"Yes," Blair said, "if you define them and explain them in human terms. But we must remember, animals don't abide by human terms. They have a code of their own, depending on the species, of course."
She didn't know why she felt hot and flushed all over all of a sudden. Maybe the heat. But there wasn't mach of that. Possibly the arguing, but this was hardly an argument, either.
Maybe it was that Rhymer guy. He was a big, beautiful specimen of the human race if she had ever seen one. She caught a little sneaky peek of the hair in between his open shirt collar again. It was every bit as dark and thick and ample as she remembered it from the last peek.
Yes, she thought, feeling the little trill of her cunt lips as they vibrated together enough to make her clit stiffen slightly. It probably was him. Why did he have to be so gorgeous and hairy, anyway?
After a few snatches of innocuous conversation, she grabbed a hold of Cathy by her jacket lapel.
"Let's go into the bathroom, uh, the kitchen a moment, Cathy," she said, trying not to sound too eager, "I have to show you something."
Cathy bounced up and wondered to herself what in hell her friend was keeping in the kitchen that would be worth pulling her away from Harold Rhymer. But, she padded dutifully after her friend anyway.
"How would you like to give me a going-away present, Cathy?" she said, smiling cautiously at her friend.
"Hadn't thought much about it, kid," Cathy said, leaning against the kitchen counter and eyeing the refrigerator, "What have you got in mind?"
"Harold?" Blair said in a quiet, deadly little voice.
A full twenty seconds before an answer.
"No way, man," her diminutive friend shot back, "I saw him first."
"Oh, come on, Cathy," she begged, "wouldn't it be a blast? The three of us together? It's only for tonight. It has to be."
"Are you crazy?" Cathy said, staring wide-eyed at her friend and neighbor. What did this looney tune dame have on her mind anyway? Did she think she was a faggot or something?
"You think I'm queer, is that it?" Cathy said.
"Oh, Cathy," the blonde girl said, feeling a rush of hot steam escape her lips and trying to get a grip on her patience, "threesomes don't mean you're queer."
"Who said anything about a fucking threesome," Cathy felt near to the boiling point. Not that she didn't want to get it on with Harold. And maybe someday, she'd even like to get it on with Blair. But both of them. In the same night? She was hardly prepared for a double whammy like that all at once.
"Why don't you give it a try?" Blair said, "please? For old time's sake?"
"What old times?" the fuzzy-haired girl shot back hotly, "we're only nineteen."
"Give it a try, Cathy," a voice said from the doorway, "you might like it. Besides, I won't think you're queer, either of you."
They fell apart like the waves of the Red Sea in the wake of Moses and the Israelites.
Harold Rhymer strolled casually into the kitchen, letting the swinging door flap behind him.
"I couldn't help overhearing," he said, "sorry."
"Oh, don't be," Cathy said, in mock gaiety, "Happens all the time. I just can't stop going out with adorable, brilliant men that my best friend falls head over heels in love with the minute I introduce them."
"It's hardly love, Cathy," Harold said, leaning against the wall, "just strong physical attraction."
Blair had to shake her head to be sure she heard him right. How the hell did this male know so much anyway? Apparently he had instincts she didn't know about. Good healthy instincts. Animal instincts.
"He's right, Cath," Blair said, smiling gamely at her friend, "I'm not nuts about him. It doesn't work like that. I just like him. Maybe even just for tonight."
"We can go right on seeing each other, Cathy," Harold said, his voice the essence of calm composure, "if we both want to. After Blair leaves I mean."
"But tonight?" Cathy said, swallowing hard.
"Well," Harold began, completely in control of himself, "tonight I'd like to be with both of you, if you don't mind."
"Wow!" Cathy said, shaking her head and trying to take it all in. "You two certainly have me beat for lack of inhibitions. Guess I'm not that cool."
"Oh, you're cool all right," Blair said, nodding to her friend, "Maybe too cool. If you don't want to get involved, we can drop it, as far as I'm concerned."
"Me, too," Harold said, patting his date on the back, "I don't want to do anything that would upset you."
"Where?" Cathy said, blandly.
"Where what?" Blair said, shaking her head in confusion.
"Where shall the three of us get it on?" the girl said, making a face and putting her hand over her mouth to keep back a giggle.
"Let's go upstairs," Blair said, beckoning the two of them to follow her. "But don't make too much noise. Dad may be asleep by now."
"Don't want this to turn into a foursome," Cathy giggled as they climbed the stairs. "Not that I'd mind getting it on with your dad, Blair. He's such a handsome guy."
Blair pushed her bedroom door open and the three of them tiptoed in like thieves in the night.
As soon as the lady of the house flicked on the lights, Harold stared at the walls so hard he almost forgot what he had come up here for. There were pictures all over the place. Even on the ceiling. Monkeys, apes, chimpanzees, gibbons, orangutans, spider monkeys, baboons… primates of every size, color and description. Doing all kinds of things.
One of them had a monkey on Blair's shoulder. She looked to be about eleven or twelve in the picture. She was a beautiful little angelic girl, even then.
"This you?" he said, pointing toward it.
"Taken in Ceylon," she said, "Sri Lanka, they call it now."
"That's beautiful," the man said, taking off his jacket.
Blair had to hold her breath a moment when the man's jacket came off. She was more anxious than she wanted to admit. She licked her lips anxiously and waited for him to unbutton his shirt. Dared she hope that his entire body would be covered with that rich, dark lustrous coating of hair that so boldly sprang from his chest?
"I've never had a girl eat my pussy before," Cathy said, trying not to let her fingers shake as she unbuttoned her filmy silk blouse. She flipped it open and let the material slide over her suntanned golden shoulders.
"Wow!" Harold said, staring at her as she let the material of her bra cups up and over her perfectly-shaped hot round tit loads.
"Thanks," she said, edgily groping for her skirt zipper. She was more excited than she wanted to admit as she watched Blair unbutton her safari shirt.
She had seen her friend nude a lot of times. In fact, she could hardly get her to keep her clothes on whenever they sunbathed or gardened or cooked together.
The girl seemed to be a born nudist. But to crawl into bed with this gorgeous girlfriend of hers? That was something she hadn't even dreamed of… well, maybe a couple of times.
But she never thought she would see it turn into a reality.
The blonde's luscious big tit hunks popped into view like twin moons rising above the earth.
"That's gorgeous," she heard Harold say.
He seemed to be admiring both of them. That was diplomatic of him. Anyway, he was being a gentleman about the whole thing. Not grabbing ass or tweaking tit or anything that lewd.
The man unbuttoned his shirt, not daring to look away from the incredibly good double bill on the screen in front of his eyes. He fumbled with the buttons and didn't manage much grace getting out of his shirt, but he was so glued to the spot. He hadn't seen a prettier pair of girls anywhere in his entire academic career. And to think the two of them lived right next door.
"Glad I'm not your neighbor," he heard himself say, pulling off his under-shirt. "I'd be over here trying to bang both of you every night of the week."
"Panderer," Cathy said, fishing for the elastic of her half-slip.