Different Circles

Suzie did as requested, sliding up Celia’s now naked body and putting her tongue back in her mouth. They kissed and kissed, with Celia licking the essence of herself from Suzie’s face, sucking on her tongue some more.

“I want to suck your tits,” Celia said at last. “Can I do that?”

“Of course,” Suzie said, raising up in the bed. She whipped her shirt off and threw it across the room. She unsnapped her bra, revealing her medium-sized breasts to Celia’s eyes.

“Put them in my mouth,” Celia commanded.

Suzie did this and felt Celia’s wet, girly tongue slurping at her. She was not experienced at this, but she was enthusiastic, and it felt very good. She continued to caress Celia’s body with her hands as she was being suckled.

After ten or fifteen minutes of this—it was hard to judge time passage currently—Celia pulled her face free and looked up at her.

“I’m not quite ready to ... you know ... go down there yet,” she said apologetically.

“I understand,” Suzie said gently. Already she had done more than she had ever dreamed possible with the beautiful singer.

“But Teach told me about something that women do with each other. It’s called ... uh ... tribbing. Do you know how to do that?”

Suzie smiled. “I am familiar with the activity,” she said.

“I think I’d like to try it,” Celia said.

“Well, all right then,” Suzie said, standing and unbuttoning her jeans. “Let’s trib for a bit.”

Meanwhile, in Palm Springs, inside a large house owned by Greg Oldfellow, there was some pretty steamy lesbian action going on as well. Greg was watching it intently from the couch in his entertainment room. Only this action was not live and in the flesh. It was the latest release from Mary Ann Cummings Productions’ most popular line of videos. It’s title was simple and to the point: Amateur Lesbians—Volume 5. Greg had ordered the video from Kim Kowalski’s company using his computer and the MACP website one week ago and it had arrived today, wrapped in a discrete, brown paper wrapper. The scene he was currently watching featured a beautiful young brunette with nipple piercings getting it on with an older (mid-thirties or so), slightly chubby (but not unattractive) blonde woman with a wedding ring and a hairy blonde bush on the bed of some anonymous bedroom. According to the brief interview at the beginning of the scene, neither woman had ever met before, neither had ever had sex with another woman before, but both had always been curious about it.

Greg had his pants and underwear down around his ankles, a bath towel under his naked ass, and a large bottle of unscented hand lotion on the end table next to him. He had himself well in hand as he watched the chubby blonde licking between the widely spread legs of the young brunette. This was the only sort of action that Greg had scored since that last night with Celia in El Paso, Texas months before.

It was not that he couldn’t get laid if he wanted to. On the contrary, there were hundreds, maybe thousands of women in southern California alone who would gladly jump into bed with him without the slightest hesitation. Many of them even sent him letters, many with enclosed Polaroids, offering to spread their legs for him if he would just give a little ring on the phone. Most of these women (but not all) were very attractive. Most promised that no strings would be attached. In addition, on the few occasions he had ventured out in public since the messiness of his divorce started to fade a little from daily entertainment press reports, he was always offered sex by some female he encountered, sometimes subtly, sometimes quite overtly.