In The Garden Of Snakes (An Erotic Summer Tryst) (3 page)

“Mercy College.”

This announcement left him unimpressed. “What
are you doing there?”

“Education. I might teach.”

“You seem unsure.”

Everyone’s eyes were on me.
“I’m…probably.”

“Teaching what?”

“Elementary school.”

“Was that your decision or your parents?”

I glanced at Carmen, hoping that she would
intervene and save me from this interrogation. She had just crammed
a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. “I…a…it was my
decision.” Actually, it hadn’t been at all. I didn’t know what I
wanted as a future career, but I had to do something, and going to
school would get me out of the house and away from my mother.

“I see.” He took a sip of wine, eyeing me. A
slightly perplexed, yet interested expression was on his face.

“Teaching is a marvelous occupation,” said
Rose. “You mustn’t frown on it, Joseph.”

“I’m not. If it was what she really wanted to
do. I don’t get the feeling it is.”

“She’s young,” said Roberta. “She’ll figure
it out.”

“What the hell is Mercy College anyway?”
asked Sonya.

I was going to speak, but Carmen beat me to
it. “Religious shit.”

“Oh…fun.” She rolled her eyes. “Good times
will be happening there.”

“There’s nothing wrong with religious
colleges,” said Uncle Henry. “An education is an education.”

“I beg to differ,” said Joseph. “An education
is supposed to open your mind, broaden your horizons. It shouldn’t
reinforce limited thinking.”

“Tell that to congress,” quipped Grandpa
Fred.

“Don’t get me started,” warned Joseph.

“No talk of God or politics at the dinner
table,” said Constance. “Quit offending our houseguest. If you
don’t stop, I’ll make you eat in the kitchen.” She winked at me,
smiling.

Joseph glanced at her. “That leaves us with
almost nothing to talk about, honey.”

“Oh, that’s not true.”

I was thankful that the focus was off me for
the moment. I hated feeling singled out and questioned. After
dinner, Carmen and I watched a movie with Christian and Sonya,
while Abby and Madison scampered in and out, always with animals at
their feet. When the show was over, Carmen and I went to the
kitchen and shared a slice of coconut cake, which was delicious. We
went for a walk in the gardens afterward.

Carmen skipped ahead down the path. “Let’s
see who’s up to mischief, shall we?”

I ran to catch up. “What do you mean?”

“Shhh…” She held a finger to her mouth.
“Someone’s always doing something they’re not supposed to at High
Bridge.” We approached the art studio; the barn-like structure was
hidden in the furthest corner of the garden, near the woods. “I bet
naughty things are happening in here.”

“How do you know?”

She giggled, “Be quiet now.”

We peeked through a window at the dimly
illuminated interior. Easels and art supplies took up the space
with huge canvases stacked against the walls. Drop cloths were all
over the floor.

“Oh,” she whispered. “I see ‘em. Gotcha.” A
naked couple was on a blanket, kissing. It looked like Sonya and
Christian. “I knew it,” Carmen giggled. “Those dirty birds. For
shame.”

Sonya sat on him. Then she thrust her hips
back and forth. He gripped her, guiding her as she threw her head
back and moaned, the sound echoing in the cavernous space. Her
breasts bounced with the motion of her body; the nipples looked
like hard pieces of candy.

I glanced at Carmen. “W-we shouldn’t be
watching this.”

“Why not? What else is there to do?”

“Oh, God, baby, fuck me,” a male voice
moaned.

The muscles in my tummy contracted, an
eruption of tingles fanning out to every region of my body. I knew
it was wrong to sneak up on people and watch an act of intimacy,
but…it was exciting. I’d never seen R rated movies before or read
books with sex in them. The only breasts I had ever experienced
were my own, up until today. I stared at them often after a bath or
a shower, marveling at their fullness and enjoying the hardness of
my nipples. The way I looked naked made my pussy tingle and
dampness appear between my legs. I fingered myself to climax almost
every night. I’d been doing it for years. It was my dirty
secret.

You’d better never admit that, Jess.
That’s a sin.
“We should go,” I whispered.

“Not yet. She hasn’t cum yet.”

Morbid curiosity had me staring at the
fornicating couple. Sonya’s buttocks thrust back and forth, the
globes rounded and firm. The tempo had increased dramatically. Her
moans filled the barn, the sound of sex teasing me, creating even
more tingles.

“She’s getting close.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My pussy
had begun to throb distractingly, and my panties felt damp. My
nipples rubbed against my bra, feeling achy and sore. The sound of
female screams tore through my consciousness, Sonya convulsing over
him, head back and breasts heaving.

“What did I tell ya.” Carmen smirked. “Will
she suck him off now?”

“I’ve no idea,” I whispered. I pressed my
forehead against the window, breathing deeply and creating patches
of fog on the glass. I stared at the couple, watching their every
move, as Sonya slid from him, exposing a glistening, rigid shaft.
She closed her lips over it.

“Yeah. Ooohhh…yeah…” he groaned.

“I knew it! Aha! She’s gonna suck him
off.”

The pulsing in my pussy was becoming almost
unbearable. Creamy sludge dribbled to the insides of my panties,
indicating an extraordinary state of arousal. It was so dirty to
think like this, to be like this. I had only ever entertained these
thoughts under the covers of my bed, in the safety of my room, with
a wooden cross over my head.

“We should go.”

“Yeah, in a sec. He’s gonna blow any
minute.”

Sonya sucked his cock, sometimes taking him
so deep, her mouth met up with his pelvis. He groaned repeatedly, a
pleasure-pained expression on his face. Every move was natural and
unhurried. She seemed to enjoy eating and sucking on him, the
sloppy sounds reaching my ears. His hands went to her head, pushing
her down, choking sounds emerging. He did this over and over, until
he groaned and pulled himself free.

“Here we go.” White streams of fluid shot
out, splashing Sonya in the face. She held out her tongue. “Oh,
yeah. She’s gonna eat it all.” Several squirts landed in her
mouth.

“What does it taste like?”
How could you
ask something like that?

“Kinda gross and salty.”

“You’ve h-had it before?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Don’t look at me like
that. It’s fun. You’ve no idea.”

“We should head back.”

“She’s eating every last bit. What a dirty
whore.” Carmen grabbed my arm. “Come on. Race ya!”

We thundered down the gravel path, sprinting
towards the house. Once in my room, I brushed my teeth and slid
into bed, feeling the dampness in my pussy and knowing I was going
to finger myself. The scene from the barn seemed to flash through
my mind, in blow-by-blow, vivid detail. My hand drifted to my
belly, and I couldn’t wait to touch myself and find relief, having
been aroused for the last hour.

The door opened. “Are you sleeping?” a voice
asked. It was Carmen.

Damn! Go away!

“Almost.”

“I hate this house sometimes. It’s creepy.”
She slid into bed with me.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t sleep.”

Oh, no! Go away!

“I have to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Did watching them turn you on?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Did it turn you on? You looked
weird after.”

God. This was embarrassing. “No.”

“Liar. I’m turned on. You have to be too.”
She felt around under the covers, touching my hip.

“What are you doing?” Alarm raced through
me.

“Have you ever thought about sex with a
girl?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“I-I didn’t know you were a lesbian.” My
heart picked up a few extra beats.

“I’m not. I’m just horny.”

“Um, I can’t help you with that.”

“Yeah, you could. We could…touch each
other.”

“Th-that’s dirty.”

“No it isn’t. There’s nobody here. It’s only
us.”

The thought of having her fingers in me had
set off a rush of sensation that I was wholly unprepared to deal
with. The dampness of my crotch, the achiness of my breasts, and
her wicked insinuations were wreaking havoc with my morals. My body
was behaving like a traitorous bitch, entirely uncooperative and
demanding. Her hand was on my hip, beneath my nightgown, touching
my skin, which felt like it was burning from the inside out. We
were alone in the dark in the privacy of my room. The only thing
missing was the cross hanging over my head.

As her fingers gently kneaded my tummy,
sending sparks of pleasure-filled shivers through me, I knew I
would give in. Not only because my body burned with need, the
throbbing in my pussy creating a gush of moisture, but, because I
wanted her to touch me, even though I knew it was a sin and I would
have to go to church and confess.

“Have you ever fucked a girl before?” she
whispered.

“No.”

“It’s nice.” Her hand massaged me gently,
moving in circular motions. Hot breath was in my neck, near my ear.
“I’m not a pervert, Jess. I just like girls sometimes.”

“I…didn’t think you were a pervert.”

Soft kisses fell on my cheek. “Have you ever
kissed a girl?”

“I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

She giggled, “You’re all mine to corrupt.
This is going to be so much fun.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“It’s a sin.”

Her hand drifted to the tops of my panties.
“How can something so nice be a sin?” She practically purred in my
ear, causing little shivers to dance up and down my spine. “Didn’t
seeing them fucking turn you on? I know it turned me on. It’s all I
can think about right now.”

“Um…I-I guess.”

She kissed me on the corner of my mouth, her
breath smelling sweet, and her lips soft and moist. A tongue darted
out, licking me. “Kiss me, Jess.”

I never imagined I would be kissing a girl. I
always thought the first kiss would be with my husband, after the
wedding, but it seemed as if fate had other plans for me. Her lips
were urgent and honeyed, her tongue driving forward, mine meeting
it tentatively at first, and then as the kiss deepened, we battled
aggressively. The intensity of the feelings this embrace provoked
was incredibly arousing. My body turned into her, my hands grasping
womanly shoulders. I pressed myself to her softness, throwing a leg
over her hips and rubbing against her.

“You catch on quick.”

Embarrassment had me blushing, yet
thankfully, we were in the dark. “Sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry. This is gonna be way
more fun than I thought.”

Does that mean I’m a total slut?
“We…w-we shouldn’t do this.”

Her hands were under my nightgown. “Don’t be
silly. I’ve been dying to know what your boobs feel like. They’re
so nice. If I had your tits, I’d go topless all day long.” She
giggled, “I’d be showing these puppies off like there’s no
tomorrow.” The material of my clothing was in her hands. “Take it
off. Take it all off.”

I knew I wouldn’t say no. The garment went
over my head and was tossed to the floor. Her hands were on my
chest, massaging my breasts, which felt achy and sore. My nipples
were so hard they rubbed against the sheets, causing intense
sensations to rush through me, gathering with the abundance of
energy that had settled between my legs.

“Oh, they’re so nice.” She grasped the
abundant swells, pressing them together. Her face was buried in my
cleavage, her tongue flicking out, wetting me. My arms encircled
her, drawing her near. “Oh, mommy. It’s so soft. You smell so
good.”

I arched my back and sighed. Her hands were
filled to overflowing with my flesh. I wanted her to touch and lick
me, even though it was a sin. She flicked a tongue over my nipple,
and I gasped. The sensitive bud ached with need; the edges of my
breasts throbbed and pulsed in unison with my pussy. I was so wet
down there; I felt it ooze between my buttcrack. The images of
Sonya and Christian danced around in my mind. I had witnessed
something that was intensely private and only for married couples,
the taboo act of fornication, and it had affected me; it had
changed me.

And now this. Now I was in rapture, in the
sensual clutches of another woman, and I couldn’t get enough of
her. Her lightly floral fragrance, the sounds of her breathing, and
the little moans that escaped her were enough to send me over the
edge. She suckled my nipples, one at a time, producing bursts of
pleasure so intense I shuddered. I tossed my head against the
pillow and gave in to her, clutching her shoulders while she
nibbled and sucked my nipples. My legs wrapped around her, my
pelvis lifting into her. I ached in my pussy, the tensing of my
muscles throbbing with need. Her hand drifted down my belly and
skimmed under my panties. A finger slid over me.

“Oh, Carmen!”

“Jesus, you’re wet.”

“Oh-oh-my-God!”

“Dang, girl.”

Her lips covered mine, and I all but raped
her mouth, thrusting my tongue in deep. I was in such a state I
bucked up against her hand, just as her finger drove into the wet
folds of my labia. The feel of the intrusion sent delicious tremors
through me that had my tummy contracting. I knew my body rather
well, having lived with it for eighteen years, and I was on the
edge of coming.

“Jess, oh, my God!”

“CARMEN! CARMEN! CARMEN!” I shouted,
thrashing beneath her, bucking up into her hand, as a tsunami of
sensation sliced through me. Feeling a warm body so close, touching
me intimately, and moist lips pressed to mine, had fueled the
raging beast of my need. I shuddered, as little flutters and spasms
continued to ping, the pleasure slowly ebbing.