Narcissist Seeks Narcissist (3 page)

A tender smile bled across Szuszu’s full lips. “Oh darling, of course it is. There’s nothing I love more than pleasing an admirer.” She pushed herself up from the chaise with great effort, struggled with the buttons of her zebra jacket, then finally gave up on them and tumbled back down. “Would you be a love and undress me, darling?”

Naomi’s breath caught in her chest. This couldn’t be for real. Would Szuszu really let Naomi strip her bare? Only one way to find out: she started with the jacket, unbuttoned it and slipped it from Szuszu’s limp arms. Hot pink underneath, a tight, low-cut sleeveless top. Her cleavage was astounding. Szuszu must have had work done there, too. Naomi had never touched fake boobs before. Would they be hard and unyielding, or soft and warm like real ones? Only one way to find that out, too.

“Can I take off your top?” Naomi whispered. Szuszu had closed her eyes again, but Naomi could tell from the pace of her breathing that she was still awake. “I want to touch your boobs. Is that okay?”

“More than okay.” Szuszu’s eyelids fluttered. Her lashes were thick with black mascara, and her lids were done up in purple. The blush was too red for her washed-out skin tone and her lips looked like glass under that pink gloss, but there was something about all that whorish makeup that was endlessly exciting.

Naomi felt dirty as she pulled the base of Szuszu’s top out of her leather skirt to expose a sallow white stomach. It actually dipped inward, like it was begging Naomi to undress and sink her big belly into that space. The thrill of getting it on with a notorious slut, and a centrefold to boot, made Naomi’s insides bubble with anticipation, though she felt guilty for thinking of Szuszu in such unsympathetic terms. It was wonderful, she self-corrected, that Szuszu was willing to share her body so readily. If Naomi were more attractive and not so fearful of rejection, she’d do just the same.

“Oh, get this bloody thing off of me,” Szuszu growled, suddenly awake and alive. When she’d pulled her pink top up and over her head, Naomi got a good look at gorgeous tits basking in the support of a firm black bra. That didn’t stay on for long. Szuszu fiddled with the clasps and miraculously got them undone. The black cups tumbled down her belly and the straps down her arms, but Naomi was more enthralled by two hard pink nipples standing at attention, just begging to be sucked.

“God, Szuszu.” Naomi pulled the bra away and tossed it to the floor. “Your tits…they’re… God, they’re amazing!” There was no other word for them: large, full, showing no signs of age or operation. They were perky, perkier than Naomi’s and certainly bigger. Naomi couldn’t imagine undressing in front of someone she’d just met, particularly someone this gorgeous, but Szuszu had no shame. Naomi admired her for that quality.

Holding Szuszu’s thin frame, Naomi sunk her face into that hollow chest. She first rested her cheek against one breast and then shifted to the other. They weren’t hard at all. They were warm, soft, welcoming -- everything Szuszu wasn’t. Naomi licked one firm pink bud, and Szuszu took in a swift breath above her head. “Oh darling…oh yes…”

The approval made Naomi smile, and she ran her closed lips side to side over Szuszu’s pleading tits.

“Oh, lick them, darling,” Szuszu begged, her voice a whimper.

It made Naomi feel larger than life, knowing she could bring someone as infamous as Szuszu to her knees, so to speak. She pressed her beautiful tits together, licking them one by one, then licking the place where they were all smooshed into a gorgeous line of cleavage. Naomi’s heart pounded as she took one of Szuszu’s nipples fully into her mouth and began to suck it, rolling her thumb over the other.

Szuszu, moaning now, hiked up her leather skirt. Naomi guided her hand across a bare thigh, toward the heat of her center. Her panties felt tight against Naomi’s fingers, like a fine mesh, and Naomi fought against Szuszu’s hand for primacy. What a struggle, of fingers against fingers, cupping, stroking, rubbing Szuszu’s mound. The heat was indescribable. It seemed odd, to Naomi, that the only portions of Szuszu’s body that weren’t ice cold were her tits and her pussy. Or maybe that wasn’t weird at all.

Thrusting her hand beneath Szuszu’s underwear, Naomi met the heat head-on. It was amazingly wet, which was quite a shock -- she’d always heard that women in Szuszu’s age bracket didn’t get wet on their own. All dried up, in need of lube. Szuszu was a rarity in every way possible. She was like no one Naomi had ever met. She was a gem.

Naomi stroked the slick flesh between Szuszu’s thighs without giving up on her gorgeous breasts. She planted her face in them, licking, sucking, all the while rubbing Szuszu’s engorged clit. Three fingers, rough strokes up and down, circles round and round, all trapped within fine mesh panties. With every pass, Szuszu gasped and sighed. She bucked her hips up off the couch and into Naomi’s hand, moving faster and faster against that beautiful wetness.

Everything was so slick Naomi would have questioned the friction had Szuszu not started to moan, “Oh yes, darling, yes!” Szuszu pressed Naomi’s head down flush to her wonderful breasts, and Naomi sucked like a babe. Her pussy was throbbing, too, but she rejected the thought of asking or accepting anything in return. How many times had Szuszu gotten her off, unwittingly? She was only returning the many, many favors.

Szuszu’s whole body shuddered under Naomi’s giving hand, and she writhed side to side on the chaise, making it difficult for Naomi to keep up. She raised her hips fully off the cushion, up into Naomi’s hand, fucking it with her clit. Her bare thighs trembled. Her heavy breasts shook. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes!” And then she fell back down on the chaise and closed her legs against Naomi’s firm assault. “Oh darling, I simply can’t bear any more. No more, no more…”

Her breath grew deep as Naomi listened to her heartbeat. It was incredibly loud for such a slim woman, and Naomi removed a hand from those wet panties to give the gorgeous woman some relief. She sighed as Naomi kissed her tits, little pecks all over them.

When Naomi sat up on the ottoman and looked down on Szuszu, relaxed and smiling, she felt strangely proud of herself. This couldn’t possibly go on, could it? Not more than this one night. Naomi couldn’t possibly find herself so fortunate. Relationships didn’t blossom between fat girls and centerfolds, not in real life. Maybe this whole night had been a dream.

Chapter 5

“
B
ack when I was a kid, my dad was terrified of heights.” Naomi unscrewed the cap on the nail varnish, then set the bottle down on Szuszu’s low glass and chrome table. “I remember we were on vacation this one time, when my mom still lived with us. We were driving out to some lighthouse, and my parents started arguing in the front seat, whispering but arguing, because dad refused to go up to the top with the rest of us.”

Szuszu loved listening to Naomi’s tales of family adventure. Those stories brought what was distant and nearly forgotten in her own life streaming to the fore. It was wonderful, really.

“My brothers were both asleep in the back seat, and my mom must have thought I was, too, because she said something to my dad that I’ll never forget. She said, ‘You know, Jim, the only people who are afraid of heights are the people who want to jump.’ I can’t imagine she wished any of us kids to hear that.”

Szuszu sunk back against the white leather couch and watched Naomi sitting there on the ottoman and painting her toenails pink -- at least, she thought it must be pink. In truth, she wasn’t a good judge of color at this distance. Increasingly, she wasn’t a good judge of anything at any distance. But that was an issue Szuszu chose to disregard for now.

“And you know what, Szusz?” Naomi stopped painting for a moment and looked up at her.

“What is it, darling?”

Though her lips were a red blur, Szuszu could feel Naomi smiling, somewhat whimsically. “For the longest time, that’s kind of how I felt about lesbians. Does that sound weird? No, I know it does, I just mean… what do I mean?”

“Darling, I haven’t the faintest idea.” Szuszu laughed, reaching for her scotch on the side table. She’d cut back quite drastically, upon Naomi’s insistence in fear for her liver and all that drivel, but, even so, a tipple now and then wasn’t likely to kill her.

Cradling Szuszu’s foot in her lap, Naomi proceeded to paint, seeming lost, like a child off with the fairies. Where had this girl come from? What had Szuszu done to deserve someone like her? Someone who cooked actual meals -- actual honest-to-God food -- and who put sticky, gooey concoctions in a hot oven only to pull out cakes and scones and the like. The processes and procedures of turning groceries into cuisine increasingly fascinated Szuszu. She would sit in the kitchen just watching, in awe, as Naomi chopped and grated and julienned.

“Darling,” Szuszu cut through the silence. “What were you saying before, darling? About fear of jumping and all that?”

Naomi finished up with her toes and then screwed the varnish brush back into the bottle. “It’s kind of silly, I guess. I’m not sure if it even makes sense, but for a long time, when I was younger, every time some girl came out to me or just mentioned casually that she was into women, it scared the hell out of me. It scared me because I’d automatically want to jump her, and it didn’t matter who she was or what she looked like or what kind of personality she had.”

A spark of recognition lit within Szuszu’s belly. “Oh yes, darling. Yes, of course.”

Naomi stroked the tops of her feet with just fingertips, and Szuszu was somewhat surprised she could feel the sensation. Her body seemed to be returning to life. “But, I mean, it scared me so much I would just leave. I’d get away from her, whoever she was, as fast as I possibly could because I was so afraid I’d throw myself at her like a fool.”

“Yes, darling, and why not?” Szuszu asked.

Naomi cocked her head, giggling a touch. “Uhhm…why not throw myself at random women I’ve just met?” She laughed again. “I think a lot of them wouldn’t have been too pleased about me pouncing out of the blue.”

Now Szuszu felt confused, because she’d done just that on more occasions than she could ever hope to remember and never met with acrimony. “But we’re gorgeous, darling, you and I. A gorgeous woman can go up to any random person, shove her hand down their pants, and receive nothing but accolades. And I’m not simply referring to random dykes, darling, or even men for that matter. Even straight girls wouldn’t object.”

This time, Naomi’s chuckle sounded a tad strained. “Well, speak for yourself, Szusz. You’re the gorgeous one. I don’t doubt you could get away with anything.”

Puzzling
, Szuszu thought, for her spitting image to take on such a disparate worldview. “Darling, do you not realize how very much we beautiful people can get away with? Haven’t you noticed yet that you exist in a different category than all the plain people out there in the world? The power lies with us.”

Naomi wrapped her hands around Szuszu’s ankles and squeezed, released, squeezed, released. “You have got to be kidding me,” she said. The girl was shaking her head as well -- Szuszu could see that much. “You
are
kidding, right? Because at first I thought it was all jokes, but now you keep saying it and I’m just…”

Szuszu couldn’t bear the upset in the girl’s voice. Naomi was younger, she had to remind herself, and young people were so concerned about equality, weren’t they? It was true that beautiful people like she and Naomi existed in a class above the rest, but young people sought to abolish class structures. For the first time since Babs had gone off on holiday, Szuszu felt desperately worried that she might lose something precious.

“Kidding,” Szuszu said. “Yes, kidding, darling. Of course I’m kidding.”

The atmosphere seemed to sink below ocean level, and Szuszu reached for her drink in order to dull the heavy emotion pervading. She placed the glass back down when she realized Naomi had slunk from the ottoman, and now knelt behind it. Moving back and forth, from one foot to the other, Naomi kissed the pads of Szuszu’s feet, kissed her instep, kissed her heel, kissed every tender spot at the base of her being. Licked. Nipped. That mouth felt hot and wet and simply wonderful.

Each time they made love, Szuszu felt strikingly more alive. Perhaps this merely coincided with her lessened consumption of alcohol, but Szuszu liked to imagine it had to do with romance in some sense. The greater her bond with Naomi, the greater sensation they would experience together. It was a thought so lovely Szuszu was surprised it had bloomed inside her own mind. She wasn’t generally a romantic of any sort.

“What about you?” Naomi coaxed her feet to point and then blew on her toenails. “Not that you’re old or anything, but it mustn’t have been easy back in the day.”

Confusion again. “What wasn’t easy, darling?”

Naomi stopped blowing the polish dry and tilted her head upward. “Well, you know…meeting women and all that. It’s not like you could go on the internet and log onto lesbian forums or dating sites or whatever.”

Those days…oh, those long ago days…so spaced and so wasted, perpetually, chronically. Everything blurred together into an extended orgy of drugs and alcohol and, yes, of sex as well. Sex for sex’s sake, she’d always told herself, but the shutter of a camera in the back of her mind told her otherwise. “Oh…” She gasped, clasping her hand to her heart.

Szuszu closed her eyes and watched the scene play out in a fog, describing each recollection as it came to her: “A photo shoot…before that centerfold you showed me, years before that. I was barely eighteen, already more street smart than I should have been, and yet still more naïve than I could have been. The drugs…they made us…he made us…”

Naomi rubbed Szuszu’s ankles and the base of her legs, those hands like silk, moving slowing, caressing her long-forgotten body. “Who made you do what?”