Girl In The Mirror

Chapter One-3

Surprisingly, the bed was not the focal point of the room. There was an easel in one corner next to the turret window, a lounging settee, a claw foot table strewn with newspapers, and a mess of camera equipment scattered about. It appeared as if someone was perpetually busy doing important things.

“Where’s Jonas?” Aimee asked. She could feel the masculine aura as if this Jonas were imbued in every stirring atom… and then in the sight of certain items—a shaving cup and brush left on the table, cigars on the mantel of an old fireplace, a leather belt across a chair, socks and underwear thrown in a corner, and a shiny motorcycle parked by the door. Her body suddenly responded with a renewed surge of s****l expectancy. If Angelica were the epitome of the female s****l animal, wouldn’t her lover be the male counterpart?

“Jonas? Ah! He’s chasing down some story,” Angelica flitted toward the window and looked out. “Probably won’t be back tonight until very late. That’s why I want you here…” she returned to Aimee, “it’s a perfect occasion to get to know you, Aimee Wynn Bloom.”

The redhead sat on the brocade settee and poured two glasses of wine. “Here, you could use some libation after the day you’ve had.”

“You think I’ve had a bad day?”

“Bad? That’s all perspective, don’t you think? Bad and good are just value judgments. I imagine your day was a challenging one, considering where you came from and where you’ve landed.”

“I will agree with you there,” Aimee said meekly, while nursing the glass in her hand, running a finger over the rim and then dipping it in and swirling the wine. She’d never had a drink of liquor in her life and became self-consciousness of her awkwardness. She blushed, then childishly licked her finger and sat up straight in her chair—looking a bit like she’d been caught doing something naughty.

While she deliberately adjusted herself, her new friend stared at her from where she casually reclined on the settee. Her gaze was careful, worried and questioning.

“You just have no idea what’s going to happen, do you?”

“Happen?”

“With your life, silly. Do I have to lead you in everything?”

“You don’t have to lead me anywhere,” Aimee answered right back, immediately wondering if she sounded cross. She certainly hadn’t meant to.

“You beg to be led, darling, and I’m just the one to lead you. Doesn’t mean you’re weak or foolish, just that you’re new in a big place. Why, you’ve already proven to have extraordinary pluck just arriving here.”

“And where would you lead me?” Aimee wondered.

Angelica responded to the question with an impish smile. “Humm. Why don’t we start with s*x?”

“s*x?!”

“And why not?”

“Because… because… I don’t talk about s*x with anyone.”

“And why not?”

She was all flustered, and her cheeks were suddenly blooming as pink as the pair of roses that had been stuffed into a vase right next to her—next to the shaving cup and the lather encrusted brush, and the newspapers that flapped a bit in a sudden draft of air.

“Have you ever had s*x?”

Aimee’s blush continued to warm her cheeks… or maybe it was the wine making her entire body glow and her head feel as if it would float away. “No,” she stated simply, “but I have had my thoughts.” She mentally told herself that she should not be thinking these odd thoughts, let alone mention them to a near stranger.

“Tell me.”

Any other time, Aimee would never have uttered a word about her secrets fantasies, but the mood, the ambient setting and Angelica’s wide-open expression of acceptance created an atmosphere where self-revelation seemed easy. Aimee giggled for a moment, then she stared at the bed. “I suppose you and Jonas have s*x a lot?”

“Honey, we can’t keep our hands off each other,” the woman confessed.

“Has he ever tied you?” It was the first thing on her mind and the wine made the question easy to ask—even though the subject seemed too naughty and daring to mention.

Angelica c****d her head, looking amused. “Why, yes he has, all the time in fact.”

“And you like that?”

“I love it! Oh, my, how I do love it! Feeling myself squirm with my hands and feet bound, being totally helpless. It’s quite a rush! Sometimes he blindfolds me. I have no idea what he’ll do next. I’m scared and shaking, but that only makes my cunt flood like a swollen river and my thighs tremble to take him in.”

Aimee quaked at her blunt talk, then gulped a big swallow of wine. “I think about that,” she admitted in a small voice. This was so bizarre, confessing her deepest secrets, exposing herself so candidly to a girl she hardly knew.

“But if you’ve never made love, why do you suppose you’d think that way?”

“I don’t understand it. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had these funny thoughts in my head. Really terrible thoughts. They scare me… and oh, they make me weak.”

“Then you must play with yourself… masturbate. See where your naughty, funny, scandalous thoughts lead you.”

The heat in her body got worse, as Angelica’s blunt advice hit home.

“I do. Some nights, I can’t go to sleep. But when I play, when that thing happens—” Her blush deepened, “I can’t stop. I just keep on until I’m exhausted. I want something that’s not there. What could that be?”

“A c**k, of course,” Angelica giggled, feeling almost overwhelmed by Aimee’s naiveté.

“Is that it?”

“Oh, darling,” she was exasperated, “you’re so adolescent, so untried, so pure.” She sat up on the settee, so that she could touch the girl. “Drink your wine, all of it. You need to get drunk and crazy.”

“But I…”

“Drink!” her tone was commanding, but then her mood turned on a dime, and she quite gently caressed Aimee’s thigh. With a seductive gleam in her green eyes, Angelica continued the caress, carefully lifting the material of Aimee’s dress inch by inch, until she found bare skin. “Open your thighs for me,” she spoke in a whisper.

“What are you doing?”

“Making s*x less empty for you.”

“But I . . . ”

“Shush,” she purred softly, letting one hand drift between the girl’s virgin thighs. The other hand cupped her neck from behind and drew Aimee’s head down, bringing her lips close enough to kiss. Their lips touched gently. Gently again. And then again, as Angelica’s fingers made their way beyond the lacy undergarments covering Aimee’s groin.

“Ah, I-I can’t take this,” the girl tried to pull away.

“No, you’re wrong. You can take this and more. You’re doing just fine. Don’t fight what you feel.” Angelica whispered so softly, so persuasively as they continued to kiss that Aimee could no longer resist her physical urges. They stunned her with an energy and force unlike anything she’d felt before. Within minutes, the buttons on their dresses opened and their clothes began to fall away, along with any hint of modesty.

“I don’t know what to do. . . ” Aimee cried a bit. Her face became pained, though it was clear that the excited young woman could hardly contain the rapturous feelings of s****l heat that invaded her body.

“Make love to me,” Angelica persisted, as she pulled her virginal new friend onto the settee with her and they began to grope.

The touch of hands along her hips, about her breasts, and over the silky softness of her pubic mound extracted pleasure that was like torture for an innocent girl who’d never unleashed her desires in a real physical form. Aimee’s belly surged with need, while her entire being fell into the soft cushion of Angelica’s voluptuous flesh. Their urgent hands sought more with each grasp and grope.

The redhead devoured Aimee with a shower of kisses to her breasts. She bit and sucked and lapped at her n*****s until they became engorged and purple, hot, like two tiny furnaces of fire, that when pressed against her chest burned holes into the skin. How new this was for her to have an untried lover. Aimee was a feast of unanswered passion. With every move, new gesture, bite or kiss, a fiery surge of wanting desire poured free.

Although the novice was erratic and unskilled, her instincts were sound, as if she were listening to the forces of nature for detailed instructions on making love. Relentlessly pressing on, her body led where her mind might be inclined to question or falter. Her inhibitions were lifted away from the restraints that had once been so tightly wound about her that she had failed every time a lover sought more from her than a passionate kiss. Perhaps it had been that interrupted kiss in the woodshed and her aunt’s angry judgment that closed off her pleasure. She certainly wasn’t failing now. . .

But with a woman! How unnatural, how vulgar! Although her mind tried to convince her that this was wrong, her body found the intimate affection curiously natural. She craved this as much as she craved the kiss, or touch, or the hot breath of a man on her skin.

As Angelica moved down Aimee’s body, the virgin quivered from deep in her core. Then the spasms began as Angelica’s mouth and tongue reached her belly, swirled about her navel teasingly, and then traveled further south to the gorge between her legs. The lusty redhead parted her outer s*x lips and lowered her head to the purplish c******s at the center. The throbbing thing felt as if it were about to burst. With an expert tongue, the redhead licked Aimee’s softest places long and hard, as if she’d lick ice cream from a cone.

Lost in the moment, Aimee fell back against the settee and widened her legs to allow her friend better access to her steamy crotch. Her ravenous body craved more, while her mind, loosened from its stringent rules by the potent wine, flooded with savage pictures of herself she’d seen only during those rare moments of physical glory when she dared to peer into her darkest dreams. The nasty pictures came to her now without restraint, without apology, and commanded her attention. As she laid herself wide open to the s****l attack, she grasped Angelica’s beautiful hair in her hands and pushed her more deeply into her crotch, with a fire and determination quite unlike her normally timid nature.

The experienced teacher was hardly put out by the forward move. She was laughing inside at the debauched display this innocent made of her lust. She bit Aimee’s c******s, while listening to the sounds of her hums and groans of reply. Her tongue delved into the shadowy opening, pressing itself as far as it would go, while tasting the pungent tang and drinking in the sweetness of Aimee’s fragrant s*x. Soon, her fingers joined the exploration going deeper into the humid cavern. Her tongue proceeded further downward to the darker orifice below.

Aimee’s muscles tightly protected her rectum from invasion, but the sudden feel of Angelica’s tongue rimming her anus caused such an immediate shock that she slackened the tight grip. Her entire body began to ease with another show of crudity having its unexpected effect. The passion gained on her, overtaking any attempt to halt what was inevitable.

“Oh, my gawwwwwwwwwwd!” her lips repeated over and again, even as her lilting voice turned guttural. The torrid and spasmodic surges began to make her come. “Ah, yesssssss,” she heatedly answered the rude sensations caused by Angelica’s artful lapping. Mad with desire, her cunt rose up to meet that devouring mouth. “Yes, more, yes, in my ass!” she insisted. As her female lover poked her tongue into that forbidden territory, Aimee gripped the locks of Angelica’s red hair and rode that tongue and face. “YES, my gawd yes!” she nearly screamed, as her body freed itself of any remaining restraint. Her orgasm ripped through her groin and belly like waves splashing all around her in a choppy sea. But the climax didn’t end with one jolting orgasm; it continued for two, three, then four biting, powerful orgasmic surges.

Angelica’s face was now awash in a bath of Aimee’s juices. As she continued to lick and suck the girl’s ripe crotch right through each of her grinding phases of rapture, her mind was filled with crude pictures of the virgin’s demise coming clearly into focus. What a find! What serendipitous luck to have stumbled on this innocent slut in the most unexpected of places! And what good fortune to have brought her here where she could tutor the girl in the joys of hedonistic pleasure!

At the very end, Aimee slumped back against the settee, and Angelica pulled away from her.

“My word, girl, you been storing that one up too long!”

“Oh, my! What have I done?” she was in a drunken erotic bliss, still feeling the sensuous aftereffects swim pleasantly through her body. Every atom in her tingled, her head was dizzy, and her mind was a scattered and disjointed mess of paradox.