Salim hovered by the door as she watched Dalitha licking Fatima’s vagina, her slim knees parted on either side, still wearing stilettos and gasping with pleasure. Fatima spotted her, and with a smile indicated that Salim should join them. At first, Salim was unsure. Shouldn’t she feel angry that her best friend was making love to her niece in this way? But, seeing no better solution, she eased off her clothes, and joined the two girls on the bed, her tongue actively probing Fatima’s mouth and lips, and her fingers with Fatima’s within the tight folds of Dalitha’s vulva.
For Dalitha, this new active sex life of hers was a great revelation. She’d got used to Salim’s own style of lovemaking, not to mention the scents of her body, the feel of her flesh and the taste of her vagina. Now, she was enjoying quite different sensations from different bodies, and enjoying them all. Her hunger for variety and change was growing, at the same time as she became aware of limits she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to traverse. For instance, much as she enjoyed the sight and taste of Fluff’s tattooed penises, she wasn’t at all convinced that her tender young vagina was ready for that sort of penetration. Indeed, even the penetration of fingers, whether at her front or her rear, already stretched her orifices to a point of pain which she was reluctant to take further. And, anyway, penises belonged to men, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to get to know one of those in that sort of way.
Furthermore, she was unsure that she was so happy that all her lovers were older than her: and in Salim’s case a lot older than her. Wouldn’t it be better to make love with someone more her age? Someone who knew what it was like to be a teenager, and who shared her own adolescent interests and tastes. Much as she enjoyed making love to Salim and Amna, there was a distinct sense that she was very much the junior partner.
Then one evening, when visiting her aunt, she found three visitors being entertained by Amna and Salim she’d not met before. One was a slim boyish oriental girl, who was wearing an open waistcoat and nothing else, revealing a chest which was remarkably flat for a fully grown woman. And what a contrast it was with Susan’s companion, who was topless, wearing only jeans, who had the most enormous pair of bosoms Dalitha had ever seen. She was sure she’d seen pictures of breasts like these, but in the flesh they were truly awesome. Each one was significantly larger than her own head, with nipples that themselves were larger than the span of her hand.
And with Susan and Rosemary, and totally naked, was a girl about the same age as her, with long curls of hair spread over her slim bare shoulders, and cascading down between the sharp angles of her shoulder blades. She turned to smile at Dalitha, pleased to see someone her own age. Dalitha smiled back.
After being introduced to Maisie, Dalitha and she sat together, both unclothed and chatted about school, programmes they watched on television and records they’d bought, finding great areas of mutual interest, but not daring to broach the subject of how come they knew the people they knew, and how much their lifestyles resembled each other. Maisie had become more self-confident after leaving Tanya, but she still felt a vague feeling of discomfort in the subject of sex since her ordeals, mostly enjoying only the attention of Susan and Rosemary when not making love in a professional capacity.
However, when she placed a hand on Dalitha’s knee, and the young black girl made no attempt to move it off, and indeed smiled at Maisie quite encouragingly, she knew how the evening would progress. Indeed, as the others fussed over preparing dinner and opening bottles of wine, the two girls began tentatively exploring each other. Maisie’s mouth descended on Dalitha’s and her arm embraced Dalitha’s waist. Dalitha responded with an involuntary gasp of pleasure as she pushed her tongue into Maisie’s mouth and the two started kissing each other passionately, their young warm bodies reflecting heat off each other.
Salim watched indulgently, while standing next to Susan by the door to the kitchen, an empty wine glass in one hand and a dish cloth in the other. She sighed as she saw Dalitha finding yet another lover other than herself with whom to share her body. Susan noticed her sigh, and tenderly stroked Salim’s long naked back.
“Maisie’s been quite lonely for a while,” Susan remarked to Salim. “Don’t you think it’s good that she’s found someone her own age to keep her company?”
“I suppose so,” agreed Salim, who couldn’t help the pangs of jealousy rise within her. Why is it she could never have an exclusive lover? Why did she have to share her love?
“Salim, don’t be sad,” whispered Susan, sensing some distress in her friend. She took the dish cloth and wine glass from Salim’s hand, and placed it on the table. She put her arms around Salim, ignoring the stares from Amna and Rosemary who were, for different reasons, unhappy with Susan spending too much time with Salim. Susan kissed Salim tenderly on the lips, and then after a brief test of Salim’s crotch to see how moist she was, discreetly guided her to the bedroom where she used her skill and artistry to distract Salim’s thoughts from Dalitha.
As the two lay together after only a few minutes of rather mad, uncoordinated lovemaking, Susan brushed away the tears that Salim had allowed to burst forth now that her emotional barriers were lowered. “I can see that you’re jealous of Dalitha, just as you were jealous of Amna. But surely you can see that it’s better for her to be with someone like Maisie? You are much older than her. And you are her aunt.”
Salim nodded sadly and sniffed selfpityingly. “Why is it I can never find a relationship that is mine and mine alone?”
Susan kissed her tenderly on the eyebrows, the eyelids, the lips and her forehead, but chose not to answer that question. She let Salim wrap her arms around her, whilst in the distance they could hear the high-pitched cries of ecstasy as Dalitha and Maisie gave each other pleasure. Soon, she knew, Rosemary and Amna would become involved, and she decided that despite her own sexual preferences, she would rather spend the evening keeping her hostess happy, than just add a fifth body to the melange of flesh that would soon take centre stage in the living room. She kissed Salim tenderly.
“For tonight, Salim, you have me and me alone,” she said reassuringly.
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