Web of Desire (11 page)

As Paula rambled on, Mandy couldn’t imagine her indulging in lesbian sex. Were there no limits to the girl’s sexual deviancy? Lesbian sex was something that Mandy would never get involved in. She’d known that some of the girls at school had played about with each other, indulged in mutual masturbation and even oral sex, but she’d been repulsed by the idea of licking another girl’s pussy. Trying to push such images from her mind, she was pleased when Paula said that she had to go.

‘Sorry it’s only a fleeting visit,’ she said. ‘But I’d better get to the office and check up on the staff. Let me know when you’re free.’

‘Yes, I’ll do that,’ Mandy breathed, gazing at Paula’s mouth and trying to imagine her licking a pussy. ‘I must get on with some work. It’s beginning to pile up and I don’t like it when I get behind.’

‘OK, I’ll see you soon.’

Seeing Paula to the front door, Mandy wondered why she kept going on about a blind date. Perhaps it
was
just the excitement of meeting someone new, she reflected as she filled a bowl with hot soapy water and went into the lounge. As she cleaned the carpet, she began to wonder whether Paula was lying about her sexual conquests. She was successful in business, but she might not be so successful when it came to men. That would explain why she wanted Gary to set
something
up, Mandy reflected. As for her lesbianism … Was Paula playing her own game of one-upmanship?

Mulling over the notion that Paula might have been dreaming up incredible stories of sexual conquests to show off somehow, Mandy wondered why such an attractive and vivacious woman didn’t have men chasing after her. Paula looked good, she was successful, she had charisma … Surely men chatted her up and asked her out? It seemed that she was into one-night stands, and there must be dozens of men who’d be happy to oblige. Reckoning that she’d got it wrong and Paula didn’t have a shortage of men chasing her, Mandy thought that she’d been honest when she’d said that new relationships were exciting.

Having worked all day on a web-site design, only breaking off for lunch, Mandy was about to relax on the sofa when the doorbell rang. Walking through the hall, she opened the front door to find a teenage girl standing on the step. She was blonde and extremely attractive, and Mandy instinctively knew that she was Paula’s young lesbian friend. Paula had a nerve, she thought angrily as she asked the girl what she wanted.

‘I’ve brought some money round from Paula,’ the girl replied. ‘It’s for the meal, or something. I’m Jackie.’

‘Oh, er … thanks,’ Mandy said, taking the cash and gazing at the teenage beauty.

‘Apart from the money, she told me that you were dying to meet me.’

‘I’m sorry, but she’s got it all wrong,’ Mandy sighed. ‘I don’t even know you, Jackie. Why would I be dying to meet you?’

‘Paula came into the office and said …’

‘Do you work for Paula?’ Mandy asked her.

‘Yes, I do.’

‘I suppose she told you that I’m a lesbian?’

‘She said that you were into girls.’

‘You’d better come in,’ Mandy said, inviting her over the threshold.

Leading Jackie into the lounge and indicating for her to sit on the sofa, Mandy thought the situation was strange. Why had Paula sent the girl round with the money? she wondered, eyeing the teenager’s short skirt and long legs. This had nothing to do with the money for the meal. Paula could have brought the cash round at any time – there was no need to send a young lesbian. Jackie was an attractive teenager with long blonde hair and a sultry expression that was somehow sexually appealing. Her T-shirt was tight, the thin material faithfully following the firm mounds of her pert breasts. But what did she want? Lesbian sex?

‘Tell me about Paula,’ Mandy said, sitting in the armchair.

‘There’s not much to tell.’

‘You work for her, so you must know something about her.’

‘Look, if you’re not interested in me—’

‘I’m interested in Paula,’ Mandy cut in. ‘I’ve known her since we were at school together. Recently we met up again and … There’s something about her that’s been bothering me. I won’t go into details, but something doesn’t add up.’

‘She can be strange at times,’ Jackie said softly. Biting her lip, she hung her head. ‘I told her that this wasn’t a good idea. I didn’t want to come here, but she insisted.’

‘Why?’

‘She wants me to get to know you. You see … she doesn’t have any friends, men friends, and she thought that …’

‘Hang on, hang on. We
are
talking about the same Paula, aren’t we?’ Mandy asked her.

‘Yes, of course.’

‘So, Paula has no men friends? I find that difficult to believe.’

‘She’s always
talking
about men, but she doesn’t seem to have any relationships.’

‘This is all falling into place,’ Mandy muttered. ‘I’ve been playing a game but all along Paula was the one who … Tell me more.’

‘She said that you had several men on the go. She hasn’t got a male friend and she thought … I shouldn’t be telling you all this.’

‘She’s got a bloody nerve,’ Mandy snorted. ‘She’s been making out that she has different men every night. She said that she has a string of men chasing after her.’

‘She’s always very busy at work and she doesn’t really have the time to go out and meet people. She looks up to you, Mandy. She’s always talking about you.’

‘This is ironic,’ Mandy sighed. ‘All along, I’ve been looking up to her.’

‘If she finds out that I’ve been talking to you like this, I’ll be out of a job.’

‘Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to her. I suppose, if anything, I feel sorry for her.’

Something was still bothering Mandy. Why send Jackie round with the money? Paula obviously wanted to meet Mandy’s male friends, but why send Jackie round? Perhaps the young girl found it difficult to meet like-minded girls and hoped that Mandy would want sex with her. Eyeing again the girl’s short skirt, her naked thighs, Mandy felt a quiver run through her young womb. She’d never met a lesbian before, and she began to wonder about Jackie’s
young
body, her firm breasts.
She shaves and her pussy is so smooth and tight
… Recalling Paula’s words, she knew that she had to take a grip on herself. Jackie was extremely attractive, but Mandy wasn’t a lesbian.

‘So, are you and Paula intimate friends?’ she asked the girl.

‘No, nothing like that. She knows my sexual preference and she thought you might like to meet me.’

‘Without wanting to be rude, I am
not
a lesbian and I don’t want to meet a lesbian. This doesn’t make sense. If Paula wants to meet my male friends, why send you here? You said that she wanted you to get to know me. How will that help her meet my friends?’

‘I don’t know,’ Jackie sighed. ‘I suppose she thought that we might all become friends and, that way, she’d get to meet your male friends. She’s very lonely, Mandy.’

‘Successful, but lonely. It’s sad really.’

‘I’ve said too much,’ Jackie murmured. ‘I was supposed to come here and … To be honest, I don’t know
what
I was supposed to do. Paula comes up with these crazy ideas and confuses me. Last week she wanted me to go out with her so that she could meet a man. She thought that, with me there as bait, I might attract the men and she might get to meet someone.’

‘God, she must be desperate. To use a young girl as bait … As I said, everything fits into place now. The irony is that I only know two men. One is married and the other is old. Actually, I know three men. But the third one’s a bastard. I certainly don’t have any spare men hanging around.’

‘Aren’t you a lesbian, then?’ Jackie asked dolefully.

‘No, I … It’s something I’ve never thought about. If you don’t mind my asking, how did
you
become a
lesbian
? I mean, how did you discover that you wanted girls rather than boys?’

As Jackie told her story of a friend sleeping over one night, how they’d ended up in the same bed and kissed and fondled, Mandy felt her clitoris swell and her juices of lust seep into the tight crotch of her knickers. The way the girl was talking about her friend’s firm breasts and tight pussy, Mandy wondered whether she’d been missing out and should experience lesbian sex. She no longer had to play the game of one-upmanship with Paula, she reflected. But her curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. What would it be like to feel another girl’s breasts, to slip her finger into another girl’s wet vagina? Gazing at Jackie, she glimpsed the triangular patch of white material hugging her full sex lips as she moved about on the sofa. She’d never seen another girl’s pussy, let alone …

‘I’d better go,’ Jackie said softly.

‘Have you ever been with a boy?’ Mandy asked her.

‘I did try it once, but … It was awful. It just didn’t feel right. So, you’ve never been with a girl?’

‘No, I haven’t. As I said, I’ve never even thought about it.’

‘Maybe you
should
think about it, Mandy,’ Jackie breathed huskily. ‘You’re very attractive.’

‘No, I … I’m not that way inclined.’

‘How do you know that?’

‘Well, I … I just know. Besides, male and female fit together. Two females don’t.’

‘Don’t they?’

‘Well, no, of course they don’t.’

‘Paula said that I’d like you, and she was right.’

‘I like you, Jackie. But not that way.’

‘Only a girl knows how to pleasure another girl. You must have had men fumbling about between
your
legs and been left wondering what it was all about?’

‘Yes, I have. I suppose … now I use men for my own sexual satisfaction. The other day Paula said that, if a man doesn’t make her come, she won’t see him again. That’s now my own philosophy.’

‘Any man can make you come, Mandy. But I’m talking about
real
orgasms. It’s an art, and one that I’ve perfected. There’s far more to it than clit-rubbing and pussy-fingering. Have you ever been held on the verge of an orgasm until you’re begging to come?’

‘Well, I … I don’t know.’

‘As I said, it’s an art. I can take a girl to the verge of an orgasm and hold her there until she’s delirious, in a sexual frenzy. No man can do that.’

‘I’m sure that
some
men know what to do.’

‘Maybe. But you’ve never met one. And I doubt you ever will.’

Gazing wide-eyed at Jackie as she left the sofa and slipped her T-shirt over her head, Mandy stared at the firm mounds of her young breasts, her ripening nipples. Was this what Paula had planned? Jackie was a beautiful girl with perfect breasts but … What sort of girl would strip in front of a stranger? Was she a lesbian slut? What the hell was Paula’s game?

Jackie ran her hands over her naked breasts and down to the smooth plateau of her stomach as if showing off her young body. She had a beautiful figure, Mandy thought, wondering what to say as the girl tugged her short skirt down her long legs and kicked the garment aside. Her long blonde hair cascading over her teenage breasts, she was stunningly attractive and incredibly sexually aware. The full lips of her pussy clearly defined by her tight knickers, she was also unbelievably alluring.

‘Well?’ Jackie breathed, smiling at Mandy. ‘What do you think?’

‘I … I don’t know what to say,’ Mandy murmured. ‘Apart from to ask you why you’ve stripped down to your knickers.’

‘Because I think you should experiment.’

‘Experiment? What do you mean?’

‘Taste lesbian sex, Mandy. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for ever.’

‘As attractive and beautiful as you are,
I
’m not a lesbian,’ Mandy returned. ‘I’m heterosexual. I always have been, and always will be.’

‘You don’t know until you try,’ Jackie persisted.

Pulling her white cotton knickers down just enough to reveal the top of her hairless sex slit, she paused as if waiting for Mandy’s reaction. Mandy tried to make out that she wasn’t looking, but she felt her womb contract and her stomach somersault as she waited expectantly for the unveiling of the young girl’s most private place. Easing the flimsy material down further, displaying the swell of her succulent pussy lips, Jackie allowed the garment to fall down her long legs and crumple around her feet. Kicking her shoes off along with her knickers, she took two paces forward and stood in front of Mandy with her feet parted.

‘You may touch, if you want to,’ she breathed softly.

‘Jackie, I …’ Mandy began. ‘I’ve already told you, I’m not a lesbian.’

‘You don’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy another girl’s body,’ Jackie retorted, grinning. ‘You don’t have to label yourself.’

‘I’m
not
labelling myself. All I’m saying is … Look, you don’t even know me. To come here and strip off is … Do you normally behave like this?’

‘I’ve never behaved like this in my life. I’ve never met a girl as attractive and beautiful as you, Mandy.
Do
you realise how wet you’re making me? Feel me, Mandy. Run your finger up and down my crack and feel the wetness there.’

‘No, I …’

‘You’ve made my clit so hard. Why don’t you feel it?’

‘Jackie, no.’

‘You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Your parents and friends will never know about this, so why not try it?’

Mandy bit her lip as she gazed at a globule of white liquid seeping from the girl’s tightly closed sex valley. Her naked love-lips were full and puffy, she noticed as her stomach again somersaulted. Full, hairless, smooth, succulent, alluring … Tentatively reaching out, she stroked the soft flesh of the girl’s shaven mons. Running her finger down to the puffiness of Jackie’s swollen outer labia, Mandy massaged the globule of sex milk into her naked flesh. Jackie quivered and breathed heavily as Mandy ran her finger up and down her opening crevice. Parting her feet wider, she stroked Mandy’s long dark hair and again invited her to feel the hardness of her clitoris.

Although Mandy knew that this was wrong, she couldn’t help herself as she slipped her fingertip into the young lesbian’s sex valley and moved up to the hardness of her ripe clitoris. This was only experimenting, she thought as Jackie let out a rush of breath. Experimenting, exploring, satisfying her curiosity … She wasn’t a lesbian. And, as the girl had said, no one would know anything about this. Licking her red lips as she noticed a trickle of pussy milk running down the girl’s inner thigh, Mandy thought about the tightness of Jackie’s vaginal sheath. She was young, fresh, and very wet. This was perfectly harmless, she decided as she massaged the
gasping
teenager’s solid clitoris. No one would ever know what she’d done.