The Beach House (14 page)

“I don’t think so,” Kim said, and Jenni’s
cheeks flushed.

Kim started working the bikini bottoms down
over Jenni’s hips. This was meant to be a job, but anticipation
thrummed in her chest as the other woman’s pubic hair appeared.
Darker than her own honey blonde bush would be if she allowed it to
grow, Jenni’s pubic hair was fine and curled, completely untrimmed
but not a thick mat, enchanting Kim. As the bikini came down it
caught for a moment where it was pressed into the slit between
Jenni’s legs and Kim tugged harder, her eyes lingering as it pulled
free. She was rewarded with an even better view as Jenni sat back
on the bed and lifted her right leg to withdraw from one side of
the briefs. The movement opened her thighs. Kim saw a perfect pink
slit cradled by plump labia. Kim concentrated, stretching material
hard as she worked it slowly over Jenni’s leg, trying not to touch
skin. She was reminded of a game she used to play with her Dad with
a wire and a ring, trying over and over to ease it around the
curves without a bell sounding.

Finally the bikini bottoms came clear and
Jenni flopped back against the bed.

Kim leaned over her. “Do you want the
covers?”

Jenni shook her head. “I’ll just lie like
this, I think.” Her eyes were starting to glaze over. “Those
Tylenol are kicking in now. I’m floating.”

Kim backed off. “I’ll shut the door. I
wouldn’t want Joe to accidentally get an eyeful.”

“Joe can look if he wants,” Jenni murmured,
but she was starting to drift now.

“I’ll come see how you are in a couple of
hours.”

“You’re a sweetheart.”

Kim paused at the door, looking back at the
unbelievable perfection of Jenni lying across the sheet. The
undersides of her heavy breasts were pale, but not as white as her
hips where the bikini bottoms had been, and Kim guessed Jenni
sometimes went topless. Sighing, she closed the door softly.

Joe was sitting at the kitchen table
drinking coffee.

“There’s fresh made if you want some.”

Kim poured herself a mug and added
cream.

“How is she?” Joe asked.

“Okay, I think.”

He looked across the table at her. “How
about you?”

“I’m fine too, Joe.”

She knew Joe was on edge, hyped up by the
sudden emergency, but also she imagined because he was turned on.
Kim wondered if she should take him to the small second bedroom,
but somehow that didn’t feel right. The house seemed too confining.
She knew Joe needed to let off steam some other way.

“What about you?” Kim asked. “How are
you?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. That gave
me a hell of a scare.”

“She’s fine, Joe.” Kim reached across for
his hand. “Why don’t you get out? You said you wanted to hire one
of those kayaks. Go do something manly, work it out of your
system.”

“I don’t want to leave you here on your
own.”

“I won’t be on my own. Jenni’s upstairs.
Besides, I think this has worn me out too. I want to curl up and
sleep for an hour. So go, work those gorgeous muscles and come back
for dinner.”

“Are you sure, babe?”

Kim nodded. “We’ll eat around seven. That
should give you enough time to work off whatever’s ailing you.”

Kim knew exactly what was ailing Joe, but
she thought it better for that idea to remain unspoken, for the
moment.

Kim jerked awake from a wild dream and looked
around
, only slowly coming up from the hot place she had been.
Her book had fallen closed beside the lounger and her body was
vibrating with the sudden jolt of waking.

She sat up and washed her hands across her
face, glanced up at the sun. Time to go in anyway.

She picked up her book and discarded t-shirt
and walked up on the porch, not bothering to pull her top back on,
holding the cotton against her breasts although it was no cover at
all. Her breasts were ultra-sensitive again after sleeping, and she
wondered idly if it was because the sun had been on them or if
there was some other reason. Her nipples had dried up now Ami was
asleep. They seemed to respond to her daughter’s mere presence. Kim
smiled at the thought of Ami and a wash of pure love coursed
through her.

In the kitchen she made herself a long
drink, made a second and wandered upstairs to the bedroom to see
how Jenni was and ask if she needed anything. The bedroom door was
not fully closed and Kim pushed it gently, not wanting to disturb
the other woman if she was still sleeping.

Jenni lay on top of the bed, sprawling to
take up all the room, arms thrown wide, legs splayed, her heavy
breasts rising and falling. Kim stood in the doorway, unable to
take her eyes off the vision displayed before her. Watching, Kim
experienced a throbbing between her legs and lifted a finger to
touch her left nipple. She was unbelievably sensitive and gave a
quiet gasp as the flesh responded to her touch, stiffening and
filling. A bead of milk expressed itself and dampened her
fingertip.

Jenni stirred, letting her breath out in a
long sigh, twisting one way then the other. She lifted a hand to
her face and scratched her cheek. Her eyes opened and stared up at
the ceiling before noticing Kim standing in the doorway.

“Oh.” Her voice was furred by sleep. “Have
you been there long?” She made no move to cover herself, content to
display her perfect body to Kim, or unselfconscious enough not to
be aware she was displaying.

“Not long.” Kim leaned against the edge of
the door. “I brought you a drink, or do you want to sleep some
more? How’s the leg?”

Jenni rubbed her nose and shook her head. “I
won’t sleep again tonight if I do. The leg’s fine now, I think. I
really ought to get up.” She made no move, instead stretching,
arching her back and smiling with pleasure.

Kim straightened and moved into the room.
She placed the drinks on the nightstand, turned to the bed,
hesitated, sat.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Jenni?” She
looked into the other woman’s eyes, and they both knew the question
was not as casual as Kim made it sound.

“I’m good,” Jenni said. “How come you and
Joe have such a perfect marriage? What’s your secret? Tell me,
please.” Jenni grinned, trying to make a joke of her words.

“We’re not so perfect.”

“You seem to be from where I am.”

Kim pulled a sad face and put her hand on
Jenni’s right ankle. For a moment Jenni tensed, then relaxed, as
though making a conscious decision to let things go where they
would.

“I’ve got a question for you,” Kim said.

“Shoot.”

“Why is a woman as beautiful as you still
hanging around with a loser like your husband?”

Jenni laughed softly, her body stretching
once more as though sleep still lingered within her bones and
needed to be eased loose. “You overestimate me, Kim. Life’s never
as easy as it seems. Joe said the same thing to me and I’ll give
you the same answer I gave him. I’m not beautiful, and I don’t have
too many options.”

Kim shook her head, found her fingers had
started to lightly stroke up and down along Jenni’s leg, never
straying more than six inches from her ankle, but moving in soft
trails over the smooth skin. Kim had no idea when she had started
to perform the movement, but it felt good to touch the other woman.
The tingle came again between her legs. Her eyes dropped from
Jenni’s face to take in her breasts. Her gaze lingered, openly
looking, and as though in response she saw Jenni’s nipples fill and
lengthen, lifting out from the dark aureole surrounding them. Kim
had draped her t-shirt over her shoulder, a token effort to cover
herself, but she knew it had settled between them and her breasts
were now on display.

“Are you ready to try?” Kim asked. “You can
leave him if it’s what you want.”

“I do want things,” Jenni said. “I want
kids. Like you. I envy you so much with Ami. She’s so gorgeous I
want to eat her up.”

Kim laughed. “Don’t do that. You can have
babies with someone else. Maybe it’s Mark’s fault you can’t get
pregnant.”

“It isn’t that simple.” Jenni rolled over
and lay on her belly, dislodging Kim’s hand from her leg.

Kim looked down, studying Jenni’s ass, laid
her hand back on Jenni’s leg, this time higher than before. Kim was
nervous, not quite sure what she was really up to, but beginning to
form an idea of what she wanted. Butterflies gathered in her
stomach. She had never done anything with another woman before. She
had played with the idea once or twice, teased Joe a couple of
times, the teasing exciting her as well. She knew the scenario
aroused Joe, aroused him a lot. She had never touched another woman
in the way she wanted to touch Jenni now, but she had never known
anyone like Jenni before.

“It can be simple,” Kim said. “Leave him,
Jen.”

“I’ve got nowhere to go.”

“Stay with us.”

Jenni gave a bitter laugh. “You don’t know
Mark. He’d be round here in a second demanding I go back. He’s not
a nice man, Kim. Not nice at all.”

“Joe can take care of us. Besides, I didn’t
mean here, though you’re welcome here too. I meant back home, in
New York. Come stay with us in New York.”

Jenni rolled on her side to stare at Kim.
“You hardly know me.” Her breasts swung free as she turned, heavy
and curved against the sheets, nipples obscured but the pink circle
of her aureole showing.

“Well enough to know how much we like you.
Don’t underestimate yourself, Jen. Mark’s turned you into a mouse,
and you’re not a mouse.” Her hand had reached the back of Jenni’s
knee, the skin smooth and soft.

“Still.” Jenni rested her head on crossed
hands. “You don’t need me butting in. You’re such a tight unit, you
and Joe and Ami. You don’t need a cuckoo in the nest.”

“I’d like it if you came to stay with us,”
Kim said, and found her voice caught with the emotion coursing
through her. “I’d really like it. I know Joe would too.”

Kim moved up the bed until she was sitting
close to Jenni. The movement caused the t-shirt to fall loose,
draping against her thigh before sliding to the floor. Kim moved
her hand along the back of Jenni’s thigh, slid it high up, not to
where she wanted to go, not yet, but closer. Jenni tensed again, as
she had when Kim first touched her. Kim waited, and once more Jenni
relaxed beneath her fingers. That loosening of the tension excited
Kim, made her think the impossible was possible, what she was
thinking of might actually happen.

Kim wondered what was going through Jenni’s
mind. The same thoughts, different thoughts, thoughts of Joe,
perhaps? Kim wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Not jealous. She
imagined the idea of Joe with another woman ought to make her
jealous, but something different about Jenni displaced normal
emotion.

Jenni sighed, made no reply. Kim didn’t know
if she had expected one. The butterflies were flapping madly now
and she was trying to decide whether to go forward or pull back.
How would Jenni react? If Kim moved further, would that be the end
of the short friendship that had been developing? Or would she
welcome Kim’s advances?

Jenni stretched, the movement parting her
thighs and Kim smelled the rawness of her, the scent that came with
arousal, looked at the perfect skin of her ass, at the tan lines
formed by her bikini bottom. She leaned over and kissed Jenni on
the side of her hip just where the round curve of her ass
formed.

“What are you doing?” Jenni asked, but no
shock sounded in her voice, her words soft.

“Kissing your butt.” Kim laughed, letting
some of her nervous tension loose.

“Why?”

Kim laughed again. “Do you have to ask?
You’ve got maybe the most perfect ass in the world. Why wouldn’t I
want to kiss it?” Kim leaned down again, kissed once more, further
in toward the center, the kiss lasting longer and when she finished
she kept her face there, cheek pressed against Jenni’s curves.

“Oh... Is that all...?”

“All what?” Kim let her lips tickle Jenni’s
ass as she spoke.

“As long as that’s all you want to do.”

“What if I wanted more?” Kim laid her hand
high against Jenni’s thigh, fingers draping inside her parted legs,
almost but not quite touching the bloom of her labia.

“I don’t know.” Jenni spoke into the sheets.
“I’ve never done anything... you know, with another woman...” She
sighed deeply. “You do know I mean, don’t you?”

Kim nodded, moved her hand a little. Her
finger now pressed lightly against Jenni’s pussy. She waited for
some indication of resistance, but none came.

“I expect you do this kind of thing a lot,
in New York.”

Kim laughed, her head shaking gently against
Jenni’s ass, the globes responding to the movement and Kim took the
opportunity to move her hand again so her finger now pressed more
firmly. She was sure dampness lay against her finger.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” Kim
said, and let another kiss linger on Jenni’s ass. She rolled her
face sideways, relishing the way Jenni’s smooth skin brushed her
cheek.

“I don’t believe you,” Jenni said. “You seem
so sure of yourself.”

“I’m not sure at all, not about this... only
about what I want.”

“Oh.”

“Do you mind?” Kim asked.

“What, having my ass kissed? And... that
other thing you’re doing?”

“Yeah, this. Do you mind me doing these
things?”

“I don’t know.”

“You only have to say no, Jen. I won’t mind.
I’ll understand completely. Say no and I’ll stop.” She pressed her
fingers harder against Jenni’s slit. The tightness resisted, the
fullness of her labia closing her sex to all but a determined
finger, and Kim was not yet brave enough to attempt that
violation.

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what
you want me to say.”

“I think you do. You know exactly what you
want to do, Jen. You just don’t want to say it out loud, but that’s
okay.” She worked her fingers against Jenni’s pussy, enjoying the
way the curls of pubic hair brushed against the back of her hand.
Kim trailed her fingers along the crack of Jenni’s ass once more,
not pressing too hard where she wanted to.