by Ray Gordon
‘In a minute,’ I replied, sipping my gin. ‘There’s a drink there for you,’ I said, pointing to the dressing table.
‘I hope your dad won’t mind,’ she said, her dark eyes locked to mine. ‘But I . . . I borrowed his razor.’
She allowed the towel to fall away from her young body and crumple around her ankles. Then she stood in front of me and displayed her bald pussy lips. I held my hand to my mouth and let out a rush of breath as I focused on Jackie’s hairless mons, her naked sex crack. Her inner lips protruded from her tight slit and she looked beautiful. Doing my best not to give in to my desires and drop to my knees and kiss her there, I sat on the edge of my bed and sipped my drink.
‘Well?’ she said. ‘What do you think?’
‘I . . . I think it’s nice,’ I replied.
‘Is that all?’
‘Well, very nice. Jackie, I . . .’
‘Kiss me there,’ she said. ‘Kiss my smooth pussy and lick me.’
Jackie jutted her hips forward and offered her hairless slit to my mouth. After knocking back my drink, I placed the glass on the bedside table and kissed the smoothness of her swollen outer lips. I reached behind her naked body and I clutched the firm orbs of her buttocks, pulling her towards me. My face pressed hard against the smooth flesh of her vulva as I slipped my tongue into her sex valley and tasted her hot milk. I’d known that we’d have sex and I’d tried to fight my inner desires, but I was weak in my arousal.
I ran my tongue up and down Jackie’s creamy slit, wondering where our relationship would go from here. We were the best of friends, and now we were working together successfully, but I’d never imagined that we’d become lesbian lovers. Rick had mentioned Ali’s lesbian friend, Amy, and I realised that I was becoming more like the Ali slut with every passing day. Since Ali had reared her head, I’d become a prostitute and was now a lesbian as well.
‘That’s heavenly,’ Jackie breathed, clinging to my head as I licked deep inside her wet slit. ‘Don’t stop.’
‘We really shouldn’t be doing this,’ I said stupidly. ‘We’re not lesbians, are we?’
‘I don’t care what we are – just don’t stop.’
Jackie peeled her hairless cunt lips apart and exposed the wet petals of her inner labia, the solid bulb of her sensitive clitoris, and begged me again not to stop. The taste of her sex juices were driving me wild as I sucked her clitoris into my hot mouth and ran my tongue over the small protrusion. She gasped and trembled and I clutched her rounded buttocks harder, digging my fingernails into her firm flesh. I sucked and mouthed fervently on her teenage clitoris, wanting her to reach her climax and shudder in the grip of a massive orgasm and pump out her hot milk. I wanted to pleasure my . . . my lesbian lover.
Jackie leaned over me, clutching my head harder and whimpering as her orgasm shook her naked body. Her vaginal milk gushed, splattering my chin as I licked and sucked on her climaxing clitoris. I thrust two fingers into her tight sex sheath and I breathed in the scent of her teenage pussy as I sustained her shuddering orgasm. I’d never felt so physically close to anyone as I tongued her pulsating clit and kneaded the inner flesh of her young vagina. My own clit-bud called for attention as my knickers filled with my pussy milk. Still, I hoped that my parents would be back before Jackie started to attend my feminine needs. Although I’d have loved to take her into my bed and writhe around in lesbian passion with her, it was too risky. If my mother caught us entwined in lesbian love . . . no, it was far too risky.
‘No more,’ Jackie finally managed to gasp. ‘Ali . . . please, no more.’
‘Did you like it?’ I asked her as I slipped my wet fingers out of her hot hole.
‘That was the . . . the best orgasm I’ve ever had,’ she sighed, collapsing onto the bed. ‘God, I’ve never known anything like it.’
‘We’re not lesbians,’ I murmured, eyeing the swell of Jackie’s outer cunt lips rising alluringly either side of her gaping sex valley.
‘So you keep saying,’ she retorted, with a giggle.
‘What I mean is . . .’ My words tailed off as I heard the front door close and I leaped off the bed. ‘Get dressed,’ I ordered Jackie. ‘That’ll be my mum and dad.’
‘I was hoping to love you,’ she said as she grabbed her clothes and dressed hurriedly.
‘And I was hoping . . . I’ll go down and tell mum that you’re here. She won’t mind you sleeping over, so we can love again later.’
I left my bedroom, closed the door behind me and waited on the landing. I must have looked a mess, I thought as I ran my fingers through my blonde hair and straightened my clothes. My clitoris was solid in arousal, my knickers were soaked with my juices of lust – I hoped that my parents would go straight to bed and leave me to love Jackie. Whenever I’d had a friend stay over, mum had put a sleeping bag on the floor in my bedroom. Once my parents were asleep, Jackie could sneak into my bed and we’d love and . . . What had I become? I wondered as I went downstairs. A prostitute, a lesbian – from Ali the prude to . . . What had I turned into?
Eight
JACKIE AND I had, after all, been exhausted the previous evening – too worn out to make love to each other – and had gone straight to sleep in our own beds. I was woken at seven by my mother. She was going shopping with my father and would be out of the house for at least an hour. I couldn’t believe my luck as she closed the bedroom door behind her. Jackie was still sleeping, so I waited until I heard the front door close before I woke her. Stirring, she pushed the sleeping bag down and exposed the firm mounds of her teenage breasts as she stretched her arms. Her nipples were erect, elongated, and I licked my lips as I imagined sucking on her ripe milk teats.
She slipped beneath my quilt and snuggled up to me, pressing her naked body against mine in the warmth of my bed. We were facing each other, our firm breasts pressed together as our lips met in a passionate kiss. I felt my stomach somersault as our tongues met and our saliva mingled. My clitoris was solid in arousal, my lesbian milk seeping between the swollen lips of my hairless pussy, and I wondered whether I was in love.
‘When are we working again?’ Jackie asked me as our lips separated. ‘Do you have any other clients?’
‘No . . . well, there is a man I meet in the park now and then, but I don’t think I’ll bother with him again. Apart from the three old men, I don’t have any other clients. I suppose we could find some.’
‘We’ll have a lot of free evenings so we might as well work.’
‘Oh, there’s the man next door,’ I said, remembering Simon as I ran my hands over the rounded cheeks of Jackie’s bottom.
‘Next door? God, that’s a bit close to home.’
‘It’s much too close to home, Jackie. I’m going to have to be careful because if my parents find out what I’m up to . . . well, it doesn’t bear thinking about.’
‘If my mum found out, she’d throw me out of the house. But they won’t find out. It’s our secret, Ali.’
‘Yes, it is,’ I murmured as she slipped beneath the quilt. ‘It’s our secret.’
I rolled onto my back as Jackie kissed the gentle rise of my stomach, parted my legs and breathed deeply. I could feel her hot breath against my pussy lips as she moved down and licked my opening crack. My mind drifted as she sucked on each outer lip in turn and I wondered whether I’d ever meet my twin sister. Now she knew that I existed she might come looking for me, I mused. I began to think that I’d have some explaining to do. But then I thought that the confusion, the mix-up, was as much down to her as it was to me. People had mistaken me for her, and her for me, so I didn’t have to explain anything.
Jackie parted my thighs wide, settled between my legs and repeatedly ran her wet tongue up and down the full length of my yawning slit. I tried not to think of the other Ali. My parents would be home in less than an hour, and I wanted to enjoy Jackie’s intimate attention, the delights of her young body. Her long black hair tickled my inner thighs, my lower stomach, as she parted the swollen lips of my v
ulva and slipped her tongue deep into my creamy-wet sex sheath. I could feel her probing inside me, lapping up my juice and drinking from my trembling body.
My mind drifted back to my twin sister again, to her lesbian lover, Amy, and I wondered whether we’d been born lesbians. Was it purely coincidence that we both enjoyed sex with other girls? Or was it in our blood? I’d known plenty of pretty girls at school, and yet I’d never thought about them in a sexual way. I’d been with girls in the changing rooms after playing netball, but had never given a thought to their young bodies. Had I recently become a lesbian, or had I always been a lesbian? I was bisexual, I concluded as Jackie sucked my erect clitoris into her hot mouth and eased two fingers deep into my contracting vagina.
‘I love your cunt,’ she breathed. ‘I love your cunt, your tits, your whole body. You’re beautiful, Ali.’
‘So are you,’ I murmured. Did she love me? ‘Let’s do sixty-nine.’
Jackie moved on top of me with the shaved slit of her vulva over my face. Once again she licked and sucked my solid clitoris. I reciprocated, licking between the fleshy lips of her vagina and tasting her teenage love juice. We breathed heavily in our lesbian loving, our naked bodies entwined in lust, trembling uncontrollably as we mouthed and sucked between each other’s naked thighs. Pressing my lips to the pink funnel of flesh surrounding Jackie’s vaginal entrance, I sucked out her hot milk, drinking from her tight sex sheath as she drank from mine.
I thought about our time with the three old men and recalled a huge cock sliding in and out of her young vagina, the sperm oozing from her bloated hole and streaming down her inner thighs. I pictured two cocks driving deep into the tight holes between her splayed thighs, the inner lips of her pussy hugging one shaft and her tight anal ring rolling back and forth along the other. We were good together, I mused dreamily as I neared my orgasm. We were a team, and we were going to earn a fortune.
Jackie gasped through a mouthful of my vaginal flesh as her orgasm erupted within her solid clitoris and her sex milk spewed over my face. I moaned through my nose, shuddering as my clitoris burst into orgasm beneath her sweeping tongue. The slurping and whimpering sounds of lesbian sex resounded around my bedroom as we clung to each other and writhed in our mutual ecstasy as our climaxes rocked our naked bodies. I could feel my womb rhythmically contracting, my rock-hard clitoris pulsating, as I rode the crest of my lesbian-induced orgasm, and I knew that Jackie and I would always be together.
‘No more,’ she gasped, finally rolling off my naked body and panting for breath as she lay beside me. ‘God, I can’t take any more.’
‘You were amazing,’ I murmured, turning my head and smiling at her. Our pussy-wet lips met in a passionate kiss and I wondered again whether I was in love with her. ‘Jackie . . .’ I began, wondering what to say. ‘I –’
‘Let’s get a flat together,’ she cut in excitedly. ‘With the money we earn, we could easily afford a flat.’
‘Leave home?’ I said, sitting upright. ‘Well, I . . . I don’t know.’
‘Why not? We’ll have more than enough money, and we’ll be able to work from home and . . .’
‘I don’t think we should have clients calling round, Jackie. We wouldn’t want anyone to know our address so it would be best if we visited them.’
‘Yes, good point. Let’s start looking for a flat today.’
‘Hang on, hang on. We’ll need some money behind us first. Maybe, after a few weeks when we have a lot of cash, we’ll get a flat.’
‘We need more clients,’ Jackie said as she leaped off the bed and grabbed her clothes. ‘I’m going out to find some.’
‘Where from?’ I asked her, frowning as I slipped into my dressing gown. ‘You can’t go up to people in the street and –’
‘No, no. If I go to the pub at lunchtime, dressed like this in my miniskirt, men are bound to come up to me.’
‘We need to plan this, Jackie,’ I sighed. ‘If you did find a man, he’d want your phone number. You wouldn’t want to give him your mobile number, would you?’
‘No, I suppose not.’
‘I’ve bought a new mobile phone, just for business use. If it rings, I know that it’ll be a client and not a friend. Also, I’ve bought new clothes which are just for business. I’m trying to separate my two lives. Ali the slut, and Ali the innocent. The slut wears make-up and –’
‘Yes, I see what you mean,’ she interrupted. ‘OK, I’ll buy a new mobile and some clothes. But how do we find more clients?’
‘Leave that to me,’ I said, writing my new phone number down and passing her the piece of paper. ‘I’ll have a word with John, and there are one or two other men I could approach.’
‘OK, I’ll go into town now and do some shopping.’ She opened the bedroom door, turned, and smiled at me. ‘I’ll see you later, Ali.’
‘I’ll ring you, OK?’
‘OK.’
After I’d had a shower, I dressed as Ali the innocent in a knee-length skirt and a demure blouse and made myself some toast and coffee. My parents were due home and, since I was supposed to be at work, I decided to tell them that I had a couple of hours off. I munched my toast and wondered where to find more clients. I doubted whether John had any more friends available and, besides, it would be nice to entertain some younger men, I decided. I wandered out into the garden with my coffee and thought about Jackie’s idea of getting a flat. My parents wouldn’t be at all pleased, especially when they discovered that I wasn’t going back to university. But it was my life, and I had to live it the way I wanted to.
‘Hello,’ Simon called as he leaned over the fence.
‘Oh, hi,’ I said. ‘It’s a nice day again.’
‘Yes, it is. I might go for a walk in the woods later.’
‘I have to work, I’m afraid,’ I lied, trying to change the subject.
‘Have you seen your sister lately?’ he asked me, with a glint in his eyes.
‘No, we don’t have much to do with each other. I’m always busy and she –’
‘Keeps pretty busy too, I would imagine.’
‘I have no idea.’
‘I’ll have to ring her,’ Simon said, grinning at me.
‘Yes, do that. Well, I must get back to work.’
‘I’ll ring her now and –’
I walked back into the kitchen and closed the door before he could say anything else. I realised that he could never meet Jackie. He’d recognise her immediately as my friend, which would ruin the game. I heard my phone ringing and dashed upstairs to my bedroom. It was Simon, asking me to meet him in the woods that afternoon. I needed the money but, as Jackie had said, it was playing too close to home.
‘I’ve just been chatting to your sister in the garden,’ he said. ‘I suppose there’s no chance of bringing her along to the woods?’
‘No,’ I said firmly. ‘And I can’t make it either – I’m afraid I’m busy this afternoon.’
‘Oh, that’s a shame. Jack, the friend I told you about, wants to meet you.’
‘Did you give him my number?’
‘Yes, so he should be contacting you soon. Ali, I was wondering . . . I’d like to play a little game with you.’
‘What sort of game?’
‘Would you dress like your sister and . . . I’ll meet you at the end of her garden – when everyone’s out, of course – and you pretend to be her.’
‘That won’t be easy,’ I replied, realising that actually it would be an exciting game. ‘I don’t go to the house and I haven’t met her mother yet so . . .’
‘I know that, but when they’re all out . . .’
‘I’ll think about it, Simon.’
‘I’m free this afternoon.’
‘I haven’t been to the house before so it won’t be easy. Besides, I have no idea when they go out together, if at all.’
‘I’ll find out from your sister and I’ll ring you later.’
‘OK,’ I sighed. ‘But it’ll be dangerous so . . . It’ll cost you, S
imon.’
‘You charged me fifty last time. I can’t afford –’
‘As I said, it’ll be dangerous. One hundred, up front.’
‘All right, one hundred.’
I dropped my phone into my bag and imagined hanging about at the end of the garden as Ali the innocent and . . . Too close to home, I thought again. Besides, I was bound to confuse myself by playing Ali the slut who was playing Ali the innocent. Although it was far too risky, the idea had grabbed me – excitement was welling in my young womb. Ali the innocent fucked in the bushes by the man next door . . . The ultimate deception, the ultimate exhilaration. But my parents would have to be out and then Ali the slut would have to explain to Simon how she’d got into the house. It would never work.
As it happened, my parents went out after lunch. I’d told them that I had to get back to work and I’d see them that evening. One hundred pounds, I thought as they drove off. But how was I going to play the game? The slut would have to get into the house to borrow her sister’s clothes, which would be impossible unless she broke in. I was sure that it would never work, but I had to give it a try.
Although I was playing the innocent sister, I changed my hairstyle and applied the smallest amount of lipstick. I couldn’t wear the same clothes so I found a skirt that I hadn’t worn for a long time and donned a baggy T-shirt. This really was risky, I thought as I wandered out into the back garden. I was jeopardising my business and I was sure that Jackie would think I was mad if she discovered what I’d done. I must have been crazy, I reflected as I waited on the patio. Simon hadn’t phoned, so I wasn’t even sure that he was at home.
‘Hello again,’ he called over the fence. ‘I thought you were going back to work?’
‘Dad wants me to water the tomatoes,’ I said, walking across the lawn. ‘Then I must get back to work.’
My hands trembling, my heart racing, I hid behind the shed where only bushes divided our gardens. I didn’t even know whether Simon had realised that I was supposed to be Ali the slut, and I had a job remembering which sister I was playing. I heard a rustling in the bushes and knew that he was there. I lifted my skirt, slipped my hand down the front of my knickers and massaged the swell of my pussy lips. Who was I supposed to be? I wondered as the bushes rustled again. I’d thought that the game would be exciting, but now I was in two minds. Deciding to call it off as Simon emerged from the bushes, I played myself, Ali the innocent.
