In the bedroom, Mal immediately draws Denise into her arms and begins kissing her. Mal's gentle but demanding lips slide from Denise's mouth to her cheek, then to her chin, her throat, her shoulder. Mal then kisses the back of Denise's neck, and at the same time she slides down the zipper tab of Denise's dress. Her fingers stroke across the straps of Denise's bra.
Denise shivers with delight. Her nervousness has changed to erotic excitement. She's forgotten all about the women downstairs, forgotten about Kristy for whom the party ostensibly has been arranged.
Mal deftly unhooks Denise's bra.
"Oh no," Denise murmurs. Resistance. A sudden realization she ought not to be doing this. Not in Kristy's house.
"Come on now," Mal purrs. "You want me to undress you."
"I don't know..." Denise writhes in Mal's embrace.
Mal keeps planting quick kisses on Denise's face and neck and shoulders. "You want me to, don't you? Let me look at your breasts. I bet they're as sweet as candy." She begins pushing Denise's dress down.
Denise quivers. She's turned on. Anytime a woman talks about her breasts, it turns her on immediately.
As if reading Denise's mind, Mal says: "I want to suck your nipples."
Denise feels the wetness in her pussy. The bodice of her dress drops to dangle at her waist, and Mal lifts her brassiere away.
"Beautiful," Mal says, her voice husky as she gazes down at the pink spike-like tips that project from Denise's small girlish-looking breasts. Denise is past thirty, but her breasts don't show it. She's the sort of femme that always drives Mal crazy: pretty and blonde, her body delectable.
Mal rubs her hand tenderly across Denise's breasts, causing the conical mounds to tremble, exciting the nipples even further. Denise is wildly aroused. She's amazed at herself. She came to the party depressed, not expecting anything to happen. This is supposed to be Kristy's evening, and now here she is enjoying herself with Mal. So unexpectedly with Mal. She's always been a little afraid of Mal, afraid of Mal's toughness.
Mal bends her head and turns it sideways. Her warm wet mouth captures the tip of a breast.
Denise moans as she cradles Mal's head in her hands.
Mal moves from one breast to the other, her tongue working, her lips sucking and nibbling. Denise feels a glorious ache in her nipples. Her pussy is fast turning into a swamp, and if this ever gets to the point where her pants come off, they'll certainly be soaked.
She wonders if Mal is as excited as she is. Imagining Mal wet increases her excitement. She once heard Noelle brag about making love to Mal. Denise trembles as she imagines it. Mal is so tough.
As she continues licking and nibbling at Denise's breasts, Mal tries to push the dress the rest of the way down.
"No, it goes up," Denise says.
Mal chuckles, straightens up and takes a firm grip on the dress at both sides. She pulls the dress up, peels it off Denise's body.
Now Denise feels marvelously wanton and voluptuous. She can hardly wait for Mal to get her on the bed.
Mal looks at the package she's unwrapped. Denise's straight blonde hair falls back in shining splendor against her shoulders as Mal tosses the dress away. Denise wears a short blue half-slip with lace trim at the hem. Mal resumes kissing Denise all over her face and neck and shoulders. Mal's lips touch Denise's eyelids, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her jawline, the point of her chin, and then her mouth slides down Denise's graceful throat.
Denise has never felt so adored. No woman ever turned her on like this. Her last lover certainly never showered her with affection like this. And Mal is so butch. So deliciously butch. Her touch is so deft. She knows exactly how to kiss every part of her to produce the most voluptuous sensations possible.
Mal's hands slide down Denise's sides to catch the top of her slip. She lowers the flimsy garment, and once it passes Denise's hips, it falls the rest of the distance to pool at her feet.
Denise wears blue bikini briefs, cut high at the sides, and over that a skimpy blue lace garter belt to hold up her beige hose.
"Fabulous," Mal says.
Denise blushes, excited by the way Mal looks at her. Denise's last lover was the one who taught her to wear totally femme lingerie. Denise's reward is the look of open lust in Mal's eyes.
Mal suddenly drops to her knees.
Denise moans. "Oh, darling..."
Trembling with delight, Denise gazes down and watches Mal kiss her smooth belly. Each kiss warm on her skin. Mal's tongue snakes out to lick her navel, then slide along just above the rim of her garter belt.
A thin strip of bare flesh shows between the elastic top of her panties and the lower edge of the belly band. Mal's index finger hooks into the elastic and draws it toward her. She gazes down into Denise's pants. She's been hoping Denise is a real blonde, and now she discovers it's true. The hairs aren't merely blonde, they're as light and as delicate looking as corn silk.
Mal stretches the panties further forward and digs her face down inside them to kiss the golden fluff.
Denise moans. "Mal...Oh Mal!"
Mal works the panties down, bunching them at Denise's thighs where the garter straps prevent any further descent. The crotch of the panties are now turned outward, and without hesitating, Mal leans forward to sniff at it. Then her fingertips browse in the blonde patch, her forefinger delicately separating the lips to expose the top of the pink slit, the sheath that covers Denise's clit.
Denise is shaking with pleasure, unsteady on her legs. Mal seems to know everything. Mal knows how to treat a femme.
"Let me lie down," Denise begs.
Mal helps her. She gets Denise on the bed stretched out on her back with her legs hanging over the edge. They hear music from downstairs. Maybe more women have arrived. Denise doesn't care about anything in the world outside this room. Anything away from this bed. Anyone but Mal.
Mal kneels on the bed and quickly opens the garter clasps that hold Denise's stockings in place and trap her bunched panties. As soon as the garters are loose, Mal pulls the nylon pants the rest of the way down Denise's legs.
What a hot sweet baby, Mal thinks. Denise is more responsive than she expected. Totally femme. Like a dream, really. Mal is always a bit intimidated by femmes as pretty as Denise, but this time she's too enraptured, too determined to give Denise the pleasure she deserves.
She removes Denise's pumps along with her panties. She gazes at Denise's blonde little pussy as she draws the stockings down. She can't see all of it yet, only the blonde fluff and part of the slit where the fine corn silk hair thins out on the lips.
Nothing will remain hidden for long. Mal wants to open her like a picture book. And she does so, firmly but tenderly, pushing Denise's thighs wide apart so the cool air kisses her moist warm pussy. The lips separate, the petals open, the pink garden is revealed.
