Linda said: "Gee, sure. Lesbians want to be men and they want to fall in love with women and have emotional affairs as well as physical ones. Normal women just do it for fun. Or so I hear. I wouldn't know anything about it."
Again the two sexy ladies regarded each other thoughtfully. Linda was afraid that she might be blushing, but she wasn't sure. It might have been the sun or her face.
Had she been too suggestive? Would Veronica get the wrong idea? Well, it wouldn't be wrong, at that – but how would the tall redhead regard the idea? Linda felt embarrassed.
Veronica, however, smiled.
"Yeah," she said. "Two gals could have some fun together without worrying about adultery – just like a gal and a doggy."
They were each waiting for the other to make the obvious suggestion – but neither quite dared. Neither was certain of how the other one would react to the proposition.
They were both getting really horny now.
Linda's hand-job seemed to have worn off and her pussy was simmering as desperately as it had been earlier. And Veronica, denied the pleasure of her plastic prick at the last moment, felt as if she had a glowing lump of coal between her legs.
She crossed her legs.
She was wearing the silk negligee and it parted. Her long, shapely leg seemed to go on for miles. Linda licked her lips nervously. She wished she were licking that long leg.
Oh, suggest it, Veronica, she thought. Please suggest it!
Veronica noticed the way Linda was looking at her. It thrilled her. She had a pretty good idea that something very nice was going to come out of this situation. But she was still too uncertain and inhibited to take the initiative.
Then she saw a clever way around it.
She said: "Gee, Linda – all this sexy talk has really got my pussy steaming. I'm gonna have to take care of it. Do you mind waiting while I use my vibrator?"
Linda gulped.
Then she summoned up her immoral fiber and managed to smile. "No, I don't mind. In fact – can I watch you do it? It will be just like back in school, when we used to watch each other getting fucked in motel rooms."
"Oooooh! Yes, honey, you can watch me. I think I'll enjoy it more, with your eyes on me."
"Oh, we are naughty!" Linda giggled.
"It's fun to be naughty," Veronica said.
Both girls were relieved that the situation had reached this stage without any embarrassment. But in that very relief came an increase in the tension of their needs.
They finished their drinks.
Veronica stood up first. Linda followed suit.
"Let's go to the bedroom," the redhead said. "I'll do it first – then you can borrow my vibrator, if you want to – and I'll watch you do yourself."
"Ummmm – okay," said Linda.
Was that all they were going to do?
Or would things – literally – get out of hand?
They both hoped so, those two good friends who wanted to add a new dimension to their friendship.
CHAPTER FOUR
As they left the pool-side table and went into the house, the two women kept giggling and glancing at each other, as if to make light of the situation, to regard the scene as amusing and saucy and naughty, instead of truly emotional and passionate. But despite the pretense, it was hard for both of them to regulate the labored breathing that threatened to become heavy panting at any moment, and the sideways glances they exchanged came from beneath lowered lashes.
They had never felt shy together before, not even the first time when they had been fucked side by side in the same bed – but they had had men then, as emotional buffers. Because they were both proud and self-confident girls, embarrassment was an emotion alien to them, and to be dreaded. But if they shared the same desires, there could be no reason for embarrassment to arise. And both had a pretty good idea, by this time, that what they each wanted was one and the same.
Veronica stopped at the hall closet and brought out the new vibrator. She grinned sheepishly as she showed it to Linda.
"Ohhh, that looks nice," Linda said.
"I haven't tried it yet. I only bought it on a spur of the moment sort of whim."
But Veronica was glad that she had the thing. It was the perfect prop, playing the role that, in the past, men had played. It would get Linda into bed with Veronica, without either of them admitting that it wasn't really necessary to have such an incentive.
They went on to the bedroom.
Veronica adjusted the curtains so that the sunlight that had been streaming in was muted, the lighting softer and subtler. Linda watched the redhead as she stood at the window, aware that her body was visible, outlined against the sunlight and through the semi-transparent silk gown. Linda was really lusting for those soft curves now, that velvet skin, those sensual lips and long, lithe legs and thrusting tits.
Veronica came back and stood beside the bed.
There was a moment of hesitation now, a second of inhibited doubt, and then Veronica tossed her head and smiled and slipped the robe back from her shoulders. The silken garment settled lightly to the floor and Veronica was standing there naked. Linda stared at her. Her thick, curly pubic hair was like a burning bush.
Veronica sat on the bed, her knees slightly parted.
Linda looked around for a chair.
"You might as well join me," Veronica said. "If you're going to watch, you might as well get a close-up."
Linda figured that was a fine idea.
She moved towards the bed, still fully dressed.
She was wondering how to get her own clothing off, in fact. It had been easy enough for the redhead, since she wore only the silk gown, but removing tight jeans and boots was a more complicated matter.
But then Veronica said: "Why don't you undress, too, Linda? I'll feel less self-conscious if you're naked, as well."
That solved that problem.
Linda unbuckled her wide cowgirl belt and unzipped her jeans and squirmed out of them. She drew them off over her boots, leaving the boots on. Then she unbuttoned her faded shirt and removed that, arching her back as she did so, pushing her plump tits out towards Veronica, wanting to look desirable – and to instill desire in the redhead. From the gleam in Veronica's green eyes, it was obvious that Linda had done just that.
Linda sat down on the bed, still wearing high boots and the big Stetson – and nothing else.
They gazed at each other, looking at tits and crotches.
Linda's fingers were tingling to touch the redhead's body.
But the girls weren't ready yet, not quite. They still felt the need to go through the ritual of using the vibrator.
Veronica lay back, her head on the pillow. She raised her knees and parted her thighs. Linda curled up on her flank, lower down on the bed, so she had a perfect view of Veronica's crotch. Veronica's cunt lips were unfurled and her pussy slot was filled with foamy cunt juice. The sight made Linda drool.
Veronica switched on the prick-shaped vibrator.
It began to hum and buzz.
She touched the vibrating tip to her nipples and shuddered as the tool massaged those stiff, sensitive tit-tips. Veronica was watching Linda's face and Linda was staring at Veronica's body.
Linda was smiling in the shadow of her hat brim, her red lips trembling as they turned up at the corners and the tip of her moist, pink tongue showing between them. Linda's taut nipples had started to tingle, just as if they, too, were being vibrated, and her cunt was every bit as hot and juicy as Veronica's.
Veronica moved the vibrator down her belly.
The humming tip rustled through her pubic bush.
Then she tilted her wrist and slipped the pulsing, phallic tip into her groin and began to rub it against her clit.
"Ummm," she purred.
"Just like the old days," Linda said. "I always liked to watch you getting fucked, Veronica. Maybe I'm some sort of pervert that way – but sometimes when we were getting balled side by side, I was a lot more interested in watching you than in what was happening to me."