Lesbian Pulp Fiction. Katherine Forrest V.

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СКАЧАТЬ time, she thought. It was too late for any more kids to visit the infirmary, unless some emergency developed. She fervently hoped there were no patients staying overnight.

      At the door of the Pillbox, she rapped soundly and called, “Anybody home?”

      Beth came to greet her, bright and even more cheerful than usual. “For you, always,” she said pushing open the screen door. “But aren’t you supposed to be other places?”

      “It’s my night off,” Peggy answered, walking toward Beth’s room. “Those of my colleagues who are unassigned, like me, are driving in to a movie that I’ve already seen. I told them I was going to stay behind to do some letter writing and catch up on my reading.”

      She lowered herself into one of the chairs, dropping her book and pad to the floor.

      “So why aren’t you?”

      “Writing and reading? Because I’d rather be with you.”

      “I’m flattered.” Beth curled up in the other large chair, asked, “What are you reading?”

      “A book of short stories. I just finished that famous one by Somerset Maugham about a missionary and a prostitute. He—”

      “I saw the movie they made from it,” Beth said. “It just proves how weak the flesh is.”

      Peggy glanced away. “How weak men are, you mean.” She was suddenly compelled to tell Beth about Kirby Davis, about the time the big goof had had the effrontery to kiss her. But no sooner had she mentioned Kirby’s name than Beth interrupted.

      “Oh, you mean Lelia’s nephew. I know him. He comes around every summer. A nice boy.”

      “Nice?” Peggy laughingly told of the stolen kiss and mentioned his attempts to wheedle her into going out with him.

      Beth said, “I think you should.”

      Peggy stopped laughing. “Should what? Go out with him?”

      “You should make it a point to meet people.”

      There was a pause.

      “Especially fellows, you mean,” Peggy said.

      “Not necessarily. Just people who can broaden your outlook, widen your horizons. People can be an education, you know.”

      “Hm. You’re right,” Peggy said, rising. “Take, for example, what I’ve learned from you.” She perched on the arm of Beth’s chair.

      “Be serious,” Beth said, her breath coming a little faster.

      “But I am.” Peggy bent to kiss the nurse on the mouth. When she pulled away, she looked at Beth with wide eyes. “Serious enough?”

      “Too serious,” Beth answered tensely.

      “That’s just a taste. Go over there,” she said, waving toward the bed, “and I’ll show you how really serious I can be.” Beth hesitated, not smiling now. “Come on,” Peggy said, taking the nurse by the hand. “No more arguments, remember?”

      She pulled the nurse to her feet, drew her to the covered bed.

      They fell to the bed together. “Undress me,” Peggy begged. “Take my clothes off and kiss me.”

      Beth yielded, eagerly peeled off the sweatshirt Peggy wore. There was no bra under the baggy garment. Peggy’s girlish yet copiously developed breasts, vibrant with life, crowned by pink, virginal nipples, drew an agonized cry from the nurse. She buried her face in the soft, lovely mounds. “Oh, Peggy, my darling,” Beth whispered against the delicate flesh.

      At the touch of Beth’s cheek upon her bosom, Peggy felt heat leap in her veins. Then Beth’s hands were drawing off Peggy’s slacks, at the same time fondling the girl’s lithe thighs, the long legs so adorably molded and curved.

      Peggy’s impatience gathered. She sat up, seized Beth by the hips, kissed her on the lips with ferocious hunger. Why, the woman drove her wild! Now it was she, in her turn, who tore at clothing. She pulled off Beth’s shoes, drew down her white stockings. She loosened the white uniform at the sides, jerked it from Beth’s body. The nurse stretched out on the bed, a fine figure of a woman, clad only in pale bra from which spilled rich creamy mounds, and in silky white briefs that clung to her milky thighs, her rounded and velvety hips. Even these garments annoyed Peggy. She fussed with them until they were off. Beth lay unclad at last—breathtakingly seductive, her voluptuous charms wholly revealed, wholly accessible.

      “Beth?”

      “Yes, honey.”

      “Which am I, the aggressive partner, or the passive?”

      Beth laughed. “Where did you hear of such things?”

      “Read about ’em in a book, once,” Peggy said.

      “Well, don’t you know which you are?”

      “Guess I’m both,” Peggy confided mischievously, blushing.

      “Little minx. In that case—let’s take turns. You make love to me—then, well, I’ll do the honors.”

      Peggy joyously threw herself into the nurse’s arms. But passion was so strong upon her that she quickly withdrew her mouth from Beth’s, filled her hands with Beth’s heavy, delicately textured bosom. In her palms Peggy felt the nipples, in rosy glory, swell and stir. Beth squirmed with delight. Peggy boldly probed lower. Her fingers, with a timeless knowledge of their own, seemed to home unerringly on the unutterably secret nerve clusters that bestowed on Beth the sharpest bliss.

      The effect was to evoke in Peggy a feeling of power, of mastery. She controlled Beth. Beth was her slave. She pushed buttons, and Beth danced. Lust came down on Peggy like a red cloud, and in her new wild power, she viciously pinched Beth’s soft thigh. “Oh!” groaned Beth. Peggy gritted her teeth and with one heave turned Beth over on the bed. She sent a stinging slap to Beth’s quaking buttocks. “Oh!” gasped Beth.

      “Please. Please, Peggy?”

      “You pretty bitch. Tell me you love me. Tell me, or—”

      “No! Don’t hit me again. I love you, Peggy. I love you.”

      Peggy thrust her forearms under Beth’s armpits, cupped the big breasts. She wrestled the nurse into a supine position, then threw herself upon her.

      Wildly, the girls locked to each other. Their bodies were gleaming now with sweat. Lip to lip, breast to breast, thigh to slippery thigh, they heaved and gyrated, ecstasy rising like a lava wave. Eyes rolled, fingers clutched, light hair mingled with darker. Skin slithered slickly and long legs kicked. Murmuring endearments, panting like beasts, the counselor and the nurse felt the white-hot wave engulf them, drown them in fiery exaltation while their very guts shook and convulsed.

      “God!” intoned Peggy, limply falling back on the bed.

      “Leave God out of it,” whispered Beth. “This is devil’s work, pure and simple.”

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