Chapter 31

Carolyn drove to her house by rote, her hands gripping the steering wheel, a thickness in her throat she could scarcely swallow past. The day’s work seemed in the remote past; she had performed her job automatically, her mind skimming over its surface. As she turned onto her block she felt momentarily dizzy from the surge of adrenalin. Would Val be there, would she be in the backyard swimming as she always was?

She glimpsed Val, in cutoffs and a white T-shirt, sitting at the top of the three small brick steps that led to her front door.

She parked carefully, using the electronic door opener to close the garage behind her. Faintly, shakily, she walked out onto the driveway and to her front door.

Unrestricted by a bra, Val’s breasts strained against the thin fabric of the T-shirt, flattened slightly by the cloth barrier, the taut nipples starkly outlined. Carolyn reached to her, to take the opulence in her hands. Val stopped her, taking Carolyn’s hands in hers. She removed the set of keys from the side of Carolyn’s shoulder bag, examined them, unerringly chose the house key.

Carolyn dropped her purse onto the small table in the entryway and walked through the cool house knowing Val was following. In the guest room she turned and again reached for what she wanted, tugging the T-shirt up to clasp the bare breasts in her hands, then burying her face in them, opening her mouth to take the soft warm flesh into her, her tongue avid on a swollen nipple. She felt Val’s hands at the zipper of her dress, felt clothing being loosened, falling from her, felt Val’s hands slide inside her pantyhose to pull them over her hips. She stepped from Val, stripping the pantyhose off as she tugged at Val’s cutoffs.

She was shocked by the heat of Val’s body. The strength of Val’s arms forced the breath from her. She arched into the heated softness and pulled Val’s mouth to hers and wrapped her arms around the thickest part of her back, craving that heated flesh in all the hollows of her body; and as Val lowered her to the bed, she raised her legs to lock them around her.

Val’s tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, the bed rocked and creaked. She answered the gradual but ever-increasing tempo of Val’s body with her own urgent rhythm, writhing under Val with the brilliance of her own sensations, the fierce throbbing between her legs. In shuddering intensity Val pressed herself fully into her, and Carolyn’s body absorbed the quivering height of her coming.

They lay fused together. Then Val lifted her body away.

As cool air struck her nudity Carolyn felt exposed beyond nakedness, rigid with want, aching between her legs, her nipples so taut that the first touch of Val’s mouth on her breasts was unbearable and she pulled Val’s mouth away. Val lay down between her legs, her palms sliding up Carolyn’s thighs.

Her eyes squeezed shut in her need, she did not understand what would happen to her until Val’s mouth came to her. Instantly remembering Paul’s revulsion, she froze.

There was a smothered, choking sound from Val, and her hands released Carolyn’s thighs to grip the bedspread. Carolyn felt her mouth as a roughness, a hungry searching. Val’s hands came to her again, to press Carolyn’s thighs tightly up against her warm face. There was the sound again from Val’s throat and then Val’s mouth softened, stilled, opened.

She was melting from each stroke, she was in the very heart of pleasure, each stroke on the jeweled center of her was perfect and she spread her legs fully; she would die if the strokes stopped. The strokes moved, just slightly, and frenzied in her diminished pleasure she seized Val’s hair, her two hands holding Val’s head viselike as the strokes quickened and created new and greater ecstasy. On the very edge of orgasm she hovered exquisitely, knowing that in the next instant she would come, the next instant, the next instant—and then she did come, from the roots of her hair, from everywhere, consumed with her coming.

She settled slowly onto the bed, her body light and so utterly empty she thought she would float.

Val’s disembodied voice vibrated above her, speaking the first words between them: “God, you love that—you absolutely love it.”

Carolyn spoke with difficulty, her mind a thickening gray swirl of cotton. “I don’t…want you ever…to do that again.”

She awakened at four-thirty. The bedspread had been pulled up around her; her dress had been hung in the closet, her other clothing lay folded neatly on a chair. She sat up to read a note propped on the dresser: I’LL BE AT THE BEACH HOUSE ALL DAY TOMORROW. I won’t, she thought, I can’t let this happen again.

She had an hour before she had to begin preparations for dinner. She lay back, and then rolled over, tears leaking from her eyes into the pillow as she remembered, the euphoria of her body dissipating in the heat of reawakened desire.

Date: 2015-02-03; view: 570