"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.