March Hastings

Enraptured lovers

CHAPTER ONE

The large furnished room seemed to sway as girls danced slowly and close, their bodies urgent with secret desire. Dex stood beside the phonograph and surveyed the smoky atmosphere, her gaze alert and curious as she searched out each languid face. The party had been going since ten last night. Now, the first pale signs of dawn crept in coolly through the half-opened windows. She had been waiting for Ryan. But Ryan, obviously, wasn't going to show.

A small, curly headed blonde maneuvered along the walls, picking her way gracefully over legs stretching out from the divan, around the buffet table spilled over with booze, around the couples standing still and stroking and kissing each other, too engrossed to bother with her.

She reached Dex and smiled with a certain triumph of accomplishment. Her small teeth glinted. "I'd like to say we've met somewhere before. My name's Gena. And this is my first gay party. Do you suppose I could ask you to dance?"

There was something brave and brash in her manner. Dex realized that it hid the shy person underneath, or at least that's the way it would seem. She gazed down at the pert, hopeful face. The face seemed so young, so ready for anything that Dex couldn't bring herself to reject the offer of friendliness or could she deny that she didn't feel the first flush of excitement passing between them as they drank up that special feminine attribute, the thrust of a breast, the curve of a hip, the shape of the lips, which attracted them to each other more and more forcefully every second.

And anyway, it would be a relief not to think about Ryan for half a minute. Dex still had notions of fidelity, despite the lateness of the hour and the female bodies entwined and panting softly about the room.

Now, there was nothing to say. Gena was making it all very simple. She had the direct optimism of the young, thought Dex. She expected everything to go just her way. Well, she couldn't hold that against her. If anything, it was a further temptation to spend more time with each other than just dancing. Dex put her arm around Gena's waist and moved her gently backward into the crush of couples.

The music was slow, the wailing sound of soul, of a woman craving another body, perhaps any body which would give her searing need some satisfaction. Dex listened to the words as she felt the new body in her arms. The small, firm body felt pliant and pressed willingly to her. Dex could imagine the fluttery heart beating nervously behind the fragile rib cage. She recalled her own youth. The first trial flights. Everything had been desperately painful, then. It hadn't been easy to grow up.

Of course, times had changed. Supposedly it was easier now, everything from meeting other girls who wanted the same thing to having sex immediately. Courtships were a thing of the past. So perhaps it was foolish if not downright wrong to put herself in Gena's shoes. Perhaps her boldness had not been hiding any inner shyness. And, thought Dex vehemently to herself, why should it? In her small way she had made this brighter day come about. She had come to New York and lived damn well the way she pleased, openly and sensuously.

"Kids nowadays," Bobbi Morton had said with a sly grin, "just come up to you and say, 'let's fuck'." And from all she had heard, Bobbi knew what she was talking about from experience. Her easy sex with young girls was legend. Dex now found herself admiring Bobbi's ways despite herself. She got what she wanted. She never hung around waiting for someone to show up like Dex did. She'd look around, see something she liked and take it.

Dex spread her fingers between the girl's shoulder blades. She could feel the flexible movement of Gena's spine, the way it plunged down to the tight roundness of her girlish buttocks. The young breasts brushed firmly against her own, sending shivers through her. How she would love to let her hand slip down and cup the beautiful, full ass, so temptingly within reach. But some old taboo, some rule of behavior she had made for herself years ago and then had never broken, stopped her dead.

"Your first party?" Dex repeated. "I hope you didn't come here alone."

"Oh, yes, I did. I think that's kind of the best way." Gena's laugh was bright. Pleased with herself. "I overheard Bobbi Morton tell some girls that there was going to be open house here tonight. And I decided to put my own two cents in, too. So that was it."

A faint fragrance of Blue Grass touched Dex's nostrils. She was very clean and refreshing. How long had it been since she'd paid serious attention to anyone other than Ryan? Maybe this was the moment. Maybe this was the bell ringing in someone who could change the world a little.

Dex said, "I don't suppose you have to be anywhere at any particular time? Family or such?"

Gena laughed aloud. "Family? Me?" She shook her head and the curls quivered. "Shit, not for ages."

Dex judged that the girl couldn't be more than eighteen. And a recent eighteen at that. Maybe she was showing off a newly found independence. But there seemed nothing else to do except take Gena at face value. If she had ties or other complications, they would pop up soon enough.

She had decided that it was high time to kick a few of those scruples out the window. Gena's voluptuous young body was the push she needed. And as Bobbi Morton said, nowadays all you had to do was say, "Let's fuck." Nothing could be simpler.

Dex found herself taking deep breaths, filling her lungs with the fresh odor of the girl's perfume, becoming slightly heady with the freedom and easy release she promised.

She steered the girl across the dance floor, edging toward the curtained doorway. She watched Gena's face with its cool gaze flitting from the room to the exit. Gena probably knew exactly what was happening. Perhaps she was a, bit wiser, a bit more sophisticated than Dex had figured at first.

Dex felt the tips of the girl's breasts brush her once again. The nipples were stiff, she realized. Gena was alive and horny. Their bodies pressed together tauntingly. Gena was wearing no bra under her jersey; she could feel it. The nipples were stiffening into two small pebbles. A rush of heat struck Dex between her thighs, warming her whole body, as she thought of the wetness of Gena's panties which surely matched her excited nipples. Her hand slipped down the girl's spine and rested on the first curve of Gena's buttocks. She was almost there.

"How would you like to come with me to buy the Times," Dex said, her voice easy but serious. "Take it home to my place and do the puzzle?"

Before Gena could comment, Dex turned the doorknob and steered Gena out to the landing.

"You don't know my type," Gena called back as she clattered down the stairs ahead of Dex. "I do those puzzles in ink."

Dex felt a warm flooding of pleasure as she realized that Gena was, in fact, going to give her a good run for the record. No wilting innocence here. No clinging, pleading boredom. This Gena, this girl out of nowhere, held a promise for Dex that she could barely trust herself to believe.

The click of the lock as the door shut on the party was missed by most of the women left there. The music was still going strong, despite the lateness of the hour. Most of the girls were too occupied with each other to notice two people leaving.

Bobbi Morton was the exception. She had watched Gena approach Dex from a dark corner of the room where she sat with a girl just about the same age as Gena. The girl fumbled with the buttons of Bobbi's blouse as the woman kept her eyes fixed on the door.

So Gena had decided to show her what she could do on her own, thought Bobbi. Well, getting Dex was not much of a conquest. Despite the fact that she had all kinds of hang-ups, rules, scruples, she had been ready for picking that night. Mooning quietly in the corner, the martyr of all-abiding love, Dex had snapped up the chance to show her lover Ryan up by rushing into a one-night stand that would show that two could play that game. Bobbi smiled to herself. Dex, however, did not know how to play that game. That was her whole problem.

"I don't think you're paying any real attention to me," pouted the young girl in Bobbi's arms. Bobbi ran her fingers through the girl's long brown hair. She tilted her head up toward her so that the sensuous, hot little mouth was ready and waiting. Bobbi bent down and pressed her lips against the girl's mouth. Her lips parted and sucked in Bobbi's tongue through her teeth. Her tongue flicked around in the warm mouth, searching for the girl's small pointed tongue. Finding it, a shiver ran up her spine as she licked her tongue against it, then sucked it into her own mouth.

Who was this girl she was devouring with her mouth? thought Bobbi for a moment. Anyway, she was right about one thing, she wasn't really interested, not seriously. Gena's exit with Dex had surprised and annoyed her more than she cared to admit.

"Does that prove I am?" whispered Bobbi in the girl's ear as she brushed her lips against her downy soft cheek.

"It helps," sighed the girl vaguely. She cuddled up closer to Bobbi and reached further inside the woman's shirt.

Bobbi's breasts were large, white mounds of flesh that moved slowly as the girl freed them from her bra. The rich flesh came to a point in large pink nipples beginning to peek out of the opened blouse. The girl suddenly bobbed her head down and took a stiffening tit between her teeth. Bobbi moaned as the sharp little tongue worked on the nib of stiff flesh, teasing it, sending a shudder through her body, down to her crotch which stirred in response. The girl's fingers, as if knowing the direction of Bobbi's response, crept down her slacks to the mound at the start of her full thighs. They skittered over it, then slipped determinedly between the thighs and traced the crease of labia under the double layer of slacks and panties.

"Watch out down there, honey. Your fingers might get burned," said Bobbi hoarsely.

"Oh, I'm not worried about my fingers," she replied quietly, ignoring the flippancy of Bobbi's remark. With greater pressure she now rubbed against Bobbi's cunt obviously enjoying the rich heat pouring up from it now.

As the small fingers worked in tandem with the sucking mouth at her nipples, Bobbi forgot about Gena and her pick-up and began concentrating on her own pleasure.

In a minute she had the young girl's tight breasts free and was rubbing the small pink tips. The nipples came alive between her thumb and forefinger. They stiffened in erection like a man's penis, eager and persistent. She pulled one up to meet her diving mouth. In the next second her teeth were grazing around the nipple which had stiffened out to an amazing length. She sucked it slowly in her mouth as the girl slid her hand between her slacks and her firm belly and worked down. As the small finger reached the top of her bushy pubic hair, Bobbi felt the inside of her cunt gush in anticipation. In seconds the finger slid its way down to her clitoris, pulling it out of its hood of flesh and stroking it.

Bobbi wrapped her arms around the girl's small waist and pulled her up closer to her. She slid her breast out of her mouth and whispered in her ear.

"I think my bed would be a better place for this, don't you?"

At daylight it was cold and damp. Dex and Gena saw the street lamps turning off so that they moved among wisps of misty shadows. Yet the shadows dispelled rapidly, dissolving before the pale pink sashes of sunlight slanting down between the tall buildings.

They found an open newsstand on the corner of Ninth Avenue. Then, carrying the bulky paper under one arm and guiding Gena with her free hand, Dex moved on toward her apartment.

She lived in one of the giant, white-brick buildings that she had never wanted to occupy. In the old days, the happier days with Ryan, they had planned to own a country place, complete with grounds for horses. Yet, somehow, they had never made the move, never found it quite convenient to leave the city.

Dex moved Gena quietly past the relief doorman dozing on a high chair beside the entrance.

The lobby smelled of perfume, a particular exotic fragrance that made Dex smile with recognition. She saw Gena twitch her nostrils.

"Whew! What's that?" Gena said as they stood waiting for the elevator.

"That's Madge," Dex answered matter-of-factly. "Our famous lady of letters. You might even get to meet her one day."

Gena wrinkled her forehead. "Is that good?"

The elevator door opened and a brace of Dalmatians scampered eagerly between the two women. A tall, muscular-looking man in a light windbreaker grinned at Dex and excused himself as he followed the dogs out toward the curb.

"And that's Robard," Dex said, stepping into the elevator. A slight scowl passed over her face, then vanished. "He lends us the gin for Madge, among other things." Other things included the constant suspicion that Ryan knew Robard better than she should, at least as far as Dex was concerned.

"You know more people than Ann Landers. I'm glad I don't have to stand on line for you."

There was something breathy beneath Gena's words. Dex felt a cool shudder of pleasure as she realized that Gena was very eager to get upstairs. She looked at the girl's upturned profile. A pleasant, out-going face. One would never suspect what lay beneath. And, then, what did? reflected Dex. She really didn't know herself.

The conversation between them trailed away amidst the high whine of the rising elevator. A tension of expectancy hovered over them. It seemed to draw them close. Dex moved in a step behind the girl. For a moment, she rested her hand lightly on Gena's shoulder, touching the warmth that came up from beneath the light clothing. The shoulder moved in response. Only slightly. Enough to answer Dex with a subtle but definite yes.

They got out on the seventeenth floor. Dex led the girl through a long carpeted hallway and off into the extreme right wing of the building.

Before using her key, Dex tried the knob. It was just possible that Ryan had come home after all and had left it open for her.

But the door remained closed to her touch. Either Ryan had been home fast asleep for hours or she was still out. With firm, determined movements, Dex unlocked the door and flung it wide.

"Come on in," she said softly. "You'll like the view."

Gena did not hesitate. She strode forward and looked around the vast expanse of terraced living room. Then she saw the window. As her gaze focused on the lightening sky, she began to walk toward the double doors.

Dex flopped the newspaper onto a long wooden slab of table. She left Gena to the rising sun, as she quickly explored the apartment to see if Ryan was in fact home asleep. A quick check of the bedroom gave Dex her answer. She sighed audibly with relief as she stepped back into the living room. She was relieved, but, at the same time, something inside her sank heavily. Even at that point, with a beautiful young girl waiting to jump into bed with her, she would have preferred to find Ryan there and ready to jump out of bed at any second and find them having sex.

Quickly now, she came up behind Gena and kissed her lightly against one ear. Her arms wrapped around her, then clasped the young firm breasts and pulled her tight against her. She felt the outward curve of her pert rump against the bottom of her belly where it seemed to burn through her clothing. She felt the girl's nipples stiffen under her palms.

Gena murmured, and Dex realized that she must be overwhelming the girl. Putting her arms around Gena's waist, she held her quite still within an easy embrace. She didn't want to push Gena into making love out of a sense of bravado.

Again she had misjudged the girl. Gena moved her hand around behind her and began to run it down Dex's smooth hip, then over the outside of her thigh. As she moved her hand around to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, Gena's heart began to pound audibly. In a sudden jerking movement she placed her fingers directly on Dex's crotch and stroked there.

Before Dex could respond, she felt Gena pull her hands from around her waist and place them again on her up-turned breasts. As her fingers stroked the pointed nipples poking against the light fabric, Dex felt an urgent need to have this girl. To feel Gena's slender fingers explore her cunt in every way. And then to devour the girl with her mouth. She licked her dry lips.

"Why don't we leave the bloody sky for other people?" Dex whispered.

Lightly, she began pulling Gena away from the view and over to the gray leather sofa-bed.

Gena glanced from Dex's face to the cushions as they stood beside the sofa.

"Is this where you sleep?" Gena asked.

It was an innocent question, Dex knew. Gena was too young, too eager. She wasn't interested in prying. It was mere curiosity that spoke. But Dex felt herself react. Tension tied a knot in the pit of her stomach. Absent, Ryan still continued to torment her.

"I don't much like bedrooms," Dex said, sliding her fingertips to the back of Gena's neck.

She tilted Gena's head upward and brought her mouth slowly down to the girl's soft lips. Feeling the girl's body respond with a quiver, Dex moved her hands quickly around the small waist and drew the body in close.

Her tongue dived between Gena's small white teeth, searching out her tongue. Before Dex could find it, it found her. Gena slipped her tongue almost forcibly between Dex's lips so that now their tongues were intertwined. Dex was not used to such boldness. She kissed her harder, more roughly, forgetting her preconceived notions about Gena's innocence and just responding to the girl's passion. Dex's cheeks went hollow as her tongue jutted down the girl's throat. She wanted her mouth so badly she could have devoured it physically.

Gena was no match for Dex now. Her petite tongue slipped back into her own mouth and allowed itself to be swallowed up by Dex.

Dex felt her breasts almost itching for Gena's fingers again. The nipples were stiffened now and rubbed irritatingly against her blouse. She wanted them free in the air; free to be touched and licked and even bitten.

Gena had toyed with Dex just long enough to remind her of her habitual butch role. Somehow her carefulness had made her forget up until then, or perhaps, she thought vaguely as her tongue ravenously explored Gena's tender mouth, she had expected to be the one who was taken. With Ryan it had always seemed as if she played the man. Something in her was tired of this, tired of having to be stalwart as well as sexually aggressive. She now wanted to be wanted, pitched onto a bed and devoured. That was the condition she had placed on having sex with anyone else besides Ryan.

Gena had turned the tables.

Dex had expected the girl to give – and give fast. Now Dex felt the beginning of fulfillment as Gena yielded, pressing herself upward, rubbing her breasts to find Dex, opening her mouth ever so much wider to bring Dex deeper into her throat.

There was something almost too confident about Gena. The contrast between her seeming youthfulness and the forceful desire of her actions made Dex tremble. She had wanted to be casual and careful. Not frighten Gena off with a display of rough passion.

And yet Gena's body itself demanded force and strength. She lifted her hips and pressed her thighs forward so that they rubbed hotly against her own. Then raising one knee, she moved it against Dex's crotch.

Dex grabbed her by the shoulders and devoured her mouth even more forcefully. She paused for a second to lick the girl's cheeks and chin and lips, before once again clamping her mouth back down on Gena's and entering her with her practiced tongue. She felt the girl's knee rubbing the soft hairs of her pubis against the cotton material of her slacks. She felt the thick lips of her labia moisten with the stroking, then gush as her cunt opened wider to the pressure of the knee.

No, this was no virgin, Dex told herself. This wasn't any sort of beginner either. Gena might he young but she must have been around.

Yet she had said that it was her first gay party…

Gena sighed and ran the tip of her tongue around the edge of Dex's mouth when Dex came up for air. There was no stopping her. Gena could not seem to get enough. Dex sucked the eager tongue back into her mouth. Clasping the girl tightly, she drew her down onto the cushion-less seat of the sofa-bed.

The hardness under her buttocks seemed to add to her excitement. Gena came down onto Dex's lap. She wiggled her ass against Dex's crotch, teasing her on ward. Dex reached around and let her hands play over the lithe body of the girl. As her fingers drifted across her nipples, Gena would respond by grinding her ass more roughly against Dex's crotch. Dex let her thighs part slightly so that Gena's buttocks slipped ever so slightly between them.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Gena giggled softly to herself and slipped sideways onto the couch and brought her feet up. She was now stretched out, her young ass rubbing gently against Dex's moist crotch. She was gazing intently at the older woman.

Dex blushed slightly. She felt Gena observing her now, more than participating. Yet, the position she had taken, sprawling over her lap, was calculated to bring things out of the foreplay stage.

"You're in my lap like a baby," muttered Dex. Before she had time to begin reproaching Gena, the girl's eyes twinkled suggestively.

"Oh, I'm no baby. Except maybe when I want to play with your breasts and…" Gena didn't bother to finish her sentence. She unbuttoned Dex's blouse and worked her fingers behind to release the clasp of her bra. Dex's breasts fell heavily into the outstretched palm which tried to cup both of them at once. Then Gena moved both hands into play, pulling the bra out of the way, and now rubbing Dex's stiffening nipples.

"Do you like that?" asked Gena coyly.

"Damn it, of course, I like that," Dex snapped back. She liked being stroked, her breasts fondled, nipples pulled and pinched, but she didn't like being toyed with.

Abruptly she slithered out from under Gena, pulling the girl's long legs up on the couch so she could slip free. She fell to her knees with the girl spread out before her on the sofa. Gena lay there watching Dex intently while a pale tinge of color flushed through her cheeks.

The clear, direct invitation stopped Dex from thinking. Desire rushed through her body headlong. She covered Gena's mouth once again with her own and let her hands play downward to find the breasts.

She stroked from one to the other, and they felt hot and large. Her eye caught a glimpse of the two nipples jutting blatantly against the girl's jersey as if trying to stab through the cloth and out into the air. Dex began to fumble with the clothing, working the jersey upward till her fingertips touched the warm, bare midriff.