Penthouse (28 page)

She remembers the first time she saw a man’s pubic hair. It wasn’t until she was in college. Although she had convinced her
girlfriends that she was deflowered, it was not until her twenty-first birthday that she decided to lose her virginity to
her boyfriend, Ben. He had rented a room at a cheap motel and had decorated it with an assortment of colorful balloons. “Pick
a balloon, any balloon,” Ben instructed. “Pop it and follow the directions on the inside.”

Choosing an exceptionally large yellow one that stood out among the others, Kathy pricked it with a hairpin and the prompt
caused her eyes to grow wide. “What’s it say?” asked Ben.

“Suck my dick,” Kathy read.

“Well?” Ben asked as he stood in front of her. Kathy undid his jeans and lowered them to the floor.

To her surprise, the only thing he was wearing underneath was his manhood, which gained in size by each blink of an eye. Kathy
kissed his navel, rubbing her nose against the fine line of curling hair that ran from it down to the huge mound of hair surrounding
the erect muscle that Kathy knew would soon invade her body. The hair felt soft against Kathy’s face and the scent of his
sex aroused sensations in her body that she had yet to discover.

Wrapping her lips around the crown of his cock, Kathy’s tongue fondled every inch of its curvature. Holding her head snugly
between his hands, Ben slowly pushed his dick deeply inside her mouth until he could practically touch her pharynx. “If your
mouth feels this damn good, I can imagine how your pussy must feel,” Ben groaned.

Pushing Kathy back onto the bed, Ben grabbed the crotch of her shorts and pulled them aside. Spreading her lips, he thrust
his tongue inside her pussy, lapping up all the secretions that continually escaped her cavity. Kathy whimpered in ecstasy.

“Now for your birthday present,” Ben announced. He bounced to his feet and ran into the bathroom, returning with a video camera
which he placed on a bureau positioned opposite the bed. “What are you doing?” Kathy asked as he turned on the camera.

“Making a memory,” Ben answered laughingly. “Your own private movie.”

“So what’s the name of this private movie?” Kathy quizzed as Ben removed her clothes and began kissing, licking, and sucking
her.

“Kathy, My Darling,”
he replied as he stuck his swollen cock gently inside her moist, tight pussy.

The following morning, a sore but happy Kathy stumbled her way toward the bathroom, stepping over nearly
two dozen now deflated balloons. Inquisitively, she tore open one and read the instructions inside it.

She ripped open another one. Then another. To her astonishment, each balloon contained identical instructions: “Suck my dick,”
they stated. “Suck my dick.” Kathy smiles each time she remembers that experience. She unwittingly finds herself again flushed
as she stares at Carmelita’s legs. Her knees slightly parted, Kathy can see a trace of white panties every now and then. She
admires Carmelita’s tanned thighs and wonders for a fleeting moment whether they taste as good as they look.

“Hi, Kathy! It’s good to see you while the sun is still out,” jokes the raven-haired beauty, who is dining alone. “Would you
care to join me, that is, if you’re not expecting anyone?” Kathy changes tables and she and Carmelita engage in a pleasant
chat.

Over the next few weeks, the relationship between Kathy and Carmelita grows into one of common admiration. One Sunday night,
Carmelita phones Kathy at work and requests to take her to a Monday matinee movie. Since Carmelita has foot the bill for several
luncheon dates in recent weeks, Kathy counters in a reciprocal gesture and offers to prepare dinner for her.

The aroma of baked lasagna floats throughout the apartment like a spirit. As Carmelita relaxes on the sofa sipping a glass
of white wine, Kathy remembers that she had to pick up a fresh loaf of garlic bread. “I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes.
Make yourself at home,” Kathy says as she slings on a light jacket.

During her wait, Carmelita flips on the television which Kathy has left neglectfully in the VHS mode. She immediately identifies
her subordinate in the video. Carmelita watches motionless as Kathy reclines on the
chaise longue that faces a mirrored wall. The camera, perched on a tripod, gazes over her shoulder like a tutor critiquing
a performance. Void of expression, Carmelita observes Kathy’s image as she spreads her legs, displaying a labia that resembles
the erotic juncture of a fuzzy hemispheric peach. Kathy buries a finger into the sensitive opening, gyrating her hips to a
climatic zenith. As she throws back her head in fulfillment, the natural lubricants from her cavity are spread over her buttocks
like a coverlet of morning dew. The video fades to black.

Carmelita turns off the television, returning to her position on the sofa. Lacking emotion, she stares at the black screen
and then down to nearly a dozen videotapes, each titled
Kathy, My Darling.

Kathy returns and Carmelita decides not to disclose what she has witnessed.

In a couple of weeks, Carmelita phones Kathy requesting to stop by her apartment on her next day off. Kathy agrees and the
two meet on a Tuesday afternoon.

While Kathy is out of the room, Carmelita picks at random a videotape from Kathy’s autoerotic collection and imagines its
contents. She returns it to its original position.

Upon Kathy’s reappearance, Carmelita proposes an offer. “The station is revamping its newscast and I want you for the five
o’clock anchor position,” the executive reveals. “You have an outstanding resume and your looks are easy on the eye.” Kathy
corrects her posture, amazed by what she is hearing. “I need to know how much you want the promotion,” Carmelita continues.

“Oh, Carmelita, I want it. I’ve worked so hard to reach this level,” Kathy gushes. Carmelita sits next to Kathy.

“I want to make it happen for you,” Carmelita says as she brushes away strands of hair from Kathy’s freckled
face. They stare at each other, eyes fixed. “You’re so beautiful,” Carmelita compliments in a low, hoarse voice. She rakes
gingerly the tips of her fingernails across the side of Kathy’s blushing face. Kathy does not wince or pull away. Rather,
she enjoys the graze of Carmelita’s gentleness. “I have a confession to make,” Carmelita reveals. “While you were out, I turned
on the television and watched one of your videos. I had no intention of invading your privacy.

“The tape was already in the machine. I know I could have turned it off, but your loveliness mesmerized me.” Kathy stands
up, flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it,” Carmelita comforts. “What you do in the privacy of your home is your business. It won’t have a single
bearing on your professional objectives. If you don’t mind, I would like to see more of you.”

Carmelita rises and inserts into the VCR a selection from the
Kathy, My Darling
series. They both watch, and within a minute, Carmelita begins to disrobe.

She pulls off her sweater, exposing a pair of small, firm breasts. Her ebony nipples are erect with vehement anticipation.
She slips off her slacks, exposing G-string panties partially covering a thicket of black pubic hair. “Come to me,” Carmelita
begs.

Kathy remains puzzled. “I’m not a lesbian,” she says with conviction.

Carmelita smiles and tells her that neither is she. “I like to consider myself a sexual being.

“Do you like my body?” she asks in a submissive manner. Kathy’s eyes scan Carmelita’s physical composition, stopping at the
narrow triangle of silk masking the woman’s bush. “You may touch it if you’d like.” Carmelita takes Kathy’s hand with care
and holds it closely between her caramel-colored legs. Slowly their lips meet and
Carmelita’s tongue searches for Kathy’s. Retiring to the bedroom, Carmelita methodically strips her fledgling, muttering a
series of raptures as she slides her hand inside Kathy’s panties, penetrating her moist, soft opening. Her thumb rubs across
Kathy’s upright clitoris. Kathy closes her eyes and clasps Carmelita’s large, round buttocks. They tumble onto the bed, entwined
like a winding vine of jasmine.

Carmelita rises and walks into the bathroom. Kathy follows, magnetized by curiosity and an insatiable yen for endearment.
Carmelita draws a bath and Kathy climbs into a tub of fragrant water, resting on her knees. Carmelita positions herself behind
her and proceeds to shampoo Kathy’s tresses, sensually massaging her scalp. Her graceful fingers tour Kathy’s lily-white frame,
searching for the dandelion-soft arena of her sex.

Kathy sighs hedonistically, rising and turning to a pyramid over Carmelita, allowing beads of water from her pubic hair to
drip upon the face of her paramour like a light sprinkle on a spring day. Carmelita licks the remaining droplets, inserting
her tongue in and out of her lilac-scented vagina.

After their bath, the two return to the bedroom for a continued escapade of eroticism. This time Carmelita finds herself on
the receiving end. Kathy reaches for the strawberry-flavored liquid she once oiled over Ben’s body and anoints Carmelita’s
in a full-body rubdown. The esthesis of Kathy’s roaming fingers impels Carmelita to a state of total relaxation.

They kiss tenderly, embrace lightly, and fall asleep like two pieces of fine china atop a cushion of carnal felt.

They are awakened in the morning by a music alarm. Carmelita stretches for the phone, calls the station, and
tells her secretary not to expect her today. Still in bed, she switches on the television to monitor her station’s programming.

Kathy is in the kitchen preparing brunch. At eleven o’clock, she brings to Carmelita a tray of red grapes, rolled deli ham,
scrambled eggs, and hot croissants. They toast each other with mimosas blended from the champagne Carmelita brought with her
the day before.

Following brunch, Carmelita invites Kathy to engage in a game of hide and seek. “I’ve hidden a grape on me and your assignment
is to locate it,” she teases. “But there’s one stipulation… you can’t use your hands to retrieve it.” Kathy examines Carmelita’s
body, discovering the grape inside her vagina. She nudges it with her nose. The scent of Carmelita’s saturated pubis excites
her. Using the tip of her tongue, she feels the grape, but pressure on it only pushes it in deeper.

Kathy opens wide the jungle that protects Carmelita’s dark lips and thrusts her tongue inside. The sensation sends Carmelita
into a quivering frenzy. Kathy grips Carmelita’s sexy behind and tilts it higher. With Carmelita in perfect position, Kathy’s
tongue recovers the grape.

But rather than end the game, Kathy continues to tongue Carmelita’s love canal until the vixen slumps from an explosive orgasm.
Kathy licks the secretions from Carmelita’s inner thighs as though they were her last meal. Gently inserting her thumb, Kathy
slams her love hand against the opening, leaving a splattering of sexual sap like spilled molasses on the bedsheet. As Carmelita
rests in absolute gratification like an odalisque waiting for her next sexual adventure, Kathy’s gaze grazes the admirable
workmanship of God’s creation. The tips of her fingers feather
the fine curvature of Carmelita’s voluptuous perimeter. She praises the evenly hued texture of her softness.

Moving to her stereo, Kathy selects from a stack of CDs a recording of New Age music that flows throughout the room like light
whispering winds.

Returning to her newfound interest, Kathy kisses Carmelita’s delicate feet, taking each toe into her mouth. With every kiss,
lick, and touch, she realizes the power she possesses over Carmelita and exults in it. She crawls over the woman, pecking
soothingly along the way. As she rubs her long, satiny legs against Carmelita’s, with breasts pressed against each other,
their lips lock. Carmelita is at her mercy and Kathy knows it. Before leaving the room, Kathy watches Carmelita as she sinks
into a catnap.

Kathy realizes how easily a lightning rod for mutual ecstasy can be created by the simple flicker of a finger or the twitter
of a tongue.

Upon Carmelita’s awakening, the two make love off and on all day. When it is time for Kathy to prepare for work, Carmelita
attempts to persuade her to stay home. “I’ll cover for you,” convinces Carmelita. Kathy relents and makes mental plans to
give Carmelita a night she will not soon forget.

“You enjoy my videos, don’t you?” asks Kathy as she pulls playfully at the long, thick hairs of Carmelita’s pubis. “Then you’ll
just love a live performance, won’t you?” She rises from the bed and sits on a chair directly across from Carmelita. Kathy
proceeds to apply aloe to her own body, starting with her uplifted breasts. She raises a long, slender leg, divulging a crotch
that appears to have been honey-glazed.

“Let me kiss it, Kathy,” Carmelita begs.

“Not yet,” she answers as she lusters the mound to a
near shimmer. Kathy introduces a moist finger to her vagina and masturbates to an earth-moving climax. She returns to Carmelita
and makes love to her for hours on end.

Intoxicated by lust and a compelling desire to establish a long commitment with Kathy, Carmelita vows to give Kathy whatever
she fancies. “Anything?” Kathy probes.

“Whatever you desire,” Carmelita replies in a guttural voice. Kathy kisses her hard on the lips and they make love some more
until Carmelita again falls asleep.

“It’s time to get up, Carmelita,” Kathy whispers. “I have a present for you!”

“What?” Carmelita murmurs as Kathy kisses her ear. “You’ve given me more than I could ever dream. Now my life is fulfilled.
I have a promising career and, the best of all, I have you.”

Kathy purrs. “Look behind that tree over there.”

Camouflaged behind it is her video camera with its red light on. “What’s that?” Carmelita asks.

“I’m making a memory,” Kathy answers. “It’s your own private movie.”

“What’s it called?” Carmelita questions.

“Whatever you want to call it,” Kathy remarks. Carmelita smiles and lies back on a pillow, falling into a slumber.

Minutes later while Kathy watches her new lover nap, the doorbell chimes. Artfully sliding out of bed so as not to disturb
Carmelita, Kathy tiptoes to the door.