each other in this way." 

"I am glad that we found each other too," I mumbled and then I lost myself 
in the feeling that her fingers were giving to my pussy. Two of them were in 
me, working back and forth and moving softly in me. She was doing a great 
job at this, I thought. 

"My cousin and I used to call this playing sticky-finger," she informed me 
with a soft voice. 

And I laughed a little. It seemed to be the perfect name for such a game, 
and I wondered why I had not played such a game with any of my little 
friends years before. Probably, I had known girls who wanted to play with me 
that way, and I had just not realized it. I felt a little sorry for myself 
when I thought of all the good times that I had missed out on, but I felt 
happy when I remembered that I had still found out about lesbianism, about 
girl-loving, when I was a teen-ager. At least, I had not felt that emptiness 
until I was thirty or so, as Nancy had had to do. 

Nancy. 

I felt a little bad when I thought of that blonde woman who had shown me all 
of this. 

Nancy obviously cared for me a great deal, but I reminded myself that I was 
a teen-ager and that I was too young to really settle down with any woman, 
even Nancy. And I thought of myself again as a disciple of some new and 
great religion. I knew that it was not new, but it was still new to me, new 
enough so that I felt the need to let all of my sexy girlfriends know about 
how good two girls could make each other feel, how fulfilling this kind of 
lust could be. 

And I wallowed in the feeling that Kim was. giving me at that moment with 
her fingers. 

The feeling grew as I felt her lips move down onto my nipple. My tits heaved 
as I took a deep breath. My tits were as big as hers and I thought that we 
made a good pair, like the light and the dark side of some crazy, twin-like 
lust that we shared for each other. I liked her big tits and her blonde hair 
and her pink, soft mouth that was now on my nipple, sucking me as she 
continued to finger out my snatch. 

I felt the sea in me begin to toss, and I floated on that sea with girlish 
pride and lust and emotion. 

This was the kind of sea that I wanted to drown in, that I never wanted to 
leave, I thought. 

It was the kind of sea that only came when another girl was with me. 

I floated and tossed and felt the spasms of sexual heat build in me as I 
looked at the blue, open sky. That blueness of the sky became for me the 
blueness of the sea. 

And I was drowning so peacefully in that peaceful emotion that I sighed with 
all of my lust and told the blonde again just how much she was pleasing me. 

"Oh, that is so fucking good, Kim. So fucking good." 

And I touched her damp, blonde hair with my fingers, touched her and let her 
know just how much I appreciated what she was doing for me. 

Then I heard a manly voice speak from somewhere very close to us. 

"Dykes," the man said. "I should have known it. Dykes." 

And I jerked and Kim jerked off me and pulled her fingers out of me and we 
both looked at the dark-haired, young man who stood there looking down on 
us. 

That was the most frightening moment of my life, for I thought that he would 
surely tell the whole town what he had seen us doing. I knew that Ralph 
hated both of us because we had made him feel like less of a man. 

And now Ralph had something on us that he could use to work out his hatred. 

Now he had seen us together and he knew the dreaded secret that Kim and I 
shared. 

Kim trembled with fear and I held her close and I muttered the words to him. 

"Ralph," I said, "we will do anything that you want us to do. Just don't 
tell." 

And the young man grinned with the devil in his eyes and pulled off his 
T-shirt and slipped out of his shoes. 

And, as he stripped, I knew just what he did want us to do. I knew what a 
boy like Ralph would always want girls to do for him. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It did not take Ralph long to get naked before us. 

But, as he took off his clothes and as I thought about what he wanted us to 
do, a million jumbled thoughts ran through my head. I resigned myself to 
fucking him, to doing what I had to do to make Ralph keep my secret. I knew 
what the girls at Victory High School would do to me and Kim if they found 
out about our secret little lust for each other. Most of them would never 
admit that they had feelings for other girls too, although I was sure that 
the idea had probably crossed the minds of most of my friends. They would 
throw us out of their social clubs and treat us like outcasts and call us 
filthy names. Even if I could take that, I thought, I knew that Kim could 
not and I knew that my parents and Kim's parents would be hurt if they 
thought that their daughters were not any good any longer, if they thought 
that their daughters did not belong to the best set any more. 

And I thought that Ralph was not all that bad. He was handsome and he had a 
strong, young, sexy body. And he had been gentle with me that first and only 
time that we had fucked. Even if he had not fulfilled me, he had not hurt me 
the way that I had heard that some boys hurt girls when they fucked them, 
especially if the girls were virgins. 

And I did not really need him to fulfill me now, I remembered. 

Now I had Kim and Nancy too for that fulfillment, that special lust that 
worked against my emptiness and left me satisfied. 

I could just fuck Ralph again and moan my way through it and make him think 
that he was very special, a very great fucker of a man, and then he would 
keep my secret and Kim's secret. I planned it all out very quickly as I 
watched him strip. 

And I also thought that it might be interesting to fuck-him again, to see if 
I had changed now so that I could be fulfilled by a man. Perhaps I could 
take a man and like it now that I really knew how it felt to have the 
emptiness in me filled. 

It might not be so bad after all, and it would prove something to Ralph 
about himself and about us. It would prove to him that we were not just 
dykes. 

So I gently pushed Kim away from me and moved up on my knees and watched as 
Ralph took off his shorts and stood there in the sun naked. I smiled at him 
and asked him the sexy question. 

"Do you want to start with me, Ralph?" I asked. 

But, as I asked that question, I moved my eyes down to his cock. 

That thing was meaty and long and looked strangely clean. 

That cock had been in my pussy, I remembered, and it had left me filling 
empty. 

But that seemed like a thousand years before. So much about me had changed 
in the last few weeks. 

I found myself actually anxious to experience cock again. 

And I wanted especially to experience Ralph's cock. It would make it a 
perfectly controlled, almost scientific experiment that would teach me a lot 
about my own emotions. 

I would fuck him and see if I liked it now, I determined. 

And I hoped that he chose me for his first fuck, for I knew that I was 
better prepared for it emotionally than Kim was. As I glanced at her, I saw 
that she was still frightened and had not yet resigned herself to the 
fucking that she would probably have to take from that cock. At least, she 
would have to take a fucking, I thought, if I did not fuck him first and 
fuck him so well that I wore that sexy young man out. 

"Do you want to start with me?" I asked again. 

He was looking from one girl to the other. I could tell that he was having 
trouble making up his mind. That devilment that I had seen in his eyes as he 
had stripped was gone now, and it was replaced by the old, boyish anxiety of 
a young man who was still not sure that he was quite the man that he was 
supposed to be. 

So I decided to make up his mind for him. I moved toward him on my knees and 
I touched his cock with my fingers. 

He looked down at me and I smiled up at him. 

When we had fucked before, I had not played with his cock. He had handled 
his own root while he sucked on my tit and got himself hard. And I had 
certainly not thought of doing for him what I was intending to do now. I was 
going to suck on his cock, I determined, because I knew that men liked that 
and I wanted to try it out. I had had my mouth on two pussies since that 
afternoon that Ralph and I had first fucked and I felt that my mouth was 
more experienced, more ready now. 

I looked back at the prick and closed my fingers around it. 

I stroked that meat and felt it grow hard in my hand as it began to stand up 
from his muscular, boyish boy. 

And I thought that it could be worse. I looked at his cock and thought that 
it looked very clean and fresh. And I remembered that I liked freshness. I 
wondered if Ralph had ever had his cock sucked on before, but I did not want 
to break the mood of that sunlight moment by asking him. I just hoped that 
he had not had his cock licked and sucked before. I hoped that this would be 
as new to him as it was to me. 

And, thinking that, I stuck out my tongue and licked the pink head of the 
hardening prick. 

And the way that Ralph reacted to that lick told me what I had wanted to 
know. He groaned and twitched with such a fury that I knew that he had never 
had his cock sucked before, had never felt that delicious feeling that I 
knew that I was giving him at that very moment. 

So I licked his prick-head again with a slow movement of my tongue and felt 
his body tense. I raised my other hand, the one that was not holding his 
cock, and I ran my fluttering, girlish fingers up the back of his leg and 
touched his buns as he twitched and tensed himself and moaned. 

"Yeah," he growled manfully, "that is what I want." 

And Kim asked him the question, wanted him to make his vow to both of us. 

"If we do things like this for you this afternoon, Ralph, will you promise 
not to tell anyone about what you saw us do, Ralph?" 

"Oh, God, yes, I promise, Kim. I promise, Terri. Oh, God, yes. Suck that 
prick, Terri. Put it in your mouth and suck that thing. I have never been 
sucked before." 

Once I knew that, it was easy to work up my girlish courage. 

I opened my lips and moved them over the cock and then pressed my mouth 
tightly around his meat. The dark-haired boy convulsed and I felt his cock 
quake in my mouth. It got harder and harder as I sucked on it, as I moved my 
head back and forth on that rod. 

If making love to women was the sea, I thought then this was dry land. This 
was a hike up a mountain peak. And the peak was his cock and I sucked on it 
and felt the thing throb and grow in me and I felt proud again because I 
knew that I was doing that to Ralph, turning him on in that way with my good 
and soft and sucking mouth. 

And I liked the idea that I was turning him on and making him feel better 
about himself that way. I sucked on the cock with all of the relish that I 
could feel in my girlish body and I touched my own tit as I felt the hard 
thing jab against the back of my throat. 

But I was afraid that Ralph would come in my mouth. 

And I knew that I did not want him to do that. 

So I took my mouth off his cock and I moved back on that concrete at 
poolside and I spread my legs and fingered my snatch. I was ready to fuck 
him then. 

My pussy had started to flood with juices when Kim had fingered me there. 

And it was quaking now with the pride and the tension and the excitement 
that I felt as Ralph lowered himself onto the concrete and moved between my 
legs. I remembered the first time that I had fucked him, and I thought that 
this time would be much better. It was already much better. I was turned on 
to this fucking as I had not been to the earlier one. 

And, even if it did not fulfill me, even if it did leave me a little empty, 
I would be able to handle that, I determined. I looked at Kim. She was up on 
her knees just a few feet away and she was watching me and Ralph with her 
eyes blazing with sexy interest. I smiled at her to let her know that she 
was still included in my lustful thoughts, and she smiled back. 

Then I turned my attention to Ralph. He was the important one now, I 
thought. 

He was the one that I had to please with my cunt. 

If I pleased him and made him feel like a man, I reasoned, he would keep our 
secret. 

And he was a nice boy and I did owe him something for all the harm that I 
thoughtlessly done to him when I had turned him down on those later dates. 

I felt that I owed him a fucking, a good, solid and sexy fucking that would 
please him even if it did not please me. 

Nancy and I had talked about men one time after we had made love and she had 
told him about things that she had discovered that men liked. She had spoken 
about it with disgust, but, now, as I watched Ralph move between my legs, I 
understood why men would want some of those things and I remembered that 
Nancy had said that men liked it when girls talked dirty to them, said 
things that you did not normally hear a female say. 

So I said those things to Ralph to please him and turn him on even more than 
he already was. 

I fingered my pink snatch and I sighed to him. 

"Oh, fuck me, Ralph. Fuck my cunt and make me feel good. I know that you are 
man enough to make that cunt feel great, Ralph. Fuck me. Tear my pussy open 
with your cock." 

And he grinned and moved closer and I lifted myself up on the warm concrete 
and I reached out and took his cock gently in my hand and guided him into my 
warm and sweet cunt. 

I felt the cock-tip move into me and I liked the filling that it gave me as 
it spread my pussy-lips. 

And then I let go of the cock and lifted my legs and leaned them against his 
body and I sighed to him with more truth in my voice, than I had really 
expected to have. 

"Oh, fuck me, Ralph. Show me what it is like now. I want to fuck you now and 
see how it feels." 

And Ralph grinned and leaned forward, pressing my legs back against my body. 

And he shoved his cock deep into my snatch. 

I squealed when he did that. It was not a gentle movement into me, but I 
found myself enjoying Ralph's new roughness. I pressed my legs against his 
body and let him lean forward as my cunt tightened around his cock and as my 
body tensed as if it were about to break into two sexy parts. I sighed to 
him with that new feeling that invaded me, just as his cock was invading me. 

"Oh, fuck me, Ralph," I moaned. "Fuck my cunt. That feels so good." 

And I was not lying, I was surprised to discover. 

This fucking did feel good, hard where girl-love was soft, fast where 
girl-love was slow. But the fucking was very meaningful for me at that 
moment. As Ralph fucked my hot, teen-aged pussy, as he worked his prick in 
and out of me with his strength and his hardness, I turned and looked at 
Kim, who was watching it all with such excitement and desire in her blue 
eyes. I reached out to her and she came to me and held my hand tightly in 
hers while Ralph fucked me. 

"It feels very good," I moaned to her, knowing that Ralph could hear me too, 
and knowing that the words would make him feel good and proud of his 
masculinity. "Ralph fucks like a young god." 

And the boy who was ramming me with his organ growled and laughed in a 
guttural way with his pride. 

As the ramming continued, I knew that it was not going to be as fulfilling 
as girl-love was for me, but I also knew that it did feel better than it had 
the first time. Ralph had not really changed that much, except that he was a 
little rougher now. I knew that the real change was in me. Now that I had 
tasted the fruits of lesbian love, I thought, I felt better about myself and 
I knew more what to look for in fulfillment. I sighed as Ralph leaned closer 
to me, bending my legs back against my big tits and I kissed him as he 
dropped his head between my legs and I worked my pussy onto his cock as I 
stretched my legs over his body. 

"Fuck me, Ralph," I moaned to him after that kiss. "Fuck me and then come 
all over Kim." 

I don't know why I said that. I guess I wanted the blonde who was holding my 
hand so tightly to understand that she was part of this sexy action too. And 
I did want to see him shoot his load of man-cream all over the girl's body. 
It would be like a new kind of sea, a new kind of flood, a molten-lava flood 
and I wanted Kim to drown in it as I had drowned in the sexiness of her 
orgasm when I had sucked her to the peak and then sucked her while she came. 

I looked at Kim, wondering if she would go along with this new plan in my 
head. 

She smiled at me and took my hand and put it on her tit and I knew that she 
was going to go along with it. 

She wanted to be covered with Ralph's cream when the time came for his 
great, manly eruption. 

Ralph saw me squeeze on Kim's breast and then I thought that I should 
explain something to him, something that had just come to me very clearly. 

"Ralph," I said, "I want you to know that a girl can have fun with boys and 
girls too. There is nothing wrong with that. Some boys even like to watch 
two girls do it. Would you like to watch that sometime, Ralph?" 

As he fucked me, he did not even pause to think about it. He was a normal, 
healthy, American lad and he wanted to experience as much as he could. As 
long as he did not feel left out, I thought, as long as he did not feel like 
something less than a man, he would go along with anything. 

"Sure," he growled. "I would like to watch you two sometime and then fuck 
both of you." 

I giggled and nodded my head. Then I looked at Kim. She nodded her head too. 

The blonde would go along with such an idea, because she could see that I 
was having fun doing it with Ralph, fucking him as his cock ran deep into my 
snatch. She could see that things were different for me now and she sensed 
that they would probably be different for her when she next felt Ralph's 
cock in her juicy, little cunt. 

Ralph worked his prick into me, filling me and fulfilling me just a little 
bit too. 

And I thought that it would be fun to perform for Ralph with Kim and then 
share him with my blonde lover. She would be my major lover, I thought, the 
one that I enjoyed the most, but a little cock from time to time never hurt 
any girl, even a girl-loving girl like me. 

And I decided to give Ralph a little preview of what lay ahead for all three 
of us. 

I pulled Kim down and kissed her with passion as Ralph fucked my pussy. 

"Wow!" he said. "This is great! You girls are great!" 

And the kiss was great too. As Ralph fucked me, I opened my mouth and Kim 
shot her tongue into me, so that I was invaded by both of them at the same 
time. And that seemed only natural for a girl like me, I thought as I 
shivered with the sexiness of that moment in the sun. 

And then Ralph groaned to me and to Kim with passion deep in his manly 
throat. 

"I am gonna come," he growled. "Gonna come." 

And Kim knew what she had to do to get ready. It was her turn to receive 
something from Ralph at that moment. 

The sexy, cuddly, little blonde with the big tits moved down and lay beside 
me and waited for Ralph to pull his cock out of me and aim it at her. She 
took a lesson from the way that I had reacted to him and she spoke to him, 
saying those dirty things that boys like to hear girls say. 

"Come on me, Ralph. Come on me with all of your good, hot juices." 

And that was all that Ralph needed to get him off. 

He yanked his cock out of my snatch and moved quickly to Kim and I reached 
out and grabbed his cock and stroked it and aimed it at the same time. 

And a few seconds later he started to come, started to shoot his goo all 
over the little blonde. 

Kim felt the first bits of warm liquid hit her and she sighed and started to 
squirm there on the concrete and I continued to stroke Ralph, continued to 
milk him for all the semen that he had in him. 

His cock was like a hose, I thought, and he was spraying his come all over 
Kim. But he was not putting out a fire in her. He was causing the fire to 
grow in her with all the come from his big, clean, young fireman's hose. 

The stuff landed on her stomach and on her tits and she sighed and churned 
there on the concrete as the stuff struck her and stayed with her and made 
her happy with its heat. 

And I was happy too as I thought about the way that we had ushered Ralph 
into our little game and made everything better for both of us and for him 
too. 

He would definitely keep our secret now, I thought, for he had become a part 
of our secret, our sexy, bi-sexual secret. 

When he was dry, his cock began to wither in my hand. I took my hand off 
that piece of sweet meat and looked down at the come that lay on Kim's body 
and then I did something that I did not really even think about. I just 
found myself doing it out of girlish lust and excitement and a spirit of 
adventure that only comes to teen-aged girls who are still new to sexual 
things. 

I lowered my head over Kim's body and I stuck out my tongue and I started to 
lick the come off the girl. 

I had wanted to know how it tasted, and I was surprised that it was sweet 
and good tasting. 

It was not at all like the juices from a girl's cunt, I thought, not at all 
like the sea. It was something different, more salty and firm to the tongue. 
But it tasted good too. 

And, even though I knew that I was basically a lesbian, even though I knew 
that I would never be able to give up the sweetness that girls and women 
gave to me, I knew that I was happy that I had tried this kind of good sex 
too. 

And Ralph was happy too, amazed at the feverish way that I licked the blonde 
right there in front of him. 

His masculinity was probably growing a thousand feet at that moment, I 
thought, as he saw how eagerly I licked at his come, his warm fluid. 

"Wow!" he said loudly. "This is great! I never thought that I would see 
anything like that! You girls are wonderful!" 

I took my mouth away from Kim's body and looked at Ralph. 

I wanted him to reassure both of us that he would not tell anyone about our 
special lust. 

"And you will keep our secret, Ralph? You will for certain?" 

"You bet I will," he said with a grin. "Most of the ' kids at school just 
would not understand how much fun this kind of stuff could be." 

And I was glad that he understood that, that he now considered himself more 
manly and more experienced. As long as he felt that way and as long as Kim 
and I let him join out little sex parties from time to time, I knew that we 
had a perfect co-conspirator in Ralph. 

Kim raised up as I moved my head away from her and she giggled as she said 
it. 

"Would you like to join us for a swim, Ralph?" 

Both Ralph and I knew why the blonde found that suggestion funny. 

It was funny because he had already joined us for so much else, so much that 
pleased all three of us. 

"Sure," he said. "I would like that. I need to cool off." 

And he was the first one in the pool, jumping up and diving naked into the 
water and started to swim with boyish glee. Kim joined him there. 

But I stood up and waited for a moment. I looked at the sky. The sun was 
going down, and the day was ending. But, with my new friends, I knew that I 
would have other days of lust that would be magnificent. 

And I knew that I wanted to find other girls just like Kim, girls who liked 
girls too. I thought about the summer to come and I resolved to find as many 
girls as possible during those lazy, sexy, summer months. 

I would not try to find other guys, I thought. 

I had Ralph and he was all that I needed really. He was enough to please 
that part of me. But the girl-loving part was a bigger part, a deeper 
cavern, and I would need as many girls as possible to help me find my 
pleasure there, to keep me sweet and fulfilled during the summer. 

"Come on, Terri," Kim chirped. And then she squealed with girlish glee as 
Ralph touched her tits there in the pool. 

And I wanted to join them too. 

I dove into the water and felt the coolness wash over me. I swam toward my 
new friends, my young and lusty lovers. 

And Ralph and Kim and I played together in that pool like silly, naked, 
sexual children. 

We had a lot of fun together as the sun went down and the night came upon 
us. 

But that was not the real change in my life. At that time, I was still 
dealing with people who were wealthy, kids who had money just as 

I had money. 

I did not become a revolutionary, did not really understand what the people 
could offer to a girl like me until later that summer, when my sister came 
home and when Nina- 

That is what I will tell you about next, I guess. 

I will tell you about my relationship with Nina. 

She was the first lower-class girl I ever made love to, and she showed me 
just how much fire there was down there in those lower classes. 

Once I had felt Nina's fire, I could never go back to the rich, even the 
sexy rich like Kim and Nancy and Ralph. 

Once I had felt Nina's fire on my own body, I knew that I had changed 
forever in a way that would make me an outlaw from my own social class. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

On the first day of June, my mother and my father left for a month-long trip 
to Europe. They felt a little bad about leaving me alone in the house, but I 
assured them that the servants would watch out for me. Two hours after I saw 
my parents take off at the airport, I paid off the servants and told them to 
get lost for three weeks. I wanted to be alone and I paid them enough to 
assure that they would never tell my parents that they had not been around 
during that whole month of June. 

That is the thing about servants. They can certainly lie for you if you pay 
them enough. They are made that way, I guess. 

My sister was due to come home in a week, so I knew that I would have to get 
most of my fun in during the next seven days, but then I remembered that, 
even when she did come home, Linda did not hang around the house much. She 
usually went to St. Louis every few days so that she could hang around the 
radical cafes and talk about overthrowing the government and things like 
that. 

I had always thought that that was sort of silly. Who would want to 
overthrow the government in St. Louis? That was the question that kept 
popping into my head. And it seemed to me that my sister and her friends 
could turn the whole Midwest into a hotbed of anarchy and no one would 
really notice it until they went to the barricades in Chicago. 

Linda had finished her school year at college a couple of weeks earlier but 
she had gone to New England to demonstrate against nuclear energy for a 
little while before she came home to relax for a few weeks. 

While she was in New England, I would play right here in Victory, Missouri. 

The first evening I had Kim and Ralph over for some fun. The next afternoon 
Nancy visited me. But then I felt a little lost. I had a whole week to kill 
and I had already used up all of my lovers. I supposed that I could call up 
Kim again or Nancy or even Ralph, but I did not want to repeat myself so 
early in the week. 

So I put on my sexiest, summer outfit, a pair of tight shorts and a skimpy 
top that showed off my tits and I went out in search of a new girl. 

I just knew that there had to be another girl out there in Victory who was 
available. 

I walked around downtown, passing my girlfriends on the street and looking 
into their eyes when they stopped to talk, searching for that glimmer of 
lesbian lust that I knew now how to recognize. But none of the girls seemed 
to have it, not even the strange girls, the ones I knew only vaguely. I 
walked around downtown for almost two hours and they were two hours of 
frustration for me, frustration in the afternoon heat. 

Then, as the afternoon drew to a close, I walked into the five-and-dime 
store. 

And I saw Nina standing there behind the counter. 

I said hello to her. I knew her from school. We had taken a couple of 
classes together and she was very intelligent. But she was also very poor 
and we had never really talked to each other. I had always been busy with my 
friends and she had always been busy with hers. 

But neither one of us was busy that afternoon. The store was deserted. 

And, when Nina looked at me, I saw the glimmer, the interest in her brown 
eyes. 

And I decided that I was interested too. 

Nina was' an attractive girl with firm tits and a big, sexy body. Her hair 
was brown and her lips were pursed as if they were ready for a kiss at any 
moment. She had a clear, sweet complexion, and, when I looked at her, I 
wondered why I had never really taken notice of her before. 

"Can I help you with something, Terri?" she asked, moving from behind the 
counter. 

"Not really," I said, moving toward her and trying to seem as sexy as 
possible. "I am just looking around. I thought that I might buy something to 
amuse myself. My parents are gone and I am all alone in that big house with 
nothing to do for the next few days." 

Her eyes took me in with lust for a moment and then she grinned at me. 

"I would give anything to have a few days of rest and peace in my house," 
she said. "I have six little brothers and sister and they always seem to be 
making noise and breaking things. And the walls in our house are so thin 
that I can hear everything. I would give anything for just a few days of 
privacy." 

And the idea came to me quickly, an idea that I put into words without even 
thinking about it. 

"Nina," I said, "do you think that your parents would mind if you stayed 
with me for a couple of days? I would like to have some company." 

And I winked at her and tried to move so that she would know that I wanted 
more than just company for those few days-and nights. 

She ran her eyes over my body and she smiled. 

"My parents don't give a fuck what I do," she said solemnly. 

"Well, why don't I pick you up later tonight and take you to my house, 
Nina?" 

"Sounds fine with me, Terri," she said, and then she put a little extra 
something in her tone as she said, "I think that we could have a lot of fun 
together, if you know what I mean." 

"I know what you mean," I said, putting that little extra something in my 
tone too. "I think that you will be a lot of fun to have around, Nina." 

I bounced out of the store, happy and cheerful after a depressing afternoon. 

I did not buy anything in that store, because 

I no longer needed to buy something to amuse myself. I knew that Nina would 
amuse me enough to keep me very happy over the next couple of days. 

And that night when I picked her up, she threw her little suitcase in the 
back seat of my car and she moved close to me in the front seat. 

I guess she wanted to make sure that I was really looking for what she was 
looking for. She touched my thigh with her fingers and grinned at me. 

And I became very bold. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth with a soft 
smack. 

Then I started the motor and drove back to my big mansion, the place that 
would certainly not be lonely on this night, I thought. I drove with care 
but I hurried. I yearned to be alone there with Nina, the sexy girl from the 
lower classes. 

When we got to my house, she carried her suitcase inside and walked with me 
up to my bedroom. There were no games to be played. We both knew that we 
wanted each other and we both knew that it was going to happen that night. 

But Nina was a little taken aback by all the surroundings, the plush 
furniture and the spacious rooms. I remembered that she had told me that she 
lived in a little house with a big family, and I let her get used to that 
big house now. I let her notice just how quiet it could be when two girls 
were alone in a big house, in a bedroom where they would make love together 
on a summer night. 

The air-conditioner hummed in the window of my bedroom and that was the only 
sound. 

Nina looked around and took a deep breath and then she put her little 
suitcase down. 

And then she did something that was so sexy that I could hardly stand it. 
She turned and took me in her arms and kissed me. I felt overcome by her 
sexiness and I thought that I would melt there in her arms. 

When she let me go, she smiled at me with a sexy move of her lips. 

"Do you mind if I take a shower first, Terri?" Nina asked. "We can really 
work together after that." 

"Sure," I said, and I pointed to the private bathroom at the side of my 
bedroom. 

I could tell that such splendor surprised Nina for a moment. She looked at 
me and she grinned as she asked it. 

"You have your own bathroom, Terri?" 

I nodded my head and grinned. 

"Wow! This is really something!" 

She picked up her suitcase and went into that bathroom. In a few minutes, I 
heard the water running in the shower. 

I thought for a minute that I would go in there and shower with Nina and 
play with her when she was in the bathroom. But then I decided that I did 
not want to do it that way. I wanted to wait and let her come out of that 
room naked and clean for me. I did not need a shower anyway. I had taken one 
before I had gone to pick her up at her house. 

So I just took off my clothes and lay down on the bed and waited for her. I 
heard her moving around in there and singing lightly to herself. I felt 
strangely noble because I knew that I was giving that poor, sexy girl from 
the lower classes a chance to wallow in real wealth for a few days. In 
return, she would make love to me and make me feel good. I looked around the 
room, and I found myself thinking about how wealthy I really was. I had 
grown up in this big house with all of this nice furniture. I had grown up 
getting anything that I wanted in life. I had never really noticed how much 
I had and did not even use any longer. I felt vaguely guilty when I thought 
about the kind of life that Nina had to live, stuck there in that little 
house with no privacy and having to work after school to make a little 
spending money. 

My emotions were a little confused. As haughty as I felt about giving that 
girl a chance to live in such a house for a few hours, I also felt guilty 
because I had taken so much for granted. 

But I still thought that I was vaguely better than Nina. 

I was going to learn very quickly that money does not make for the best sex 
and that the lower classes offered a style of lust that thrilled me more 
than any other I had ever felt before. 

I listened to the sounds in the bathroom. The water had stopped running and 
I was sure that Nina was probably drying off her sexy, naked body. But she 
seemed to be taking a lot of time doing it. I wanted to call out to her, to 
tell her that she should hurry up. But I said-nothing. I lay there, naked on 
the bed, and I waited, as I had learned to wait for lesbian love. 

And when the door opened and Nina walked into the bedroom, I gasped with 
surprise. 

Oh, she was naked, just as I had thought that she would be, and she was sexy 
and firm and ready for action, just as I had thought that she would be. But 
there was something new about her, something that I had never suspected, 
something that I had never dreamed about. And that new something frightened 
and thrilled me at the same time. 

Nina was wearing a little black belt around her waist and attached to that 
belt, attached to her body, it seemed, was a long, black cock-like object, 
bigger than Ralph's cock, bigger than any cock could ever be, I thought. I 
looked at that long, black thing and I asked her the question in the 
trembling voice. 

"What is that, Nina? What is that thing?" 

She grinned at me and approached me and she touched the long, black thing 
with her fingers as she answered my nervous question. 

"This, my dear, rich girl, is a dildo," she said. 

She moved close to my bed and stood there with her hands on her hips, 
looking a bit like some kind of strange, stud man. 

"Just as I thought," she said. "Just as I suspected. You have never seen one 
before, right, Terri?" 

I shook my head, but I kept my eyes on the black thing. 

"Rich, little bitches like you don't usually even think about this kind of 
stuff. They like to have their little pussies sucked and that is about all. 
But dildoes are nice, Terri. I can tell you that. Every night, when I can't 
find some cock to fuck, I jab this thing up me and I come like Crazy, 
thinking that it is a cock that is fucking me. But it is even better than a 
cock, Terri, because it is always hard when you need it. And it is bigger 
than any cock that I have ever had. And, believe me, I have had quite a 
few." 

I gulped. I knew what she planned to do with that dildo and I did not really 
mind her doing it. But I was frightened. The thing was so big, and I 
wondered why she had started to call me a bitch, a rich bitch. She seemed 
angry with me for some reason that I could not figure out. 

But Nina just stood there and explained some more things about her life in 
the lower class. 

"Terri," she said, "I have fucked a lot of cocks and I have made it with a 
lot of cunts too. That is about the only thing we have done there for 
pleasure. Fucking and sucking and an occasional trip to the movies, if we 
are lucky." 

She looked around the room again and she seemed to aim her anger at that 
big, comfortable, quiet bedroom. 

"We don't have places like this," she said. "I have to be very quiet when I 
use my dildo at night because I don't want to be discovered. And we have to 
make love in cars and in pastures because we don't have big, comfortable 
places like this. We are not at all like you rich bitches up here on the 
hill. But I think that we have a lot of fun that you girls don't have, 
because we are too poor to really care that much. We are more free. We don't 
have to think about what all the socially conscious people would say. Even 
if a girl gets pregnant on my side of town, it is no big deal. There have 
been dozens of pregnant girls there before and there will be dozens more 
before this fucking town burns to the ground." 

And then I understood her anger, and I understood why she had come to stay 
with me and make love to me. 

I understood that this was Nina's way of getting back at all of us up here 
on the hill. 

And I felt that I deserved her anger. After all, I had ignored this sexy 
girl for years, and I knew in my heart that I only invited her to come to 
stay with me because I was so desperately in need of a new lover. I sighed 
and surrendered to her lower-class wrath. 

"You are right, Nina," I said softly. "I am a rich bitch." 

I thought of my girlish pride, the way that I had felt when I had thought 
that I was doing Nina a favor by letting her stay here in this house. I 
realized now that she was going to do me a favor by making love to me with 
all of her lower-class know-how. And she would be doing me a special favor 
by fucking me with a big, black dildo. 

"Nina," I moaned as I felt my cunt begin to throb with need, "fuck me, 
Nina." 

"Dog-style, rich bitch. I am going to put it to you dog-style," she said, 
but the wrath was gone from her voice. 

I could tell that, now that I had surrendered to her and admitted that she 
was right, there would be more lust in this sex session than anger for Nina. 
I could tell that she was going to enjoy this too. 

And I turned over and moved up on my hands and knees and spread my legs and 
offered her my pussy. 

I backed to the edge of the bed so that Nina could fuck me standing up. 

"I am a rich bitch," I admitted again, to give her an extra thrill and to 
give me a thrill of sexy truth too, "and I deserve to be fucked hard by you, 
Nina. Fuck my pussy, Nina. Fuck my rich, bitch pussy, you beautiful girl." 

And I heard her laugh behind me and then I felt the coldness of that hard 
dildo on the wet lips of my pussy. My cunt convulsed with desire when I felt 
that and I moaned and spread my legs further apart so that that big thing 
could go into me. 

This was going to be different from fucking a man, I thought. No man could 
be that hard and that cold and that big, and this cock was attached to a 
female, a lower-class girl who was going to fuck me with all of the 
lower-class anger in her system. I wanted her to do that. I wanted to learn 
from her just what those classes down below my on the social ladder had to 
offer. I suspected that they offered quite a bit. 

"Rich bitch," Nina hissed, and then she slammed the cock into me. 

The thing rammed into me and made me gasp with sexy pain. 

I do not know how much I took, but the black cock filled me up as no cock 
had ever filled me up before. 

And I rocked on that bed and started to fuck it as Nina continued to talk to 
me. She fucked me and hissed at me and I liked the fact that she talked. I 
not only liked the truth of what she said, but I also liked her girlish, 
angry voice. It reminded me that I was not being fucked by any man. I was 
being fucked by a poor girl with a rich, black, big dildo, something that 
she had bought with her savings, something that she had that I had never 
had. 

But I had it now. I had it deep in my quaking pussy as she fucked me. 

"Rich slut," Nina hissed. "You think that you are better than me because you 
have money, but you are not. I am fucking .you, rich bitch. I am fucking 
your sexy, little cunt and I am making you like it. You are not fucking me. 
You are not the one in control, rich bitch, and no amount of money could put 
you in control of me right now." 

"Yes," I sighed, almost crying with the pain and the pleasure that the dildo 
was giving me, "I am a rich bitch. Fuck my rich cunt. Oh, yes, Nina, fuck 
me." 

And my pussy felt like it was being ripped into pieces. And I wanted that. 

I wanted my rich, bitch pussy ripped up if that is what Nina wanted. I 
sighed and fucked that dildo and cried out in my passion. 

"God! Fuck that cunt! Fuck that bitch cunt! God, I will never be a rich 
bitch again!" 

And I guess that that is when the change really occurred in my system. I 
guess that that was when I first became a revolutionary. Although I did not 
know it at the time, I lost my rich-bitch attitude at that moment, when that 
black dildo gave me that great orgasm that rushed through me like a flood 
and when that girl from the lower classes hissed out her final curse at my 
retreating, rich-bitch personality. 

"Fucking rich cunt! Take that, you rich, fucking pussy!" 

And that dildo cleansed me of my rich-bitch attitude as the water in the 
shower had cleansed sweet and loving Nina. 

I growled and heaved when I came. I had never come like that before, with 
such emotion and such reality in my system. Nina could tell that I was 
coming and she worked that dildo back and forth in me as I whimpered and 
cried and cleansed myself of all that rich-bitch pride. 

Then she pulled the dildo out of me and I dropped onto the bed and turned 
over just in time to see her take the thing off. 

I reached out my hands and she knew what I wanted. She lay down next to me 
and handed me the big, black dildo, strap and all. 

I kissed that dildo thankfully and licked my own juices off the big, black 
thing. 

Then Nina took me in her arms and kissed me with soft passion. She was not 
angry at me then. She just wanted to hold me close and feel me. 

And I was soft in her arms. Tears were still in my eyes. 

"Thank you, Nina," I said. "I needed that. I needed that to become real." 

I put the dildo on the pillow and moved close to her there in the middle of 
that big bed and we held each other like lovers should. 

I put my hands on her firm tits and massaged them and then I moved down and 
started to lick Nina's sweet, clean skin. I tasted the new sweat on her sexy 
body, the sweat that had come from her while she had been working 
diligently, fucking the bitchiness out of my cunt. 

And that sweat was sweet to my tongue, sweet and clean-tasting too. 

"You have such a beautiful body," I said, "so strong and clean and good." 

"You have a sexy body too, Terri," the girl said. 

And I knew that I did, especially now, especially now that my rich-bitch 
attitude was gone. I felt that I had never been sexier or softer or more 
loving as I started to lick and suck on Nina's pink and tasty nipple. 

I would eat out her pussy and make her come, I decided, and then I would let 
her use that dildo on me again if she wanted to. I would do anything that 
Nina wanted me to do. I would become her slave, her sexual servant, for the 
next couple of days. 

And that way I would repay her and all of her kind for what I had thought 
about them, for the years that I had ignored them. 

As I sucked on her nipple, I thought of my sister, the rebel, Linda. 

And I wondered if Linda felt the same way that I felt at that moment. 

If she did, I wondered how she had come to her conclusions about the people 
and about the radical movement. I wondered if she had come to those 
conclusions with a black dildo shoved up her cunt, with a lower-class girl 
riding her and fucking her with anger and with zeal. 

And I knew that I had to figure out a way to work my sister into this, to 
tell my sister just what I felt and how I had learned these new things. 

I wanted my sister to understand me, and I wanted her to join me if she 
could. 

My sister was very sexy and very pretty. 

But then I stopped thinking about Linda and concentrated on Nina, on the 
girl who had shown me so much about life in that bedroom in the last few 
minutes. I had to repay Nina for what she had done for me. I knew that. 

And, as Nina lay back on the bed and spread her legs, I knew that I would 
repay her in the sweetest way that I knew how. 

Slowly, steadily, I worked my way down her clean, firm body, kissing her and 
feeling her and wanting her to enjoy every second of this pleasure that I 
offered to her with my lips and my tongue. 

I worked down toward that sweet cunt and, before I took my first lap at that 
juicy hole, I looked at that black, shining dildo that lay on the white 
pillow on my bed, and I thanked it too, silently. I thanked it for what it 
had done for me. 

Then I pressed my face to Nina's cunt to give her the kind of thanks that 
only a girl could give. I moved my tongue into her hole and felt her jerk 
and knew that she accepted me as only a girl could accept another girl. 

And then I heard her moan and I knew that 

I was not a rich bitch any longer, not now, not after what she had done for 
me and what I was doing for her. 

"Terri," she sighed, "that tongue is so sweet. Work it around. That feels so 
nice and peaceful, Terri." 

And I licked her out with passion and with thanks. 

She had cured me of my bitchiness and now I would give her my passion and my 
slave-like devotion for the next couple of days. We would out everything 
together, and we would be the best lovers in the whole world. 

My tongue went deep into her lower-class sweetness and my head seemed to 
explode with gratitude and lust for her, a combination that could not be 
beat. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

I wanted to pay for my upper class sins in every way that I could. 

And I owed Nina so much for the pleasure that she had given me. 

You see, I had never been to bed with a woman who was so wild and so 
demanding, with a female who seemed to give and take so much. She wore me 
out but had me begging for more. Even when I was completely exhausted, I 
wanted more and more from her, and I did not care what she did to me, 
anything for pleasure, anything to pay for all of my high-class bitchiness. 
I wanted to make sure that all of that was gone from me by the time that my 
period with Nina was over. 

At least I got to sleep during the eight hours every day when she was at 
work. 

I have no idea at all when Nina got to sleep. She just seemed to go on anger 
and lust and energy sources that I could not even begin to understand. 

But I knew that she would always be ready when I was ready and I knew that 
she would come up with more and better ways to hurt me and abuse me and then 
love that abuse away. 

I was so happy that I had found her that I could hardly stand it. 

About midnight on the third day of her stay with me, she discovered with me 
the ultimate and she made me pay more than she had ever made me pay before. 

She found the ropes somewhere in the house and she brought them into the 
bedroom and she tied me up there. And then she went into my parents' bedroom 
and she found one of my father's heavy, leather belts, one of the belts that 
were very expensive and that smelled so good and felt so cool when you 
handled them. 

But the belt was not cool on my body, not at all. 

I lay on the bed with my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied together 
and I suffered under the blows that she gave me, the blows that knocked even 
more of that rich-bitch attitude out of me. 

And I suffered all of it quietly, tensing my body and wincing under the pain 
that she gave me. 

But I did not want to cry out. I did not want to say anything. 

I wanted to listen to the curses that she gave me with each and every blow 
of the belt. 

"You fucking, wealthy cunt. You no-good, rich piece of trash. You think that 
you are better than I am, but you are not, you worthless piece of 
upper-class shit." 

And every word was like poetry to my ears, and the pain was like the 
ultimate love. 

I knew that Nina was doing this for my own good. 

I knew that she was giving me this pain so that I would be a better person 
when it was over, and I knew that she would love away that pain when she was 
finished with her beating and cursing, when she was finished with her 
cleansing of me. 

I toss on the big bed in my ropes and I finally had to cry out to her. 

"Oh, Nina," I cried, "beat me! Beat me and then fuck me with that dildo! I 
want that dildo up my pussy!" 

I looked at her and I saw her grin when I said that. 

She would certainly do what I told her to do, for I knew that she would 
enjoy it just as much as I did. I knew that this action cleansed Nina too, 
in some special, lower-class way. It let her work out all the anger that she 
had felt throughout the years when girls such as I was snubbed her in 
school. 

She was very intelligent and she was very sexy. 

But she had had to suffer, knowing that the girls on the hill did not want 
to deal with her, knowing that the boys on the hill only wanted to sneak 
down and pick her up and fuck her. She had told me about those boys and she 
had told me about how some of them had been very brutal with her and she 
said that they would fuck her and then go back up on the hill and not even 
speak to her when they passed her in school the next day. 

It made Nina hate those boys, and, when I heard her story, I hated those 
boys too. 

The sexy girl slammed the belt down on me again and again and cried out to 
me in her righteous and right-thinking wrath. 

"You fucking, rich slut. You will never be the girl that I am. I am better 
than you will ever be, you. fucking, rich piece of shit. You rich bitch. You 
whore with your nose in the air. You slimy nothing." 

And then she stopped beating me and dropped the belt and I lay there, 
wallowing in the heat that that beating had given me, my mind aflame with 
lust and passion for this girl. I was still tied up, and that bothered me 
because I wanted to reach out to Nina and tell her just how much I 
appreciated what she had done for me. 

I wanted to hold her in my arms, but I could not do that. 

The lower-class girl dropped onto the bed next to me and touched my heated 
flesh with her finger. She ran that finger up my thigh as I lay there on my 
side, bound and ready for anything. 

When I saw Nina reached down and pick up the black dildo, I knew that she 
was going to give me what I had asked for. I knew that she was going to give 
me what I deserved. 

She reached over and put the dildo down right in front of my face so that I 
could concentrate on it, center my vision and my energies on that black, big 
thing. Then, as I looked at the dildo, I felt her untying the ropes that 
held my feet together. 

I sighed when she released me that way. 

But I did not take my eyes off that big, black dildo. 

I knew that that was going to be very important to me in the minutes to 
come, that that dildo was going to continue the process of cleansing that 
Nina had started on me 'With my father's belt. 

When my legs were untied, I lifted one of them up and held it up there with 
my body tensed. 

Nina moved behind me and I knew that she was studying the pink slash of 
pussy that I offered to her. 

I sighed as I felt her finger run over that slash and I felt my pussy quiver 
with delight and lust for this girl who had cleansed me so well. 

I already knew that this was going to be the last night that we would spend 
together for a little while. 

Tomorrow, after work, Nina planned to return to her family and I was going 
to get ready for my sister's arrival in a day or two. Then, after I had 
worked some things out with Linda, after I had discovered just what my 
sister liked and whether she really minded if Nina and I stayed together, 
the poor girl was going to move back into the house. 

That is the way we planned it. 

If Linda did not mind or, even better, if Linda wanted to join us, Nina 
would stay with me and tame me for the whole month that my parents were in 
Europe. 

I knew that I needed a whole month of training from her. 

I knew that because, every day when Nina was at work, I would wake up in the 
afternoon and I would feel that old rich-bitch attitude coming back to me, 
working in me and making me hard to Nina and girls like her again. I needed 
to be trained so well, I thought, that I would never be haunted by that 
bitchiness of my past again. 

And I figured that a month with Nina would do it for me. 

At least, I hoped that it would cleanse me completely and make me a better 
person, a more caring lover, a better girl for Nina and her kind. 

You see, I wanted to try out more lower-class girls and Nina assured me 
that, when I was ready, she would introduce me to some girls from her 
section of town, girls who were just like Nina, fiery and ready for 
anything, girls that she had been to bed with. She assured me that, when my 
bitchiness was completely gone, those girls from that part of town would 
welcome me with opened arms and keep me coming all night long. 

I wanted those kind of experiences for certain. I knew that I loved it with 
Nina. If there were other girls like her in Victory, Missouri, I thought, I 
certainly wanted to taste them all. 

So I was preparing for those other girls by suffering under Nina's blows. 

And now I was suffering with the sweetness of her touch on my pink, sweet 
pussy. It was already wet. The beatings and the humiliation that I suffered 
under Nina always got me wet with lust for her and that dildo. She knew that 
I was ready for that dildo now. 

And she kissed my cheek with kindness and whispered to me. 

"You will be ready soon, Terri," she said. "You will be ready soon to take 
on every girl in this whole, fucking town." 

And then she reached over me and picked up the dildo. 

I shivered because I knew that that dildo would soon be in my cunt, just 
where I wanted it to be. 

"Fuck me, Nina," I sighed to her. "Fuck me with that thing and make me feel 
good." 

And I held my leg up in the air as the tension ran through my body. 

Nina, like a good, sweet girl-lover, made me wait just a little while for my 
fucking. " 

She moved the tip of that cold dildo down my back. 

I shivered with the desire that that touch put into me. When the thing got 
to the lower part of my back, I felt as if I were about to come right then. 
The cold touch thrilled me that much. 

But I held my leg up and waited for the real fucking. I even held my leg up 
as Nina moved that dildo through the crack in my wealthy, sexy ass. I sobbed 
with sexual excitement as she did that and told her how much I wanted this 
fucking. 

"Nina, please fuck me," I begged. "Nina, I need it. Nina, I love you." 

I had not expected to say those last words to her at all. 

But, now that they were out, now that I had proclaimed my love for her, I 
was glad that I had said them and I knew that the words were true. I did 
love Nina more than I had ever loved any other woman, more than I had ever 
loved myself. 

I would have died for her at that moment, and I knew that that feeling of 
complete and ready sacrifice was a sign of true and passionate love. 

And, when I proclaimed my love, it seemed to make Nina happy too. 

She kissed my face and my hair as I lay there, with my hands still tied and 
my back to her and leg still raised high so that she could fuck me with that 
dildo. 

She kissed me and I could feel the hot, saltiness of her tears on my face. 
She was crying! She was actually crying! 

"Oh, Terri," she moaned, sobbing out the words as I had sobbed out mine, "I 
love you too. I love you so much that I can hardly stand it." 

And then everything was soft and warm between us, for there was love in that 
room, great love that neither of us could really understand. But we both 
felt it. We felt it deep in our hearts. I had never loved like this before 
and I had never expected to find that love in a woman, especially a 
lower-class woman. 

But, now that I had that love, I did not want to let it go. 

And I wanted to consummate it in some way. 

So I sighed to Nina again, sighed and sobbed as I spoke the words to her. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me with that dildo and show me just how much you love me." 

And the girl from the lower class did exactly as I told her to do. She 
slipped the dildo into my wet cunt easily and started to fuck me as I held 
my leg high. 

The wrath of Nina was gone, but there was something there that was even 
better. 

There was love in that fucking now, love that she offered me and that I 
accepted, just as I accepted that dildo up my heaving, lusting, juicy cunt. 

As she fucked me, she moved close to me. I could feel her move against my 
hands, which were still tied behind my back. She kissed my face with soft, 
wet kisses and she kissed my dark hair too. I turned my head as she worked 
on me that way and offered her my lips. She kissed them greedily. 

And I opened my mouth to her tongue, opened my mouth to her love. 

Her tongue went into me just as her dildo was going deep into my pussy. Her 
tongue was lively in me just as the dildo was lively in my cunt. 

That, I think, was the greatest instant of my life, to be kissed and fucked 
by the woman that I loved so much. My pussy heaved with excitement and lust 
and love for her and she worked on my cunt steadily, fucking me and tonguing 
me as I started to come. 

She pulled her mouth away from mine and I announced my passion to her in a 
voice that was hoarse. I realized that I did not sound at all like a 
spoiled, rich, young bitch at that moment. 

"Fuck me, Nina. I love you. I am going to come." 

And, when she heard that, she worked the thing into me with greater speed 
and urgency. 

I felt the orgasm coming and I started to move on that bed with all of the 
desire that I felt in my body. I moved with love for Nina in my heart. 

And I came. I came with a softness and a sexiness that I had never 
experienced before. And, as I came, I said it again. 

"I love you, Nina. You have conquered the rich bitch in me, and I love you." 

And then I heard another voice, heard that voice speak to me as Nina slowly 
pulled the big, black dildo out of my snatch. 

"Well," that voice said, "it is about time someone conquered that rich bitch 
in you, Terri." 

Nina and I looked toward the door at the same instant and, when I saw her I 
smiled. 

She had come back early from her anti-nuclear rally in New England. 

And she looked very pleased with me as she leaned on the door in her jeans 
and her blue workshirt. 

I could think of no better way to let my sister know about the truths that I 
had found in my body and my spirit. I could think of no better way to show 
her just how much I had changed in the last few weeks. 

So I grinned at her and I spoke to her with a cheerful girlishness. 

"Hi, Linda. I did not expect you back so soon. This is Nina and I love you." 

Linda smiled and I knew that such lesbian love was all right with her. When 
I saw that smile, I thought of the best way in the world that I could 
welcome my older sister home. 

"Would you like to join us, Linda? Would you like to make love to us?" 

I looked at Nina and I could tell by the way that she was staring at my 
sister that that girl would not mind if Linda joined us. I remembered what 
Nina had said about girls from the lower classes, that they were ready for 
anything and everything, and I knew that Nina was ready for Linda if Linda 
was ready for her. 

My older sister just started to unbutton her shirt, and I knew that she was 
going to join us in our lesbian love. I spoke to Nina quickly. 

"Untie my hands," I said, stilling looking at Linda. "I want to be wide open 
for my loving, big sister." 

And Nina laughed and started to untie my hands so that I could welcome Linda 
to that bed with opened arms. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Linda's hair was long and dark and she was slim and sexy like a model. In 
fact, some photographer in St. Louis had once offered her a job as a model, 
but she had told him that she did not want to be used to sell products 
created by big business to dupe the lower classes into materialism. 

Her lips were bright red and wide and her eyes were black and flashing. 

I had never really noticed before then just how sexy my sister was. She had 
always seem so crazy in her radical ways, so into herself and her own 
politics. But, now that I had tasted the love of Nina, now. that I no longer 
had that rich bitch attitude, I knew that my sister was right more times 
than she was wrong. I knew that the lower classes did have more to offer 
than the people that my parents dealt with, that the girls and boys who went 
to parties and talked about how much money they were going to make when they 
got out of school and how many cars they were going to own and things like 
that. 

Nina had taught me a lot and I wanted Linda to find out just what I had 
learned. 

As Linda continued to take off her clothes, I wondered about my sister, and 
I asked her about her own sexual experiences. I assumed that she had done 
things with girls before. She had been too quick to agree to my suggestion, 
but I wanted to know about them. 

"How long have you been making it with girls, Linda?" I asked, rubbing her 
wrists with my hands quickly to get the blood circulating in them now that 
Nina had untied them. 

"About a year or so," Linda said calmly. "I made it with my first chick when 
I was a freshman at the university. I met a girl who was very radical and 
very beautiful and she told me that a girl could not really be for the 
people unless she had tried it all, unless she had tasted a girl's cunt 
too." 

"So you did?" I asked. 

"I wanted to be for the people," Linda said. 

By that point, she was naked, as Nina and I were naked. She stood there and 
held out her arms and turned around so that we could see all of her nude 
body. 

I looked at the way that Nina was staring at her and I knew that that girl 
was one part of the people who wanted Linda to be for her and with her at 
that moment. 

I loved Nina and I was surprised that I was not jealous of my sister and the 
way that my lower-class lover reacted to her. I thought about that for a few 
seconds and I realized that Nina and I would always be special to each other 
and that sharing this naked, sexy college girl would make us even more 
special to each other, even more loving and good for each other. And the 
college girl was my sister. That would make the sharing even kinkier and 
lovelier, I thought. 

It was just the way that I wanted it to be. 

As Linda approached the bed, Nina and I moved and let the thin, dark-haired 
girl move between us. Linda actually giggled as she crawled over Nina and 
moved to lie between us. I realized then that I had not heard my sister 
giggle for years. 

Nina and I lay on our sides and looked at my sister. 

And she looked at both of us and grinned. 

But neither of us touched her for a second. I knew that Nina was waiting for 
me to touch her first. I knew that that girl of the lower class thought that 
I deserved that first delicious thrill because, after all, she was my 
sister, not hers. 

I grinned at Nina and lowered my face to Linda's and kissed her wide, red 
lips with my own, the lips that were so much like Linda's. Her mouth was 
cool and she opened it quickly and I moved my tongue deep into her as I felt 
her hand touch my shoulder in a cool and sisterly way. 

"Wow!" Nina said. "Sisters. Fucking sisters." 

When the kiss was over, I looked up at Nina, beaming with happiness. 

"That is right," I said. "Fucking sisters and sucking sisters now, right, 
Linda?" 

"Right, little sister," the college girl said. 

And then she giggled again, giggled with glee. 

And I giggled too because my sister and I had become so close in such a 
short period of time. 

It seemed like everything was working out for both of us. It seemed like 
everything was turning into lust right before my eyes. I nodded to Nina and 
she knew what I wanted her to do. 

As I moved away from Linda, Nina moved closer to her and she lowered her 
face to my sister's pretty face and she kissed the college girl too. That 
kiss was filled with passion and Linda reacted to it with warmth. She lifted 
her thin arms up and put them around Nina and held the heavier working-class 
girl close to her. 

When the kiss was over, Linda turned to me and grinned. 

"Terri," she said, "you can certainly pick them. This girl is sexiness 
personified." 

"I remember you," Nina told my sister. 

"What?" Linda asked. 

"I remember seeing you in school. You were ahead of me and you were very 
rich, but you seemed different than the other rich girls. You always said 
hello when you passed me in the hall and that used to make me feel very 
good. You did not have to say hello and be friendly, but you were, even 
then." 

And I felt proud of my sister and wished that I had been more like her 
earlier in my life. If I had said hello to Nina in the hallway, we might 
have started this wonderful, cleansing affair earlier, I thought. 

But then I realized that it was all right, that I had found Nina at just the 
right time in both of our lives, that she had given me what I needed and I 
had given her what she needed in a special way. And now we were going to 
share my sister, and that was right too. Everything was going along with 
perfect timing, I thought. 

And now, sharing, we were going to have the best time possible. 

Both Nina and I moved at the same time and started to work on my sexy, older 
sister. 

Linda sighed and put her arms out and held both of us close to her. 

I kissed my sister's red lips while Nina started to work on one of her pink, 
firm nipples. 

I kissed Linda's face and then I noticed the hair under her arms. I ran my 
finger through it. 

"I am glad you don't shave there," I said to the college girl. 

"It is bourgeoisie to do that," my sister told me. 

And I determined to let my hair grow there too. I wanted to be just like 
Linda. 

I lifted my sister's arm and pressed my nose to the dark hair that grew 
there. 

It was aromatic with sexy sweat and the hair was soft. I kissed it softly. 

Then I kissed her face again and glanced down at Nina and watched as, the 
girl sucked on Linda's tit. 

Nina would suck for a few seconds and then would let the nipple out of her 
lips and she would lick it with great feeling. Linda sighed as Nina did that 
and I was happy. I knew that my sister was experiencing the pleasure that 
Nina could give a girl. 

I moved away from my sister's face and started to work my way down her body. 

I was thinking that she was my sister and that, for that reason, I deserved 
the first taste of her sweet, dark-haired pussy, just as I had deserved that 
first kiss. 

I knew that Nina would understand that and accept it. 

I moved down Linda's sleek body and moved past Nina's head as the 
lower-class girl continued to suck on my sister's nipple. I saw Linda run 
her fingers through Nina's soft, brown hair and I moved down to my sister's 
heaving, thin stomach. 

Running my tongue into her navel, I felt her jerk and I knew that I had 
given her a special, sisterly thrill with that movement of my tongue. But I 
also knew that the great thrill, the ultimate thrill, was yet to come. I 
knew that my sister would enjoy seeing how mature I and radical I had become 
and I knew that I I would enjoy tasting the sweetness that was I part of my 
own family, that was much like my own sweetness because it belonged to my 
sister. 

As I moved toward Linda's dark-haired pussy, I thought about the closeness 
that I felt for that cunt. 

Both this girl and I had come from the same womb, had been products of the 
same male seed. 

We looked very much alike, and now we were going to be lovers as only 
sisters could be. 

I moved between her firm, sexy legs and put my face against the dark hair 
that grew over her snatch and I licked that hair. Then I glanced up and saw 
that Nina had stopped sucking on Linda's tit and that both my lower-class 
lover and my sexy, model-thin sister were looking down on me. 

Nina said it again with even more feeling and surprise this time. 

"Wow! Fucking, sucking sisters! It is too good to be true!" 

And I felt the same way, I realized. It was too good to be true. 

But it was true. This was my sister and I was about to lick out her pussy 
and taste her sweetness. I knew that the experience would be great, almost 
mind-boggling for me. And I knew that it would be as close as two sexy 
sisters could get. 

I lowered my face to her snatch as Linda raised her hips. up. I kissed the 
pink lips of her pussy and felt my sister sigh. Then I looked up again and 
saw that Nina had returned to work diligently on her tits and her face, 
kissing and sucking and making Linda feel good up there as I made her feel 
good down here, on her cunt, on her snatch, on her yummy, sisterly 
jelly-jar. 

I moved my tongue slowly over those pulsing pussy lips. 

And Linda heaved with the licking that I was giving her. 

I ran my tongue around her pink folds and tasted the juices that flowed 
there, seeped out of the love-hole. 

And my sister moaned to me with a voice soft and sexy. 

"Put your tongue in, Terri. Lick out my box. Please." 

And I liked her begging. I remembered the times that I had begged Nina to 
fuck me and suck me and do things to me that made my love grow. Now my 
sister was begging me and it seemed only right that I should give her want 
she wanted- 

Especially since I wanted it so much too, especially since I wanted to find 
out just what that cunt would taste like. 

I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and I sniffed the aroma that came 
from deep inside her and thought of the sea again. 

It was my sister, the sea, I thought. My sister was the sea on which I would 
float. 

I was ready for that sea now. I had learned to swim on other seas that were 
not so close to home and now I would swim in my sister and make her toss 
under me and make her happy with lesbian love. 

I looked up at Nina again and saw my lower-class lover work her tongue 
around that pink nipple of my sister. 

Then I rammed my tongue deep into Linda's honey-pot and tasted the sea that 
was in her. 

That sea filled my head and made me float on love, all the love that I felt 
for her. 

I worked my tongue deep into Linda and ran it around in there, touching all 
the parts of her inner being, touching her with love and lust and sisterly 
affection that was more than most sisters could give. 

And Linda responded to that affection with a heaving and a sighing. I held 
her down with my own soft touches and gave her what she really needed to be 
alive, I thought. She was my sister and she deserved this licking. 

And I heard her moan to Nina, to the girl who worked on the top of her body. 

"She feels so good in there," Linda sighed. "Terri really knows how to 
please a girl." 

And I was again proud, but not proud like a rich bitch. 

I was proud because I was a sister who could please her sister so fucking 
well. 

Licking out her cunt and giving her what she wanted, I knew that I was doing 
things correctly for the first time in my life. 

I knew that the rich-bitch part of me was dead, had been beaten out of me 
and loved out of me by Nina. 

And, without that part of me deep inside me, I knew that I was good enough 
to be Linda's loving, passionate, little sister. I knew that I was good 
enough to please her as she deserved to be pleasured. 

I pulled my tongue out her cunt and I raised my face a little bit just in 
time to see Linda grab at Nina and kiss her passionately, with a mad, 
lusting force. 

And I knew just how to add to that lusting force in my sister. 

I added to it by sucking her throbbing, sweet clitoris into my mouth and 
tasting that candied flesh. I sucked on it and my sister sighed with emotion 
and kissed Nina even more intently. 

Sucking on the clitoris with a steady rhythm, I could watch the way that 
Linda turned on. 

I felt myself turning on just seeing her own joy and knowing that Nina and I 
were giving it to her. 

And I knew that I was the main part of Linda's joy. 

I knew that I was the one who was sucking on her clit and giving her the 
real heat. Nina was just helping me, as a good lover should. 

It was great, I thought. It was the best thing that a little sister could do 
for the girl who was so much like her anyway. 

Linda began to bounce on the bed and I knew that her orgasm was near. Nina 
held her down on top by licking and kissing on her firm, excited tits, and I 
ran my fingers over her thighs and stomach and held her down as I sucked on 
her clitoris. 

I sucked and held her down and Linda cried out in her lust. 

"Oh, God, I am the center! I feel like I am the center of the fucking 
universe!" 

And she was the center. She was having two sexy, teen-aged girls-one of them 
her sister-working on her with delight. She was feeling all the passion that 
two girls could give her.. 

And I was proud that I had given my sister that passion, that wonderful 
orgasmic passion. 

Linda groaned and came with all the heat in her body. 

Then, after a few seconds, my sister lay still there on the bed. 

And I moved up to her and kissed her mouth and then Nina kissed her too. 

We lay on either side of Linda and rested with her. 

But, in a few seconds, Linda did not want to rest any longer. She wanted to 
talk and tell Nina and me how much she appreciated what we had done for her. 

"This was the best, girls," she moaned. "This was the best that I have ever 
had in my life. I want to thank both of you." 

And then she spoke to me alone and expressed her gratitude in a sisterly 
voice. 

"Especially, I want to thank you, Terri. You have certainly learned a lot in 
the last year." 

"I have learned in all in the last few weeks," I told her. 

"Only a few weeks? That is magnificent, Terri." 

Linda closed her eyes and talked to Nina and me softly, as if she were 
talking in her sleep. 

"I just got back from New England, and I had some fun demonstrating there, 
although I know that it will not do any good. They are going to build that 
nuclear power plant and one day they will have a melt-down there and all of 
New England will go up in a nuclear blast. But there is nothing that we can 
do really. The government and industry and all the rich people of the world 
are determined to soil their own nest, to destroy what nature has created. 
They will not be satisfied until all of civilization is gone, I think." 

I was rather sad 'to think of all civilization being destroyed by government 
and industry and wealthy people and I hated all of those people who wanted 
to destroy things that nature had given them. 

I guess I was becoming more and more radical now that my sister was there 
with me. 

I looked at Nina and my sadness grew because I knew that girls like Nina 
would never want to destroy anything. 

They just wanted to live and have fun, and I wondered why everyone could not 
be like Nina. 

Then I looked down at Linda and I saw that she was not sad at all. 

She had just been talking about civilization being destroyed, but she was 
actually smiling up at me. 

"In New England," she said, "I made love to a sweet, little demonstrator who 
reminded me a lot of you, Terri. She was only sixteen but she was already 
fighting the big powers of the country. She was going to go to Boston 
University when she graduated high school, she told me. She was going to 
major in environmental studies." 

And, suddenly, I wanted to major in environmental studies too, if that would 
make Linda even more proud of me than she already was. 

But I wanted to know one more thing about that Boston teen-ager that my 
sister had met. 

"Was she good with you?" I asked Linda, touching my sister's face with my 
fingers. "Did she make you come and feel good, Linda?" 

"Yes," my sister admitted, "but, even with her, I never came as I just 
came." 

She looked at Nina and at me and grinned and we knew that we were very 
special to this college girl. 

Then Linda moved off the bed, slithering over the Nina. She stood naked in 
my bedroom and she held her arms out and grinned. 

"I want to thank both of you in a very special way," she said, "and I just 
now figured out how to do it." 

Nina and I said up and beamed at each other and then looked at her. We 
wanted to be pleased by this college girl and we knew that we would go along 
with any sexy plan that she had in her college-girl mind. 

"What time is it?" Linda asked quickly. 

I looked at the little clock that set on the table next to my bed, and I 
told her. 

"It is one-thirty in the morning." 

"Good. Terri, when father left, did he leave the keys to the bank here in 
the house?" 

"Yes," I said. "He always leaves his set of the keys here when he goes on 
vacation. You know that, Linda." 

"Where are they?" 

"In his desk down in his study. Why, Linda?" 

"Because, girls," Linda announced proudly. "I have thought of the perfect 
Way to thank the two of you for the orgasm, that you gave me. I am going to 
give you two orgasm too. And I am going to do it in the bank, in my father's 
bank." 

Nina started to giggle, but I was lost. I did not know why we had to do it 
in a bank. 

I would have settled for an orgasm right here in my bedroom, I thought. 

"Don't you understand, Terri?" Linda asked. "The bank is the most 
consecrated place in modern society. It is almost like a church to people 
like Father and Mother. We are going to go down to that bank and suck pussy 
there and that will probably be the only time that anyone ever came there in 
the bank." 

I went along with it. The idea seemed to thrill Nina and it was all right 
with me. 

But I knew that it was not going to be the only time that anyone ever had an 
orgasm in that bank. 

I knew that my father fucked his secretary 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Even when I unlocked the back door to the bank and held it open for Nina and 
Linda to enter, I still thought that the whole idea was silly. I liked the 
fact that my sister was going to spend some time pleasing me and Nina and 
repaying us for what we had done for her, but I did not see any reason to 
come here to the bank to do it. 

But I went along with it because Nina and 

Linda seemed to think that it would be a lot of fun. 

And, that night, I would have gone anywhere to feel my sister's mouth on my 
pussy. 

We moved into the main lobby of the bank, where most of the business of the 
day was conducted. The place was dark but some light shined in through the 
windows. It was a little after two in the morning, and we would have the 
place all to ourselves until dawn. 

There was no guard at the bank. Victory is a small town and my father saw no 
reason to hire a guard for the night. 

Most of the money was in the vault at that time anyway, he reasoned. 

And that vault had a time-lock on it. It could not be opened until seven in 
the morning. 

So we stood there in the lobby of the bank and knew that we would not be 
disturbed for the rest of the night. 

I have to admit that I was a little tired. I had been fucking and sucking 
for hours. Linda, however, who had driven half-way across the country was 
giddy with excitement and Nina, of course, never got tired. She had that 
lower-class stamina and I had always admired that. 

Linda stood there in the bank and looked around and then took a deep breath. 

"Just smell all that wealth, all that stinking wealth," she said. 

And Nina took a deep breath too. Then she spoke to Linda. 

"Yeah," she snarled, "I smell it. It smells like something is dead in here." 

"Right," Linda said with a grin, "Like something is dead. The spirit of the 
masses is dead in this bank and you can smell that death all over the 
place." 

I took a deep breath. I did not smell anything. I kept silent. 

Linda started to unbutton her shirt and she gave us a sexy order. 

"Let's get naked, girls," she said. "Let's make love and get some life into 
this fucking place." 

, And Nina giggled and started to take off her clothes too. 

I stripped silently, a little worried about myself. 

It seemed to me that Nina and Linda were speaking a language that I did not 
understand, that they sensed things in life that I could not even 
comprehend. Perhaps it was that rich-bitch attitude in me, I thought. 
Perhaps that was the reason that I was not as good as Nina and Linda were. 

I had thought that rich bitchiness had left me for good when I told Nina 
that I loved her. 

But, perhaps, I had been wrong, very wrong. 

Even though I loved Nina and loved Linda, my sister, too, as I stripped I 
looked at them and thought that they would make the best loving couple. I 
thought that I was an intruder on their privacy there in the bank. I felt 
lost and alone there as I took off my clothes. 

And I certainly did not feel very sexy at that moment. 

So I looked at Linda and came up with a way to stall my own lust, to keep my 
sister from knowing that I did not fit in here with her and Nina. 

"Why don't you start with her, Linda?" I said. "I would like to watch the 
two of you together." 

And Linda grinned at Nina and nodded her head to me Then she moved to and 
the firm, lower-class girl that I loved with all of my heart. 

Linda and Nina moved together and my sister put her arms around the firm, 
lower-class girl. 

Nina put her arms around Linda too, and held her closely. 

Then they kissed. I stood there naked and watched them kiss with passion. I 
could see the tongues move back and forth and I could see the girls tense 
their bodies as the passion of their kiss built between them. 

It was different this time, I thought. It was not like the last time that I 
had seen them kiss. 

That time, I had been part of the whole experience. I had been with them. 

But, now, even though I was standing there in the room with them, in the 
lobby of that bank. Even though I was naked as they were naked, I did not 
feel like I was a part of this. 

In my mind, I was sinking in the background, becoming one with the staid 
gray furniture of that bank lobby. 

And they were the ones who still had the life in them, the life that was 
growing in each of them as they kissed and held each other. 

When the kiss was over, Linda put her head on Nina's shoulder and the room 
was filled with girlish, lesbian sighs. 

From where I stood, I thought I could even smell the aroma of wet pussy in 
the room and I knew that it was not my own pussy. 

If I really did smell something, I thought, I was smelling the quaking 
pussies of the two girls who held each other that way and cared for each 
other because they were so much alike. 

And I was not like them at all, I thought, not like them at all. 

I sat down on a little table and watched the two of them. I was quiet. 

I would let them forget me if they wanted to, I determined. 

I would let them forget that I was even in the lobby of the bank, even in 
the universe. 

And I sensed that they did forget me as they moved together down on the 
floor. 

The floor was made of shining marble and I knew that it was probably cool 
and sweet to them as they lay on it. 

And I was like that floor, cool and shining. But I was not really sweet, I 
thought. I still had that rich bitch attitude deep in my heart and that was 
keeping me from sharing in this experience with my sister and my lover. 

I wondered if I would ever really know what they knew at that moment. 

And I doubted that I would know. I doubted that I would ever be that much of 
a radical,-that much of a real person. I had had too much when I was growing 
up and it had affected me in ways that her childhood had not affected my 
sister. I had had too much and I had learned to expect too much from life. 

And now I felt very lonely as I watched them there on that cool, shining 
marble floor. 

Nina was lying on her back on that floor and Linda was lying on top of her. 
They were kissing again, with cool, wet kisses that smacked and sounded 
sweet to my ears. As 

Linda lay on Nina's firm body, she started to move, started to hunch that 
girl that I cared so much for. Nina sighed and lifted her legs. She put her 
legs around my thin and sexy sister. She held them tight around Linda and 
she moved with my sister, hunching that girl as she was being hunched. 

And then I knew that I smelled it, the faint and sexy aroma of wet pussy. I 
could hear the slapping sound of wet cunt against wet cunt. I could hear 
that and the sighs and I knew that, to them, I no longer existed. 

The two girls were making love in the bank because they sensed the special 
flavor of their lust in that place. 

And I sensed nothing. I just watched them with my eyes dead and staring. 

They were heaving their pussies together with vigor now, and they were 
sighing to each other. 

They were telling each other how much they each appreciated what was 
happening there on the cool floor of that bank, that sanctuary of money. 

"Linda, that feels so good. That feels like heaven." 

"We are giving life to this bank, more life than it ever had before." 

"Yes, Linda. We are giving the bank some life." 

"Oh, your pussy is so fucking wet, Nina, so fucking wet." 

"Your cunt is sweet. It feels good on mine." 

And then I watched as Linda moved down Nina's body. 

The lower-class girl released her hold on my sister and let Linda slide down 
her body, floating and sliding on the sweat that covered both of them, the 
girlish sweat of lesbian lust and lesbian action. I watched as my sister put 
her bright red lips on one of Nina's tits and kissed that firm working-class 
flesh. Then she moved her mouth down just a little further and moved those 
lips around one of the girl's nipples. 

And Nina heaved and sighed when Linda started to suck on that nipple. 

She put her hand on Linda's hair and felt the soft, darkness of that hair as 
she felt the soft redness of Linda's mouth on her wild and excited nipple. 

And I took another deep breath. I still did not smell the stinking death of 
money in the room. I just smelled the aroma of girl lust and wet cunt. 

And that was something like the smell of death to me at that moment. 

It was a death to all my ambitions about being a real person. It was death 
to all of my dreams about making love to working-class girls. 

I knew that I would never be ready for all of Nina's rough and wild and 
passionate friends. 

Linda could visit them with Nina, I thought. She was ready for them, had 
been ready for them for the longest time. 

But I would always be a rich, little bitch at heart. I felt the tears come 
to my dark eyes when I realized that. 

Linda moved further down Nina's body and I watched with a sense of lost 
fascination as she licked her way down that working-class girl's body. She 
licked and kissed Nina's flesh and she ran her tongue into Nina's navel. She 
was using many of the same techniques that I had learned from Nancy, I 
thought. 

And that made me feel a little better. At least, I thought, when Linda made 
love to Nina from now on, the working-class girl would get the same kind of 
loving from my sister that she had once gotten from me. 

You see, I had already given Nina up, had surrendered her to my sister. I 
knew that Linda knew better than I did how to please a girl like that. I 
knew that Nina and Linda could be very happy together. They had the same 
sense of smell, they had the same anger at wealth. They had everything that 
two girls needed to make each other content in their radical thoughts. 

I did not have any of those things. I was still a rich, little bitch at 
heart. 

But I still watched them together, watched them as if I were watching some 
kind of dirty movie. Soon, in my head, they were no longer my former lover 
and my older sister. The two girls there were nameless to me, and it seemed 
to me that I had never seen either of them before. I certainly did not share 
anything with them, not anything like that radical spirit that they shared 
with each other. 

I sighed and knew that I would have to content myself with Kim and Nancy and 
girls of my own class. 

And I also knew that those females would never give me the fire or the lust 
that Nina had given to me, and I knew that Linda had that good stuff from 
Nina now in her. 

My sister was lowering her face over Nina's pussy. 

My former lover's legs were stretched wide and she sighed to my sister with 
an anguish of lesbian need in her throat. 

"Oh, lick out my cunt, Linda. Make me come with your soft, red mouth." 

And I knew that Linda could do just that. I knew that Linda would give Nina 
one of the best orgasms of the working-class girl's sexy life. 

My sister had that power in her, and I did not. 

I thought for a minute of standing up and quickly putting on my clothes and 
leaving them there to share their lust for each other by themselves, but I 
did not move. I was frozen there, frozen by the sight of the two girls 
working together that way. I knew that my sister intended to each out my 
pussy when she was finished with Nina, to give me an orgasm too. 

But I would not Linda do that, I determined. 

I did not deserve to have an orgasm with them here in this bacank. I was 
just a rich, little bitch and I could not smell the death there. I did not 
deserve to share in their lust for each other. 

And that lust was certainly great, I thought as I watched them. I did not 
think that I had ever seen two girls who were so much in tune with each 
other, so much involved with each other's passions. Linda was working her 
tongue deeply into Nina's snatch and the big, beautiful, working-class girl 
was sighing and tossing there on the cool floor of the bank. 

They had so much in common, I thought, so much that I would never 
understand. 

And Nina was moaning to Linda and letting her know that she too felt that 
community that the two girls shared. 

"God, Linda," she said, "you feel like a girl from the other side of town. 
You lick out my pussy so well. I did not think that you girls on the hill 
could do it like that." 

She did not mean to make it an accusation directed at me, and she did not 
even remember that I was in the room. 

But I knew that she was being pleased by my sister in a way that she had 
never been pleased by me. 

My sister was like a working-class lesbian and she had more fire in her than 
I could ever have. 

I sighed and knew that I had finally lost it all, all of my dreams about 
being a real person and my lover and my sister too. I had lost everything in 
that bank. 

And Nina was coming with groans and she jabbed her pussy against my sister's 
pretty face. 

And I thought that it was only right that she should come like that with 
Linda, tossing and turning and feeling what a lower-class, working-class, 
sexy, firm-bodied girl should feel in her lesbian lovemaking. She was 
feeling something that I had never given to her. She was feeling real and 
honest, working-class passion. 

And my sister, my older and much better sister, was giving her that passion. 

Nina came with a girlish squeal of lust that echoed through the empty bank. 

"Oh, Linda, that is so fucking good. I am coming!" 

And then the lustful peace of their love and my watching of their love was 
shattered by a male voice that growled from outside the bank. 

"There's somebody in there, Sheriff! I heard somebody yell!" 

Linda and Nina and I froze there in the bank lobby and looked out the front 
window. 

We could see the shadows moving against that window. There were at least 
three of those men out there. 

And one of them was the sheriff of Victory, Missouri. 

And other one was yelling at the sheriff in a hoarse voice. 

"I heard a girl scream in there, sheriff! I heard a girl squealed in there!" 

"Maybe they got somebody held hostage in there." 

"Maybe. What will we do? What will we do if they are armed?" 

"We got guns too, stupid. Pull your guns, boys." 

And then one of the men yelled into the bank. 

"Come on out of there with your hands held high! We got you covered!" 

But none of us moved. I looked at my sister, who was lying on the floor with 
her head only an inch or so above Nina's pussy, the pussy that had just had 
that orgasm. 

"Fucking lawmen," Nina hissed. "Fucking protectors of wealth and property. 
They are always beating down the masses." 

"Right," Nina whispered in agreement. 

"Break the door open, Merle," the man outside said. 

And then there was the breaking of glass in the front door and the movement 
of men toward that door. The door popped open in just a few seconds and then 
men moved into the nearly dark bank and looked at our shadows there in the 
lobby. I knew that in that light and from that distance the men could not 
tell that we were naked girls. They just knew that we were forms and I knew 
that they had their guns drawn. 

I wondered what we would do. I wondered how we would explain all of this to 
the . lawmen at the door. 

And I looked at Linda. Somewhere deep inside me I sensed that she was in 
charge of all of this. After all, she had been the one who had brought us 
all here to the bank. She had been the one who had given us this idea in the 
first place. 

And then happens so quickly that everything seemed like a blur in my eyes. 

Linda did assume control of the situation and what she did was heroic but 
senseless, as most heroism is. 

She jumped up and ran toward the men who stood by the door with their guns 
drawn. 

"Fucking lawmen!" she screamed. 

And then the shots started blazing in the almost empty lobby. I jumped off 
the table where I had been sitting and I landed on the floor next to Nina 
just in time to see my sister fall back. She stumbled back across the lobby 
and then she seemed to slip. She fell backwards just a few feet from us. 

And the men were still firing their guns. 

I tried to stop Nina. I tried to hold her down, but she fought me and jumped 
up and followed Linda's example. She charged the men too, charged them naked 
and screaming just as Linda had screamed. I could not hear exactly what Nina 
said because of the gunfire, but I figured that she cried, "Fucking lawmen!" 
just as Linda had done. 

And she stumbled back and fell onto Linda's body and lay there, lay very 
still and very dead with my sister. 

Then, finally, the gunfire stopped and some man yelled at another one. 

"For god's sake, turn on the light! I don't think that they were criminals-" 

And then the bank lobby was covered with light and I saw my sister and my 
former lover lying together in that light. I saw the blood oozing out of 
both of them, and I was happy that they were together like that. They 
deserved to be together like that, I thought. They both looked very 
peaceful, as if they had fought the last battle and had won it in some 
strange, radical way. 

I lay there on the floor and looked up at the men who were staring down at 
me. I was naked too, but I was still alive, as a rich, little bitch should 
be doomed to stay alive, I thought at that moment. 

But then I took a deep breath and, finally, I smelled it. 

I smelled the death of the spirit in that room. 

And, when I smelled it, I started to laugh. I turned over and looked up at 
the ceiling in the bank lobby and laughed and laughed and laughed. 

And I knew that I had become a radical about five seconds too late, that I 
was really like my sister and like Nina now. 

But, because I was late in smelling the death there, I had not gotten that 
sense of peace and victory that the other two naked girls on the floor 
shared at that moment. 

I had wanted that sense of peace and victory, but I had missed it that 
night. 

I laughed because I was afraid too cry, and I listened to the men speak to 
each other and to me. 

"It's Terri. Her father owns this bank." 

"I wonder what they were doing in here, three naked girls." 

"My god, man, we killed a couple of naked, unarmed girls." 

"Get the coroner and get the prosecuting attorney too." 

"Terri, what were you all doing in here?" 

"Terri, why did they charge us like that?" 

"Terri." 

"Terri." 

"Terri." 

But I did not answer the worried lawmen. I did not tell them anything. 

I knew that they would never understand about the smell of death and the 
feel of lesbian love and the way that radicals think about banks and money 
and pussies that were wet with desire. 

And I was too busy laughing to tell them anything. 

I just lay on the floor and laughed and laughed and laughed. 

I smelled the death in the air and knew that I was real radical then. 

But I had come to it about a five seconds too late. Too late. Too late. 

"Terri, what were you girls doing in here? Why are you naked, Terri." 

"Terri." 

"Terri." 

"Terri?" Too late. Too late. Too late. 

I laughed there in that bank and smelled the death of the spirit all around 
me. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

So I ended up in prison. Yes, prison. You would think that the daughter of a 
bank president would be forgiven for her transgressions, especially after 
that bank president had already lost one daughter in a hail of bullets. 

And, after all, I did not really rob the bank. You must remember that Linda 
and Nina and I broke into that bank in order to make love with a fine sense 
of symbolism. That was all that we did in there. 

But we were not supposed to be in the bank, my father said. 

And my parents were so upset about what had happened in that bank that they 
did not want to see me again. So they took me and put me in prison so that 
they would not be reminded of the tragedy that had struck their lives. I 
know for a fact that, after I was sentenced to five years in prison by a 
judge who was a friend of my father's, my parents began to live as though 
they did not have a child at all, as if their daughters-either of them-had 
never existed. 

And I guess that that was really the one way that they could deal with what 
had happened. And I did not really mind. You see, by then I knew that I was 
a revolutionary, a true-blue, lesbian revolutionary. And revolutionaries 
always have to serve their time in prison. Lenin was in prison. Gandhi was 
in prison. Martin Luther King was in jail. It takes time in prison to prove 
that you are really dedicated to your cause. 

So I went behind the bars of the great stone prison for women in Missouri 
with a certain amount of grace and fortitude in my system. It was the only 
way that I could go to prison. You see, I knew that the prison life was the 
only life for me. And I knew that prison would do me good in a special sort 
of way. 

I had only been behind bars for two days before I discovered just how much 
good prison could do for a rich bitch like myself. Two days after I entered 
the place where they kept women who could not be ruled by society, they 
matched me up with my cell-mate. She was a young girl named Brandy, and she 
was a revolutionary with her own style. She was also a lesbian, and I knew 
that Brandy would be able to teach me a lot. 

Brandy was a light-colored, Negro girl. She said that her father had been a 
white pimp and her mother had been a black whore. She was the product of one 
drug-crazed weekend of sex that the two had shared, and she had been raised 
on the streets in Kansas City. She knew what she needed to know in order to 
get along with the people who lived on the streets of the city. 

And it was not long before she began to teach me those things that I needed 
to know in my revolutionary future. Brandy and I began to come up with plans 
for when I got out of prison. She said that, with my beauty and my style, I 
could support myself as a topless dancer in one of the nightclubs in Kansas 
City and that way I would be able to spend my days productively, plotting 
the overthrow of the government of the United States. 

That was exactly the way that I wanted to spend my days, I told Brandy. I 
felt that I had to spend my days like that in order to carry on the 
tradition that my sister had left for me and do the things that her brutal 
killing had left undone in my family. 

I also knew that I would never see my mother and my father again. Even if 
they would have taken me back after prison, I did not intend to go back to 
them at all. I wanted nothing more than the change to work for the overthrow 
of the government in anyway that I could, and I knew that my mother and my 
father would never be able to understand my radicalism, which was even more 
radical than my sister's had been. Why was I more radical than Linda? You 
might ask that question. 

The fact is this: My sister never saw her sister and her working-class lover 
gunned down by the police. That event in my life turned me into a real and 
worthwhile radical, and it made me plot things that my sister only thought 
about plotting. It made me realize that we had to burn the country down and 
start all over again and put our faith in the working-class people, people 
like Nina, girls who had a fire in their system and girls who knew how to 
control the rich bitches who invaded their beds. 

Nina and Linda had both changed me with their lives-and, ultimately, with 
their deaths. They both deserved part of the credit for my new and vital 
radicalism. 

They deserved the credit for all the changes in me, and Brandy, in our cell, 
late at night, made those changes real and taught me even more about lesbian 
love. 

It all started the first night in our cell. Brandy and I had talked a little 
bit about our pasts, but we had not mentioned our sexual preferences. I did 
not know if a girl from the streets of the big city like Brandy was like a 
working-class girl from the small town, like Nina. I suspected that she was, 
but I did not want to take a chance on hurting her feelings or repelling her 
with the idea that I was some kind of pervert. 

But I did find her very attractive from the very first moment that I saw 
her. 

She was a tall, gray-skinned girl with flashing, large, black eyes and the 
kind of grin that made everything seem bright and sexy, even there in that 
prison. 

When I saw that grin for the first time, I wished that I could find out 
right away if Brandy was a fun-loving girl. I wished that I could find out 
and touch her immediately. But I knew that I had to bide my time and I 
wondered just long it was going to be before I knew for sure about Brandy's 
sexual adventures and mis-adventures, about her sexual yearnings and needs, 
I went to bed that night in the dark, sleeping on the bottom bunk as Brandy 
climbed up to the top in her regulation white panties from the prison. I 
wished that I would be able to find out very soon about her own feelings 
toward me. 

And then I got my wish. I got my wish because Brandy lay on the top bunk and 
spoke to me softly, asking me questions about my own sex life. When I heard 
those questions, I knew what she had in mind for us, and I knew that I would 
tell her the truth for certain. 

"Terri," she said, "how do you feel about boys and men and sex and stuff 
like that?" 

"I never had much experience with boys," I told her, truthfully. 

"Did you ever fuck one, Terri?" she asked. 

"Yeah. I had a fellow back home I fucked regularly but I did not really 
enjoy it that much with him. He was just sort of a port in the storm, and he 
kept the people in Victory from thinking that I was weird or something." 

"Were you weird or something?" she asked with her melodious voice hushed 
with expectation. I waited for a few seconds before I answered her. 

"I was something," I said, grinning up at the bottom of the bed over me, the 
one that she was lying on. I knew then that I had her in just the position 
that I wanted her to be in. I knew then she was going to become my lover, 
but I wanted her to make the first move. 

I would be truthful with her, I decided, but she would make the first move 
and she would give me what I wanted in a girl because I had been so truthful 
with her. 

Working-class, criminal girls from the big city, I thought, were really no 
different than working-class girls like Nina from the small towns. I guessed 
that, in a way, Nina was a criminal girl too. She had died inside a bank, 
killed by law officers because she had no business being in that bank and 
because she had tried to attack the enforcers of society's laws. 

Nina and Linda had been outlaws and I was an outlaw now. 

And I knew that I would learn a lot about being a lesbian outlaw from 
Brandy, the girl from the streets. 

"You were something else?" the half-black girl asked me. "What were you, 
Terri?" 

"Basically, I was a lesbian, Brandy," I said softly. 

And then I heard her move. I looked to the side of my bed and saw her long, 
gray legs dangling on the edge of the bunk above me. 

Then she dropped down in her panties and turned and gave me that wonderful, 
cheerful, sexy grin. 

"I am so glad to hear that, Terri," she said. "It will make prison so much 
better for both of us, you know." 

"I know," I said, holding out my arms to her. "It will make everything 
somuch better for both of us." 

I was lying there in my panties too. We could see each other clearly because 
the light in the hallway outside our cell was always left on, as the radio 
that blared down that hallway was always left on. Girls in prison just had 
to get used to light and to blaring noises in the middle of the night. I had 
already learned to sleep through the noise, but I did not want to sleep that 
night. I wanted to be with Brandy and love her that night-all night long. 

Brandy moved into the bunk next to me and I put my arms around her and we 
kissed. The aroma of her flesh was sweet and pungent, like some jungle candy 
or fruit, I thought, like some exotic delicacy that would cost a fortune in 
a imagine restaurant. 

And I was getting Brandy for free here in this prison cell, for free because 
I had admitted to her that I liked girls in a special way too, just as she 
did. 

We kissed each other passionately and held each other close. She was taller 
than I was and she was sleek and strong in that bed. Her rounded tits 
smashed against my own girlish breasts as she kissed me and ran her tongue 
deep into my mouth and I felt that radicalism in my heart again. I was no 
longer a rich bitch, I thought. I was a prisoner, just as Brandy was a 
prisoner. 

And I knew that this relationship with Brandy was going to be even better 
than the one that I had had with Nina, because Brandy and I were meeting as 
equals in that prison. I had lost all my rich-bitch attitude by then. I was 
just another prisoner and that equality that Brandy and I shared gave us the 
kind of feeling that we needed. 

My panties began to get wet with pussy juice. Brandy moved her leg over my 
body and rubbed her panties into mine and I could feel the wetness of her 
cunt on mine and I felt that we were really and truly lesbian equals then, 
cunt-wet, girl-thrilled equals. We were going to make a great pair. 

And then we moved on the bunk until I was lying on top of her. I kissed her 
cheerful, beautiful, gray face and I felt her long legs move around my body. 

Then Brandy and I started to hump each other. I moved my pantied wetness 
against her own and I worked on top of her as a male would work on her. I 
felt her juices match mine and I sighed and kissed her wonderful, strong, 
sleek neck. 

I thought of Brandy as a princess, a princess of the streets. That is what I 
wanted her to be for me. And she was a princess, a princess with a wet cunt 
just like my own. That wet cunt was what I really cherished about her. 

Then I moved off Brandy and we did the same thing as the same time. 

We did it when we looked at each other and read the need in each other's 
eyes. 

Each of us put our hands in our panties and lowered those white, identical, 
prison issued panties down our legs and pushed them to the end of the bunk 
with our feet. And then Brandy slipped her fingers into my wet, sopping 
love-hole. When she did that, I moved my own fingers into her wet cunt and I 
heard her sighs match my own as two of my fingers started to work in her 
girl-of-the-streets pussy. 

My fingers worked with a lively lust in her cunt and her fingers dug deep 
into my snatch. Brandy had very long fingers, the kind of fingers that were 
made for moving deeply into a wet, lesbian girl. I envied her her long 
fingers, but I was glad that she had then and knew how to use them. I was 
glad that she was using them on me. 

As we fingered each other, I spoke to her in gasps of girlish passion. 

"Dig into me, Brandy. We are both prisoners. Dig into my cunt and fuck me 
with those fingers of yours." 

And she moaned in an answer to me as we lay there so close together on that 
bunk. 

"Your fingers are good too, Terri. God, that feels good. Move them around in 
there. Dig into my cunt." 

And, together, we dug, like two miners searching for gold. 

And Brandy kissed my face and I knew that I had found my gold in her, in her 
cunt from the streets, her prisoner pussy, that was so much like my own. 

Equals, I kept thinking, real and true equals. That was what we were. 

We were loving, lesbian equals in our, little prison-cell bunk. 

And we both knew that that top bunk would not be used very often. We both 
knew that we would sleep together, close together on that bottom bunk during 
the time that we shared each other and this cell in our prison. 

Brandy pulled her long fingers out of me when I started to toss there on the 
bunk bed. I knew that she did not want me to come yet. I knew that that girl 
from the streets wanted to do something else for me before she would allow 
me to come. 

And I lay back and pulled my fingers from her wet snatch too. 

I lifted her fingers to my face and held them there and then I lifted my own 
fingers up. 

I took one of her fingers that had been in my cunt and one of my fingers 
that had been in her cunt and I and I put those two fingers in my mouth at 
the same time. The sweetness of lesbian pussy seemed to explode in my head 
and I could not tell her sweetness from my own. I tasted both of the radical 
fingers and both of the radical cunts at the same time and I thought of that 
word again, the word that defined both of us so well. 

Equals, I thought. We are equals now. We are so equal that we will make the 
best lovers possible. 

And sucking on her finger and my finger and tasting her cunt juices and my 
own cunt juices, I thought again of my sister and my working-class lover, of 
Linda and Nina. I vowed to carry on their fight against the establishment 
and I knew that Brandy would help me in my fight for certain. 

And I thought that, if it took two deaths, two murders at the hands of the 
law, to bring me to this place with Brandy, this equal and lusting, 
revolutionary place, then the two deaths were worth it. 

And I knew that Nina and Linda would both understand. They had understood 
before I had ever understood. They had smelled the death in that bank before 
I had smelled the death. 

And then I-took the two fingers from my lips and closed my eyes and sighed 
as Brandy, the girl from the streets, moved her wide, happy lips to my 
nipple and sucked that pink, hard thing into her mouth. 

I sighed and I jerked on that bunk bed with my new lover. 

And I put my hand on her dark, kinky hair, the hair that she kept cut short 
so that it would not cause her much of a problem in a fight. That was what 
she had. told me before we had gone to bed that night. 

And I loved that hair that was part of Brandy's preparation for battle. 

And I loved the lips that were around my pink and ready nipple. 

She sucked on my nipple with such ease and such passion. 

She gave me a quiet and easy lust in my body, a lust that was both peaceful 
and exciting, a lust that thrilled me and calmed me at the same time. 

It was a revolutionary lust, I thought, the true revolutionary lust of the 
streets. 

As I felt that strange and peaceful lust, rolling through my body like the 
waves on a sea, I felt Brandy work her way down my flesh, kissing and 
licking me with quick movements of her tongue, quick and steady and 
professional movements. 

And I knew that this girl had, no doubt, had a lot of experience with other 
girls. 

I lay there and shivered and she licked my navel and caressed it with her 
red, quick tongue. 

And I knew that she was going to go down even further on my body and give me 
what I really needed to feel good about myself and my own revolutionary 
lust. She worked her way through my dark pussy-hair and she licked my hair 
with her tongue and I squirmed under her. 

I sighed to her with a voice that was soft with girlish passion. 

"Oh, eat out my cunt, Brandy. You are I are equals. Eat out my cunt and then 
I will eat out yours--. " 

And I tossed on the bed and gave in to her with all of my soul as she moved 
her tongue around the lips of my pussy. She licked those quivering lips and 
she tasted the wetness that was down there and made my pussy even more wet.
