The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (44 page)

“Then we have the same taste,” she responded approvingly. The sexual implications of our taste in food must have seemed so obvious to her that she saw no need to make wisecracks. She
unlocked her apartment door and announced, “Welcome to my lair, babe.”

I got a brief glimpse of the leather sofa and glass coffee table in her living room before she wrapped herself around me, pushing me against the wall. She pressed her lips against mine, taking
my breath away. When I opened my mouth slightly, her warm tongue pushed its way in. I felt as if I could melt into a soggy mass against her wiry, determined body. She radiated heat, and I craved
it.

One arm at a time, she eased herself out of her jacket, which dropped onto the carpet. Without letting my mouth go, she began tugging the dripping denim off me, and I was relieved to be rid of
it. Once my jacket had joined hers, she calmly unzipped my pants and pulled my T-shirt up so she could slide her hands underneath it to find my breasts. “Ummpf,” I grunted in
surprise.

“Come on, honey,” she breathed into one of my ears. “You want it. Let me take them off, right here.”

Being covered in cold, wet clothes didn’t strengthen my ability to resist her assault. As meekly as she could have wanted, I pulled my arms out of my T-shirt sleeves and even unhooked my
own bra for her. Then I stepped out of my drenched cotton pants and stood, dressed only in black silk panties (my little indulgence), for her inspection. “Ahh,” she sighed, briefly
looking me up and down. She looked amused. She kissed her way from my chin down to my collar-bone while she held me upright as though she were afraid I would fall down. I thought that was likely,
since her attention was making me weak in the knees.

The nipples on my little breasts were pointed and puckered by the time her mouth approached them. I gasped when she sucked one hard, flicking it with her tongue. Both her hands slid up to
support them, pushing them out. I wished I could produce milk for her.

She raised her head to look me in the face. “Sweet tits, Josephine,” she told me. Somehow her use of my whole name made me feel more naked. “I want to bite them.” No one
before her had told me this so bluntly, but I wasn’t surprised.

She pulled my left nipple into her mouth, pulling most of my breast in with it. Her strong sucking sent chills over my damp skin and sent a tingle to my awakening clit. She took her mouth off me
for long enough to ask, “Let me?” At that moment, I wanted to grant her every wish.

“Mmm,” I replied, spreading my legs slightly for the invasion I expected. Ted clamped her mouth on my right nipple. Pain flashed through my flesh like the hard sting of rain. I
yelped, realizing that she had bitten me.

Somehow she managed to say “Aww” while sucking my nipple as though she wanted to draw the pain out of me along with sweat, blood, any intimate fluid she could get. I wrapped my arms
around Ted’s head, running my hands over her thicket of hair. It felt to me like the fur of some exotic, powerful animal that I had never been close to before.

I shifted, subtly pushing my other breast toward her, to please her or to get it over with. She accepted my offer, pulling the point hard into her mouth, stretching it for the attention of her
teeth. This time the pain reminded me of an electric shock from a needle-sized streak of lightning, as though the energy of an ancient storm goddess had come indoors with us.

Ted brought her mouth back to mine, kissing me possessively. She gave me the lightly salty taste of my own skin on her tongue, which had somehow picked up my two spurts of fear. Her hands held
my breasts as if to protect them from predators like herself.

“I broke the skin, baby,” she purred, nuzzling my neck. She sounded like a talking tiger. “Still feel it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I sighed, shivering from the touch of her warm hands. One of them slid slowly under my panties and purposefully down my sensitive belly, which moved in response. She reached
the hair that covered my lower lips. Two of her fingers slyly parted them, searching for my quivering clit. My legs were quivering too, but I knew she wanted me to stay on my feet as long as I
could.

“Josephine,” she breathed between kisses on my neck and cheeks, “do you want me?”

I wanted to cry. Not long before, lurid images of murder and ritual suicide had briefly filled the screen of my mind, setting off a mood that was fatalistic, desperate and calm at the same time.
Ted’s seduction of me had felt like the inevitable sequel to KC’s casual dismissal. I felt like a leaf pounded by the hailstorm outdoors, and my own physical needs felt like part of the
impersonal force that controlled me.

“Ted,” I moaned, biting my lips. “I know you don’t love me.” I closed my eyes to keep the tears from escaping. “I’ve been around. I know what’s
happening. I made a choice.” My clit was throbbing and my heart was breaking. “I want you. I just don’t know how—”

“Ssh,” she stopped me, kissing my eyes. “Don’t think now, girl. I know the white assholes who’ve played with you, and I’m not them. I want to feel you, take
you, leave my mark on you. You don’t know me yet, but you will. You gotta have faith, honey. We’re just getting started.”

I quickly pulled my panties down my legs and lifted one foot out of them. I spread my legs apart for her, my arms around her neck. She slid down and entered me with three fingers. My cunt
welcomed her as she searched, tickled, explored and demanded a response. She stroked my swollen button, gently insisting on surrender. I couldn’t hold back, even though I felt as if I might
faint when wave after wave of a wild orgasm rolled through my centre. Somehow I stayed on my feet. I felt the strength of my own blind hope, or maybe it was just my body’s singing awareness
that life is good, no matter what.

She held me for an endless moment as my shivering subsided. “You need a bath, puppy,” she told me, brushing damp hair off my face. My hair stays wet for a long time.

Ted brought me to her bathroom, where she lit candles and set them on the counter. Light flickered on the blue walls, creating an underwater effect. When she turned on the taps and threw in a
few bath beads, the sound of rushing water drowned out the sound of hail spattering the windows like gunfire.

This time she shrugged gracefully out of her own clothes and stood proudly naked, letting me see her as she was seeing me. When the water in the tub was as high as she wanted it and frothy with
bubbles, she held my hips and pushed me forward. “Get in,” she ordered.

She sat behind me in the tub, pulling me back against her breasts (heavier than I expected) and assertive shoulders. She began kneading mine, easing the remaining tension out of them. After a
few minutes, she stood up and pulled me up by the waist.

“On all fours, babe,” she told me. “You need it somewhere else, and I can clean you up right here.” My hands and knees gripped the rubber mat on the floor of the tub as
she playfully splashed water over my back and my ass. “Slippery when wet,” she laughed, loudly slapping each of my butt cheeks.

I couldn’t see what she was doing behind me, but I heard her blow out one of the candles.

“A little oil to help things along,” she muttered, as though telling me a riddle. Then I felt her fingers at my anus, opening my smallest hole. The slippery wax of an oiled candle
pushed against the resisting sphincter and then it was in, sliding further and further into my ass. My cunt reacted immediately, as though the possession of its neighbour had a direct effect on it.
“That’s it,” she cooed, pumping gently, going deeper with each push, “don’t fight it, baby.” My excited ass clutched the hard thing that filled it, sending jolts
to my clit. To my amazement, I seemed to come in the humble opening that had formerly only known how to push things out. I groaned loudly enough to be heard in the next apartment. “Oh, you
like that. You were hungry for it,” Ted snickered.

As my spasms subsided, she slowly pulled the candle out of me. Without thinking, I pushed my ass back toward her, loving the smooth wax as it withdrew like a receding wave. “You’ll
get it again sometime, honey,” she promised. “If you’re good.”

After filling a puff with liquid soap, she washed me from face to bottom and from fingers to toes, making me sit and then stand so that she could reach every inch of my skin. As the water in the
tub began to cool, she opened the hot tap, sending a steaming stream into the tepid lake. “Want to wash my back?” she asked me casually. I reached for the chance and the puff, eager to
explore the surface of her body. I sensed that I would have to earn the right to explore her depths.

Feeling baptized, I finally stepped out of the tub at her command, pulled a thick towel off the rack and began rubbing her dry. She responded by holding my hands together with one of hers as she
took the towel from me. She then dried me thoroughly, including my shampooed hair, touching me with an owner’s pride. I realized that my clothes were still in a crumpled heap in the front
room. “Warm enough now?” my keeper asked with concern.

“Yes,” I sighed, knowing why she asked.

“Don’t put your clothes back on,” she told me. “I like to see you like this.”

Ted pulled a royal blue cotton robe from the hook on the back of the bathroom door and put it on. I noticed that it flattered her willowy frame and her glowing pink skin, although she had always
claimed to be bored by such trivial feminine concerns. Feeling her eyes on my bare curves, I was glad that she didn’t find them trivial.

When we re-entered the front room, I could see the dark sky of evening through the windows, and it looked like the face of an exhausted child who has just recovered from a temper tantrum. The
sound of pounding hail had been replaced by the moan of wind.

“Will you dine with me, Josephine?” asked my hostess. “I just have to put this fish in the oven. While we wait, you can have the hot rum I promised.” I was impressed to
see that the dining table was already set with china and linen napkins that matched the tablecloth. I felt honoured, although I wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that Ted sometimes made
such an effort for herself alone.

The meal was delicious, and the best pieces of tender salmon were the ones that Ted fed me with her fingers. I was constantly aware of being exposed to her gaze. My skin stayed awake, as though
a low level of electricity were flowing through me.

After the rum, the wine, the fish, the rice, the salad, the fruit, the crackers, the cheese and the coffee, Ted invited me into her bedroom. When I stood up, she pressed herself behind me,
cupping my breasts. Rubbing the nipples, she asked, “Still sore?”

“Yes.” I winced.

“Well then,” she assured me, “I can’t let you go until they’re healed. And since I’m not planning to leave them alone, that might take awhile.”

Despite my full stomach, the twinges in my nipples raced down to my clit, beginning to make me hungry again.

Ted pulled me by the hand to the doorway of her bedroom.

Glancing around the walls, I saw an old sepia-toned photo in a frame, showing two women in hats, jauntily posed with a bicycle in the cobblestoned street of a town that looked European, in the
innocent sunlight of some pre-war era. I made a note to myself to ask her about it when the time was right.

Her hands began to move over me again, and my hunger for her touch felt inexhaustible. Even the surprises she had just sprung on me while my stomach was full couldn’t dam the inner spring
of my need. I wanted to know her in every sense.

She lifted me off my feet, testing my weight. “Uh,” I gasped. “I’m not that light.” Of course Ted took this as a challenge. She lifted me higher, then threw me onto
her bed, where I bounced on her welcoming burgundy quilt.

The sudden change of position seemed to sharpen my senses. As I fell from Ted’s arms, my eyes focussed on a white cloth on her dresser that was embroidered in a pattern I recognized from
the blouses of some Hungarian dancers I had seen once. The image of their swirling skirts mixed in my mind with my sketchy knowledge of post-war (or post-atomic) history. The Soviets invaded
Hungary in 1956, I remembered, and Ted’s parents were probably in the resulting swarm of refugees. Ted must have been their seed of hope, planted in the new country. My quick thinking made me
feel smug.

She had climbed atop me. Her lips pressed mine so insistently that mine spread open ever so slightly. Her hot tongue rushed in and begun exploring my mouth. I fervently hoped she enjoyed my
taste as my other mouth watered, wanting her to feed me again.

I expected Ted’s aggressive fingers, but instead, she slid down my body with a gentleness and subtlety that made me shiver. Running her nails over my belly, she looked up, teasing me with
her eyes. “Spread your legs,” she ordered softly. I did.

Her lips and tongue on my clit and my inner lips sent ripples all through me. I groaned, almost lifting my ass off the bed. Her long fingers grasped my hips, holding me in place to receive her
true aim. The earlier electricity of her teeth on my nipples seemed to have flowed down to my centre, quickening my little button of flesh until it was ready to burst. I didn’t understand why
she was giving me so much pleasure without demanding my service in return. Her tongue and nibbling teeth wouldn’t let me think clearly, though, and I realized that this was probably her
point.

When two of Ted’s fingers pushed into my very wet cunt and began probing a touchy spot near my womb in time to the pulling of her lips on my clit, I couldn’t resist any longer. This
time I came as though melting into a pool of hot wax, clutching her head with my knees. She seemed to forgive my lack of self-control.

She slid up and slid her arms around me as smoothly as a shark moving through water. I just wanted to lie still in her arms, feeling her warmth, but I couldn’t rest. “Ted,” I
sighed into one of her ears, “do you want—.”

“I want to know you’re mine,” she interrupted, stroking my back. “For now, I want you to let me. We have lots of time and I
will
want other things from you later,
Josephine. You’ll see.” She exhaled in a silent laugh.