Office porn Queen

CHAPTER SEVEN

Which was all very well so far as the general glow of sexy friendship was concerned, and the promise of something doing, when Hank showed up again, that would be hot and lively and very, very good.

But at the same time, Helen suffered from a condition known as unsatisfied cunt. This condition also involves unsatisfied lips, unsatisfied nips, an unsatisfied and itchy clit, and nerves left on edge and not at all comfortable to live with. Worse yet, the nasty, edgy feeling brought Helen back to the last day she had worked as a Wanderlust hostess. That time in Conference One. That bitch of a Cleo. Walked out, her own twat (and all the rest) made quite mellow with lesbian techniques, but Helen left unsatisfied and unhappy, reduced to the juvenile occupation of playing cunt-finger.

So Helen had two reasons for feeling not at all placid as she walked down a corridor toward the apartment she shared with Tina McGill.

She had not expected two men to walk out of the apartment as she approached. Nor to hear Tina sing out gaily from within: "So-long, fellas. Keep your cocks up."

One of the youngish men called back at Tina: "Keep your twat hot, kiddo."

The other looked too tired to talk, and he was walking bowlegged.

Tina McGill. From the "Tina" one might infer she was tiny, but she stood a good five-nine and had big bones and heavy breasts, broad hips and big blue eyes. She looked as though she might have stepped off a Viking ship, or as though she ought to be wearing armor and singing Brunnhilde at the opera.

The "McGill" might infer that she had Irish ancestors and, marched in the St Patrick's Day parade. But Tina never walked when she could ride.

Entering their apartment Helen felt herself glowering. She simply couldn't rise above her twitchy-cunt condition and be pleasant. "Been getting well screwed, I see," she said to her apartment mate.

"Nah. Except that I did get screwed because I got cheated. Yeh, I guess. My problem is that it takes two men to hold me down when I get going. So I was glad to have those fellas drop in. But they had different ideas from mine. Cup of something?"

"Tea."

"You always drink coffee."

"Tea." Just to be contrary.

"Well, what they did, those two fellas," said Tina from the stove, "is, well, first of all they run a feely movie. That's where I met them. I was there getting felt by some guy from the office and on the way out, these two fellas, Hal and Sam, they were stopping couples and asking how did you like the show. So we got to talking."

"What's a feely movie?"

"You don't go there to watch the movie. You go there to get felt up. There's a lot of jerking off and clit rubbing too."

"How nice."

"And there's been rapes, and the smoke of the pot in that place is so thick, sometimes you can't even see the screen."

"You do seem to know the in places."

"Listen, one time I was in there with some guy from my old block and I was in the middle of going down on him when we hear these screams and there is a girl being raped by three fellas lined up to go at her in the aisle. Well some fool called a cop but when he came in the girl kicked him and scratched him because she had only been screaming to attract more and more fellas to fuck her."

"All this and a movie too?"

"Oh, had a helluva good show last time, I remember," reminisced Tina. "It was called, BRENDA TAKES IT BETWEEN THE BUTTOCKS. I remember I got an awful nice feel out of Hal while he was watching the picture."

"But I thought you didn't go there to watch the show, just to get felt-up?"

"They feel-up the girl, then she…"

"Well, they can get it in too, but what the hell, why break your back in a theatre seat when it's always possible to find a bed somewhere."

"I see."

"You want to see a feely, you can look at the show, nobody's gonna stop you."

"Glad of that."

"You come along with me next time I go."

"Well…"

"The thing about the show is the sound track, too. Which you are listening to the sound of exactly what you see up there, which is like any other movie, huh, but I mean, what you see up there isn't."

"Tell me more."

"Well, last time or maybe it was the time before, I dunno, lemme think, was I sucking Freddie or Herbie… it was Herbie, the one who puts strawberry syrup on his prick to make it nice for the girl. Well, where was I? Oh, yes, that time they had pictures, right up close I mean, of elephants fucking each other and the sound track was great. It sounded so squooshy, if you know what I mean. Squshhh, squshhh, squssh."

"A man who needs sounds like that to get him hot has something wrong with him."

"Yeh? It got me pretty hot. I even bought a recording. We could put it on later, maybe."

"Is the tea ready?"

"Just about. Oops!" Tina, with her big clumsy hands, had broken the teapot.

"I should have stopped at McDonald's," Helen muttered.

"Well, gee, I'm sorry. But I'm awful nervous. I didn't get my rocks off with Sam and Hal and you know how that feels, leaves you all unsatisfied."

"I know how it feels," said Helen grimly. "In fact, right now I'm having the same problem. Tell you about how it happened sometime. But what do you mean? Two men couldn't make you come?"

"I found out something about Hal and Sam," grumbled Tina. "They're fairies."

"Then what were they doing in your bedroom."

"Sucking each other's pricks."

"Huh?"

"They were walking along together and they got hot and needed a private place, so Hal says, 'Hey, I know a broad up in that building, she might let us use her bedroom.'."

"We could go into the Court House and suck in the toilet," says Sam.

"But Hal like me, he likes to be comfortable. So they rang the bell and came on up and I wouldn't let them in at first but they said they had an idea my roommate wasn't home on account they had seen you walking with a bellhop or something…"

"A bellhop!" shouted Helen.

"Well, anyway, he wore a uniform. So if I would let them in, all they wanted was a quiet place where they could stick their pricks into something nice and shoot their loads."

"So I let them in. And found out they weren't really lying, but when they talked about sticking their pricks into something nice they didn't mean me."

"You sounded so friendly when they were leaving."

"Who bears grudges? Beside, they'll let me in for half-price any time at the feely movie." The girls now paused and had teabag tea and stale cookies.

"God damn it," Tina said. "My trouble was, I shouldn't have watched them suck each other. It got me so Goddam hot and needing a fuck something awful, but it was is the wrong time to find gigolos hanging around in the park, and they charge so much these days. So what am I going to do with my Goddam twitching twat?"

"Well, you can take the hand mirror off your dresser, then lie on your back and spread your legs and hold the mirror so you can see into your crotch."

"And then?"

"Admire your pussy, of course."

"Ah, shit, Helen."

Tina looked hurt. She said no more, only looked away, seemed near tears. She drank more tea and had another cookie.

Silence hung over them.

Tina said at last, "Cheez, if you don't like me, I'll move away. You got more education than me and you been an airline hostess and met all kinds of people, maybe I'm too low-class for you."

Silence.

"I mean," muttered Tina. "You got women in your bed, that's what you like, but you don't have to look down your nose at me."

It came to Helen then that, yes, she was better educated than Tina and certainly she had seen more of the world and had met some very interesting people.

This did not make her feel superior to the other girl, sitting there so mournfully, but it did stir up something in her head… and her nipples… and her cunt.

She heard herself breathing deeply.

She felt herself starved for the orgasm that would sweep away her tenseness and let her blissfully enjoy hours and hours of restoring sleep.

She began to realize that although she had tried to let Tina be a real partner in their apartment sharing arrangement, Tina always had let her make the major decisions. What kind of dishes to buy. What kind of food. Even what kind of tapes for the tape player.

When a prospective airline hostess enters a training school, she finds herself being watched for more than the way she moves her body and the way she walks her breasts down an aisle.

The airline looks also for a certain ability to handle others. Some passengers do need handling.

And the airlines look for the habit of taking charge that can be so valuable in the case of any emergency.

I guess I have some of all that, thought Helen. That's why Tina leans on me and that's why she values my guidance.

That means… well…

Well, despite all her lesbian lippings, lappings, funnel-tonguing and all the other kinds of woman-to-woman sex that Helen had indulged in so often, she never yet had tried to seduce another woman.

So here they sat, Tina and she, their cunts screaming for release from the tensions they had built up, and a gigolo quite a heavy expense, and, well.

Bet I can do it, thought Helen.

"Tina, I'm sorry I was so snappish. I really did have a bad time with this fellow in uniform… I think he's a movie-usher cadet or something like that… because he got me so hot that I nearly went crazy and then he said it was Friday and it's bad luck to have an orgasm on a Friday, and he went away."

Tina sniffed but managed to say, "Yeh, some people get awful superstitious. I mean, everyone knows a black cat is hard luck but not coming on a Friday, never heard that one before."

"Well, that's men, Tina. They think of themselves, first, last and always."

"Yeh, you know, you got something there."

"Now those two pansies, Hal and Sam is it? Imagine a woman saying, 'Mind if my friend and I use your bedroom for a few minutes so we can suck each other off?'."

"Never heard a woman say that, no. Yeh, they're two jerks, those guys. But that's the kind comes after me. The jerks."

"Tina, how can a man really appreciate a woman for the tender, loving, sensitive creature she is? Men! What they care about is their muscles and their pricks. And all that hair, ugh, I mean, on the few occasions when I have taken pity on a man and allowed him to press his belly on mine and fuck me, I have been absolutely disgusted at being in contact with so much hair."

"Hey, I once fucked a fella with a long beard and he liked me on top, see, I mean the layin flat on top position for the girl, and you know what he did with his beard?"

"Something awful, I know."

"He laid it right down my back."

"Ugh!"

"And it tickled."

"Ugh! Isn't that awful?"

"Well, I kinda liked it, but y'know, now that I look back on it maybe it was awful."

"Tina."

"Hnnn?"

"Tina, please go on being my friend. I am so very fond of you, Tina dear. And if I get grumpy sometimes, well, the ones who are really to blame are the men. Do you… still… like me, Tina?"

Helen took Tina's hand and pressed it to her cheek.

"Ah, sure, you're a swell gal," said Tina, flushing. "I mean, I learn so much from you about style and housekeeping and cooking and all, and anyway you're pretty and it's nice to have a pretty person around."

"I think you're pretty too, Tina."

"Ah, g'wan. Me? Old horse face?"

"I see the beauty beneath, Tina dear. And I feel the yearning beneath, as well. The yearning for real love, untainted by the hairy coarseness of men. Tina," breathed Helen while her cunt began to moisten, "let me kiss you so that I know we're really friends and we'll always, always understand each other."

As her face approached Tina's, the larger woman turned her head to take the kiss on the cheek. But Helen found her lips.

At first the larger lips rested uneasily upon hers. Then, as Helen parted her own lips, rising on her toes to make her breasts press upon Tina's, the other girl's lips also parted and the kiss became juicy.

Tina pulled away suddenly. She had a red face and she shook. "Hey!" she said.

But when Helen drew her close again, Tina did not resist. And when Helen slipped a hand down into the loose neckline of Tina's housecoat, Tina only gasped upon her lips as their kiss resumed… and continued, their tongues now writhing together.

Tina wore nothing beneath the housecoat. Helen's hand easily found the beansack breast and stroked its heavy nipple. She felt the nipple rise beneath her fingers and she rubbed it in little circles and heard Tina gasp.

The loose housecoat acted as a funnel to bring odors upward. Helen sniffed, making no noise, and even while kissing she smiled her triumph. Tina's cunt odor was not quite like her own, not being so delicately musky, but it was cunt odor and it told her what she wanted to know.

"Undress me," she whispered.

"I'm scared."

"Nothing bad can happen, only good things. Love. No more loneliness."

"I mean, I never."

"Be my virgin," Helen whispered upon Tina's lips while she kneaded a big breast whose nipple felt more and more excited. "Be my bride of Lesbos. Where the lesbians first found out how glorious it is to have a sex life without men. Where burning Sappho loved and sung. Where lesbianism built its sacred temples and developed all the loving customs that have come down through the ages to help modern woman avoid those disgusting modern man. Be my virgin. Be my bride of Lesbos. Come with me, my darling. Come with me. Be my bride. Now."

Slowly, as Tina hesitated, Helen pushed the housecoat from one of her shoulders, then from the other. But she kept the coat from falling all the way. She held it just above Tina's breasts and she kissed along the line of the housecoat just as she herself had once been kissed along the top margin of her hostess-model brassiere.

Slowly she moved the cloth downward, following it with kisses. Where at first she had been kissing what one might call Tina's chest, now she kissed the upper swell of the breasts, glissading her lips up and down from one breast to the other.

She needed only the hand to keep the housecoat in place as she slowly moved it down Tina's body. The other hand was free to roam.

It slowly, slowly lifted the hem of the housecoat.

Slowly, slowly it exposed Tina's lower legs. Then her trembling knees.

Then her thighs, swelling outward as the housecoat crept upward.

Then, as Tina's generous hips appeared, so did her bush, ample in size and releasing the musk that is nature's call to sex.

"Oh, oh," Tina moaned, standing with eyes closed, helpless to move.

Again, Helen lowered the top part of the housecoat minutely down along the, ever-growing breasts. She kissed hotly. Kissed. Kissed.

Then suddenly she moved the coat several inches and exposed the nipples.

She dropped the coat, leaving Tina naked, and she turned the big tits toward each other and made one nipple circle the other, and made the two nipples bump each other and rub together.

When Tina said, "Yes!" Helen plunged her open mouth at a nipple and in the same instant plunged her hand between Tina's legs.

She really hadn't known how much sticky stuff a big woman could produce. Shedding her panties, she wiped cunt goo onto her own seething twat and then, taking the mixture of her stickum and her friend's, she wiped from cunt to cunt, the stickum growing warmer in her hand as the two bodies raised their temperature higher and higher as they felt the lash of passion.

Gently Helen led Tina into the big woman's bedroom, hoping that the familiar surroundings would help her feel at ease. The "bride" shook with fear. Surely not fear of pain but fear of the unknown, and Helen understood this.

"It's only Helen, who loves you," she whispered. "It's only your dear old friend who at last wants to show you what real, warm feminine friendship is all about. Oh Tina my dearest, until you join another woman in the embraces and techniques of lesbian love, you haven't lived. And you surely haven't loved."

"But. But…"

"It's the jealous people who call us wicked," Helen murmured into her friend's ear, and kissed the ear and tongued it inside, feeling how Tina's hand trembled in her own as she did so. "They're jealous, that's all. They envy us our friendship and our passion."

They stood at Tina's bed. A teddy bear that Tina kept on the pillow, her good-luck charm from childhood, seemed to grin at them.

"See, Tina, I'll turn out the lights but I'll leave the hall light on and the door open a trifle. I want you to see me when I make love to you. And I want to see you."

Helen sat upon the bed and pulled the trembling Tina down beside her. Then Helen lay upon the bed, her head upon the pillow, pushed the teddy bear aside gently and patted the place beside her.

When at last Tina lay beside her, she gently stroked the other woman from head to toe, lingering on the breasts and the pelvic region and ending with two fingers inside Tina's cunt, searching out her mysteries.

Again she kissed Tina's breasts and soul-kissed her lips and ran kisses along her spine down to her ass cheeks, which she nibbled and nipped.

Then she kept Tina on her back, gasping, and lifted one of the girl's long legs and kissed the toes and sucked at them.

"Oh gawd, I'm going to fly away, I'm going to turn into jelly," moaned Tina.

"I'm so glad I make you happy. Now…"

Slowly, ever so slowly, Helen drew her lips down along the calf of the uplifted leg and when she came to the back of the knee, she lingered. It was not for nothing that she had sported with two women in Conference One.

And when she compared what she was doing with the callow techniques of high-school girls who get interested in each other's bodies, she felt glad she had reached a higher plane of experience and expertness.

Working on the nerve centers behind the knee, even though it hardly seems a sexual organ, she got Tina almost unable to catch her breath, beating her hands on the bed, saying the kind of no-no-no that they both knew meant yes.

Helen now traveled her lips down the inside of Tina's thigh. She went an inch at a time. And as she approached Tina's cunt she slowly pushed the leg outward and then the other leg so that the way to the honey pot showed straight and clear.

Somewhere in Tina's past there must have been a mother or an aunt or even a hygiene teacher who had told her of the so-called dangers of lesbianism. Tina could not forget this. She actually pushed at Helen, moaning, "No, you mustn't, you can't, I won't let you, it's naughty, it's dreadful. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. OhOhOhOhOhOhOhOhOh…" But Helen's educated tongue got to work on her steamy cunt, sucking, lapping, tugging at the lips, thrusting into the fuck tube with a tongue that would not be denied.

It was hard work, making Tina come. With her tongue and her fingers and even with her breasts rubbing Tina's in a wild saraband, Helen kept at it and kept at it. Toward the end, as she felt passion nearing its climax, she made sure it did not recede by adding the excitement of a bum hole tickle and then her tongue at the same place while her hand worked at Tina's cunt savagely.

Then back to the fuck tunnel, now feeling with tongue and fingers and even her cheeks as she pressed her face into the big wet crotch, how the tremors had begun deep inside and were rising along the wildly fluttering tissues.

When Tina came, she clamped Helen's head with her legs and humped herself and screamed.

When at last the big woman lay exhausted and smiling, with sweat-wet hair falling across her face, Helen knew she had created a lesbian.

Both exhausted, they went to bed together. Murmuring of how grateful she was, and how deeply she loved Helen, Tina took Helen's head to the plump pillow of her breasts. Helen fell asleep.

"You were talking in your sleep last night, sweetie," said the blushing Tina next morning. She had worn her best frilly bed jacket to the breakfast table.

"What did I say?"

"Oh, it wasn't very clear, but you said, I think, When I return, we have unfinished business, remember. Hey, sweetie, you and I, we don't have any unfinished business after last night!"

"I must have heard someone say that somewhere, about unfinished business, but I can't remember who," said Helen. But she lied. She remembered very well how Hank Hastings had told her, with those very words, that he would return to her and take up their love-life again.

Suddenly, in the bright sunshine of that morning, with her new conquest, Tina, already feeling her beneath the table and ready for lesbian fireworks, Helen felt lonely and cold.