Therefore… "Well, yeah, that was the plan," Teela admitted, "But I didn’t intend to draw a couple of letches who were just looking for a quick blowjob! They’d have kicked us to the curb in no time! Do you REALLY think you’re gonna get the time of day from the likes of Lon Carpenter?"
"Well, he was talking to me!" Sally protested.
"Maybe," Teela agreed, "but it would only last as long as it took for him to get his hands on your jugs! Jeez, Sally! Wake up! Guys like him flex their muscles and girls come running! You expect him to be serious about YOU?"
"I don’t remember seeing him with a line waiting…" Sally argued.
"Probably because he does them all in secret!" Teela spat. "Besides, look at his friend!"
Sally looked amused. "He had YOUR number!"
"I was trying to help!"
"Well, you weren’t — and he made a fool out of you!" Sally flashed back.
"He called me names, too!" Teela ranted.
"While he was telling you what nice tits you have," Sally observed coolly. "I’m guessing that that was the most attention you’ve gotten from a guy since I’ve known you!"
"Some attention!" Teela complained — but she looked back at the table where the boys were sitting, a thoughtful expression on her face. While she watched, the boys got up and headed for the door. "Well, they’re done for now…"
"If they are done forever, I am NOT going to be happy!" Sally announced, acid lurking in her tone. "YOU should think about YOUR options — that other guy wasn’t that bad, considering how YOU were acting!"
"WHAT?" Teela howled. "He was bossy and abusive and insufferable…"
"And you were just as sweet as pie, weren’t you?" Sally returned, cocking her head and popping her eyes. "He treated you like you treat Fluffy — probably because you were acting like him!" Fluffy was Teela’s pet dog — one of those dust-mop creatures who think they weight one hundred pounds and have foot-long fangs…
"He stuck his…"
"Did he? I didn’t see it! What did it look like?" Sally prodded. She popped her eyes, made an O of her mouth and covered it. "Was it big?"
"Sally! Dammit!" Teela whined.
"Well? You ran off what was just about the only boys EVER to pay attention to us!" Sally replied waspishly. "I wanna know why?"
"I don’t know," Teela sulked. She couldn’t admit the REAL reason, and now she wondered if it was even relevant … One thing was certain; Sally was going to be in no mood to be led by the nose today…
"Come on, let’s go get a pretzel," Sally offered.
"Okay."
Sally watched her friend out of the corner of her eye; she wasn’t nearly as stupid as Teela sometimes seemed to think she was — she was merely tolerant of her friend’s many foibles. While she didn’t have a handle on today’s hidden agenda, for instance, she knew Teela was up to something — and she knew what, too, generally. She had also spent more than enough time with Teela to know that she was NOT a lesbian — and that her current pet project would fall by the wayside if anything decent in the way of a boy approached her. Sally was merely playing slow and dense in this case in order to gain time and maneuvering room; she couldn’t decide whether she REALLY wanted to get into the kind of thing that Teela was advocating, even as a stopgap solution. What if she got into tongue rides, and then Teela left? THAT would be all she needed — having to go hunting for a bull dyke or something … And what if she got a reputation as a lezzie? Boys were virtually impossible to come by NOW … No, for now she would pretend to be dense but trusting — and make the call only when it was completely necessary.
Beth wasn’t home, so the guys headed for Lon’s house — only to find all three women there. Jean was civil, but acting a little weird; Lon’s Mama took one look at Rick and shook her head, claiming that she was tired — but she turned to Beth… "Give them some head, Hon. That’ll hold 'em until tomorrow. Sorry, boys, Beth is being punished — no pussy today. But you can face-fuck her…" She looked at her watch. "Hurry, though — she’s got to go to work. Take her down to the rec room…"
Lon and Rick shared a glance. Mama was running shit again — something that made them both leery. Still Beth gave a helluva blowjob … Lon waved for Beth to lead the way back to the scene of recent excesses.
As the trio disappeared into the stairwell, Jean announced tentatively, "I-I should go…"
Candace eyed her. "Not yet, Hon. Stay a while. Come have coffee." She took Jean’s elbow and led her toward the kitchen. Jean allowed herself to be seated at a barstool and watched distantly as Candace made coffee. "Talk to me," Candace prompted.
"I … This is all … Oral sex, artificial penises, what we did…" Jean sputtered.
"Things coming at you a little fast, Hon?" Candace queried.
Jean sucked in a breath. "Uh huh."
"What’s your biggest worry?"
"I liked some of that stuff — a lot," Jean replied slowly. "I don’t know what that makes me."
Candace pursed her lips. "More adventurous than you thought you were, basically. Other than that…" She shrugged. "Anything specific?"
"Well…" Jean became apparently enthralled with the granite countertop. "The vibrator thing…"
Candace shrugged. "We ALL like vibrators, I think. In our case, we were just using the same one at the same time."
"And your breasts?"
"I asked. You like it, too. Nobody got hurt. Are you afraid you’re moving to the other team, Hon?" Candace asked.
"Um, well…" Jean squirmed uncomfortably. "I’ve done a lot of that stuff in the past couple of days — a LOT!"
"Well, having Lon lick you doesn’t count," Candace argued, putting a cup of coffee in front of her friend. "Was there anything seriously different between him and, say…" she paused momentarily, "me?"
"I … guess not," Jean admitted. "No. But it raises something else … I got this rush, kind of, from the control … And doing Beth with the vibrator brought the same thing — kind of a guilty pleasure…"
Candace shrugged. "That’s nothing, Hon. So you want to be a bad girl occasionally — so what? Don’t worry about it. As to the other thing, I think you’re in the process of discovering that pleasure can come from more than one source — and that’s probably a good thing, too."
"If you say so," Jean replied, dubiously sipping her coffee.
"If you’re worried, Hon, go back to the basics. Have Toby come over and give you a good going over and see if there is really any competition. I guarantee that there won’t be." Candace sipped her coffee reflectively. "You’re just broadening your horizons — very rapidly. Some of it can’t be helped. Oh, you can avoid some of it — but things have changed in our little group in the last week or so, and they’re going to again. If you can point to something and say, I don’t like to do that, that’s one thing. If the thing you want to say is I don’t think I SHOULD do that, then you need to look hard at why. If there aren’t any good, solid reasons out there, then the basis is probably because you don’t want to be perceived as a slut. Well, Hon, I’M a slut, and sluts have more fun!" Candace grinned over her coffee cup. "Nobody in THIS group is going to point fingers — except at Beth, who gets a naughty thrill out of being the target."
Jean shook her head, "I still don’t understand that."