Trail of Sin

by Ray Gordon

  Sucking and fingering and squirming, we finally began to drift down from our lesbian-induced pleasure. Never had I known anything like it. Amy rolled off my trembling body and lay on the grass beside me. I was shaking violently in the aftermath of my best orgasm ever. I finally opened my eyes and gazed at the sunlight streaming through the trees high above me. My body calmed and I felt relaxed as never before as my heartbeat slowed and I breathed deeply.

  ‘Are you all right?’ Amy finally asked me.

  ‘God, yes,’ I replied, turning my head and smiling at her. ‘Are you?’

  ‘I’m better than ever, Ali. I want you again.’

  ‘No, I . . . I have to go now,’ I said, hauling myself up and grabbing my knickers. ‘Phone me, OK?’

  ‘I must see you again today.’

  ‘I have things to do and –’

  ‘Please,’ she persisted. ‘I need you.’

  ‘All right,’ I sighed. I slipped my knickers on and concealed my sex-dripping vaginal slit. ‘Ring me later and we’ll meet here.’

  ‘This evening?’

  ‘I’m not sure what I’ll be doing but . . . Ring me later this afternoon. Now, I really must go.’

  ‘OK,’ Amy said, her pretty face beaming as she looked up at me. ‘I’ll stay here for a while and rest.’

  I left her on the grass and followed the narrow path through the trees to the park. My knickers were filled with my hot cunt milk and I couldn’t stop thinking about Amy. She was beautiful, and I wanted to go back to the park and love her again. Trying to take control of my inner desires, I breathed deeply and did my best to compose myself. But I was still shaking as I neared the flat, and I knew that Jackie would be suspicious.

  ‘Your mum has been round,’ Jackie said accusingly, opening the front door to me. ‘I thought you’d gone round to –’

  ‘That’s great,’ I cut in. ‘I’d said that I’d go and see her, so she comes here instead.’

  ‘So where have you been?’

  ‘I waited ages for her to get back and then gave up.’

  ‘She said that you hadn’t arranged to go there this morning.’

  ‘It was her idea, for God’s sake. She must be losing her memory.’

  ‘You look flushed, Ali,’ she persisted. ‘Where have you been?’

  ‘It’s bloody hot out there,’ I sighed as I walked into the lounge and flopped onto the sofa. ‘I’m on fire. What did my mum say about the flat?’

  ‘She liked it. But she was disappointed because you weren’t here.’

  ‘I’ll ring her later. Did you get a key cut?’

  ‘Yes, I did. Ali, have you been to see Amy?’

  ‘Amy? Why would I go and see her? I don’t even know where she lives.’

  ‘That phone call you had earlier, when we were outside the church . . . was it Amy?’

  ‘I told you, Jackie, it was the landlord. Why all these questions?’

  ‘I don’t know – I’m sorry.’

  ‘What if I had been to see Amy? So what?’

  ‘I know that you like her and she’s a lesbian so . . .’

  ‘Yes, I do like her and she is a lesbian. I want to see her again to find out more about my sister.’

  ‘Do you want sex with her?’

  ‘I haven’t thought about it, Jackie. What if I do have sex with her? How will that affect us? I mean, we fuck men all the time so –’

  ‘Yes, but that’s business. You know what I mean, Ali. I thought that we were . . .’

  ‘Look, this isn’t going to work if you’re going to be suspicious every time I go out. Amy said that she’ll ring me when she’s spoken to my sister, so I might go and meet her somewhere. I don’t want a load of questions, Jackie. What we have here is good, so don’t spoil it.’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she sighed. ‘It’s just that I can’t bear to think of you with another girl.’

  ‘Go and make some coffee,’ I ordered her. ‘And don’t be so silly.’

  As Jackie left the room I shook my head in despair. I’d had no idea that she was going to be like this. I thought that she might be suspicious, but to fire accusing questions at me like that . . . I’d been firm with her, I thought. I wasn’t going to put up with any nonsense from her. As much as I liked her and wanted her I had my own life to lead. Amy had come on strong, I thought. Going on about needing to see me again and insisting that I meet her . . . I was going to have to be firm with her, too.

  It was strange to think that teenage girls were falling in love with me and wanting to have sex with me. The doorbell rang and I hoped that my mother hadn’t come back. Perhaps it was Jackie’s parents, I thought. No one else knew where we lived, apart from the landlord and . . . I walked through the hall, opened the door and stared at Alan, my jaw dropping. What the hell did he want? I wondered, frowning at him. How had he found out where I was living?

  ‘Hi,’ he said. ‘Your mum told me where to find you.’

  ‘Oh, right,’ I breathed. ‘I’m . . . I’m a little busy at the moment.’

  ‘Hi,’ Jackie said, obviously recognising Alan as my neighbour as she joined me. ‘Come in and take a look at our new flat.’

  ‘Thanks,’ Alan said and walked past me into the hall.

  ‘I’ll make another coffee,’ Jackie said, returning to the kitchen.

  I led Alan into the lounge and smiled at him. ‘I’m about to go out,’ I sighed. ‘I’m afraid you won’t be able to stay for long.’

  ‘I haven’t seen you for ages,’ he whined. ‘Why didn’t you tell me that you’d moved out?’

  ‘It all happened so quickly, Alan. Look, I don’t want you coming round here. I know that sounds rude but –’

  ‘Have you got someone else, then?’

  ‘Alan, we’re not going out together or anything.’

  ‘I thought we were.’

  ‘No – what we did in the woods was fun, but that’s all it was.’

  ‘Oh, I see. You have found someone else, then?’

  ‘No, I haven’t. I don’t want to be tied down to anyone.’

  ‘OK, so what about having sex with me?’

  ‘Sex?’ Jackie echoed as she brought the coffees in.

  ‘Have we got a new client?’

  ‘A new client?’ Alan said, frowning at me.

  ‘She was joking,’ I said as I turned and glared at Jackie.

  ‘That’s a shame,’ Alan murmured. ‘I know a man who’s looking for a prostitute.’

  ‘What?’ I gasped. ‘How come you know a man who –’

  ‘It’s my friend’s dad. His wife ran off and he’s always going on about finding a prostitute. At first I thought he was joking, but he’s serious. He’s got loads of money.’

  ‘I might be able to help him,’ Jackie said. ‘I know a girl who would see him.’

  ‘Really? Give me her number and I’ll get him to call her.’

  Jackie wrote down my mobile number and passed it to Alan as I sipped my coffee. Alan, of all people, I thought. As long as he didn’t discover that we were on the game, I was happy enough to entertain his friend’s dad. He’s got loads of money. Recalling his words, I winked at Jackie. We really were in business, I thought happily. Perhaps Alan’s visit was a good thing after all.

  ‘Maybe I should phone this girl,’ he said. ‘I don’t have a girlfriend so –’

  ‘You haven’t got any money,’ I cut in.

  ‘Yes, I have.’

  ‘It would cost you a fortune.’

  ‘How much?’ he asked me.

  ‘I don’t know, do I? But I reckon a girl would charge fifty pounds for sex.’

  Alan downed his coffee and smiled at me. ‘I can afford that,’ he said. ‘I might ring this girl and ask her about it.’

  ‘I’d have sex with you for fifty pounds,’ Jackie said, giggling.

  ‘So would I,’ I said. ‘It would help to pay the rent.’

  ‘Really?’ Alan breathed. ‘Are you serious?’

  ‘We’re not prostitutes but . . . yes, why
not?’

  ‘Wow, that’s great. When can I come round, then?’

  ‘Tomorrow morning,’ Jackie replied. ‘We’re out tonight, but tomorrow morning will be fine.’

  ‘I’ll be here,’ Alan said, grinning at me. ‘Wow, that’s great.’

  ‘Get here at nine,’ I said. I took his empty coffee cup and ushered him into the hall. ‘And bring the money with you.’

  I returned to the lounge after I’d seen him out and burst out laughing. I couldn’t believe that Alan was going to be paying to fuck us, and neither could Jackie. With Alan as a new customer and, possibly, his friend’s dad to be added to our client list, the future was looking great. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Amy. She was going to ring me and arrange to meet me for sex, and my sister wanted to meet me too. I still had problems, but the future looked good, I thought again.

  Eleven

  I’D WAITED UP until midnight but Amy hadn’t phoned me. Jackie had been asleep by the time I’d joined her beneath the quilt, and I’d felt despondent and frustrated. I’d wanted to meet Amy again, I’d wanted sex with Jackie . . . I woke up alone in the bed and heard Jackie moving about in the kitchen. Ali the slut was going to Birmingham today, I thought as I leaped out of bed and had a shower. Why hadn’t she phoned me? Today was our last chance to meet.

  I didn’t feel like seeing Alan and wished that we hadn’t arranged for him to come round. With Amy continually on my mind, the last thing I wanted was sex with Alan. But he was a client now, I reminded myself as I dressed in a miniskirt and skimpy crop-top. He wanted to pay for the use of my pussy, and business had to come first.

  I was about to go down to the kitchen to find Jackie when my mobile phone rang. It was John: he wanted Jackie and me to go to his bungalow that evening. Apparently his friends were eager for another session of crude sex and they had their cash ready. I agreed, and the minute I dropped my phone back into my handbag it rang again. This time it was Amy. She wanted to meet me by the stream in the woods.

  ‘I want to pull your knickers off and open your legs as wide as I can,’ she said excitedly. ‘I’m going to peel your pussy lips open and lick deep inside your sweet little hole.’

  ‘You’re making me very wet,’ I whispered, closing my bedroom door so that Jackie couldn’t hear me.

  ‘I’m going to suck your clitoris into my mouth,’ Amy continued. ‘I’ll suck it so hard that it pops out from its hood and then I’ll lick it and take you to heaven.’

  ‘My clit is hard now,’ I breathed. ‘I’ll meet you in the woods later this morning.’

  ‘Now – I want you now,’ she said firmly.

  ‘Later,’ I replied. ‘Be there at eleven o’clock.’

  ‘You do want to meet your sister, don’t you?’

  ‘Well, I . . .’

  ‘Meet me in the woods as soon as you can.’

  ‘All right,’ I conceded. ‘I’ll do my best.’

  My vaginal muscles tightened and my young womb contracted as I imagined Amy sucking my clitoris into her pretty mouth. Would my sister be there? I wondered. Did I want to meet her? I was confused. I took a deep breath and composed myself before going down to the kitchen. Jackie was cooking breakfast – eggs and bacon and toast. The table was laid and there were two glasses of fresh orange juice and coffee and . . . She was brilliant, and I didn’t want to lose her.

  ‘Was that your phone I heard just now?’ she asked me.

  ‘Yes, it was John,’ I replied. I gazed at her short skirt, her naked thighs. ‘He wants us there this evening.’

  ‘Great,’ Jackie trilled. ‘More money.’

  ‘My sister’s moving up to Birmingham and I’m hoping to meet her before she goes.’

  ‘When did you speak to her?’

  ‘I . . . I didn’t. Amy rang me yesterday and –’

  ‘You didn’t tell me.’

  ‘Didn’t I? Sorry, I must have forgotten to mention it. That looks good,’ I said as she placed my breakfast on the table. ‘You’re wonderful, Jackie.’

  ‘It seems rather odd that you forgot to tell me that Amy rang you about your sister.’

  ‘I’ve had a lot on my mind, Jackie.’

  ‘Such as Amy?’

  ‘What? No, no. There’s Alan and John and his friends and my sister . . . I’ve been thinking about the business, not about Amy.’

  ‘Your phone rang twice,’ Jackie said, watching me closely for a reaction.

  ‘Yes, it was my sister.’

  ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

  ‘Jackie, I can hardly get a word in. All this talk about Amy . . . I’m going to meet my sister after breakfast.’

  ‘What about Alan?’

  ‘You deal with him.’

  Jackie hardly spoke as we ate our breakfast. She was great to have around and I didn’t want to be without her, but I knew that I couldn’t put up with her suspicious mind and continual questioning. I had an idea as I enjoyed my breakfast. If I pretended to be my twin sister and I called at the flat, I might fool Jackie. I could take Amy to the flat and . . . No, I decided, that wouldn’t be a good idea. I was going to have to quell Jackie’s suspicions, but I had no idea how.

  Alan finally arrived. Jackie let him in and led him into the lounge. I heard them giggling as I slipped out of the front door. Jackie would be all right, I reflected as I headed for the park. She’d make Alan happy and take his money and . . . I’d let her down, I thought. We were in business together, and I’d left her alone to deal with a client. But my sister was playing on my mind. I wanted to meet Amy in the woods and have sex with her, but my thoughts were on the other Ali. I remembered the photographer as I crossed the park and wondered whether my nude pictures were on some website or other for the world to see. As I followed the path through the trees I knew that I had to sort myself out. Sneaking off to meet my lesbian lover when we had a paying client waiting, taking secret phone calls . . . I was going to have to get my act together.

  ‘Are you alone?’ I asked Amy. I’d found her sitting by the stream. ‘What was that you said about meeting my sister?’

  ‘She said that she might come here and meet you,’ she replied, looking up and smiling at me.

  ‘When?’ I asked.

  ‘Now.’

  ‘So where is she?’

  ‘I don’t know, Ali,’ she sighed. ‘I saw her this morning and she said that she might come here.’

  ‘She’s going to Birmingham today. This is our last chance to meet.’

  ‘Sit down,’ Amy said. ‘You’re all wound up and –’

  ‘Of course I’m wound up, Amy,’ I interrupted as I sat on the grass beside her. ‘Ali is my twin sister.’

  ‘She might not be your sister. I know that you both look identical, but that doesn’t mean to say that she’s your sister.’

  ‘Why is she playing games? She’s known about me for some time, and yet . . . Surely she’s intrigued?’

  ‘Of course she is. But she’s also worried. I told you before about her family history. Just have patience. While we’re waiting, let me take you to heaven.’

  ‘I can’t think about sex,’ I breathed. ‘Besides, what if my sister turned up and found us . . .’

  ‘I’ve told her that we’ve had sex. She won’t think anything of it if she finds us loving each other.’

  I shook my head as Amy slipped her shoes off and dangled her feet in the shallow stream. I didn’t think that the other Ali would turn up. This was probably a ploy, I thought as I gazed at Amy’s long legs. Amy had wanted to meet me in the woods for sex and had thought she’d use my sister as bait. Perhaps I should forget about the other Ali, I mused despondently. My parents hadn’t even asked me how I was getting on with tracking her down and I thought it might be best to forget about her.

  ‘She’s not coming here, is she?’ I finally said.

  ‘She said that she might,’ Amy replied.

  ‘Why hasn’t she phoned me? She knows my number, so why hasn’t she phoned?’

  ‘I have
no idea, Ali.’

  ‘Amy, if you’ve made this up just to get me here . . .’

  ‘Of course I haven’t made it up.’ She grabbed her phone from her bag and punched in a number. ‘Ali, it’s me,’ she finally said. ‘Are you coming here or not? Yes, she’s here with me. Well, at least ring or . . . OK, I will.’

  ‘What did she say?’ I asked Amy as she sat beside me.

  ‘She’s going to ring you.’

  ‘When?’

  ‘I don’t know, she didn’t say. Ali, I want you. Please let me love you.’

  I lay back on the grass as Amy slipped her hand between my thighs and massaged the swell of my pussy lips through the tight material of my knickers. I could see her phone in her open handbag. It was within reach, I thought as she eased my wet knickers to one side and slipped her finger deep into my contracting vagina. If I could just switch it on and get Ali’s number . . . Amy moved her bag out of reach and settled beside me. She pressed her full lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

  After she’d opened my crop-top and lifted my bra clear of my young breasts, Amy massaged the firm mounds of my tits and teased the erect teats of my nipples. I felt a quiver run through my womb as she moved down and sucked a nipple into her hot mouth. Her finger moved about within the tight sheath of my vagina and her wet tongue swept repeatedly over the smooth skin of my breast. The feelings this produced freed my mind of thoughts of my sister and I knew that Amy was going to take me to my sexual heaven as my clitoris swelled and my juices of lesbian desire flowed. I realised again that I could never be without her.

  After pulling my wet knickers down and slipping them off my feet, Amy parted my legs wide and massaged my hairless pussy lips. Her fingers ran up and down my creamy-wet sex crack, caressing the sensitive tip of my erect clitoris, and she sucked my nipple into her hot mouth again. My arousal rose fast and I knew that soon I’d be writhing in the grip of a beautiful orgasm. Amy quickened her massaging rhythm and I began to think that I shouldn’t have rented the flat with Jackie. She was my best friend, a lifelong friend, but I knew that her continual suspicion and questioning was going to become a real problem. I was going to have to do something, I thought for the umpteenth time. But what?