Chapter Four

 

When Virginia knocked at my door on Saturday afternoon, I almost didn’t open up. The only reason I did was that I didn’t want her worrying about me.

“Winter?” She stormed into my barren apartment like a tornado. “Oh, thank goodness you’re okay. Do you know how worried we were when we woke up and you weren’t around? You left Rufus with me on the bus.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, staring at my white socks against the parquet floor. “I walked to the bus stop around seven in the morning.”

“Oh, Winter!” Virginia wrapped her arms around me, pressing her eternally naked breasts against mine. “I’m glad you’re safe, but don’t ever do that again, okay? I know you’re an adult and you’re free to do what you want, but if you’re planning to tour with Steven and I…”

“Actually, I’m not,” I cut in. I couldn’t look at her while I said it, so I stared at my fridge, which had always been covered with a tapestry of magnets. Now it was naked, and I knew just how it felt. “I’m sorry, Virginia. I know you and Steven have been setting up all these shows for us, but I just can’t go.”

She pulled me down onto the futon, the only seat in the house, and held my hands. “Winter, why-ever not?”

“I changed my mind. I’m sorry.”

“It isn’t because of what happened with Steven, I hope.”

My jaw dropped and I couldn’t help looking her in the eye. “You know about that?”

“Of course I do.” When she held me close, the scent of flowers and herbs filled my spirit. “Steven and I share everything, Winter. How else could we have survived on the road together all these years?”

Tears welled in my eyes. My body went limp against hers. “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Why-ever would I be mad?” she asked, with a soft chuckle.

“I thought you’d… I don’t know… get jealous or something.”

Kissing my forehead, Virginia said, “There is no jealousy between Steven and I. When I say we share every, I mean… everything.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes and gazed deep into hers. Beyond the veneer of eternal friendliness, I saw something there I’d never seen before. I saw… what was it? Love for me, but more than that.

Setting her hand on my thigh, Virginia said, “You asked Steven if he and your mother and I were lovers. We weren’t. But Steven and I often shared women. Very often.”

My ears started ringing. I became increasingly aware that we were alone in an apartment that housed nothing but a futon, a television, and a few bags of clothing. In this echo chamber, there was no buffer but my personal resistance.

“Do you understand what I’m saying, Winter?”

I nodded, trying to smile. “I just never knew you were… that way.”

She cocked her head. “You didn’t know I enjoyed women’s bodies?”

When I shook my head, she ran her fingers through my long hair, then traced her hand down my back. I hadn’t planned on seeing anybody, so I was only wearing a flimsy cotton nightie. No pants. No panties.

Virginia wore her usual long dress in that brightly-coloured crinkly fabric that always reminded me of India. There were wooden buttons down the front and I caught myself staring at them because I just couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

“I wanted to sleep with Steven from the time I was fifteen,” I confessed. “I don’t think I even really knew what sex was, back then, but I had that feeling inside me.”

“Blossoming femininity,” Virginia said, rubbing my bare thigh. “I noticed it. I noticed as you began developing breasts, as your clothes became too tight.”

I blushed. “Don’t remind me.”

“You were a gawky teenager, as I recall.”

I averted my eyes to conceal how afraid I was. This was something I’d always wanted, not necessarily with Virginia, but with someone. I just didn’t know how, didn’t know what to do, where to get it.

“You’ve grown up to be a beautiful young woman,” she said, edging closer to me on the futon. “Tell me, Winter, have you ever been to bed with another girl?”

I couldn’t speak. I just shook my head, adamantly.

“But you’ve thought about it?”

I nodded, staring at the silver rings on her fingers. They felt cool as she brushed the hem of my nightie.

“You were afraid to indulge your desires,” Virginia went on. “I understand. It’s very common. How be I make it easy for you?” Pulling a silk scarf from her bag, she tied it around my head like a blindfold, then pressed me down on the futon. “All you have to do is close your eyes, lie back, and let me do all the work.”

“Okay,” I mumbled. Could she tell how badly I wanted to find out what Sapphic joys her body held? I hoped so, because I found it impossible to express myself.

My legs trembled as she opened them. Thank goodness I’d tamed my bush on the off-chance Steven got a glimpse. Otherwise I might have been embarrassed, knowing Virginia was staring directly between my thighs.

“You have a beautiful pussy, Winter.” Virginia’s jewellery jingled as she moved to the ground, setting herself between my spread legs and placing a hand on each naked thigh. “Pull up your nightie so I can get a better look.”

I tugged gently on the hem, until it danced across my belly.

“A little higher,” Virginia said. “Let me have a look at your breasts as well.”

I did as she asked, God knows why. With every movement, I felt nervous and afraid. Did I really want this woman, who’d helped my mother raise me, looking at my naked body? But I must have been curious because I didn’t hesitate to lift my cotton nightie over my head and throw it across the empty room.

“You have lovely breasts, Winter.”

Out of nowhere, she strummed my nipples, and I was amazed at how staunchly erect they’d become. The brush of her thumbs made me arch and gasp because, wow, that felt so good. How could something so simple feel so incredible?

“Lovely pink nipples to match your lovely pink pussy…”

My throat made a whimpering noise as Virginia traced her fingers down my belly. I couldn’t remember the last time my skin had felt so sensitive. With every touch, my flesh jumped. My labia throbbed indulgently. I knew where I needed to be touched, but I said nothing.

“Look at this pretty little clitoris,” Virginia said with a sigh. “Oh, I can see it pulsing and growing. You must be terribly aroused.”

“I am,” I confessed. “I don’t know why. This all just feels so good.”

“And look how wet you are! Beautifully, beautifully aroused and pulsing and wet.”

Virginia traced a fingertip across my pulpy slit before sending it inside. I could feel where her skin gave way to her rings, especially when she introduced another finger. I’d never felt anything like it.

My throat clicked when she bowed to my pussy and breathed on it.

“Are you going to lick me, Virginia?”

“Is that what you want?” she asked.

I nodded. Couldn’t say the word, couldn’t admit that I craved my substitute mother’s tongue between my legs.

Virginia withdrew her fingers from my pussy, and then pushed them inside again. She added a third. I really felt those silver bars, then—especially at the base of my slit. They warmed to my body temperature, but remained hard, never softening.

“That feels so good,” I told her, panting.

“Good,” she whispered. Her spare hand reached for my breasts, toying with my nipples. “I’ve only ever wanted what’s best for you. I hope you know that, Winter.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“That’s why I told your mother to send you away.”

My dizzy mind struggled to make sense of what she was saying, but my body was too aroused from those fingers in my pussy, and the others tweaking my tits. “Send me away?”

“When you were fifteen,” she replied. “Did your mother never tell you?”

“Tell me?”

Without warning, her lips landed on my breast and her tongue tickled the hard little bud of my nipple. My pussy clenched around her fingers, trying to absorb as much pleasure as humanly possible. My poor brain struggled to understand what she was trying to convey.

“Did my mother never tell me what?” I pleaded.

She sucked my tits fiercely, but lovingly. I’d never experienced any pleasure like it. Nobody had ever made love to me in quite this way.

Pulling her fingers from my cunt, Virginia abandoned my breasts and dipped between my legs. Before her lips could meet mine, I tried to remember what I’d just been asking her, but the question had fled. Just as well, because even if she’d answered I probably wouldn’t have remembered, not when Virginia wrapped her mouth around my cunt.

“Oh my God!” I cried. “What are you doing?”

The world around me glowed purplish through the silk fabric covering my eyes. Even if I’d been able to gaze beyond my naked breasts, I most likely wouldn’t have gotten past the top of Virginia’s head. Seeing wouldn’t have helped me interpret her actions. She seemed to be sucking my labia, my clit, everything at once. Sucking my entire pussy like a vacuum. It felt so full and engorged that my orgasm spiked and ebbed and held me. It felt so good it actually hurt.

“Help!” I screamed, goodness knows why. “Help! Don’t… stop…”

Did I want her to stop or did I want her to not stop? Even I didn’t know. I kicked my feet and bucked, driving her head away. When her mouth came back for more, I wrapped my legs around her to trap her face in place. My hands found her hair and ran through the short mess of curls. I pushed her against my pussy, stroked off on her tongue.

“Oh God!” I screamed, mashing myself against her face. “Oh God, that feels so good!”

And not just good—dirty, filthy, incredible. So good I couldn’t bear it, truly couldn’t bear it.

Flipping my legs to the side, I rolled over on my futon, breathing so hard I thought my lungs would burst. “Feels so good,” I panted, over and over. “So good, so good…”

Virginia lightly petted my bottom, running her whole hand up and down my cheeks. I revelled in the sweet sensation until I could breathe again. That’s when I realized my hands were free. I could have taken off my blindfold at any moment. I guess I hadn’t wanted to.

But I took it off now, to catch the summer sun glinting off the pussy juice coating Virginia’s chin. She offered a smile that seemed maternal enough to contradict everything she’d just done. My stomach knotted with confusion.

“Say you’ll come on tour with us, Winter.” She clasped my hand in hers, streaking my skin with pussy juice. “We want you. Steven and I both do.”

I nodded. I believed her. How could I not, after a display like that?

Naked and sweating, I lay on my futon, feeling slightly saddened that I’d only be sleeping in it for a few more days. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it represented my independence. It was the first thing I bought when I moved into this apartment.

As Virginia washed her hands in my kitchen sink, my dizzy brain focused on that angelic form standing in the afternoon sun. As she returned to my bedside, I remembered that I’d wanted to know something… but what? What had I asked her about before she drove me wild with arousal?

“You said something…” I rubbed my head, trying to remember. “What did you say? Something about my mother… did my mother tell me… tell me what?”

She reflected, and then chuckled rather demurely. “Oh, yes. Well, you remember when you were fifteen and your mother sent you to live with your grandparents?”

“Of course.”

I sat naked beside her as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Do you know why she did that?”

My cheeks blazed when I said, “I guess she saw that I had feelings for Steven. I guess she wanted to keep me away from him.”

“Steven?” Virginia laughed and kissed my hair. “No, no, it had nothing to do with him. It was me, Winter. You’d caught my eye—that blossoming little body, the tightness of your skin and the roundness of your breasts. I told your mother of my temptation. I told her I wasn’t sure how long I would last before acting on my urges.”

My blood ran cold as her arm hung around my neck like an albatross. How was I supposed to react to an admission like that? Virginia had craved my fifteen-year-old body? She was practically my mother! That was sick. It was tawdry and awful and… and yet, I found myself strangely aroused. My pussy pulsed with the many orgasms she’d just given me.

God help me… I wanted more.