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CHAPTER THREE

"But you don't understand, Joan…" Arnie explained. "Harry's ironing out the details now… on the Championship bout… and it'll probably come off… in about two more months!"

"Then you are going to stay here… to train for it?" she queried, surveying him through dark grey eyes, her brow wrinkled in a frown.

"I have to… this's where Harry wants me to work out…"

"Well… do we have to stay here in Santa Monica?" Joan tossed her jet-black hair, as she swept her eyes around the apartment, Arnie had picked out for them.

"No… not really…"

"I'm going to find a place I like!"

"Do you mean… you're going to stay… this time?"

"Yes… darling… but I'm going to live in the kind of place I want… instead of this!" She was derisive.

"Okay… go ahead!" Arnie couldn't believe what he had heard. His wife was really going to stay with him… and maybe… just maybe, he could convince Harry that living like a normal man, with his wife, while he was training… wouldn't hurt him. Hell! Sex burns up less energy than boxing one round… and it'll sure make me a lot happier… to have Joan with me!

Of course, Arnie knew that his wife was headstrong, and that there was a strong streak of selfishness in her… but he overlooked those two things, in favor of something more positive, for Joan was definitely a sexy woman… beautiful almost to perfection, and she did try to please him… most of the time. That's why Arnie put up with the rest of it… otherwise… But, damn! Carla's something else… a real sex-pot!

Guiltily, he remembered what that little session with the hot blooded girl had resulted in… and he wasn't pleased with himself, at all! But, Christ… I was desperate… for a piece of ass! That's why he was so glad that Joan was going to stay with him. I won't have to go looking for it… It'll be right there… when I want it!

Arnie hadn't told Harry Nash about the blackmail thing… at least not yet; he was waiting to see what Jay Ballard would come up with, as far as finding out who it was… then, he'd turn it over to the police and the Boxing Commission. God damn it… if I told Harry… he'd blow it wide open… and I can't let him do that yet! Those damned goons said they'd kill me… if the police were brought in on it!

There was no doubt in his own mind about his courage… or lack of it. It just wasn't wise to match his fists against a bunch of gun-carrying hoods. If I ever get the chance, though… However, it was unlikely that he'd ever get a chance at one of them, alone; they always came in pairs.

And, of course, he hadn't told Joan, for very obvious reasons. Damn… when they get to her… finally… there's going to be all hell to pay!

p(line).***

Joan went apartment hunting. She found exactly what she wanted… in Corona del Mar!

Arnie was appalled when she told him… on two counts: the location! Christ! Carla Reynolds lives down there… somewhere! He tried to fix the location in his mind but drew a blank. Secondly: the price he was going to have to pay for a fully furnished apartment made him flinch… but he wasn't going to object. It would end up in an argument, so he just bit his tongue and said, "Okay, darling… if that's what you really want… we'll rent it and move into it…"

"It's a lovely place!" Joan gushed. "… And it's in a perfect location… with a view of the ocean."

They moved in the next day.

p(line).***

"I've just come to California…" Joan confessed to the auburn-haired woman who sat across from her.

They were in a plush cocktail lounge, drinking a leisurely martini… at Carla's invitation. Carla had spotted Joan Pearson that afternoon in her favorite hairdresser's salon.

Like many prostitutes, Carla didn't really like men. She tolerated them… but she really got her best kicks with women. Actually, she swung both ways, almost equally. Men provided her with the necessities… and many of the luxuries of life… but with another beautiful woman…

She had found it easy to strike up a conversation with the black-haired beauty who was obviously a stranger. Joan was appreciative of her easy, friendly ways, the sparkling conversation… the invitation to an afternoon cocktail… and so, there they were. Carla seemed to have a sixth sense about things like this. She knew it would be easy to get her new friend up to her apartment. After that… well… Carla knew what to do… It would be a nice afternoon interlude before the evening's work.

"I just know you'll love it, here!" Carla told her, her grey-green eyes smoldering over the rim of her glass.

Joan felt a little uneasy, but she decided that it was just friendliness… and the alcohol that caused Carla's eyes to do those things.

And, later… after the second round of drinks… when Carla made the pitch to her… about coming over to her apartment, to relax… listen to some wild records… and get to know each other better… Joan had some second thoughts. She really should be home when Arnie got back; he'd had to go into L.A. for some kind of conference.

"You can leave… any time you want to… but I think it'd be groovy… you know…" Carla smiled, mysteriously.

In the back of her mind, Joan knew that she was being picked up… yet there was something perverse in her that told her to go along with the act… experience something new! It was her headstrong stubbornness getting in the way of rational thought. If I don't like the way things are going… after we get to her apartment… I'll just walk out…! After all… she couldn't force me to do… something I didn't want to do!

And there was her curiosity. She'd heard of women who loved other women… but except for a passing attraction another girl had for her… when she was in high school, Joan had never experienced a woman-woman relationship. She remembered that Helen… that girlfriend, back in Omaha, had wanted to rub and massage her breasts… and there had been some kissing. It hadn't gone beyond that. Still… as memory flooded back, she had known, even then… that they had been on the verge of discovering more of their sexuality. There was the warm tingle in her breasts, still remembered, when Helen had kissed them… and that uncomfortable moistness between her legs… and yes… there had been sexual stimulation. She knew now… what it had been.

Helen had moved away, she thought… or was it that she had discovered boys. They were more exciting, and it hadn't taken Joan long to find out why… She hadn't thought about women as sex-objects… until this very moment… when Carla had suggested going to her apartment… to get better acquainted! She was not that naive! She knew what the implications were in that loaded invitation!

In Carla's apartment they shared another drink. Joan was beginning to feel the effects of them; her head whirled, eyes refused to focus properly… and she felt exhilaration and a high sense of adventure… as she wondered when things were going to start happening. Churning, warmly, in her belly was a tiny spark of anticipating sensuality, waiting there to be fanned into full-blown passionate desire. It was a new feeling; one she had never before experienced.

They chattered… listened to a record or two… and then the drinks were finished. Carla put her glass down on the low coffee table, decisively. There's no point… in wasting any more time!

Direct, as always, Carla, seated on the couch next to Joan, leaned over to her, put her arms around the black-haired woman and kissed her, using her tongue, worming it, gently, between the other woman's lips and into her mouth to dart, exploringly, tasting and savoring the sweetness of her mouth.

Even though she had expected it, when it came, Joan was surprised… and shocked. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, succeeding, finally, in twisting her mouth to the side to break the deep, warmly passionate kiss.

She gasped, "Really… Carla! Wh-What… are you doing? What do you… w-want…?"

"You know what I want! You!" Carla hissed, her grey-green eyes burning into Joan's dark orbs, as her tiny, warmly avid hand went out to caress the fullness of a soft breast through her clothing.

"Do you… m-mean…?"

"I want you… your lovely body! I want to… make love to you!" Carla told her, her voice husky and low.

Suddenly, in the face of the other woman's savage desire, she felt panic… and fear, a fear that she had overstepped the bounds… that she was in deeper water than she could handle.

"I-I couldn't… do that!" Joan gasped. "My husband… I-I…"

"He'd never need to know…"

"… But… I-I love… him!"

"Men! What do they know about love… about what really turns a woman on…?"

"It j-just seems… so…"

"Wrong…?" Carla finished, tossing her au burn hair back. "You'll never know… what it's like… to be turned on… really… until you've been loved… that way… by another woman! Because she's a woman… she knows what to do… what not to do…"

Then, as Carla's hand drifted down across her flat abdomen and began to squirm its way down into the angle of her thighs, pressing in against the curling, down-covered mound through the light layers of her clothing, Joan felt a sudden, leaping thrill-sensation surge warmly through her loins, seeming to center down there, between her now trembling thighs, signaling a prelude to forbidden pleasures. Her body wanted to leap for joy… to plunge in… experience all, but her reasoning mind was there, censoring the lewdly lubricious, sexually oriented signals, telling her: This isn't what you want… really! Remember… you can just walk away from it! You promised…!

Joan's own hand followed Carla's, grasped it in an attempt to pull it away… stop the other woman from going too far. Desperately, she murmured, "I've got… to g-go home… be there… when my husband…"

"Fuck your husband! He can wait… his turn!" Carla spat, her lips twisting around the obscenity, lewdly.

Joan was shocked. She had never heard a woman use words like that! She had heard the crudity from boys she had gone out with… and from her husband, Arnie, but no woman she had ever known had used the lewd word. Her face crimsoned with an unbidden blush. She gaped at the delicately beautiful, auburn-tressed woman, in disbelief, who had rapped it out so brazenly.

Seeing her shocked surprise, Carla went on, "I was married… once… when I was seventeen… too damned young… to know what was going on! All men are alike… I think… All they want to do is screw! Climb on top of you… shove a hard cock between your legs… ramming it into your cunt… whether you're ready or not… and not giving a damn whether you want it! All they care about is their own precious, male egos… thinking once they're married… that they own you…! Then… they'll just fuck you… shoot their load into you… and if you cum… it's good… but if you don't… Well, tough titty! Then… you're left to worry… about pregnancy… and not cumming… while the big, selfish son-of-a-bitch… goes to sleep… leaving you with nothing but a sore cunt… and the possibility of getting caught with a baby! And, all the time… what you really wanted was some real loving… not just fucking! There's a difference… and they're not very many men… who know how to love a woman!" It was a long tirade that Carla spat out in her hate and frustration, her vengefulness contorting her beautiful face as she spoke.

Somehow, Joan knew that she was facing a truth. She could have recited the same story… without the obscenities coloring it. There was an exception: she had tried to learn to respond to Arnie… and thought she was working toward a good sex life with him… when he was home. But God… he's home so seldom…! Always going off to train somewhere… for a fight… leaving me alone… almost half the time!

A flash of insight, the germ of an idea, began to ricochet around inside her skull. Maybe there was a partial answer, here… to the loneliness she experienced, when Arnie was in training camp. She rejected the borning idea almost as soon as it materialized in her mind and became words. No! God… Wh-What am I thinking about…? Take a woman… l-lover… when Arnie's gone…!? No! No! Nooooo!

There was that moist warmth between her legs, the tremulant, keening sensations that were racing through her… and she didn't want it.

Struggling to her feet, she swayed, dizzily, finding her legs shaky, almost unable to support her weight. She had to leave… get away from Carla… before…

Soft, female arms were around her, supporting her… and leading her somewhere. Where? She was in a bedroom… being helped onto the bed… and Carla's voice came to her, soothingly, through the pounding in her head.

"Everything's going to be all right… Baby…" Carla crooned. "You'll see… It'll be out of this world… for you…"

Looking down at the lovely woman on her bed, Carla Reynolds knew that it was time, now, to make it with the confused girl… give her something she'd remember. Hell… she doesn't know… what she wants… at this point! It had been easier than she'd thought… to get Joan into bed. Of course, the drinks helped… She smiled to herself. But, maybe she was ready for it… and didn't know it! Like… maybe… it was lucky for her that I came along… and just sort of nudged her over the brink… It seemed to her that Joan was hotter… more ready and more receptive than any woman she had ever seduced.

Not hurrying, Carla stood up and began to take off her clothes, posing provocatively, seductively, as she did so… knowing that Joan couldn't help but watch. She was a practiced expert…

Fascinated, in fact… almost hypnotized, Joan Pearson watched the other woman strip off her encumbering garments, to reveal the loveliness of her soft, clear-skinned body… the voluptuousness of her curvaceously delicate figure, and she wondered… even as she watched, with a feeling of revulsion for what she knew would soon follow… wondered what it would feel like to have another woman's body in intimate contact with her own. How… would it be…?

Then, standing naked, there, beside the bed, Carla allowed her hands to roam over her own body, reassuringly, cupping up her luscious, full breasts, caressingly, rolling the delicate, pink nipples to spiky erection; finally, a hand slid down across the flatness of her smooth white belly to the triangle of her pubic mound, lightly covered with curling, auburn hair that gleamed like polished bronze, where she slipped a finger into the moist pinkness of her woman's slit to tease at her own erectly alert clitoris. She shivered, erotically, with the wild sensations her own finger caused.

"OOooh… that's soooo nice…" she breathed. "Have you… ever done that… to yourself… darling…?"

Mutely, Joan affirmed it with a little wag of her head.

Sidling onto the bed, beside her, Carla ran her hands over Joan's softly rounded body, her warm hands sending tiny thrills coursing through her.

"Now… let's get you stripped, too…" Carla cooed, beginning already to unbutton buttons.

Not understanding why, Joan allowed herself, dazedly, to be disrobed… even helping a little… until she, too lay on the bed stark naked.

"Oh… lovely…" Carla breathed, stretching out beside the black-haired beauty of Joan's equally luscious body, her hands going out to caress and fondle a full-orbed breast and reveling in the smooth pliancy of the soft, silky skin. Deftly, she teased a cameo-pink nipple into erect hardness, her mouth following to suck and nibble while her hand taunted at the opposite one.

It all felt so good. The first electric contact of Carla's hands made her all shivery, the tingling sensations almost more than she could stand… and she knew, then… that there would be no retreat… no running away from it. She had to know… and experience, because now… she wanted more than anything else in the world; indeed she had passed beyond wanting… to needing.

Once again, her mind, dictator-like, tried to haul in a close rein on her sensation-filled body, telling her to deny this forbidden experience. It's unnatural… perverted…!

"Oh, God… Carla… I-I can't! I just… c-can't!" she strangled out.

"Yes… you can!" Carla's voice was low, intense. "Let me teach you… Just relax… and let me show you how…"

Turning Joan to face her, on the bed, the more experienced Carla clamped her body to the other woman's, mashing their breasts together, her mouth seeking and finding her lipstick-smeared lips and pressing her own sensuous mouth against them in a gentle, non-demanding kiss. She tasted the salt of Joan's tears… and knew what it was the other woman was feeling, remembering the first time she, herself, had lain in another woman's arms.

Gradually, Joan relaxed against her, her arms going out to Carla, and their kiss was fired with passion. Carla's tongue snaked out, slowly, to run in sensuous, little circles, rimming her lips with sensation-producing lubricity. Busily, then her hands teased and taunted the other's curvaceous body, caressing, fondling, smoothing and massaging, swarming over her voluptuous contours, like a swarm of hungry insects, her own great need welling up in her, uncontrollably… But, she held back, not wanting to do anything that would disturb Joan. Don't rush it… damn it! Get her worked up… to the point… where she'll be climbing the walls for it…!

More and more, Joan began to respond to Carla. There was an unaccountable thrill that she began to feel… an intensely erotic feeling that was being generated in her by the soft femaleness of her seducer's lovely body. Shyly, she rubbed her hands down Carla's smooth back and over the soft fullness of her buttocks. It was like caressing herself!

Pulling away, slightly, she had a distinct urge to touch Carla's breasts. Her hand came up between them, and she cupped the other's velvet-skinned titty, caressingly, feeling it's softly resilient mound… that was so much like her own. She felt the coned out nipple, hard in the palm of her hand; then… Carla sighed, shudderingly, and she realized that she had been the cause of it.

Now, their avidly hungry mouths were welded together in a mutual, deep kiss, as tongues darted in and out, tastingly, and their hands began to explore, caressingly: Carla with sure knowledge… and Joan with the timid sense of a neophyte. All the while, the fires of sensuality in their loins raged into uncontrollable, licking flames of desire. Joan moaned in helplessness. There was nothing more she could do to stop it, now… but desperately, she broke the deep, soul kiss.

"I've… n-never… cheated on my h-husband…" she murmured, trying to make one last, feeble protest.

"But… I'd bet he's cheated on you!" Carla grated, vehemently. "Most men do… sooner or later… and they sure as hell don't think about you… when they're shoving a hard cock… between another woman's legs!"

Carla's language jolted her, again, and she recoiled. That was the main reason she'd changed her mind and flew out to Los Angeles, from Omaha… after Arnie had canceled his own flight home. The fight was over. He had won it… and he was free on the town. Did he find another woman… and take her to bed…? Oh, I-I'll newer know…!

"… But it's almost… the s-same…"

"It's not the same!" Carla shot out. "This is woman-woman love!"

"I'll change… somehow… and he'll…"

"No! You can swing both ways… just like I do… only I get more kicks when I'm with another woman!"

"You mean…?"

"He'll never know, darling… It'll be our secret!"

Almost savagely, Carla recaptured Joan's lips, her voracious mouth devouring the sweetness of them, while below, she thrust her own, white, curvaceous thigh up between the trembling, tapering columns of the black-haired beauty she had entrapped, spreading them apart and insinuating her loins in close until the two soft pubic mounds met, Carla's auburn-haired one grinding in against the curling darkness of Joan's with wildly excited abandon.

Reaching over her, Carla pulled the full orbs of Joan's buttocks in tight to her, then that same hand, trailed downward in the soft crevice, going in the back way, to find the moist pinkness of her vaginal opening. She paused there, slipping a tiny finger into the bedewed vestibule to moisten it before it moved onward to find her sensitively erect clitoris. She found it hard, throbbingly sensate, and with a woman's sure knowledge, rubbed it caressingly… and ever so gently. She smiled with lewd satisfaction, as she felt the convulsive shock in the other woman's body.

Then, Joan was aware that Carla, her woman-lover, was slithering down her body, while at the same time, gently rolling her over to her back, splaying out her legs with her thigh, her mouth working, hungrily on her aching breasts, kissing and sucking, moving the hardened nipples in and out of her mouth in quick tempo, as she maintained a constant sucking pressure. Arcing sensations grounded in her loins, as Carla's hands, too, kneaded and massaged at her curvaceous softness. Dimly, Joan remembered that all of this was wrong… forbidden, but as her sensation-tortured nerve endings responded to the auburn-haired woman who was seducing her, she found it difficult to know why it was forbidden. She was filled with the most exquisite ecstasy she had ever known. Never had it ever been like this… with her husband, Arnie!

Uncontrollably, Joan's hips began to undulate in tiny, grinding circles under her, as the delightfully erotic sensations keened, surgingly, through her, and she knew that it was the end of her resistance. Carla could do anything with her, now…

"OOoohh…" she moaned, helplessly. "Oh… Goddddd!"

Carla's hungrily teasing lips began moving down, now, moistly, through the defile, between the soft mounds of her breasts, over her ribs, her flat belly, the agile, taunting tongue pausing to swirl in and out of her navel… and then Joan felt her thighs being spread apart, by gentle female hands, to expose the palpitating flesh of her cuntal furrow to the other woman's salacious gaze.

Crawling between Joan's legs, Carla's hands kneaded the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, her mouth following… ever downward… and Joan moaned with excited anticipation, as she divined what was coming next.

Closer, Carla's mouth worked toward the pulsating hungering portal of her cunt… and just before the other woman's soft mouth gained her exciting goal, Joan had a disquieting thought. Somehow… she knew, in the instant that Carla's mouth made electrifying contact with her pulsing, cuntal flesh, she would be changed… just as she had been changed, when she had given up her virginity. Weren't lesbians different… somehow, from other women?

Now, suddenly, it was there! That tantalizing, licking, lovely and soul-destroying tongue was there… teasing at her sensitive clitoris, and sending ecstatic sensations of sexual pleasure to her brain… and wildly stimulated body.

… And then, as Carla's tongue danced little pirouettes on the palpitating bud, then shifted, after a moment or two to dart, sinuously, into the liquid, coralline portal of her cuntal passage, Joan knew that there was nothing else like it in this world. It was a rhapsody of carnal sensation… but her taboo-instilled mind would not let go, even as her body responded, her hips gyrating up to Carla's mouth in mute supplication… wanting more of it… more of everything.

"Oh, God… Carla! N-No! Noooooo!"

Pausing for a moment, Carla took her mouth away, long enough to say, "It's yes… Baby… and you know it! Relax and enjoy it… all the way!"

"… B-But… it's… d-dirty…!" Joan wailed in anguish.

"And, you've loved every minute of it… haven't you?" Carla countered and, her head sank down between Joan's trembling, alabaster-white thighs to the sensate, pink flesh of her involuntarily pulsing cunt, her tongue plunging deep into the liquid depths of her lust-incited pussy.

She thrust her tongue in and out in flicking, measured tempo, matching the rhythm that Joan's grinding hips had already set, fucking in and out… almost like a man's ravaging cock.

Beneath Carla's teasingly educated tongue, Joan, unable any longer to control her body… or think a rational thought, knew that it was true! She had loved every minute of her seduction by the lovely, auburn-tressed Carla. God! She had to have it now… had to have that marvelous tongue doing those wonderful things to her… licking and sucking at her tremulant, sensation-seared cunt!

Throwing all caution to the winds, conscious only of the arcing, high-voltage flash of desire that burned, sparkingly, in her naked, now upturned loins, Joan cried out, in anguished desperation, "Oh, Ooooh… Oooooohhh, yesssss! Carla… yes! M-Make me c-cum…!"

Carla's mouth stopped, and Joan heard her muffled voice ask, "You want me… to keep on… like this… until you cum?"

"Y-Yes!" Joan gasped. "Oh, yesssssssss!"

"Let's go that one better, Baby Doll! I'm hot, too… you know… so let's make it… together!"

"Wh-What do you… m-mean…?" Joan was desperate, her hips undulating up to find Carla's mouth, again.

"Do each other… at the same time!"

"H-How…?"

"You just do the same thing to me… that I've been doing to you!"

"… But I've n-never…!" Joan cried.

"Now's the time to learn, then!" Carla told her, firmly.

Quickly Carla reversed her position. Her lovely, tapering thighs straddled Joan's face, while her own head was poised over the darkly curling down at the cusp of her thighs.

Startled, Joan looked straight up into the moistly pink flesh of Carla's cuntal furrow, softly and sparsely ringed by her auburn pubic hair, where it hung, tauntingly only inches above her sensuous lips. Suddenly, it was clear to her what she must do… if she were to cum to her rapturous orgasm that beckoned her, just out of reach.

They were in the sixty-nine position. Joan had heard about it. It was the classic position of mutual, oral-genital sex… but never would she have thought that she would be doing it… in this bizarre position. God… How did I get into this?

With a swivel-hipped undulation, Carla's vibrantly needful pussy came down to a firm, electrifying contact with Joan's mouth; while, at the same time, her own head nuzzled in between the other's thighs, again, to find her throbbingly sensate clitoris. Her tongue lashed out to lick the pulsing bud with voracious sensuality.

Feeling suffocated, trapped, Joan's first impulse was to scream… but when Carla's tongue contacted the quiveringly sensitive flesh of her cunt, it brought a long, mewling moan of complete, sexual surrender from deep in her chest, causing her to lift her head up against the warm, fleshy furrow above her, her tongue darting out, experimentally to find Carla's hardened little clitoris. Timidly, she licked at it… and felt the shuddering convulsion in Carla's body… that told her more eloquently than words the effect it had on the auburn-haired woman.

Then, flicking her tongue into the moistness of Carla's vaginal opening, she was surprised to find the taste of it slightly pungent and not at all distasteful, and as Carla's tongue plunged in and out of her, below, in imitation of a virile, fucking cock, Joan began to match her, until they had established a mutual rhythm, their tongues a pair of surrogate cocks in their heatedly sensual cunts.

… And, together, they spiraled toward the heights of release, as tongues licked and mouths sucked, hands grasped and caressed, hips ground and mouths gasped and mewled out moans and groans of mutual sex-pleasure.

Suddenly, Joan was mouthing words up into the moist cunt-flesh, between the thighs, gyrating above her.

"OOooh! That feels… s-so good! Don't stop… doing it!"

From below, between her own trembling legs, she heard Carla's counterpointing chant, dim and muffled.

"Eat me! Eat me… good… darling! Eat my… hot little pussy!"

Their bodies intertwined, heaving and writhing, together, mutually giving and receiving, the two women arrived at the apogee of rapture, release in orgasm.

Joan Pearson felt it begin, for her, in the exquisitely shuddering convulsions of her body that caused her to spasm in release, as wave after surging wave of ecstatic rapture broke over her sensation-filled loins, spreading through her in relaxing, euphoric impulses of pure sexual pleasure.

"Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuugggghhhh! III'mmmm cuuuuummmmiiiinnng! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh!"

Above her, Carla ground her hips tight against Joan's face, with wild abandon, her voice, mingling with Joan's in an ancient chant of completion and satisfaction that announced the arrival of her moment of rapture.

"Ooooooohhhhh, my Godddddd! Eat me! Eat me! Eat me! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!"

Carla collapsed on top of Joan, momentarily, then rolled off, reversing herself, again to stretch out beside her, her arms going out to clasp the black-haired beauty to her and clamping her mouth to Joan's in a long, deeply passionate kiss, as the last of the spasming, convulsive waves of orgasm left them drained… and satiated.

"God! I flipped… right out of my skull!" Carla declared with a little gasp.

Joan could only moan, "Oooooohhh! It was… out of this world!"

As Carla snuggled in close to her, her hands beginning to trail, caressingly, over her body again, Joan began to regain some of her composure, and her mind was functioning, attempting to sort out her new options. One thing was sure: she'd have to get away from Carla… go home, where she could really think things through.

"Joan, honey… we could really have a thing…" Carla murmured.

"Carla… Please…? I've got to get home! It's getting late… and I've got to have time… to think…"

"Then… I'll see you, tomorrow?"

"I-I don't know… maybe…" Joan told her, sitting up and gathering up her garments. "I'm really… in a whirl… I can't think straight… about anything…"

Carla didn't press her. She knew it was better that way… but next time…

"Let me give you my address… and telephone number…" Carla suggested, reaching out to get pen and pencil from her purse. She scribbled her name, Carla… and her address, followed by her telephone number and handed it to Joan, who put the scrap of paper, absently, into her own purse.

"You can call me… or come over… any time you want…" Carla added, "because… there's a lot more I can show you!" It was a mysterious promise.

"Such as…?" Joan asked, her curiosity rising.

"Next time…" Carla breathed. "The next time… together!"